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*


1. The Arrival

I clutched my luggage cart so tightly that my knuckles turned a shade of white as I tried to concentrate on the run towards the wall. Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I darted towards platform 9 3/4 and when I opened them again, a large red and black steam train stared back at me. A second later, I felt a hand on my shoulder as my mother stood beside me with a proud smile on her face and my sister followed close behind.

"This is it", she said giving me a quick squeeze and hurrying me forward to board the train. Excited murmurs filled the air as students hurriedly clambered on, trying to grab the best seats. After lifting my luggage onto the carriage, I turned round to give my family one last hug goodbye. Although I knew I would see them at the end of term, I couldn't stop a couple tears leaking from my eyes. I was aware of how much this meant to all of us.

I would be the 5th generation to attend Hogwarts and I so wanted to do my mother proud. My older sister Keira had left just last year and has been a respected and committed member of the school, excelling in potions classes and winning many quidditch tournaments for her house. I so wanted to follow in her footsteps and carry on the Roston reputation.

"I love you Hayden", my mother whispered in my ear, "Always".

I was about to reply when the whistle blew and everyone was hurried inside the carriages as the doors slammed shut and we began to pull off. I ran to a window and searched the crowded platform for my mother and Keira. I spotted my sisters dark brown hair, almost identical to mine, and waved vigorously but she couldn't see me. She seemed to be talking to my mother about something that they were both distracted by. They didn't even look up when we began picking up speed and the people on the platform just became blurred blobs as we sped away from Kings Cross Station.

I sat down in the empty carriage feeling a little hurt and dejected but justifying their behaviour by reassuring myself it was obviously for a good reason. Maybe mother remembered she hadn't fed our cat, Misty, that morning and was anxious he would be hungry. Or maybe my sister hadn't done her revision for her advanced potions course that was due in tomorrow. Whatever, the reason, I made a mental note to ask in the letter that I would send when we arrived.

I glanced back out of the window as we sped along the open track, taking in the expanse of grass and countryside. I wasn't used to seeing so much land, as back home, all that surrounded our house were shops and cobbled streets.

"Excuse me", I heard a quiet voice say as I looked up to see a small girl about my age standing at the carriage door, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

I shook my head as she walked over and sat on the opposite seat, looking relieved and greatful I hadn't turned her away.

"Are you in the first year?" she asked me, taking off her perfectly ironed robe and folding it on the seat beside her.

I nodded, "Are you?" I asked.

"Yes, and I don't know anyone so sorry if you feel like I'm intruding".

Her voice was soft and gentle but she sounded intelligent and I immediately warmed to her.

"I'm Hayden", I said smiling, "I don't know anyone either".

"Alice", she replied, "But everyone calls me Ali".

"I wonder what it will be like", I blurted out before I could stop myself, "I mean, my sister has told me some things, about common rooms and teachers and stuff but I just want to experience it all for myself, if you know what I mean".

"I know, I've been picturing it in my head for so long, it almost feels like a dream and I'm going to wake up any minute. I wasn't even sure I would get it, although both my parents are wizards and witches, I don't have any siblings or family that have attended before me".

We chatted away like old friends, even though we'd only know each other 10 minutes. I found out we had similar interests and Ali loved writing and reading like me. We were both quite sporty and enjoyed creative hobbies as well as academic subjects.

Time seemed to fly by as the light began to fade and the train rattled onwards, bringing us closer to the place that would be our new home for the next 5 years of our lives. Everyone crowded to the windows to catch their first glance of the castle and admiration tingled through me as I stared up at the candle lit castle and soaring turrets.

As we stepped down off the train, my legs felt like jelly from sitting down for so long but I ran to the front of the line to get on the rowing boats that would take us to the entrance. Ali followed close behind, her expression on her face showing equal excitement and wonder.

Stepping through the big wooden doors and filing into the main hall, a gasp filled the room as we took in the ambiance and beauty of the school. Then we heard the words, "Welcome first years to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry" and I finally felt like I was home.



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