Defiance

Chapter 2: The Trip To Hogwarts

A few days after the long-awaited Diagon Alley trip, it was finally time to go to Hogwarts. FINALLY. It seemed like this moment couldn't come fast enough and I decided that I would try to enjoy every second of it. 

Most enjoyable would be the fact that I wouldn't have to hear my father telling me the same lecture over and over and over again. He said these words were intended to prepare me for "a top-secret and very important mission" I would have to do when I got older. But I could care less at the time. I mean what 11-year-old boy would enjoy wasting hours of their life listening to their father drone on about the most random of details. Hogwarts just felt like my free escape. 

The morning I was to leave for Hogwarts did not seem any more exciting than any of my other morning routines. Besides my mom helping me get my bags and robe ready and my dad, once again, giving me the last lecture for a few months, the only specific thing I remembered was him telling me to refer to him if I was in trouble. 

And again I completely ignored him but I never knew I would use every single thing he mentioned in his lectures in the future. I said goodbye to my parents at platform 9 ¾ and I was off to Hogwarts. 

On the long and boring train ride, I met two very peculiar boys, Crabbe and Goyle, my friends, actually sidekicks ... for a lack of better terms, my assistants. 

But that wasn't all. 

On the same train ride, I heard some rumors about Harry Potter being on the train. Now if you don't know who he is, you must have, as they say, "been living under a rock." This is a very important topic to catch up on. Harry Potter is the wizard who defeated He Who Must Not Be Named. And to my surprise, Potter was the same nervous boy that I had seen at Madam Malkin's Robe Shop the other day. 

I didn't know much about my father's opinion of him at the time so I decided to make my presence known. And...he was hanging around...you guessed it, a Weasley. I decided to offer to help him pick out the filth from the wizards here as I knew a lot about that from my father. 

But he rejected it. 

And from that moment on, we were deemed as cutthroat enemies. But forget about all of that. That all comes into play later. Here came the important part. The sorting. 

I had to get into Slytherin. There was no other choice. So when I walked up to the hat, I don't know where my nerves came from. I have been told that as soon as the hat touched my head, it yelled a clear answer. 

But that's not what I felt. 

The hat told me I'd be a great Gryffindor. And I couldn't have been more upset at that moment. Why Gryffindor? Well, that's exactly what I asked. And that's exactly what the hat told me in what felt like 30 minutes but actually lasted one second.