My body rocked with the train as we headed to Hogwarts. I can't believe that I'm a wizard!
I live in a foster home with caretakers; they always said I was special, but I never knew I was this special! I looked out at the foggy mountains. I wonder how long it will take to get there.
The compartment door opened and I looked to see a pretty girl with bushy hair. She smiled at me and I smiled back.
"I'm sorry to bother you, but a boy named Neville is missing his pet toad, Trevor, I think," she said.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I haven't seen a toad. I'm Cassidy, but call me Cass," I said.
"I'm Hermione," she said shaking my hand. "I'll be sure to come back to talk to you once I'm done looking for that toad."
"Okay, see you," I said. I was jumping with excitement. I never make friends; others kids call me weird.
I sat there staring out the window, hoping that Hermione would show up again, but she didn't. It was too late now anyway, for we were pulling to a stop.
I go out and walked to where a huge man was calling for first years. And when I say he was huge, he was HUGE! He had a bushy beard and mustache to match his hair. He had a big belly and was really tall; he could have been a giant! I looked around at the other newbies. I spotted Hermione and walked to her. She smiled at me and we headed after the big man who was leading us somewhere.
We came to the edge of a lake where boats docked. I climbed into one of the boats with Hermione and a few other kids. I looked around for ors, but there weren't any. Before I could express my confusion, the boat lurched forward. I gasped a bit, and seeing no one else was shocked, was embarrassed with myself.
As we made our way across the lake, I looked up in wonder at the castle. It was lit up, making the features stand out marvelously. Stone walls stretched high, topped with dark shingles. The windows had beautiful panes, some different colors, but most were tan. The tan ones glowed like fire.
We suddenly reached the other side of the lake and climbed out, and walked eagerly up to the castle. Inside, it was just as bright and marvelous. We were directed up a large staircase, viewing the moving paintings, the flickering lanterns, and beautiful architecture as we went.
We came in contact with a tall skinny woman. She had grey hair pulled back in a tight bun, and she was very old. We all stopped in front of her; her hawk eyes studied us. She then told us to wait here and that her name was Professor Mcgonagall. As she was talking, boy shouted out "TREVOR!" and lunged for a toad at Professor Mcgonagall's feet. That must be Neville, I thought as I laughed with the other kids.
Mcgonagall left a little while later, causing an awkward silence to fall on the crowd. Suddenly, someone said:
"So the rumors are true, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."
We all watched as a boy with slicked back, white-blonde hair, emerged from the crowd and approached a skinny boy with pitch-black hair. Was that really Harry Potter?
The boy introduced himself as Draco Malfoy, causing a tall red-headed boy beside Harry to snicker. Promptly, Draco spat at the red headed boy. He judged him on his hair and robes, then labeled him as a Weasley.
He turned back to Harry and said, "You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort. I can help you with that."
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thank you," Harry replied. I couldn't help but smile at that.
Draco looked at me and sneered. Professor Mcgonagall came out and pushed Draco back in his place. We were then led into a large room.
I stared up in amazement at the night sky riddled with bright candles. Of course it was a spell, but it was beautiful. The tables were long and littered with delicacies. At the end of each of the four tables were banners, individual to the table.
Once up at the front, we were informed about the houses. We were about to be sorted into them by a old hat. I wrinkled my nose.
Hermione was up first; she was directed into Gryffindor. Draco Malfoy got into Slytherin without the hat even touching his head! The red-headed boy's name was Ron Weasley; he got into Gryffindor, and so did Harry Potter.
"Cassidy Darking," Mcgonagall said. I took a deep breath and walked up. For some reason everyone was silent. I felt like they could all hear my heart beating.
I sat down on the hard, cold stool and the hat was delicately placed on my head.
"Hmmmm, interesting, very interesting," it said. "A very unique personality, brave, very intelligent, kind, but a infinity for the dark arts, just like her mother."
I furrowed my eyebrows. "My mother," I asked it.
"Oh yes, you never knew your mother. She's dead," the hat said. I clenched my jaw in anger. "My my, I know where to put you. SLYTHERIN!"
The Slytherin table erupted into applause and I headed quickly to them. I sat in the next available seat, and to my misfortune, it was next to a creepy looking dude with huge teeth. A girl my age with dark curly hair sat opposite of me, two big boys (who looked pretty idiotic) sat next to her, and on the left of the boys was Draco Malfoy.
"Cassidy, is it," the dark haired girl asked.
"Yes, but I prefer to be called Cass," I said.
"Oh, well, Cass, I'm Pansy," she said with a toothy smile. I smiled back.
"Nice to meet you," I said.
"So, who are your parents," she asked.
"I don't know, why," I asked.
"How do you not know who your parents are?"
"My mum's dead and my father gave me up," I said. "I never knew either of them."
"Oh, well, I'm sorry about that, but whatever! You're here and they don't matter," she said. Her voice was rather loud, on the nasally side, and she tone arrogant. I did not like her at all, but what can I do? I just smiled at her.
"You're really pretty," one of the ignorant looking boys said. I smiled at him.
"Thank you," I replied. "And who are you?"
"I'm Crabbe and this is Goyle," he said. I smiled at both of them.
"Its really nice to meet both of you," I said.
"Yeah, right," a girl said while sitting next to me. I looked at her. She had dangerous, dark brown eyes and beautiful black curly hair. "I'm Cami."
"I'm Cass," I said. I liked this girls attitude.
She looked at me closely.
"I have a feeling we are going to get along," she said with a smile. I smirked back.