The Girl from Slytherin

The Girl from Slytherin was sly, manipulative, ambitious, determined and cunning, everything a Slytherin should be. So why did she, the girl who got put into the 'evil' house have such an affect on the rest of the school? Wasn't everybody else meant to hate the Slytherin's? Was it because she was a trouble-maker, yes. But there was something else about her. Something that nobody could quite understand.Something that inticed people to want to find out what was really hidden behind those dark Green eyes.


3. The Sorting

As soon as I had stopped walking, having arrived at the front besides the teachers, an enormous amount of chatter broke out. Before I could eavesdrop Professor McGonagoll stood up and tapped the side of her goblet with her silver spoon, the crowd reluctantly fell silent.

'Thank-you. Now, as you may of noticed we are having a new student join our school. In just a few moments the sorting ceremony will begin. As Hollie is new, she may not be familiar with the process, so I shall explain. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be like your family within Hogwarts. You will have classes with the rest of your house, sleep in your house dormitory and spend free time in your house common room. The four houses are called Gryffindor..' as she said the word 'Gryffindor' a huge cheer from the table on the far left erupted, these were the ones with burgundy uniforms. 'Hufflepuff..' this time it was the table on the far right, in yellow, who cheered. 'Ravenclaw..' the blue uniformed table second from the left cheered. ' and Slytherin' The table second from the right stood up and cheered, this time their uniform was dark green.


Although I was getting the same introduction as any other first-year would have gotten, I already knew a lot about Hogwarts. I come from a family of Pure-Bloods. My mother Becky Jenkins had married Ethan Mathews and had 6 children. Everybody in my family was a Hufflepuff, they were all such lovely people, all I ever hear about is how nice they are. I can't leave the house without somebody asking how my beloved sisters are. 'Oh they are just so lovely aren't they' BLAH BLAH BLAH. My eldest sister, Georgia, had left Hogwarts a few years ago. She got most of her recognition within the school when she saved a boy from dementors. Wow. Bravo. Let us all kneel down and praise Georgia just because she saved a boy from dementors. I don't know why everybody praised her for it, I could have done it; 'Expecto Patronum'. Cool. You don't see me swanning around like the bees-knees. Anyway, she's gone now. Moved out. One less hero cluttering my house. Next in line was Perfect Polly the Prefect. She is currently a prefect at Hogwarts. Oh the joys. I had lived many years without her at home. Bliss. Of course, she sent Owl after Owl home about her duties of prefect. 'Dear Mother, Father and Hope' ( Emily and Faith were already at Hogwarts and Georgia was off being her successful self.. I really should know what she is doing nowadays, but, I just couldn't care less. Mum and Dad are constantly rambling on about her, maybe it's someting to do with Herbs.. or was it Charms? Oh I don't know!!) 'One of my new duties as Prefect is giving a tour of Hogwarts to the First years!' 'Dear Mother, Father and Hope - and Holly'  My name was clearly added as an afterthought and ... SHE SPELLED MY NAME WRONG. Ugh, God. ' my new Prefect job..' 'Did you know, as Prefect' .. 'Whilst doing my Prefect duties..' 'You'll never guess what happened to me and my fellow Prefects today!...' Sorry, did I mention to you that my perfect sister, Polly, was a prefect? Ugh, enough about her. Onto the 3rd daughter of the Mathews.. Emily. She is in Year 5 at Hogwarts and is on the Quidditch team. I loved Quidditch. I had never played it properly and when I had joined in with Emily and Dad I always got shouted at for 'ruining the game' and being 'too violent'. Oh please. She just couldn't handle that I was better than her. The amount of times I got in trouble for being so good at Quidditch was unbelievable. Emily never liked me. She was always the one trying to get me into trouble and making fun of me in front of her friends. Well, we'll see. As soon as I can join the Quidditch team, I'm there. I cannot wait to prove her wrong, and my parents! They will finally be proud of me when I go to Hogwarts! So, Georgia is my hero-of-a-sister, Polly is perfect, Emily is 'amazing at sports' (I am better) and .. who does that bring me to..? Oh yes, Faith. Faith is 2 years older than me and is in Year 3. She is an angel. Everybody loves sweet, kind, innocent Faith. She does loads of charity work, even at Hogwarts she volunteers to clean the Owlry. How embarrassing. I'm dreading the days when somebody finds out I'm actually related to that loser. After the loser, there's me. Hollie. I'm different. I'm not sweet or kind. I don't do charity work and I certainly don't want to be a prefect. I'm the odd one out in the family. Nobody really cares about me either. I'm always in trouble and I am the only one of my family who is 'naughty'. Because I am constantly being punished, I spend a lot of time alone. In my room, reading. I love reading. I love reading about magic, especially. I've read so much about Hogwarts and Magic already, that I don't even think I need to attend my first year! but anything, to get away from my house which is clearly up in the heavens. After me, what was my name again? Oh yeah, Hollie, 'that one', is what I'm usually referred to as, there is Hope. It was so fun to tease Hope, in fact, I would write that down as a hobby of mine along with ' Ruining quidditch - Being amazing at quidditch, Hurting Hope - meaningless fun which she overreacts about, verbal and magical abuse towards Emily- she is SUCH a drama queen and just about anything else my family hate about me.


Thinking about my family, i turned to the Hufflepuff table where 3 of my sisters are sat. At the end of the table I see Polly. She has her honey coloured hair slicked into a ponytail and is sat chatting with her friends, probably denying she knows me. ALong the table is Emily. God, just look at her with her nose in the air, she throws me a look of disgust which I return with a snide, sarcastic smile. And then there sits Faith, along with some other gormy-looking people. She glances at me and immediately breaks the eye-contact with me and stares at the table. So, they are my sisters. What a friendly bunch they are.


I am snapped out of my hatred-trance when I hear a strange voice. I look up to see an old, droopy hat slouched on a stool. It starts singing;


''Oh you may not think me 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 can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor

Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap!''


Now it was McGonagolls turn to speak again. 'Now, Hollie Jenkins, please take a seat'. You're probably thinking she got my name wrong, calling me 'Jenkins' and not 'Mathews' but she hasn't. 'Jenkins' is my mothers maiden name. I told you my family hated me. They don't even want to be associated with me. It works both ways though, at least no-one will figure out immediately that I'm related to any of my pathetic sisters, and I can't see them telling their friends any time soon that we are in fact related. I'm quite glad of this actually. Now, for the first time in my life I wasn't going to be compared to my sisters. Wow. This is a good feeling! I walk up to the old, rickety stool and the hat is placed upon my head. I gaze out into the hundreds of gleaming eyes staring at me, as I surveyed the room my eyes were caught by Emily at the Hufflepuff table. The thing that caught my eye was her hands. She had her fingers crossed! Ugh the... I was interrupted by the Sorting Hat. 'hmmmm, very intrigueing. So many different elements to you. I can see that the whole of your family, including ancestors, have been sorted into Hufflepuff. But you. You're not like them, are you? Maybe Ravenclaw is the place for you, yes, you are very smart. Quite the brain you have here. You would definitely excel in Ravenclaw. But what's this? You have an eye for mischief don't you? Hmm Slytherin seems like a very good option for you. You could make great friends there, ones similar to you. But you also have a very brave heart. Gryffindor could help you with that... hmm... Where to put you, where to put you?'



Albus' heart sank when the Sorting Hat started talking. Ravenclaw? SLYTHERIN? No. She had to be in Gryffindor. With him. The only chance he could ever get with her would be if she was put in Gryffindor. As the Hat continued talking he felt his heart do a somersault. Did it just say Gryffindor? Oh yes! Please, please please. Albus hoped, begged, prayed that the next name words the Hat would spew out was 'I know... GRYFFINDOR'. Please, please, please. Albus closed his eyes tight and scrunched up his face with his fingers secretly crossed under the table.


Finally the Hat started mumbling...

' I know.. SLYTHERIN!!!!!!!!!!!'

I caught the sight of my sisters as i jumped off the stool and ran over to my table, the ones in Greens. Polly looked relieved, Emily looked estatic, and Faith looked petrified. Now. Now I can give my parents something to be proud of. I'll prove to my whole family. I don't need any of them. When I become the best Witch of my generation they'll regret never caring. I'll make them regret.


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