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*


5. The Newspaper Article

The library seemed even more magical in the evening and candles lit each isle making the books glow and the letters stand out. I didn't know exactly what I was looking for but I knew it would probably be in the 'School' section. The shelf was filed with many books containing the history of Hogwarts, the founders such as Godric Gryffindor and the architecture of the school grounds. I scanned the shelf for some kind of reference to old pupils but I couldn't see anything. I glanced around the library and saw it was pretty much empty except a few older students who were studying and a Professor sitting at a tall desk who was busy writing.

"Excuse me", I said quietly walking up to where the Professor sat, "I was wondering if you might be able to help me".

He looked at me for a few seconds before frowning and rubbing his forehead, "Don't I know you from somewhere?" he asked.

"I don't think so sir, I'm a first year and only joined yesterday", I replied.

"You look familiar. Did you have any relatives that came here?"

"My sister, Keira Roston came here a few years ago. My mother Helen also came here", I said.

"Ah yes, Keira", he said then after a few seconds, "Your sister was a credit to the school".

"Actually sir, its about the school I need help with. I wondered if it would be possible to look at some old newspapers, say from 1912 onwards".

"On the far left to the back, there is a file containing relevant cuttings although I'm not sure they go back that far", he said then gave me a strange look, "Why do you want to know?"

"Just interested really", I replied quickly and walked away before he could ask any more questions.

There was a huge file which looked like it hadn't been looked at in years. I ran my finger over the front and a trale of dust was left behind as I opened it. The newspaper cuttings were in plastic wallets and many were badly damaged. I glanced at the date on the first cutting and just about made out the numbers 1908. I flicked through the next ones which were all about sports achievements then I read the headline that made my heat skip a beat.


A faded black and white picture of a school girl a few years older than me is featured next to a short section of text. The writing is faded and hard for me to read but I squint closely and luckily have very good eyesight so am able to make out most of it.

Young witch Irene Roston proved everyone wrong yesterday when she was awarded the student of the year prize at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry for outstanding academic achievement and progress. Although a member of Slytherin house, Irene goes against the odds and shows determination, bravery and loyalty as she continues to help others with their studies as well as achieving brilliant results herself.

"When Irene started at the school, we had our concerns", Professor Albus Dumbledore told the Daily Prophet, "But this young witch has proven us all wrong and shown you shouldn't judge someone by their background or family history".

Professor Dumbledore is referring to Irene's ancient ancestor and founder of the school who was the well-known and feared wizard architect Salazar Slytherin.

I feel my blood run cold as I re-read the last sentence. No, it can't be true. I can't be related to Salazar Slytherin. Can I?



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