Neville Longbottom: The Boy Who Lived

The Sorting

We all walked into Hogwarts in a daze of astonishment. After a speech from my Gran's friend, Minerva McGonagall, we all walked into the Great Hall. The ceiling was like the clouds outside. "It's  enchanted. The ceiling. Did you know?" Hermione whispered. I noticed this blonde boy with horribly slicked back hair look back at us when Hermione said that. The Hat was placed on a stool in front of all the students. It burst into song. I sort of zoned out. Then I heard my name called. The cheers from the last students all of a sudden, stopped. I felt all the stares go to the heart shaped scar on my forehead. I slowly approached the Hat. McGonagall placed it on my head.
Hm. You enjoy working with plants, and you're loyal to the end. But what's this? Ah, yes, this is the deciding factor! Something you will one day gain, and yet you don't even know you have it! Yes, this decides everything. You are not going to like my choice, but I can tell you, it will definitely help you in the long run. It has to be, Gryffindor!

I stood up in shock. I wasn't brave, I was scared of everything! I heard the hall laughing, and realized the hat was still on my head. I ran back up and put it on the stool. There was a boy with dark dreadlocks that clapped me on the back, welcoming me to the table. The Weasley twins were across from me, and introduced the boy as Lee Jorden. The twins were smirking, which meant they were up to something. There was a shout from the Slytherins, and suddenly, a white ferret was running up and down the table. One of the third years sighed, and turned it back into the boy with the slicked back blonde hair. The third year growled and approached our table with the blonde. "Weasels, really? The kids a firstie, and a midgety one at that!" The blonde glared up at the older kid. "For your information, Dolohauv, I am a Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, you know. I can handle myself. Now, Gingerheads, why was I the target of your illegal magical practice?" "He's the one to talk." A kid with black hair and wide rimmed glasses muttered. I could only assume he meant the rumor of Malfoy's parents being Deatheaters. The twins stared in shock Draco. "It's just this cream we're working on. To change you into animals. We didn't know who would grab the cream cake with that cream. Sorry kid." He nodded, and went to go back to his table. "You're Longbottom. You think if a six year old could think to avoid a curse with a damn mirror, a highly trained auror could. Surprised you're not Ravenclaw just for that. I'm Malfoy, Draco you can call me, I'm sure you heard." He held out his hand.  Me, not being one to pass up new friends, grabbed his hand and shook it. "Pleasure." The kid with the glasses stared. "He's a Deatheater! And you're The Boy Who Lived! You can't be friends with him!" I stared at him. "Who are you? Of course I can!" He glared. "I'm Harry Potter. My dad taught me that no Slytherin can be trusted. And that ones a Malfoy! Can't you even tell the wrong sort from the right?" I glared at him. "I can tell the wrong sort from the right."