Slytherin Weasley

Chapter 1

So let me start off by introducing myself. My name is Imogen Marie Weasley. I'm the youngest of three triplets. Fred, George and I turn 11 today and will receive our hogwarts letters soon. Most people don't get that we are triplets at first, though. I have long ebony hair, green eyes and porcelain-like skin. No freckles whatsoever! At least I'm tall, already 5"6, I should be good height. Anyways this is my story of the Weasley misfit who learned to love who she really was.

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The Rooster wasn't crying when I woke so it must of been early, I sat up and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. Fred and George were asleep in the middle of the floor, so I kicked them as I walked past and said "You know we turn 11 today right?" George just grumbled at me but Fred sat bolt upright, smacked his brother and yelled,

"Hogwarts letters!"

We thundered down the stairs banging on the walls and chanting "IT'S TODAY!" over and over again. Only Ron and Ginny came out of their of rooms, the others used to our Birthday routine. Ron grumbled under his breath about needing a smaller family. Ginny just told us to shut up. Mum was already in the kitchen, cleaning up the remnants of Dads breakfast.

"Happy Birthday, dears. Excited for Today's trip?"

"Yeah, I can't wait to have a wand." Fred said. 

"Has Errol been yet mum?" I asked 

"No dear, but it's still early. And Dumbledore never misses an 11th birthday." She said serving us all eggs and bacon. "Your Father said to wish you a Happy Birthday and we are going to Diagon alley today to get your Hogwarts stuff and a shared Birthday present."

"You're the best Mum!" George said, and sat down to eat his breakfast and discuss our future at Hogwarts.

"What happens if we are in separate houses?" I said, voicing my worries. For months now, I've had a hunch that I won't be in Gryffindor.

"You won't be. You three are the most Gryffindor-ish people I know, with all the pranks you pull." Charlie said, coming through the door fully dressed. 

 "Oh! Crap, is Percy awake yet?" I said "We slime trapped his door last night." A loud yell interrupted the end of my sentence and Percy came in with a muggle brand of purple slime in his hair, his PJs stained the same colour. He started to yell at Fred, George and I, but we never got to hear the end of his speech as Errol chose that exact moment to hurtle through the pen window and smacked the back of Percy's head.

"Stupid owl. Can't even fly in a straight line." Bill said, stooping to retrieve the post from the crumpled bird on the floor. "Right Here we go. Fred Fabian Weasley. George Gideon Weasley. Imogen Marie Weasley." and he hands each of us our letter in turn.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Weasley,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.  Please find a list of all the necessary books and equipment. Term begins on september 1st. We await your owl no later than the 31st July.

Yours Sincerely

Minerva McGonagall                                                                                                                                                           Deputy Headmistress.