Chapter 6
Chris sat at the Quidditch Pitch, looking out at the rest of the pitch. He was far enough from his friends, and that bloody howler. It tore him apart, while being a Hufflepuff was supposed to be a good thing, Chris never thought that he would be forced to become one. They were too cheerful for his liking, he didn't want to be one, he knew that.
"Chris!" A familiar voice called. The voice registered in his mind. Pj.
"What do you want?" He asked bitterly, wiping his eyes.
"You seemed upset. I wanted to help you like what a good friend would do." Pj shrugged, taking a seat next to Chris.
"Yeah, whatever." Chris sighed.
"You can talk to me about it, you know." Pj said after a few moments of silence.
"I just...I just failed them. My parents, the people who raised me, clothed me, fed me, and all I had to do was be sorted into the right house and I...I failed. I've never bloody failed. I'm supposed to be this perfect son, and now I'm not allowed to come back unless I get into Gryffindor, somehow. It's such crap." Chris ranted, feeling a few tears roll down his cheeks despite his best efforts to keep them held in. "I'm eleven for merlin's sake, I can't handle being abandoned by my family!" Chris exclaimed with a sniffle.
"Well, they can't be serious. You're still their child." Pj shrugged, "Parents never give up on their children." He added.
"Sometimes they do." Chris said quietly.
"Statistically speaking, they don't." Pj sighed. "You'll be just fine as a Hufflepuff, I know you will."
"I don't want to be a Hufflepuff as it is!" Chris exclaimed, bursting into tears.
Pj sighed and pulled Chris into a hug. "Hey, don't cry. I'm sure there's something we can could do." he reassured him.
Chris shook his head. "No. There's absolutely nothing I can do."
"Stop staying that. You can maybe go to the sorting hat, see if he can change his mind. Maybe you have to prove to all of them that you're a Gryffindor, and not a Hufflepuff." Pj suggested.
Chris sniffled again. "You think I can make it into Gryffindor?" he asked.
"Of course you can. You would make a fine Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. Either way, you'll still be my friend and their family." Pj smiled down at him.
"Then what are we waiting for? Lets go see if I can make it into Gryffindor!" Chris said, standing up and starting to walk off the stands with Pj, and going to Dumbledore's office. Only to realize that he didn't know where Dumbledores office was.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to Pj, "Hey Pj?" He asked, which caused Pj to stop and turn to him as well.
"Yeah?" He questioned.
"Do we even know where Dumbledore's office is?" Chris asked.
"...no actually."Pj shook his head, "Now that I think of it, I don't." Pj looked down in disappointment. "So, how are we supposed to go there?"
Chris shrugged, "I don't know. You're the Ravenclaw, not me"
This made Pj look up, only to roll his eyes at Chris and say, "Wow, thanks" sarcastically, "I guess we can go to McGonagall's room and ask. I just had Transfiguration and I'm pretty sure she's still there"
Chris grinned at him and said, "See, there's that Ravenclaw brain I was looking for"