Gryffindor!

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I was so stressed, I could see everyone staring harry. I saw Harry, Ron, and Hermione on the gryfondor table, I noticed Hermione, she looked almost as tense as me. McGonagall placed the hat on my head and it started talking.

" oh miss Hugo, where to put you, I see you are definitely ambitious, cunning and all, slytherin could be a could house for you, it would definitely push you to be the best"

I started mumbling: not slytherin, not slytherin. Praying the hat wouldn't announce the name of the house that is so hated out in this school

" not slytherin you say, why? You seem strong minded this house would definitely suit you, but if you say so, then it would be... GRYFONDOR!!!!"

     I felt so relieved as I stood up from the stool and started walking to the gryfondor table. All the gryfondors were clapping and congratulating me. Then there he was the blind boy from the train at the slytherin table, our eyes met while I was walking down. He looked disappointed, just like he wanted me to end up at his table. I saw him staring at me, checking me out, it was almost like time froze during this moment. But then I was brought back to reality by Hermione calling me:

" Lizzy you made it! You got into gryfondor, I'm so happy for you, you are gonna have so much fun"

I sat next to Harry, in front of Ron and Hermione. From my seat I could still see the boy from the slytherin table, he wasn't looking at me anymore, he seemed lost in his thoughts, but I couldn't get my eyes off of him. I ended up leaning in on harry and asking him:

" who is this blond boy over at the slytherin table?"

" him? Oh gosh that is Draco malfoy, believe you don't want to have anything to do with him! Why is that?"

" Oh um nothing, why shouldn't I have anything to do with him?"

" Well he is literally Hogwarts biggest bully, he tormented us for the whole time we where here, besides his parents are known death eaters"

I froze when I heard, maybe his parents where the ones who did it, the one who killed her, who killed my mother. I needed to get all the thoughts about that malfoy boy out of my head. I saw him looking back at me and turned away quickly, I did not want to meet his eyes.

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