"Can I call you Tori? You know Tori, I'm a great friend."
"I don't get it, why are you being nice to me?"
"Maybe I don't want to see you friendless."
When Victoria Silvers, who comes from a long line of Slytherins, is sorted into Gryffindor her life...
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"Did he eat it?" Fred yelled excitedly, holding out a hand to pull Harry to his feet once he and Tori had gotten back to the Burrow.
"Yeah," Harry said, straightening up. "What was it?" Fred grinned. "Ton-Tongue Toffee, George and I invented them, and we've been looking for someone to test them on all summer...." He shot Tori a look.
"I refuse to be a test subject!" Tori threw her hands up in the air. The tiny kitchen exploded with laughter as Tori made her way over to the table to sit with Charlie and Bill.
Charlie Weasley was built like the twins, shorter and stockier than Percy and Ron, who were both long and lanky. He had a broad, good-natured face, which was weather-beaten and so freckly that he looked almost tanned; his arms were muscular, and one of them had a large, shiny burn on it. He greeted Harry by shaking his head.
Bill got to his feet, smiling, and also shook Harry's hand. Bill came as something of a surprise. Everyone knew that he worked for the wizarding bank, Gringotts and that Bill had been Head Boy at Hogwarts and you would always imagined Bill to be an older version of Percy: fussy about rule-breaking and fond of bossing everyone around. However, Bill was— there was no other word for it— cool. He was tall, with long hair that he had tied back in a ponytail. He was wearing an earring with what looked like a fang dangling from it. Bill's clothes would not have looked out of place at a rock concert, except that Harry had seem recognized his boots to be made, not of leather, but of dragonhide.
Before any of them could say anything else, there was a faint popping noise, and Arthur appeared out of thin air at George's shoulder. He was looking angrier than Tori had ever seen him. "That wasn't funny Fred!" He shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"
"I didn't give him anything," Fred replied trying to act innocent, yet had another evil grin. "I just dropped it... It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."
"You dropped it on purpose!" Arthur roared, going red in the face. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet—"
"How big did his tongue get?" George looked as if he was dying to know. "It was four feet long before his parents would let me shrink it!"
The kitchen once again began to roar with laughter. "It isn't funny!" Arthur shouted. "That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizard-Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons—"
"We didn't give it to him because he's a Muggle!" Fred said indignantly.
"No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git," George said. "Isn't he, Harry?"
"Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley," Harry nodded earnestly. "You saw how they treated Harry! They didn't even say goodbye!" Tori told Arthur, but that didn't help.
"That's not the point!" He said, his face filled with rage. "And Tori, for you to be in on this... You wait until I tell your mother—"
"Tell me what?" said a voice behind them. Molly Weasley had just entered the kitchen. She was a short, plump woman with a very kind face, though her eyes were presently narrowed with suspicion.
