Bound

Chapter 3

"So this is Hogwarts'' the magical glisten of the lake and the tall, sturdy structure of the castle overwhelmed me. Before I even set foot on the Hogwarts grounds, I knew that it was my home. I almost squealed in excitement when my feet hit the ground but I managed to just give Hallie a huge grin instead. 

Hagrid was waiting for the first years by the lake so I said goodbye to Fred, George, and their friends, and skipped over to the half-giant standing before me. He ordered the first years to find a boat and start across the lake so Hallie and I entered a small, oval shaped, wooden, almost like a rounded raft shaped boat. 

A few other first years sat down next to us, and I noticed the same bleach blonde hair that I saw on the platform, in another boat across the lake. He was sitting with two... bigger, boys and a brown haired boy around the same size as the bleach blonde. He caught my eye for a split second but before I could do anything stupid, I tore my eyes off of his disgusting figure, and began rowing, along with one of the other first years that was sitting across from me.

 We made it to the other side and before I could even step out of the boat and join Mrs.Mcgonagall, I spotted the quidditch pitch. Before I could stop it, my whole heart was jumping up and down in my stomach. I entusiastically tapped Hallie's shoulder (probably leaving a bruise) and pointed, gasping at its beauty. 

I've been to a few quidditch games in my lifetime, but never have I even dreamed about playing on a team. I could feel Hallies excitement from a yard away and now all of my thoughts have been filled with winning the quidditch cup. I could barely hear McGonagall's directions over my excited thoughts until Hallie tapped me on the shoulder and I snapped back to reality. 

I followed the first years into the great hall, and took everything in. The candles hanging from the bewitched night sky ceiling, along with the pots of fire along the sides of the walls lit up the ginormous tables, full of people. 

Each table represents a different house. The Ravenclaw table, full of blues and bronzes. The Hufflepuff table, the yellows and blacks filling my eyes, the Slytherin table, full of nasty greens and royal silvers and lastly the Gryffindor table, full of bright reds, and crown-like golds. I spotted Fred winking at me from the table and yet again I was filled with nerves. 

As we walked past the tables I could hear my thoughts pounding against my head "I will be put in Gryffindor, I will, I will, I will be put in Gryffindor, I know I will-"Before I could finish my worried thoughts, McGonagall rudely interrupted and told the first years to line up in front of the stage like place. Professor Dumbledore was saying something...  but I could barely hear him do to my nervous thoughts, stinging my brain like bees. But before long the sorting hat was singing his traditional sorting song:

"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 cant see, so try me on and I will tell you, where you ought to be. You might belong in Gryffindor, where dwell the brave of heart-" I will I will I will- "there daring sense of chivalry, set Gryffindors apart. You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal, those patient Hufflepuffs are true, and in- afraid of toil. Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw, if you're a steady mind, where those of wit and learning, will always find their kind. Or perhaps in-" I stopped listening, I've heard Charlie sing that song multiple times before and I didn't need to hear the last part again. - "So put me on! Don't be afraid-" that's likely - "And don't get in a flap! You're in safe hands (though I have none) For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

My nerves had got the better of me and I nearly fainted, once the hat had finished his song. I used Hallie's shoulder for support, and waited my turn to be sorted.

"Hermione Granger," McGonagall said loudly so everyone could hear.

"GRYFFINDOR" my lungs clogged as the sorting hat said these words. My stomach was full of butterflies that I couldn't seem to shoo away.

"Draco Malfoy" The Bleach Blonde haired boy nervously walked up to the stool. As soon as the sorting hat was just inches away from his head it yelled, "SLYTHERIN".

After what seems like forever of waiting, McGonagall called Hallie's name. She looked at me with reassuring eyes and stepped up onto the stage. She sat down on the stool, and I could see that her fingers were crossed underneath her robes. Her eyes were tightly shut as the sorting hat was placed on top of her head, and after a moment of thinking, the sorting hat yelled

"GRYFFINDOR" I laughed out loud. I was so happy for her. The Gryffindor table was roaring with applause, as she skipped past me, I gave her a big smile of congratulations. Next it would be my turn, and everything would be just fine. I waited another minute-long-second, before McGonagall called my name.

"Cassie Adams" I took a deep breath and stepped onto the stage. After I had sat down on the stool, I noticed how many people there were. Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, and apparently the famous Harry Potter, were all staring at me. Everyone was. Finally the sorting hat was placed upon my head. This was the moment that would change my life, hopefully for the better.

"SLYTHER-"

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think! The Slytherin table was applauding in slow motion. I shook my head and I caught a glimpse of Hallie, Fred, George, and Ron's disappointed faces. I could feel the push of my mother pushing me out of our house, forcing me to live elsewhere. 

I couldn't remember anything that had happened in the past 24 hours. I slid off of the stool. I nearly fainted once again as my feet touched the floor. After looking up at Mcgonagall one more time to see if she was joking, I stumbled towards the Slytherin table. Even McGonagall had looked disappointed in me! 

I sat across from that bleach blonde haired boy that I had bumped into earlier today, and my sensitive spine felt an older guy slap me across the back. I wanted to run home, and cry into my mother's arms. Why was I put in Slytherin? I'm not bad, I can't be in Slytherin, I just can't!

 I looked back at the Gryffindor table. They were smiling and laughing, like they had already forgotten all about me. It was going to be like this for seven more years. Seven more years of pain and sorrow. I reached up to the red and yellow clips in my hair and tore them out. The nasty Slytherins were all laughing at me, one of them even had the nerves to snatch the yellow clip from my hand and break it, right in front of my eyes. His thin lips were smirking down at me as he nastily retorted,

"Your blood traitor mummy want you to be in Gryffindor huh?" more laughs "aww pewny wittle first year was put in the wrong house! Slytherins better you know, we have more... privileges."

His creepy smile scared me and I wanted to run away and cry more than anything, but I stood up for myself. I snatched the broken clip back and said,

"You want the stupid clip, you can have the clip" and with that I through the clip across the table, "go get it boy, go get the clip, you can do it". I smirked up at him, and embarrassed he returned an evil glare. The whole table was laughing at him now. 

The rest of the feast I ignored the other Slytherins. I wasn't very hungry so I just sat in silence for a while until we could climb the moving staircases to our dorms. Our Slytherin dorms.