Why Is It Always Me?

classification test

Published 4/2018
Edit published 11/18/19
Happy thanksgiving
Today is the day the 7th year Gryffindors get classified as either an alpha, beta, omega, submissive, dominant, little or caregiver, and to say I am nervous is an understatement, I am terrified. What if I don't live up to what everyone expects me to be? What if I'm a little or an omega... what will my family think of me then? I come from an older family line and often it's not acceptable to have an omega or little in the family.

I pace around the common room to fruitlessly try and calm my nerves, my ears are ringing and my palms are starting to get clammy the longer we wait.

"Calm down mate, you know you are going to be an alpha" my best friend Ron says to try and stop my pacing. "He's right, you know" my other friend Hermione assures, "but-" I get cut off by Snape entering the common room "all 7 year Gryffindors, follow me to the headmasters office" he orders in a monotone voice.

We all line up outside the headmaster's office, Ron, Hermione and I are in the middle of the line. "You know you will be okay, right?" Hermione tries to assure me, " yeah mate, nothing is going to happen, we're here for you" Ron says agreeing with Hermione, I sigh in frustration before replying "I know, I'm just worried." We soon changed the topic and started talking about quidditch until Hermione eventually got called up, "Hermione Granger!" McGonagall calls out from down the hall. "Good luck" Ron and I call to Hermione at the same time, Ron and I talk to pass the time and after 10 minutes she returns, "I'm a beta!" She squeals excitedly "good for you Mione!" I congratulate her before Ron gets called up. Ron enters the room again after 10 minutes with his results "alpha" he states proudly as he walks over to Hermione and I. As I am about to congratulate him my name gets called by McGonagall "Harry Potter!"

Hermione and Ron turn to me and assure me I will be fine before I walk to McGonagall, I follow her into a room and see Professor Snape in the room as I enter, "alright Harry, please take a seat for me so I can place the sorting hat on your head" McGonagall says in a sweet tone, I do as I'm told and take a seat. McGonagall places the hat on my head and after a slight silence the sorting hat hums in a gravelly tone before giving me my classification result "little!" The hat states firmly.

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