Ch. 4 Cold Quarters

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1st of September 1991
10:44

"Mom!!!!!!" I shout at him he slept in again and we are late. He locked me out this time but I can still bang on the door as much as I want. "Moooommmmm!!!!!!! We're late, get up!!!" I shout banging my fist against the door making it shake slightly. I'm ready to leave, everything's by the fireplace ready but I need my mom to get up and take me. "Mom!!!" I shout one last time and the door suddenly swings open and he walks out right past me and rushes down stairs, fully dressed.

I rush down after him and we end up at the fireplace and we quickly floo to kings coss station. We rush to the wall between platform 9 and 10 and mom pushes me at the wall following closely behind. It's now 10:50 and the train will leave in 10 minutes sharp. "Love you sweetheart, be sure to write, okay?" He says planting a quick kiss on my forehead.

"Don't worry, I'll try write as often as I can" I reassure him as I start quickly boarding the train. "Harley...remember...it doesn't matter which house you're in. It only matters what you do in it" he smiles at me. I smile back and finish boarding the train. I start looking for an empty compartment, but with my luck there isn't one. I manage to find one with a red haired boy and a brown haired boy with glasses... Harry.

I open the door and walk in catching their attention. "Mind if I sit here Harry?" I ask with a smile. "Not at all" he replies moving over a little. I put my bags in the overhead compartment and take a seat next to Harry. "Nice to meet you, I'm Harley" I introduce myself leaning over slightly reaching my hand out to shake the redhead's hand. "Ron" he says simply shaking my hand in reply.

Short Time skip

We are conversing cheerily, laughing and cracking jokes when the door opens suddenly making us stop and look at the door. There in the doorway is a girl with wild brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. "Have any you seen a toad, a boy named Neville lost one" she comments flatly. She looks around and spots Ron about to perform a spell on his rat. "You're about to do magic, let's see then" she asks more of a command than a question.

Ron does the spell but nothing happens and I can't help but giggle slightly. She comes in and says something about having practiced magic a lot and knows some spells "oculus reparo" she says pointing her wand at Harry's glasses, fixing them good as new. If I were new to magic I'd probably be slightly amazed but I'm not and have seen more complex spells, jinx's and charms being performed. "My name's Hermione Granger, and you all are?" She introduces herself and questions us.

"Harley Lupin" I answer giving her smile. "Ron Weasley" Ron replies casually. "And you?" She questions Harry. "Harry... Harry Potter" he answers her quietly.

Short Time skip

We are stood on the stairs waiting to go into the Great hall. Everyone is chattering away about what sort of test is about to happen and take place Infront of the school that will sort us into our houses. No one actually knows how we would get sorted into our houses so hopefully it isn't something we were supposed to study for. Mom said he couldn't actually tell me what the test was.

I over hear an intense conversation taking place Infront of me, it's between Harry, Ron and Draco. This will be interesting. "You think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask for yours, red hair and a hammy down robe...you must be a Weasley." He smirks glaring at Ron. "You'll figure out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Best not be making friends with the wrong sort" he continues still glaring at Ron.

If looks could kill...

"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks" Harry bites back sassily. Just then professor McGonagall walks in directing us to go through. She guides us to the front of the hall where there is a hat placed on a stool, it suddenly starts singing.

"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.
You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.
There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.
You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve and chivalry,
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true,
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
If you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin,
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folk use any means,
To achieve their ends.
So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

Suddenly the room erupts into loud clapping and cheering. Once it starts to quieten down Professor McGonagall starts calling out names and people start going up, I don't really pay much attention to it unless I hear certain names. Draco gets called up and takes a seat on the stool, that hat doesn't even make contact with his head before it shouts out "SLYTHERIN!" loud cheers and claps come from the Slytherin's table as he walks over. Then after a while Hermione is called she sits down and after a little bit the hat shouts "GRYFFINDOR!" I personally thought she'd be in Ravenclaw, oh well.

Then it was Ron, that hat was barely sat on his head for 10 seconds before it shouted "GRYFFINDOR!" cheers were heard as he walked over. Then Professor McGonagall calls my name "Harley Lupin!" I walk up and take a seat, she placed the hat on my head.

'hmm... interesting...very smart but so ambitious especially with trying to find your father...' 'well dah' 'lots of sas and pretty stubborn. Willing to do anything for your family and friends. Very difficult choice... Salazar wouldn't be happy if I let you escape his house as well as your dad. But I can see Godric also wouldn't be pleased.....better be' "SLYTHERIN!" he shouts out to the hall.

The table claps and cheers for me as I walk over calmly. Draco moves over slightly as I reach the table allowing me to sit down. Next was Harry, it felt like forever before the hat finally shouted out "GRYFFINDOR!" the intire Gryffindor table loudly claps and cheers for him. After that I stop paying attention. Suddenly food appears and I put some on my plate. Not much though I feel full even though I haven't eaten anything.

I really am not hungry so I'm just pushing my food around with my fork as I rest my head on my hand. "I can't believe we have a half blood contaminating the Slytherin house purity, and she doesn't even know any table manners" I hear someone say across from me. I look up so see a girl with a black bob, green eyes, a round face and a round nose that reminds me of a pug. "Excuse me?" I ask "I said I can't believe we have a half blood in our house." She answers smirking at me "at least I'm not an evil little bitch." I state continuing to play with my food

"Excuse me!?" She questions angrily "you heard me loud and clear" I bite back. "You've got some never! Salazar would be so disappointed that there is a half blood ruining his house" She angrily yells at me. "At least I'm not some stuck up little brat helping in giving Slytherin a bad reputation of being evil, did you forget that two of the trates are being ambitious and cunning...you truly must be a cunning little snake!" I shout back at her.

I angrily take a small bite of some of my food then quickly stand up and walk out leaving a stunned hall full of staff and students.

I make it to my room to find the room bare, cold and quiet. Only my stuff is in the room so I hurry up and un pack, get ready for bed and lock the door since I guess I'm not sharing a room with anyone else. I climb into bed and slowly dose off into a dreamless sleep.

That is the end of chapter 4, hope you enjoyed. Don't be afraid to comment, let me know what you think. Please vote and share. Thank you for reading and till next time my amazing readers❣️

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