Chapter 1
Excitement filled my entire body, I could barely contain myself, as I shot out of bed. Rushing towards my bathroom to get ready, today was the day. I couldn't be more ready. After all these years of my burning desire to be like any other Hogwarts student; learning magic, making friends, brewing potions.
Finally, after all these years of living in the castle, but not being able to learn magic, was coming to a close. Like today I was becoming one of the first years, about to be sorted into my own house. After dreaming about it for all these years; I was eager, thrilled even.
My eyes fixated on my appearance, determined to make it perfect. I tidied up my outfit; which consisted of the new school uniform. I began to flatten any wrinkles and brush off any dust. As I was finishing up my look, I brushed my dark brown hair as best as I could, before I gave myself a final look over in the mirror nodding in approval.
I speed walked down the hall, towards breakfast with a pep in my step. I couldn't contain myself, but who could blame me?
There were only a few people around since the students weren’t supposed to be here until later.
Glancing at the people in the great hall, I noticed some teachers such as Professor Sprout chatting with Madam Pomfrey and some who didn’t look interested in idle chit chat. My glaze took a quick look at Professor Snape, looking displeased as always; sending a shiver down my spine. I shook my head, clearing my thoughts.
Anyways back to the task at hand, I needed food. My stomach growled at that thought, and I agreed with it, as I went to grab myself a plate.
“I see you’re prepared and already wearing your robes.” A calm elderly voice sounded behind me, making me jump out of my skin. Placing a hand on my heart, trying to steady my fast-beating heart. ”I’m more than prepared. I’m so excited to be a student this year, it’s all I ever wanted.”
Dumbledore chuckled at my enthusiasm. “Well, I expect great things from you, after all, you are my granddaughter.” And as soon as he came, he was gone. Geez, thanks for the no-pressure old man.
I hurriedly stuffed my face, as my monstrous growling stomach wouldn’t shut up. I could barely wait to swallow before shoveling another mouthful.
Sighing in content whilst patting my stomach, I decided to go explore and keep myself busy so time would go by faster for the sorting ceremony.
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My thirteen-year-old body was trembling with nerves, as I stood in the middle of the great hall with all the other first years. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening, I was going to become a young witch at Hogwarts. I looked around at all my peers whilst Professor McGonagall was calling out students' names to be sorted. I noticed some rather odd-looking kids, one caught my eye, with the amount of white on his head was quite abnormal to me. He noticed I was staring and gave me a sneer, I averted my eyes immediately and continued to glance around at my potential friends and classmates.
I took notice of a bushy-haired girl in front of me, which was kind of hard to miss. Then my eyes shifted to a girl with a black bob and some bangs, which made me chuckle to myself; She’s definitely a barb. Looking around further, many unique people were coming here this year. Bright orange hair caught my eye, another Weasley? I questioned myself. If they’re anything like those goofballs; George and Fred, we should be great friends.
Some time passed before my name finally got called, “Aurelia Roe”. Anxiety shot through my entire being; as I made my way to the front and sat down. The large sorting hat was placed on my head. A voice came out of nowhere, talking directly in my ear, starling me for a second. I’ve always seen students get sorted, but I didn't quite know how the sorting hat chose their house for them. Well, as long as I get placed somewhere my Grandfather will be proud of me, and I can achieve things to become a great witch.
“Ah, ambitious I see... Then it shall be, Slytherin!” The hat announced, my heart sank; no, no, no anything but that house. Turning my head to look at the Professor's table, looking to see if he was happy for me but, he didn’t even bother to look at me. I felt dazed as the Slytherins clapped loudly, dragging my body off the seat and toward my new house table. I felt utterly defeated.
I sank in my seat, maybe it might be harder than I thought to make friends my age this school year. But I was proven wrong as a hand shot out directly in my face “Hi I'm Pansy Parkinson.” Broken out of my sad thoughts, I looked at the person the hand belonged to; It was the barb. She had a friendly smile on her face, so I couldn't help but grasp her hand in a firm shake, smiling back “Aurelia Roe but u can call me Ari.” I could feel this was the start of a beautiful friendship.
She then introduced me to her other friends she had made since she was sorted before me, but there were so many names to remember. Adrian Pucey, Theodore Nott, Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, and others my brain wouldn’t process. But they all seemed pretty alright to me.
The sorting finally came to a close after another five minutes. Dumbledore started his yearly speech, almost the exact same as last year. He concluded it by reminding everyone the forbidden forest was strictly forbidden. I rolled my eyes, obviously, it's in the name. And then the food magically appeared “Let the feast begin!” After those words, everyone started digging in.
Laughter and random chattering were heard through the great hall, as students got to know each other and some just caught up on what they did over the summer. As for me, I felt like I was at home with the people around me.
I felt like I fit in with these people. I shared laughs with Pansy as we gossipped and got to know each other better. As Theo and Blaise were making dirty jokes trying to get us girls to react, nothing felt more complete than this moment. Maybe being a Slytherin won't be so bad.