I was sorted into Hufflepuff

Chapter 1 x You are a Slytherin

My dearest Blossom,

I regret that I must write this letter, but I feel as though my days are numbered.
I want you to know, my little cherry blossom that I will always love you. You bring me sunshine, you bring me life, my happiest memories will always lie with you, never forget dear Blossom where your loyalties lie. And be kind.
Love, father

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Three teardrops accompanied fathers swooping handwriting, blotching the bottom of the page. I run my thumb over them quietly before putting his letter back in my pocket. He'd given it to me a week before the fire.

The fire...

"Come along Acacia." Mother scolded, as we passed through the terminal and out into the cold English air, where raindrops just started to fall. I scowled a little as she called me Acacia, she never took to the name my father gave me. Her tall figure was wrapped in a long black overcoat, her green and black scarf peeking under it.

We got into a waiting taxi and she shot the no-mag a glare and the directions to my uncle's house.

I wish we had stayed in America, all my friends were there. Besides me, my whole family had attended Hogwarts, and all had been sorted into Slytherin. In Ilvermorney I was in the Horned Serpent house, I found the sorting ceremony intimidating and my classmates wre pleased to have me with them, but I found this was later because I was a pureblood. But then the fire happened and mother found it best to seek refuge at my uncle's home in England.

Now I would be joining Hogwarts in my fifth year.

I watched all the people walk by as the car sped up and all blurred into one. I perked up when I spotted a dog skipping across the road but as soon as it appeared it was gone. The sky was a cloudy grey with more grey clouds rolling in from every direction.

The driver had his little no-mag radio on and it was quite amusing to listen to the people talking about their sports. I enjoyed the occasional Quidditch game but they became far too overwhelming at times and I'd have to leave halfway through. Mother looked nervous, she had bitten her lip one too many times and torn the skin leaving a patch of dark purple, her bony hands wringing together.

The ride to my uncle's house ended faster than I would've liked but I got out and grabbed my beige and silver trunk from the car boot, unable to use magic making me frown as the driver was a no-mag. Mother put her hand on my shoulder and we wheeled our suitcases through a dark alley. I shrank back away from the walls, almost moaning at the disgusting smell in the air.

Then we passed the glittering barrier and we were transported into a huge and beautiful manor. It had a cold and empty presence making me shrink into my mother. Her eyes were at the top of a staircase in front of us.

I'm guessing that was my uncle.

He had long platinum hair with a pale face sucked into the bones creating sharp contours, he looked like an old fashioned baron. "My dear little sister." His eyes squinted a tight smile came upon his face. Mother let me go and hugged him. Then his attention turned to me.

"This must be Acacia." Mother nodded and he shook my hand, I'm glad he didn't hug me.

I go to correct him, but mother gives a sharp pinch on my shoulder and I shut my mouth, eyes downcast to the checkered marble flooring.

"Fiona," he referred to my mother, "has Acacia the right requirements for her school year?"

"She has a wand, but all her other things were, they were still in the house when it-" she silenced the tears that fell, and uncle hugged her close whispering something in her ear. His gaze struck me.