The One In The Shadows / a George Weasley Imagine - PART 1
Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone: Rowling, J.K, Bloomsbury, 1997
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these ideas, all credit goes to J.K Rowling!)
Her dad put down her trunk on the platform. He looked at Y/N with sad eyes. An exhausted expression defined his face. A scruffy untidy beard covered the bottom half of his face, which used to be handsome and kind. His hair was messy and was starting to grow long. He had bags under his allready droopy eyes. The brown and warm iris was still the same, but his look was still sad.
“See you at Christmas Eve, kiddo,” his breath smelled of alcohol. He patted her head, making her short, curly red hair a mess.
“Bye, dad,” she said and waved at him. He waved tiredly back as she got on the train.
Y/N found herself an empty compartment and propped herself up by the window and looked out. The platform was filled with parents, but her dad was gone. A slight dissapointment washed over her, but she wasn’t surprised. She sat back in the seat and looked out at the parents waving at their children.
Suddenly, a boy walked in through the compratment door. His hair as white as his teeth. He sat down across from Y/N, looking judgingly at her.
“Who are you?” he asked rudely furrowing his invisble brows.
“Y/N Highland,” she mumbled, taken aback by his behavior.
“You’re a girl?” he chuckled and an evil smile appeared on his chubby little face. He gestured to her short pixie hair. To this Y/N didn’t answer, only looked back out of the window. His laughter wore off as he saw it had no effect on her. “I’m Draco Malfoy,” he said in a way like he expected her to bow at his feet. She scowled at him and looked back out the window. She was determined not to let it get to her. His evil smile faded as well, and was replaced with a mispleased and annoyed expression
“Your father must be the saddest wizard I’ve ever seen,” he spat, and she immediately looked over at him. “Yeah, I saw you guys, and I thought I’d let you have a chance at Hogwarts, charity is not unlike me,” he said proudly.
“He’s not a wizard,” Y/N mumbeled annoyed back, how did this asshat of a boy dare to speak ill of her dad?
“So you’re half-blood?” he said with slight disgust in his voice. “I bet your mother was a terrible witch, usually bad witches get with muggles,” he grinned wildly at her, he had found her weak spot.
“I think you better stop talking,” she was trying to hold back her anger, not to show it, of course failing miserably.
“You’re probably a mud-blood anyway!” he exclaimed and got up. “You should be honored I even thought of giving you a chance!” he spat before leaving Y/N alone in the compartment. She was left sitting there in pure rage towards this blond boy.
“Uhm… erm - can I sit - uh - here?” a round boy with dark hair looked around the corner, looking almost scared.
“Of course,” she breathed and smiled at him.
“Oh, thanks!” he exclaimed happily and hurried through the door, but managed to stumble over the door step and fall face first in the floor. Y/N slid down onto the floor to help him up.
“Are you okay?” she asked as she pulled him up.
“Uhm - yeah, I think so…” he rubbed his nose before sitting down.
“What’s your name?” Y/N asked.
“Neville Longbottom,” he said and smiled awkwardly.
“I’m Y/N Highland,” she smiled at him and looked out the window again, now seeing green landscape. It felt good to get away from London and everything that she thought of as home.
The first years followed professor McGonagall up a marble staircase that led to the next floor. There was a distant buzzing of voices filling the room. She lead them into an empty, small chamber off the hall.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” she started and looked over the crowd of elleven year olds. “The start-of-term banquet will begin shortly, but before you take your seats in the Great Hall, you will be sorted into your houses. The Sorting is a very important ceremony because, while you are here, your house will be something 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,” she took a small pause and looked slightly annoyed over at Neville because his toad was croaking rather loudly.
“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. While you’re here at Hogwarts, your triumphs will earn your house points, while any rule-breaking will lose house points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the House Cup, a geat honour. I hope each of you will be a credit to whichever house becomes yours,” this instantly made Y/N nervous. What if she did something wrong and lost many points to her house, then everybody in her house would hate her, she thought to herself.
“The sorting ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you are waiting,” and then she left them. Y/N was sure she was going to make a fool of herself.
For the most part it was silence, and nervous first years were looking around the room, but Y/N could hear a few boys mumbling at the front. She tried to hear what they were saying, but suddenly a cool wind washed over her and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. A couple people screamed. Several ghosts were floating in the air and past them. The ghosts were talking to each other. Never in her life had she seen a ghost, but she stayed awfully calm, or maybe she seemed more calm than she actually was. The ghosts had noticed the first years standing in the small chamber and had now started to talk to them, but she didn’t pay attention, not until McGonnagall had returned anyway.
“Move along now,” she said sternly to the ghosts. “The ceremony is about to start.”
“Now, form a line,” said Professor McGonagall, “, and follow me.”
The first years followed the rather stern professor along the chamber before they stood in front of the huge door that apparently lead to the Great Hall. The doors glided silently open and revealed the greatest hall her eyes had ever laid eyes on. Professor McGonagall walked through the door and into the well lit hall, with a tail of first years behind her.
In the hall was four long tables placed. Y/N assumed each house had their own table. The other students were looking at them as they walked along the tables. The roof looked like the starry sky, with candles floating in the air. Never in her life had Y/N seen anything magical, so she was stunned. The walk came to an end when they reached the bottom of a short staircase at the front of the hall.
In front of them stood a stool with a ragged old hat on it. Behind that again was another long table placed the other way than all the other tables. Y/N figured that was the teachers table. There was soemthing about the old man sat in the middle that took Y/N’s attention. He had a crimson robe with a strange pattern, along with a matching hat. His white beard and hair was almost unbelievable. At last a pair of half moon glasses rested on his nose. She met his look and a calm smile was plastered on his thin lips.
“When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted,” professor McGonagall’s voice took Y/N by surprise and immediately made her nervous. Her future was about to be decided.