The Wrong House

Hayden Roston knows she should be a Ravenclaw. Her Mother, Aunt, grandmother and older sister were all placed in Ravenclaw house when they attended Hogwarts and so on her first day, she expects the same.

However when the sorting hat decides she should be placed in Slitherin house, Hayden is sure a mistake has been made. Being a smart, intelligent, witty individual, surely Ravenclaw house is the rightful place for her.

But when Hayden discovers a deep, dark family secret that changes everything, will the reason become clear on the sorting hats decision?
Or will Hayden take matters into her own hands and prove the hat wrong?

*For the Hogwarts story competition*

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6. An Enlightening Explanation (Final Chapter)

I made my way back to the Slytherin common room feeling like I was going to throw up. I couldn't take in what I'd just found out, it was all too much.

"Are you OK?" one of the boys asked me giving me a nudge as I entered, "You look like you've seen a ghost".

The others seemed to find this very amusing due to the fact Hogwarts was crawling with ghosts, including headless Nick who I had actually seen on my way back.

I ignored them all and walked up the stairs towards my room. The girls weren't in there and I sat down on the edge of my bed trying to digest all this information. Could it all be true? Was I really related to the founder of Slytherin house? Was this why mother hadn't told me about my grandmothers, was she too ashamed? My brain felt like it was going to explode with so many questions and I needed some advice about what to do. It was getting late now, so I knew I would probably have to wait to the morning although the thought of sleep was out of the question.

I pretended to be asleep when the girls came upstairs. I couldn't take another argument so I lay very still, breathing heavily until their chatter died out and they were all softly snoring. I thought about sneaking out of bed and trying to find Professor Hundelorp and explain the misunderstanding but I didn't think he would be best pleased having a first year student appear in the middle of the night. Besides, I didn't think he would have the answers to my questions anyway. There was only one thing that might be able to help me but I would have to wait until morning.

After another dreadful night of tossing and turning, I made my way very quietly downstairs and along the common room then down the corridor to the grand staircase. This time though when I reached the third floor, I turned left towards the stone gargoyle. I remember my sister telling me the password to the headmaster’s office in case I ever needed to know it. I cleared my throat then spoke the words, "Cockroach Clusters" and waited nervously. Suddenly the statue began to turn and I found myself staring at a large circular room with many windows and portraits. I glanced around nervously expecting Professor Hundlelorp to start shouting at me but I couldn't see him anywhere. Then I spotted what I had been hoping to find. The sorting hat.

It lay on top of a shelf and seemed to be watching me as I walked over to it.

"Excuse me", I said shakily, "I need to talk to you".

Silence. I waited with baited breath for the hat to respond. I tried again, "Please, its important. I would ask if"...

"For someone so small you talk rather a lot".

I jumped, expecting the hat to sing like it had done on the night of the sorting ceremony but its voice sounded normal like I was having a conversation with a person rather than a magical object.

"I'm sorry", I started again, "I wondered if"...

"I know why your here", it said interrupting me then continuing, "You think I've made a mistake and you shouldn't be in Slytherin".

"Well yes", I said, "But I have discovered that I might be related to someone that might have something to do with your reasoning behind placing me in Slytherin".

There was a silence then the hat spoke, "I was right when I called you intelligent. You have done your research, I'm impressed. Indeed, Salazar Slytherin was blood related to you and your family have a history in Slytherin house".

I swallowed as my fears were confirmed, I turned to go.

"Don't you want to know why I placed you in Slytherin?"

I was confused. Surely the hat had just answered my question. "Because its in my blood. The founder of Slytherin is related to me", I replied.

"For someone so clever, you speak like a foolish person. I didn't place you in Slytherin house because of your ancestors. I placed you in Slytherin house because I believe it is the right house for you. When your mother and sister attended, I decided Ravenclaw house was suitable for them. I did not assume they would be Slytherin's just because of their family history".

"Then why me?" I cried, "Why couldn't I have been put in Ravenclaw?"

"Because you are different. You aren't your mother or sister. You aren't your grandmother or grandfather. You are Hayden Roston. You are whatever you want to be. Slytherin is a strong house yet it lacks something. I believe you are what it needs. I think you could become the greatest success this school has ever seen. Even bigger than Harry Potter himself".

I gasped at the mention of the famous wizards name. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"To become a great witch you need to stand up for yourself. You need to be strong. Master that and you can master anything".

I paused for a few seconds trying to take it all in. "You really think I can do that? In Slytherin?"

"Without a doubt. I have seen it before and I know it will happen again. Just look at your great great great grandmother. She also questioned my judgement and begged to be placed in another house. But she proved everyone wrong and look at what she achieved. It's our choices, that shows who we truly are far more than our abilities".

As I made my way back to the common room, I knew what the hat had said to be true. A house name doesn't define who you are. Only you can decide your future. Fear of a name increases fear of the thing itself. I was going to prove everyone wrong and show that Slytherin house isn't all bad. And maybe, just maybe I was put in the right house after all.

 

 

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