Quickly, the time came to where we were standing on the grand front steps before the ancient castle of Hogwarts. Before us are large castle doors and in front of them stands a tall woman who introduced herself as, Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor's House. She stands tall in her emerald green robes, her dark hair tied up tight.
I don't listen when she begins to speak, believing I've already been informed of it all thanks to Huge and Quin. So instead I let my mind and eyes wander.
I'm snapped back to reality as a boy jumps at the feet of Professor McGonagall, yelling, "Trevor!" The poor boy shrinks back as the crowd around me laughs as the kid holds his missing pet toad in his hands. I can't help myself but blush as the boy's face turns as red as a beet and he makes his was down the steps. Poor kid. . .
With a scowl on her face the professor finishes talking and opens the front doors. In every single first year flows and everyone gasps in awe, including myself, as we make our way into the famous Great Hall.
"It's bewitched to look like the sky outside. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History." A strange, crazy hair girl whispers to no one in particular.
"Well of course it is," I mumble to myself, thinking of all the tales told to me by Quin and Hugh.
I jump when I notice Professor McGonagall standing at the front of the hall with a stool and a old wizard's hat. I groan, "I really should start paying attention."
Looking around everyone is staring at the hat, all the professors and every kid who sits at the four tables, one for each house. My eyes travel up to the ceiling again and I gasp as I see a shooting star in the sky above. "Amazing I whisper."
I jump as a booming, almost raggedy sounding voice echoes through the room. Looking up I notice the hat is, wait-. The hat is moving? Woah!
"Oh, you may not think I'm pretty. . ." the hat sings. A singing hat, good God!
As the song ends I sit there bouncing from one foot to another as Professor McGonagall starts to call students up and place the hat upon their heads.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" called out the hat as a happy boy slips out from underneath it. The Hufflepuff table erupts in cheers as the joyous boy makes his way over in that direction.
Slowly one by one, a new student follows the next. "Miller-Weasley, Clementine!" The professor calls. The room goes silent and the Gryffindor table suddenly yells, "Weasley!?"
My legs shake like jello as I slowly walk up and sit upon the stool. The room felt miles long once my name was called.
Once the hat is placed on my head I jump when I hear a low, thinking hum. I almost expect the hat to speak to me, only it doesn't. I can tell the hat is too deep in thought. Hugh and Quin said the hat spoke to them?
"GRYFFINDOR!" the hat shouts, leaving me stunned. The table begins to cheer and clap as I sleepily make my way over in that direction.
"Weasley?" I hear whispered among some of the people at the table. "No, she can't be."
"Clem! Over here!" I sigh in relief hearing Hugh's voice and collapse in the empty spot next to him.
I lay my heavy head on his shoulder and close my eyes. 'This is going to be a long night,' I think to myself.
I open my eyes out of shock when the name, Harry Potter is announced. I look to Hugh in shock and say louder than I mean, "The Harry Potter?"
He only shakes his head and we watch as the dark haired boy makes his way up to the stool and sits. Impatiently everyone waits and suddenly, "GRYFFINDOR!" The hat cheers and as does the Gryffindor table as all the others grumble. Whispers instantly spread like a wildfire in a drought.
My eyes go wide watch the boy strut proudly towards our table. Oh my.
My attention is quickly snatched as I hear the named of Ronald Weasley being called sharply. My heart skips a beat as I see the boy sitting on the stool. "Ronald." I repeat to myself, my eyes wide and my mouth fallen open from shock. "My brother."
The hat yells Gryffindor and he is greeted by a group of redheads who ruffle his hair and happily welcome him to the house.
I glace over at Hugh to find him staring wide eyed too. "Hugh," I whisper, quite in shock.
"Huh?"
"That's my brother, my twin, isn't it?"
"Uh huh," he mumbles still staring at the boy in shock. He then shakes his head and looks down at me, pulling me into a hug.
"Hey!" I snap trying to push away but he only hugs me tighter. "Hugh," I whine as he lets me go laughing. "Arse," I grumble under my breath.
I can't help but continue to stare at the bunch of redheads all grouped together at the end of the table.
"You okay, Clem?" my brother whispers.
I turn to him smiling, "Of course."
Suddenly two identical boys jump up and head over towards us. "Miller!" the boys say, sitting down next to Hugh.
One turns to me making me jump. "Miller-Weasley, huh? I'm Fred by the way." Fred smiles and puts out his hand which I politely shake. "Fred Weasley."
I gasp." Weasley." I whisper. A smile lights up his face.
"So by chance am I related to you." He has placing an arm around my shoulders.
"Actually, yes." I blush with a small smile. "It's a rather long story though."
"I'm up for a story."
"As am I!" The other boy adds in.
I sigh and look at both of the dead in their brown eyes. "Well, I can probably make this a little shorter for your convenience. Let's start with I am your younger sister." I launch my way into the tale of how I became the daughter of the Miller's instead of a Weasley. Miraculously they sit through the entire story without speaking a single word. "So that's it," I end with leaving them with a sad smile.
"So, you're Ron's twin sister." The one who is not Fred asked.
"I guess so."
"Welcome to the family!" Fred lets out a cheer causing a few kids around us to give him a strange look.
"Thank you," whisper, thankful to be excepted so easily. "Please keep it a secret, I'm not quite ready for the world to know." I ask the twins.
"It will be our pleasure." Fred replies with the happiest smile.
I let my eyes wander with a smile on my face and end up staring at Mr. Ronald Weasley. "Excuse me?" I hear a voice say faintly. It takes me a minute to process that the voice had belonged to him. "Why are you staring at me?" He ask, rudely with his mouth stuffed with food.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to be staring it's just. . ." I froze, what was my excuse for staring at someone who I have no business staring at? "Uh, I was staring 'cause you reminded me of someone, my deceased father to be exact."
He raises his eyebrows and a frown forms as he gives a sight nod. "I am sorry to hear about your father but I am not him and so you have no right to stare."
"Yes, I know, and I apologize for being so rude and staring." He and I lock eyes for a moment and I began to realize how different we physically are. We both have red hair yes but mine seems to be darker closer to a brownish shade but yet far from it, and I appear to be paler and I have a slight amount of freckles that dot my nose, unlike him.
When I go back to eating I still feel like there are eyes glaring into my soul, so I look up to find Ronald still looking at me. "What is your name?" He questions me as if he is all high and mighty.
"Clementine Miller." I reply shyly.
"Miller? Like that boy Hugh Miller?"
I look over at Hugh and give him a questioning glance. "Yes? He is my brother. . . ?"
"My brothers told me about him and his accident when he was trying to fly a broom last year." Why is he so prideful? Maybe it's just his personality.
"And what is your name?" I question back to him.
"Ron Wealsey!" He smiles, food stuck between his teeth.
I nod as we are released to go to our common rooms. Our house prefect, Percy Weasley, of course he's a Weasley, leads all of us first years.