Redamancy (d.m)

Chapter two- a startling turn of events

"You blew your Aunt up!?" I gasped, struggling to catch my breath after laughing so hard at the stories of my new friend. "Well, er, not on purpose!" Harry defended, though he, too, was laughing at his own misfortune. The Hogwarts express slowed to a complete stop, and we got up, shuffling down the corridor with the rest of the students. I stepped off the train and onto the platform, taking in the impressive new scenery of the grand castle looming in the distance, ignoring the whispers of curiosity at my arrival

"Who's that?"
"Never seen her around before"
"Heard she sat with Harry Potter!"

I was startled at the hand on my shoulder, looking up to see Harry leading me to a line of carriages pulled by majestic black creatures. I joined Harry, Ron, and Hermione in one, Crookshanks immediately leaping onto my lap and curling up for a quick catnap, much to the evident displeasure of Ron, whose grip tightened around his rat. As the carriage pulled up to Hogwarts, I stepped off to be immediately greeted by a short, grey haired woman I soon learned was Professor McGonagall, my new transfigurations teacher. She instructed me to take a seat at any table, for I was to be sorted into my house before the feast. I walked into the great hall, my friends in stride with me, and flashed a dazzling smile as all heads turned to study Hogwarts new arrival.

"Come on, (y/n), you can sit with us at Gryffindor before you get sorted, though I do hope you'll join us permanently, of course,"
"I guess we'll find out" I replied to Hermione as students squeezed together to make room for their fellow Gryffindors, I turned to find four eyes meeting mine
"(Y/n), these are my brothers, twins Fred and George" Ron said, nodding to the two boys with flaming hair to match Ron's
"Lookie here, Fred, we've got a new girl at Hogwarts"
"I can see that George she's sitting right in front of us is she not?"
I quickly took a liking to them, and chatted with them until the chatter died down, and I glanced up at the staff table to see that Dumbledore had risen from his seat

"Welcome! Welcome to another year at Hogwarts. Now, I'd like to say a few words before we all become too befuddled
by our excellent feast. First, I'm pleased to welcome Professor R.J. Lupin, who's kindly consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Good luck, professor." This announcement was met with a smattering of polite applause for Professor Lupin.
"Job's cursed, you know" Harry informed me, "no ones ever managed to keep the job for more than a year".
I didn't have the chance to reply, as our attention was diverted by a voice calling Harry's name
"Potter"

I turned my head to find the source of the disruptment to be a boy about my age, with pale skin, bleach blonde hair, and grey eyes that bore into my (y/e/c) ones. He held eye contact for half a second too long, and I quickly learnt that he was not going to be a friend.

"Is it true you fainted? I mean, you actually fainted?"
"Shove off, Malfoy."
"How did he find out?"
"Just forget it." Hermione assured Harry

Maybe Harry did, but I couldn't. I found myself subconscious tuning out the rest of the speech, my mind wandering to the bully at the neighbouring table, until I heard the mention of a new student
"The time has come for our new student, (y/n) Lestrange to be sorted into her house!"
I got up from the Gryffindor table, flipped my hair over my shoulder, and swayed confidently up the steps to the stool, very much aware of the audience I had, some whispering in fear, and some staring in awe. I took my seat as the sorting hat was placed on my head, and I immediately heard it say
"Oh my, a Lestrange in Hogwarts? Never thought I'd see the day. Now now, let's take a look into your mind, shall we? You'd be a natural Slytherin, of course, given your background, yes there is much potential there, lots of cunning, lots of ambition. But something's holding you back, isn't it? Oh yes, maybe a couple years back Slytherin would have undoubtedly been the house for you, but now I see...can it be... yes it must be...GRYFFINDOR!"
I removed the hat with shaking hands, in complete shock at the event that had just occurred. Walking back to the Gryffindor table, I was engulfed with hugs and cheering from proud housemates.
"I told you, (y/n), I told you you'd be coming back to us!" Hermione squealed as she pulled me into a bone-crushing hug. As I hugged her back, I couldn't help but feel joy at my unexpected sorting. Sure, I had thought my house was set in stone my entire life, but in Gryffindor, I felt a strange sense of belonging as Harry, Hermione, and Ron led me up the ever-changing staircases to the welcoming common room. After being informed of my private dorm, courtesy of my mother, Hermione helped me carry up my belongings to my new room, which left us both amazed

We screamed in glee at the spacious luxurious dorm, jumping on the large queen bed until we tired ourselves out, and Hermione left for her own dorm with a quick "good night, (y/n)"
Quickly changing into a pair of grey sweatpants and a crew neck, I settled into bed after writing a letter to mother letting her know I had settled in and informing her of my unexpected house sorting. Hoping she wouldn't be too upset that I was a gryffindor, I fell into a deep sleep

It was dark in the room, the windows were shattered, leaving broken glass shards scattered across the wooden floor. The thunderstorm outside was raging, making the blood red curtains thrash around violently. I was bleeding everywhere, my bones ached and my head was pounding, but I had to continue on, I had to...

I sat up panting and screaming, my forehead dripping with sweat. I glanced out my window and up at the clear deep blue sky and let a single tear roll down my cheek. Even in death, he continues to haunt me through my dreams.

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If (y/n) being sorted into Gryffindor seriously makes my story so unbearable to read that you cannot continue reading it, just leave quietly. I do not need to see the comments saying that her house ruined the story, I do not need to be informed that you aren't going to continue reading my story because of her house. Frankly, I do not care, I like cross house relationships, I enjoy the adrenaline of a Gryffindor and a Slytherin relationship so I made one, on top of that (y/n) getting sorted into Slytherin would have been the obvious choice, given her adoptive mother; it's called a plot twist, and it keeps stories interesting. Additionally, her house sorting is leading up to an extremely important reveal towards the end of the story, I also should not have to clarify my reasoning for anything I write but I am just tired of getting complaints about her house. No author enjoys negative comments on their work that they've spent hours upon hours writing, please keep your hateful thoughts to yourself <3