The hat never lies

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Heys guys so there won't be much romance for the first few chapters cause I don't want to get into it too quickly but please bear with me lovelys.

EROAS POV

I sprung awake at the sound of the loud horn that signals the train's departure and someone carrying me off the trolly. I flutter my eyes open to see that it no other than the boy who lived, I always thought that was a silly name but I've been friends with him since he moved here so I guess he's just a normal guy to me.

"Morning sleepy head" he said in a raspy voice as if he had been sleeping as much as me

"Harry, what happened?" I asked glancing into his eyes

"Well your lovely friends woke you up and then  left without making sure you were okay, luckily luna saw you and grabbed me"

"Oh t-thanks" wow how embarrassing am I, I mentally slap myself and try to shrug it off and stand up but with my luck, I fall flat on my face.

"Wow falling for me already granger?" A familiar and cold voice spat from above me, I look up to see a set of squeaky clean expensive shoes and automatically know who they belong to.

"Piss of Malfoy" Harry states with a deeper voice than usual and I can't help but giggle a little at it while harry begins to pick me up off the floor

"Something funny mudblood?" Draco spats assuming its directed at him

"Uh, n-no i-"

"huh, nothing to say? That's what I thought" He mumbles something under his breath as he walks away but I can't tell what, probably another insult.

"Don't worry about him Ero just brush it off he's a foul git" Harry states attempting to make me feel better.

Can this day get any worse? First, I find out there's a chance I could be placed in a whole different house leaving my friends. Then this as if my self-esteem wasn't low enough as it is. I can't be put in another house, My family would disown me they have a deep hatred for Slytherin especially my sister. My parents are both muggles but even they know that there's a certain stigma around the houses.

"Well, I've got to go to my dorm but ill catch you later?"

"Wait don't you have to go to the re-sorting like the rest of us?" I questioned

"God no, good thing about being 'the chosen one'  is I don't have to participate in silly things such as that, but good luck hopefully they don't stick you in the haunted house of snakes" Harry teased

We say our goodbyes and I head over to the dining hall for the thing I've been dreading most. After a lot of sitting and a plate full of chicken and veggies, my name is called and I immediately start to panic. I slowly stand up and look around to find all eyes on me. Professor Mcgonagle gestures for me to sit as she places the dusty hat on my head

"Ooooh interesting, former Gryffindor and very determine but the question is will you stay or go.." The hat trails into thought and I unintentionally whisper "Please not Slytherin" I feel the hat open its folds to speak but nothing as if it were lost for words.

"Well, may it be you do not wish it, but it must beeeeee Slytherin!"

My heart drops and I start to feel sweaty I frantically look around and everyone is faintly clapping with apathetic faces painted on but I only care about one at this moment, My sister and sure enough, she's sitting in the middle table eyes wide and a disappointed look that stares into my soul as if to tell me I had ruined everything.

I feel my heart beating out of my chest and everything goes silent all I can hear is faint clapping and chatter, then nothing I cannot see or hear all I can feel is the cold brick floor against my face and then darkness.



Hey guys so thank you so much for reading this chapter and I know its only the second one but I have a good feeling:) I know this one was almost as short as the last one but it's 2 am and I have hella schoolwork. But that being said the next chapter will be longer I promise and there will start to be a little flirty flirty;) Until next time loves, please leave a vote or comment it really means so much and it motivates me to continue my writing.b

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