Okay. Now, I've seen people who are large okay. Most are nice, well-meaning, hard-working people.
But this kid.
No.
The child was just a large ball of fat with a tiny head, two small feet for stands, and t-rex arms!
Not to mention its face! Usually, I would say no one could be ugly, okay? But this kid! Damn, I don't even know how they did it!
The child's hazel eyes were full of haughtiness, and it had so much baby fat one could mistake the kid for an actual baby.
Just, a very large baby.
Like a fat baby giant!
Also, how was he not dead?! Like his heart should be crushed from the fat!
It's a medical miracle!
I usually like freckles too, but they just didn't work with the kid's face.
Like, I really can't see it.
And finally, the kid's face itself bore a striking resemblance to James. Fucking. Potter.
Actually I don't care about anything but the kids face.
His face pisses me off.
"Get out!" The child said, looking at us arrogantly.
"Oh? And why does the boy who lived want to occupy this compartment?" Draco said with fake respect.
The kid did a horrible imitation of a sneer and looked at us with disgust.
"Why would I want to be with you-you slimy snakes!"
"Oh, such a great insult," I said sarcastically.
But of course, the dumb child thought I was being genuine and his nose turned even more upward than it was before!
I didn't even think that it was possible!
"Then why do you want to take our compartment oh great one?" Draco said, causing everyone in the compartment to show amused smiles.
"To put my stuff in of course!" The dumb child said, showing Ronald Weasly holding about 50 trunks full of stuff.
I took in a deep breath, trying my best not to let my magic out.
"~Can I kill him?~" Mara hissed quietly.
I swear I used all my willpower to stop myself from saying yes. It was such a shame.
"Why not just put your trunks in an empty compartment?" Draco said, trying to stop the tick mark on his head from bulging.
"ARE YOU CRAZY!" The spoilt child replied, screaming worse than a banshee ever could.
"THOSE COMPARTMENTS ARE SO DIRRRTYYYY WHY WOULD I PUT MY STUFF THERE?!"
"~Deep breath in, deep breath out. You can kill him later in much more painful and humiliating ways~" Mara hissed, helping me stop myself from killing the child.
"No." Everyone in the compartment said at the same time, making the child's face redder than a tomato!
"NO?! DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?! I'M CHARLES POTTER! THE BOY WHO LIVED! DON'T DISRESPECT ME!"
At this point, I was breathing in shaky breaths and was about to lose it.
"Child, I couldn't care less if you were the boy who lived or fucking Donald Trump! Do. Not. Disturb. Me."
I stood up and closed the compartment door on him, putting a locking charm on the door as well.
I sighed and rummaged through my bag, almost crying when I learned that I forgot to pack coffee.
"The one day I don't drink any, the one day," I whispered under my breath.
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As we rode on the train another knock was heard on the door but this time it wasn't a student.
"Anything from the Trolly dears?" A maji asked, looking at us sweetly.
I was about to say no, but something stopped me from doing it.
I felt this urge to make sure I knew all the candy on the trolly, and at least buy a chocolate frog.
I frowned, thinking that being a child finally made me have weird desires.
Making a mental list of all the food on the trolley, I bought Burt's Every Flavour Beans, a chocolate frog, and a blood pop.
As I opened the chocolate frog I sneered at the face I saw, my face contorting.
Dumbledore.
I flipped over the card and read the back, then I ripped the card in two.
What rotten luck.
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Eventually, after hours of waiting on that god-forsaken train(I'm sorry but that train was louder than anything I've ever heard in my life), we finally got off, making me breathe a sigh of relief.
The dock was large and fairly old. It was nearing evening at the moment and lamps lit up around us.
I gazed at Hogwarts in admiration, my heart beating quickly.
It took me a few moments to regain my composure, and I had to distract myself with something else.
The large pond that was between the first years and Hogwarts looked deep, and I could feel the presence of a large animal inside of it.
There were several boats and all seemed to be able to hold 4 students each, but let's just say some were more stable than others. I think one even had a hole in it.
I quickly scanned the selection and found a good boat, praying to every deity out there that I was going to be seated alone, but alas, it was not meant to be.
3 other students came into the boat and I quickly recognized all of them.
There was Neville Longbottom, Susan Bones, and Terry Boot.
I paid special attention to Neville Longbottom and saw him fiddling with his wand.
I looked at it closely and my eyes widened in surprise, gaining the attention of everyone in the boat.
"W-what?" Neville asked looking at me scarred.
"Is that your dad's wand? I asked, looking at him in surprise.
"Y-yes...why?" He said nervously, looking down at his feet.
"It's made of Rowan wood!" I said, making everyone in the compartment except for Neville gasp.
"I-I don't understand." He mumbled, confused about our reactions.
Terry boot started going on and on about how Rowan wood was incredibly loyal and would seldom work for anyone who wasn't its chosen owner.
Neville's eyes widened and he looked at us in surprise.
"S-so I'm not a rubbish wizard?"
"Of course not!" Susan said, looking at Neville in surprise. "You'll be a great wizard!"
I smiled at Neville and we talked for the length of the boat ride, the topic eventually moving on to Hogwarts houses.
"Which house do you want to be in? Susan asked everyone, making Neville's mood go down again.
"My gran wants me to be in Gryffindor but I'll probably be in Hufflepuff."
"What's wrong with Hufflepuff?!" Susan asked, not being able to hide how hurt she was.
"N-nothings wrong with Hufflepuff," Neville said quickly. "It's just...my whole family's been in Gryffindor and I'm expected to do so as well. I need to be like my father."
"If I may," I said after Neville talked putting everyone's attention on me.
"I personally believe that Hufflepuff is a house that can be better than Gryfiindores even though they are often overlooked. Hufflepuffs are strong defenders and loyal to their own, a quality that I admire in people.
Hufflepuffs can think clearly and don't just run straight into things as some Gryffindors do.
Yes, Gryffindors are brave and have many great qualities, but I believe Hufflepuff has just as many and that you'd do great in that house flourishing.
Gryffindor is the house that is the meanest to its own. Not to say that they can't be kind."
The boat's atmosphere became much happier and with that speech, I gained the loyalty of everyone in the compartment.
Public speaking does do wonders.
"I think I'll be in Slytherin," I continued drawing gaps from the kids.
"Oh come on, you can't think that all Slytherins are evil can you?" The boat was filled with silence and I sighed deeply.
"Every house has produced 'dark wizards' mind you, Hufflepuff was just about the scariest. Those people gain such loyalty from others. It's absolutely terrifying.
Oh, and in the past, there was this Ravenclaw wizard who 'went mad' damn, he caused so much damage with his ingenious inventions and spells.
Then the Gryffindor ones. Oh, Merlin, those are horrible! They get into every situation imaginable and can be so tiring to deal with!
Plus Slytherin doesn't have evil in its listed traits does it?! No, it's ambition, and cunningness, which is not a step off from a Ravenclaw who wants knowledge for more than just having it.
We just want to get up in the world.
Sure, some of them can be annoying gits, but some can credit that to how they are treated! Have you heard of all the bias Slytherin students get from the teachers and students?! Especially the ones that come from 'light' households!"
The boat was silent and I smiled at everyone charmingly.
"Don't judge someone by their house. Everyone has good traits and bad traits. It's up to you to choose which you see, and which you ignore."
"I want to go to Ravenclaw," Terry said, trying to change the mood.
Eventually, we got to Hogwarts and we were ushered to the doors of the Great Hall ghosts spooked some of the students so hard they almost had heart attacks.
The whole day though, I've been getting a large amount of Deja vu, and I've felt like I've done something similar before.
Maybe it was in a dream.
I looked around for Hermione but didn't see her, and I frowned knowing she got herself into some weird trouble again.
"Eventually the hat broke into a song and I actually felt chills down my spine.
Oh you may not think I'm 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 black,
Your 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 ,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;
You might belong in ,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;
Or yet in wise old ,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;
Or perhaps in
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!"
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's stone/Sorcerers Stone By the bitch JK Rowling.
I, like all the other students, clapped politely. I saw Neville look at the hat terrified and I whispered in his ear, "hope you get sorted into Hufflepuff."
A weak smile formed on his lips and I let him be. I couldn't do much to help.
"Hannah Abbot!" Professor McGonagall called out, calling the first child to be sorted. "HUFFLEPUFF!"
"Loud clapping came from the Hufflepuff table and the child rushed over there happily."
"Susan Bones!" Susan waved at us and whispered good luck then made her way over to the stool.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" The Hat called out after about 30 seconds.
The professor went on and on and every so often a notable name would be called.
"Daphe Greengrass!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
When it came Neville's turn he wobbly found his way to the hat and it stayed on his head for a solid two minutes until it yelled out "HUFFLEPUFF!"
Neville looked sick afterward but I was happy that he was in Hufflepuff. Gryffindor would not have been kind to him.
"Draco Malfoy!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Theodore Nott!
"SLYTHERIN!"
"Pansy Parkinson!"
"SLYTHERIN!"
Eventually, Charles Potter's name came up and he wobbled over to the stool.
The hat stayed on his head and it looked constipated and annoyed at Charles.
"GRYFFINDOR!" It eventually called out, causing the house to break into cheers. "WE GOT POTTER! WE GOT POTTER!"
"Hadrian Peverell Potter!"
The Great Hall quickly became silent, but soon enough whispers filled the air.
"Another Potter?! One said.
"As the hat was put on my head my occulemency barriers accidentally rose."
"Hello." The hat said in my head. "I know you."
I frowned not understanding what the hat was saying.
"Ah, I suppose you don't remember yet." The hat said, making me angry.
"Remember what?!" I growled, not liking that the hat knew something about me that I didn't.
"You'll know in due time." The hat responded cryptically.
"Nevertheless, I suppose we should get onto the sorting. You have the loyalty of a Hufflepuff, but only to a few. You have the wits of a Ravenclaw but not just for the sake of knowing things.
Gryffindor on the other hand..."
"IF YOU PUT ME. IN GRYFFINDOR I'LL FIND A WAY TO KILL YOU HAT!"
"Excuse me I have a name!" the hat replied huffing.
I calmed myself down and took some deep breaths.
"What is your name?" I asked kindly.
"Alastor." The hat replied peppy, making me slightly mad. "Ironically, you don't want to be in Gryffindor, I suppose you have changed haven't you."
"What?" I replied, not understanding what the hat was saying.
"Ah never mind let's just put you in..."
"SLYTHERIN!" The hat called out, making the hall erupt in loud whispers and suspicious stares.
"I walked over to the Slytherin table, ignoring the glares and stares I was being given.
The sorting moved on putting a majority of the students in Hufflepuff and Gryffindor.
"Hermione Ravenclaw!"
The hall once again became silent.
"Hermione Ravenclaw!" The professor called out again.
"Hermione. Ravenclaw."
Suddenly Professor Kettleburn and Hermione walked into the room, with the professor suspiciously wet and Hermione humming.
"What took you so long? "Professor Mc. Gonagal asked, looking at Professor Kettleburn.
"SHE WAS TALKING AND PLAYING WITH THE SQUID!!!" he said glaring at Hermione.
"He was a nice bloke. I swear you need to feed him more. He's been protecting the school for years and you can't even give him a good meal." She said crossly.
"I apologize for nothing." (A/n: Did you get the reference?!)
"Hadrian!" She said waving when she spotted me.
I sighed and waved back, knowing that everyone's eyes were on me now.
"I really shouldn't have taken her out of that school," I whispered under my breath.
"RAVENCLAW!" The hat called out, making the table erupt in cheers louder than they ever had before.
Afterward, Ron Weasley got sorted into Gryffindor, and Blaze Zabini got sorted into Slytherin.
Before anyone could get the food they so badly wished to consume, the Headmaster just had to make us wait.
"Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts! Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment! Tweak!
Thank you!"
I looked at Draco and he looked back at me, hearing the same thing I heard.
The headmaster just called us dumb, fat, and in need of change.
Oh, merlin I was pissed.
But of course, just to top of the day the food came, and just as I was about to get my portion I noticed compulsion charms pored in everything but the pumpkin juice, which was the only thing the Slytherins had.
I almost cried that night.
Hogwarts was going to be shit.