Slytherin?

First Year

I do not own any Harry Potter characters, all rights go to J.K. Rowling. *sniff*

Stepping foot inside Hogwarts for the first time, words cannot convey how you felt. Honor to be here, excitement too, but mixed in, coils of dread. Would you carry the family tradition? Or would you end up a complete disappointment? You don't have long to dwell in your thoughts as the sorting hat has started. You are one of the first to go up. Hmm, it muses as it settles comfortably on your head. You definitely have Slytherin traits, cunning and ambitious. Or would you be in Gryffindor, where your bravery will shine through? After a few nerve wracking moments, a loud voice resonates through the hall. "Slytherin" it booms. As you walk over to your table, the conflicting emotions inside threaten to tear you apart. Of course you are relieved you can carry on family tradition, but a negative light shines here. You can't pretend you didn't hear the catcalls, jeers, shouts from the Gryffindors. Other houses too. But the hat moves on, and one by one each table grows. The feast seems to pass in a blink. Before you know it, your table has stood up and is shuffling down the dark corridor to the dungeons. Your common room. As soon as every last student is filled in, the doors shut with an ominous click. Then, the talking starts. Snape explaining how we are to act. Him saying he didn't want it to go this way, but we must keep up pretenses at all costs. An older wizard walks up to you. He's probably in his sixth or seventh year. You realize you are shaking as he gently wraps his arms around you. "Shh, it's okay." he murmurs into your hair. "Get it all out now." And so all you can do is sit there and cry while he comforts you. This happens all around the room, the younger ones being comforted by the older ones. You eventually all shuffle off to our rooms, only to wake the next day and find yourselves still in rooms of silver and green. That first day is always the worst. Having to put up with the taunts, emotionally removing ourselves, because slytherins are nothing, feel nothing. Act cruel and calloused. Then when the day is over, retreat to the safe space we have created for ourselves. Only then can you cry, laugh, love, comfort, be humans. But it eventually ends with going to bed and waking up back in this nightmare.

A/N So if anyone reads this, I was thinking of writing a chapter for each year? I don't really know. I'm writing the other fanfic right now, called Stupid Mudblood Granger. You could read that too! Well that's about it. Slyther-on. Get it? No? Okay then...