this is literal trash but ok

Frights, Braids, and Little Sisters

The Whomping Willow. It had to be the Whomping Willow. It couldn't have been the weeping willow or anything, it had to be the whomping one. I couldn't help but think that maybe this was all just a sick joke. You would have thought it too if you were in my shoes. They poked a knot in the tree with an especially long stick and it froze, the branches stopped swinging, the trunk stopped twisting. It just stopped. They entered the tree. I was obviously less than thrilled to go in, so I waited. And I heard and ear splitting shout. And I poked the tree with the stick in several places before finally hitting the right knot and I slid in.

I honestly could never figure out why I was sorted into Ravenclaw. I had book smarts and wit, but when it really counted, I was the most idiotic person in the entire world. The hat probably made a mistake.

What I saw in the shack made me scream louder than I ever had in my life (which was extremely loud considering I had once almost been attacked by a prisoner of Azkaban, long story short we were visiting a relative). It was a werewolf. I could hardly breath. There was also a stag, a dog, and I could have sworn I had seen a rat scurry by. Did they eat them? I asked myself. I realized that would be ridiculous. For a second, we all stared at each other. But then, the wolf attacked me. I screamed covered my face with my forearm. I felt a shooting pain go up my arm. I shouted, held my arm and fell to the ground. I heard someone shout my name. I looked at my arm and saw blood, I got woozy and passed out. 

The next thing I knew, I was lying on the cold grass of the Quidditch pitch. The sun indicated that it was about eighth o'clock. Had I really been out that long? The sun caused the lake to shimmer in a beautiful way that could have made me smile except for the fact that I had been attacked by a werewolf. The first face I saw was Peter's then Sirius then James and finally Remus who looked much better. They all wore an extremely worried expressions. I sat up. "D-did you see the w-werewolf? Did you... kill it?" I said in a shaky voice. I saw lots of guilt in Remus's expression. And then it hit me like a ton of brick.

"You're a werewolf." I whispered.

"Huh?" Peter asked.

"Could you repeat that?" James said.

"R-Remus is a werewolf." I stared at the ground. Maybe my horrified expression was too horrified because Remus got up and ran. "Wait!" I called after him, but he kept running. I felt a painful pounding in my head. I ran after Remus anyways.

I ended up tackling him. I had almost caught up to him, but I just kept barely missing him. So, I jumped and we both fell. I landed on my right arm and shouted in pain. "Get off of me!" he shouted. It was a Saturday morning so there were a couple dozen people outside. People started to stare and my face had never been more red. I could feel the heat in my cheeks and ears. I got off of him, but held his wrist so he couldn't escape. Peter, Remus, and James caught up to us and we all walked into the school together. The rest of the day we hung out together until dinner and then I went to bed felling pretty great, but I still found it hard to come to terms with Remus being a werewolf.

I couldn't help but feeling quite amazing. I was sitting with the four coolest boys in school. We were sitting by the lake under a tree. Sirius was sitting against a tree and Peter was next to him, James was lying down by their feet playing with a stolen snitch and Remus was facing them reading my copy of Gone With the Wind that I lent him. My head was in Sirius's lap and my legs lay across Peter. Sirius fiddled with my long hair. I put up with the tugging and yanking until I  had to ask. "What are you doing?" I asked, looking up at him. His face turned slightly pink. "Um, well, I saw Bellatrix today and she had a braid in her hair and I've been kinda trying to um, you know..."

"Figure it out?" I said. He nodded his head. Peter snickered. "How am I supposed to know how to braid?" Sirius snapped. But Remus and James were laughing too and Sirius just chose to ignore them. "Here, I'll show you." Took a piece of my hair and divided it into three parts. I braided my hair and talked him through it. It was kind of difficult since I was laying down, but eventually, he caught on and I had five sloppy braids in my hair. He was on his sixth braid when I heard an all too familiar voice.

"Hello, Riley." The all too familiar voice belonged to an all too familiar person: my sister, Lola. Did I mention that I had a sister? She was a year younger than I was and one of the most popular Slytherins in her year not that Slytherins were very popular with the rest of Hogwarts. We looked quite similar. Except she had dark brown eyes than  looked almost black. My mother refused to be embarrassed my dropping me off when everyone else was there, so she dropped me off very early, drove back home, then drove back to the station with Lola. I had been able to avoid her. Of course, I should have expected this to come sooner or later.

"Hello, Lola." I said bitterly.

"You'd better treat me with a little more respect." Lola grinned.

"Who's that?" James said in a stage whisper.

"The devil." I said, not breaking eye contact with her. Lola glared at me, I glared at Lola. We had a stare down. I knew this could go on forever and I didn't want to waste my time with the little snob. I broke eye contact. She smirked at me in a gloating way. I turned  back to the four boys. "I'm going to leave." I mumbled to them. I gathered my stuff and walked toward the castle, not caring about the braids.

"No one can talk about someone with that much hate except family." Sirius noted. "She's you sister?" Peter asked. I nodded. "Sucks to be you." Sirius muttered. 

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Sorry this chapter's so weak. So is the next one. A lot of people have been voting for this story so I felt the need to update it. Hope you like it!!!

-CoRA