The Renegade Witch

The Magic Of Hogwarts

DRENA WOOD'S POV

I guessed you have heard the famous story of the 'Golden Trio', Harry Potter (the boy who lived), Hermione Granger (the brightest witch of her age) and Ronald Weasley (the king). You haven't heard what still lurks these sacred halls and the distinct smell of nostalgia and rotten Bertie Botts that had rotted over the pass years. You could say that the Golden trio are still famous after all this time but they will always be, Weasley is a symbol for young quidditch players to aspire to be like and they do, he's never been forgotten. Hermione is very idyllic for those who have brains and aren't constantly stuffing their faces with honey dukes sweets. Harry is an inspiration and an idol for everyone still at Hogwarts his face is heavily embedded into our brains and I aspire to have his heart.

The clock stoke Eleven and new fresh faces of first years lurked the busy crowded kings cross station, I'm one of them, my mother constantly repeating the words 'you will be fine' over and over. My mum works in the ministry of magic in the same position as Arthur Weasley though he has retired now and my mum jumped for the opportunity to have the thrill of Arthur's job even though it is just sorting out a few muggles and wiping their memories from time to time, after the battle of Hogwarts Arthur's job was getting paid way more than any other in the ministry and it is quite sought after now. 'don't be late' mother screams as my suitcase sprawled across the floor spilling my contents, I frantically gather every thing into my case and rush onto the Hogwarts express and collapsed in one of the carriages, I quickly open the window and scream 'I've forgot my quill' to my mother and her face turned from happiness and nostalgia from the time she has gotten on the Hogwarts express for the first time to frustration, 'I- will- send- one -by -owl' she shouted as the trainwhizzed past.

'My cat, have u seen my cat?' A small peculiar looking girl said jumping up and down like some kind of muggle, 'mmmm no but there is a big fluffy thing in the corner, I thought it was dead' I said prodding it with my wand, 'ahhhhh there you are, stupid cat' she screamed almost bursting my eardrums. 'I'm Drena wood by the way, I'm a first year, are you a first year?' I said whilst giving the evils to the cat. ' yes I am a first year, it's so exciting I finally get to walk the halls of Hogwarts I've been waiting my whole life and now I can't keep ahhhhh, I'm Belinda marine', ' Do you want to sit next to me? I've got candy' I said trying to build a relationship as I'm usually not that popular, my juxtaposed personality is always off putting to some people, I can be happy and so optimistic and then be so anxious and pessimistic. Mum said it's just those 'teenage years' but it's really weird. 'sure' she replied giving a wide smile for the smell of the candy.

We talked and talked till the train stopped and you could hear the exciting screams of the first years and the dragging of their suitcases and the trolley lady trying to not get crushed by the running first years, the other years let the first years go and started playing with their wands and turning each other into weird animals you could hear their animal noises from a mile away. "Belinda, let's hope we are put in the same house" I excited. The thrill of Hogwarts excited everyone and the although it's my first time I couldn't wait to start my classes, not to brag but I'm a prodigy in potions and I'm so excited to start, I mean I have read every book on potions to prepare, my family had always encouraged me to make potions and to become better everyday, they made me a small little lab in our garden only if I promised to take care of the owls, I had been making the most advanced potions since I was about seven, actually when I was seven I made polyjuice potion and transformed into my mother.

The boats were magical themselves, every first year were touching the water and splashing a mess which the third years were trying to dodge. Everyone was so excited even the students that would have their last years, it was so emotional, when I got my letter I felt like I finally accomplished something, I mean I have perfected my own potion to the t, i find it hard to make friends as I'm always somehow studying or revising for something. I stuffed my bags with honeydukes sweets in hopes of having many midnight snacks with friends, you see I'm very socially awkward and I find it hard to meet new people whom understand me, I only really had one friend and she mysteriously vanished, her family were pure bloods and hated that I wasn't all pure, I'm a half blood, my mother is pure and her family had been pure until she married my father whom was a muggle, my dad is a mechanic for classic cars and is probably the top of his game within his field, he didn't intend on being a mechanic he actually went to train to be a pilot and finished his degree earlier than intended, he found it fun but the distance from mum was getting to him too much and he decided to get into cars.

I got off the boat the my heart was racing like it was in Formula one, I couldn't wait to get into Hogwarts and learn and become even better, the anticipation was getting to my head to the point where I felt like I was going to faint, " Drena? Are you okay?" Belinda wondered because I probably looked like I was away with the nargles or as the muggles say drunk like a sailor, " I'm fine I'm just so happy and nervous at the same time" I said slurring my words.

All the first years had to wait in the entrance to the great hall and were given the house talk like they do every singe year flawlessly, the doors opened and we were transported into the great hall and the boy behind me who looked like an adult pig dropped his Bertie bott's everywhere letting the fumes of liver fill the enchanted hall. The ceiling was magical and even the most entitled children there had their jaws touching the floor. Is this real I thought to myself I transcended into complete uptopia and my eyes were mentally taking photographs to look at later.

The fun didn't last long as the called my name to still on an old wooden chair to let a little hat decide my future, ' mmm, there is a lot of knowledge but you lack in wisdom, you are shy but not loyal enough, you wouldn't belong in hufflepuff, you could be smart and sly but you do not belong in slytherin, you can read for hours but you lack wisdom, GRYFFINDOR IT IS!" Said the old hat, I was personally upset abit because I always thought I'd be a ravenclaw because how much I loved books and knowledge but maybe the sorting hat saw potential to grow and be better in gryffindor. It was Belinda's turn and she seemed so relaxed that it made me nervous for her. She seemed a sweet girl and I really want to be friends. She sat comfortably on the rickety old chair and when the old sorting hat was placed on her long blonde hair, she turned and stared at me giving me a half nervous and half excited smile. " Aww miss marine, you are very similar that I could see you exceeding in any house, but your traits are more suited to ... GRYFFINDOR". She was giving the fakest smile I had ever seen but the thrill of the claps from the Gryffindor students was euphoric.

We sat down to enjoy the finest meal, everything your dear heart dreamed of was right in front of your naive eyes. I couldn't imagine anything better and my plate was sky high with food that was unimaginable, the smell was so pleasant and the refilling glasses of butter beer was great. I was sat to Belinda and she seemed in a quiet demeanour and the disposition was far from being happy. I just gathered that she was like me and sorted into the wrong house, she was not talking and not being her happy peppy self, I mean I patted her on the back and gave her a giant bear hug and then she gave a smile to me and we ended up talking. It was great.

As I traced to the Gryffindor dorms and tried to gather a burst of positivity that I needed after that anticlimactic sorting. I mean Gryffindor didn't seem a bad house but I always thought I followed the traits of a ravenclaw. Belinda was acting suspicious and I thought she was a bit off but I just blamed it on the sorting and the mountain of food that we endured. "Hey, I'm glad we are in the same house, atleast we can be friends now"

END OF DRENA WOOD'S POV