Hollis sat nervously on the train with Ginny, Harry, Hermione, Ron and Neville, she was excited to start at Hogwarts, she had been looking forward to it ever since she heard of it. Molly had never told her that she wasn’t a true Weasley and all the older boys had never questioned why they hadn’t noticed heir mum was pregnant with her, they just thought she was their sister. Hollis had fit in perfectly with the Weasley's, she and Ginny loved each other, they were best friends, Hollis was tough and smart the twins wouldn’t even mess with her. “Hey Gin, you excited?” Hollis asked Ginny nodded, she had a major crush on Harry Potter, Ron's friend “Gin, he is just a stupid boy” she said, Ginny blushed. Hollis rolled her eyes “so what class is the best?” she asked the older kids “not potions” Ron said Hollis laughed “I forgot you are scared of the professor” she laughed “Neville, what do you think, what class is the best?” Neville smiled nervously “not flying” he said. Hollis pinched the bridge of her nose “I was asking what the best is, not what the worst is” she chuckled “idiots” Hermione smiled at her “well I like all the classes” Hermione said Hollis smiled at her “yeah, I am excited for these two weirdo’s least favorite classes”. Hollis was very brave, and friendly, a boy with blonde hair came and stood in the door way “hey Potter, weasel, mudblood” he said, Hollis looked shocked ‘did he just say mudblood’ she thought, she knew it was a horrible word “excuse me but that is not very nice, you should watch your language” she said to the blonde haired boy “and who are you?” he asked. She looked at him taking in his appearance “I am Hollis Weasley and you must be that prat Draco Malfoy” he scowled at her “you don’t look like a Weasley, you aren’t wearing hand-me-downs and your hair is definitely not Weasley” Hollis glared at him “well I could hardly wear Georges old robes, I am a girl you know. And so what if I don’t have bright red hair, I don’t see how that makes me not a Weasley”. Draco looked at her quizzically “right” he said, he turned around and walked away “prat” she said Neville smiled at her ‘she’s brilliant’ he thought, Hollis smiled back at him “you’re weird, you know that” she said jokingly and patting him on the shoulder.
When they arrived at the platform Hollis let out an excited squeal “we are here” she said with a large grin on her face. Ginny and Hollis went with Hagrid to the boats where all the other first years were gathered “Well you must be Ginny” Hagrid said with a smile “and you are?” he asked looking at Hollis “um… Hollis Weasley” she said. Hagrid looked shocked, she didn’t look like a Weasley “you sure?” he said Hollis rolled her eyes “absolutely” she smiled and walked over to sit with Ginny in one of the boats. Hollis stared up at the castle “it’s beautiful” she said as they walked into the great hall; the hall was full of student sitting at four different tables, one for each house, Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Hollis and Ginny stood nervously in line “Ginerva Weasley” the man at the front with the long silvery beard said, Ginny went up and sat on the stool at the front of the hall “GRYFFINDOR” it yelled. “Hollis Weasley” he called Hollis took a deep breath and walked up to the front and sat on the stool, the man with the beard put the sorting hat onto her head “hmm…” the hat began whispering into her ear “the heart of a Hufflepuff, the brain of a Ravenclaw, the cunning of a Slytherin” Hollis took a deep breath, he said every house except Gryffindor. She sat there with the hat on her head for what felt like eternity “GRYFFINDOR” it finally yelled Hollis jumped up, smiled and ran over to sit with the rest of the Weasley's at the Gryffindor table.
Hollis didn’t eat that night she was too excited to begin classes, she wanted to do really well, she spent most of dinner just looking around and taking it all in. She looked up to the staff table, she saw a lady with grey hair who she knew to be Minerva McGonagall, she saw a short man who looked to be part goblin who she knew as professor Flitwick, she looked at the rest of the teachers, she didn’t recognize any of the other ones they all looked rather plain. She smiled up at all of them, she wanted to be a professor when she grew up, she didn’t know what she wanted to teach but she knew she wanted to teach. She stopped smiling when she saw one of the professors staring at her, he had greasy black hair and a hooked nose “is that the professor you’re scared of?” she asked Ron, not taking her eyes off him “I am not scared of him! But yeah that is Snape” he answered. Snape was staring back at Hollis, she felt as if he could read her mind; they made eye contact for many minutes she was trying to figure him out, she had heard lot’s about him from her older brothers. “Hollis” Hermione was saying “Hollis” Hollis kept looking at Snape “what?” she asked “Hollis!” Hollis finally turned away from Snape “your arm is in your stew” Hermione said rolling her eyes.