The Worst House?

The hats shrill voice yelled out the worst word that it could have said. It could've called me a coward or even insignificant, but no it said something far, far worse than any of that. It called out my new "amazing" house, one that apparently everyone wants to be in. It called out... well you already no don't you... I meaning your reading this. When I heard the name called, I sat up of the wooden stool. I sensed the hat had heard the things that I had said about Gryffindor inside my head. My table and new "best" friends called out saying, "welcome" or "come set with us." It was all so sickening and disgusting to hear. Neither my father or mother went into Gryffindor, my mom was in Hufflepuff and my dad Ravenclaw. The hat must had made a mistake with him too, he went into Ravenclaw an idiot and came out just the same. I sat next to a boy with blond hair and solid green eyes. He made me think even worse of this house and beg inside the other one that I had prayed for. From my description of the boy it isn't hard to tell what house I really wanted. The other boy next to me was a pale boy, with brown hair. I sat down with a sigh, and starred at the Headmaster... what was his name again? The boy to the left of me said something to me that I didn't here. "What?", I asked him. "What's your name?", he responded. He had a smile on his face and I knew he was just trying too make friends, I told him my name. I asked him what his name was. He told me is was Dub. That was an odd name, but never judge a book by it's cover right? "Where are you from?", I inquired. He said he was from Galway. No way... that was were I lived before my parents divorced and I was sent with my mother. "Hey, that's", I said with a tone of humor, "that's were I used to live." "Really? That's funny, what house did you live in... I mean what is your address?" I sighed trying to remember anything from my young and few years that I spent there, there was almost nothing. Maybe a picture of grass or of a house, but definitely no address. "Uh... it was a long time ago", I was specifically avoiding telling him about the divorce,"I was around three and don't remember much. I'm sure if I went back with my Mom then I would remember more." I hit myself inside, I had said just my Mom and not my Mom and Dad. I waited for him to question it, but he said nothing. I don't even think he noticed it. We continued talking for several minutes and I found out that he was living with his Grandparents because his Mother and Father had been Death Eaters and gave birth to him the day before the trial. I was almost beginning to feel at home... just a little. Maybe later I will tell Dub later, about my parents that is. But for now I keep my secrets and he keeps his.


NOTE: This is my first message so there are bound to be mistakes... thank you for your patience.