I posted this on harrypotterfanfiction a while ago. anyways I wrote this a long time ago and I like it so I thought I could post it here, too. Enjoy.

My sister and I had an interesting relationship. We were close but we weren't at the same time. Annabel was popular and beautiful, the worst combination. I was smart and average. I wasn't special like she was, not even close, but now I'm not sure if I know her. You see she kind of disowned me...

Growing up it was just me and her, our parents were Aurors and worked a lot. When I was 10 and Annabel was 11 the world ended, at least it seemed like it did. Our mother gave us the bad news that our father had been murdered by a bad wizard. Neither of us completely understood but we knew enough to be sad. Annabel went off to Hogwarts not long after. She still felt sad but put on a smile to make people think she was happy. Personally I was glad I had another year before I went. I don't think I could have been strong enough.

When my mother got the letter from Annabel telling her she got into Hufflepuff she was overjoyed. When I asked why she told me both her and my father had been in that house. I wondered which one I'd end up in, at the time I was hoping it wouldn't be Hufflepuff, so I could have some time to myself for once. She came back that next summer changed, my mother thought it was for the better. Apparently Hogwarts changed you but why I wonder.

I got my letter that summer and the next thing I knew it was all about Hogwarts, either getting the books or hearing stories about it. "It's amazing, you'll love it Marie," Annabel said with a dreamy look on her face. I thought she was in love with the place.

When my mother Apparated us to the train station and said goodbye I almost cried. I was nervous but Annabel assured me everything would be fine, just fine. It didn't help when she told me how we got to Platform 9 3/4. I thought it sounded crazy. "You just walk through the wall, it's nothing to be afraid of." I was shaking so bad when I ran toward the wall and was surprised to find the train on the other side. Annabel just smiled and told me to follow her. I did until we found an empty compartment on the train. On the way there I started to read over my class books again, I had already done that at least twice because I wanted to know what was going on ahead of time. I liked knowing this because I knew what to expect. I guess you could say I was a nerd in that sense.

When the train got to Hogwarts I went with the rest of the first years. Soon after arriving at the castle we were to be sorted into our houses. I was sure I'd be in Hufflepuff. Annabel assured me I would be. My mother was counting on it. How I wish I hadn't disappointed her...

First walking into the great hall and seeing it made my mouth drop in amazement. It was amazing, just like the rest of the castle. All the second through seventh years looked at us small first years with curiosity. They were probably looking us over to determine if we were worthy to be in their houses. Their staring made me even more nervous, I hardly realized what was happening when someone called my name.

"William, Marie."

Rather clumsily I walked over to the chair where everyone else had sat. A hat was placed on my head. What happened next would forever change my life. The hat yelled out, "SLYTHERIN!" A table at the far corner starting clapping but I barely heard it. I got up and found Annabel's face, it was unreadable and it scared me. Numbly I sat down at my table not taking my eyes off her. After a minute she looked down. Was it shame? Disappointment? I wasn't sure. I didn't want to know.

It was obvious I didn't fit in Slytherin. They started talking about dark magic and a dark lord. The only evil in my life was my father's death. I didn't want to know anymore. Weren't these the people my mother fought? What was I doing here with them?

I took in barely anything that night. All the names were gone in minutes, all there were was faces. None of them mattered to me and never would. I knew right away I'd be an outcast, so did they. That's why they didn't talk to or try to get to know me. I wasn't important. Not to them anyways.

I didn't talk to Annabel until the next day. I saw that look on her face again. I must have done something bad to deserve this. She just looked at me sadly and hugged me tightly, whispering kind words. She didn't speak of my crime until a later day. At one point we got in a big fight about me. She told me I'd be someone our mother would have to kill someday. I told her that was a lie, I'd never sink that low. She just walked away and I fell against the wall and cried. 4 boys came by at some point asked if I was ok. They would someday be my best friends and be known as The Marauder's. They were Gryffindors and pranksters. They were my hide away from the bad, they made me laugh when I was down. My hero's. Don't ask me how Gryffindor's befriended a Slytherin, those houses were kind of enemies, I do not know how. It was fate I think. Things were never the same between my sister and me though. Sadly that also effected my relationship with my mother.

Over the years I grew to trust those boys, their names were Sirius, Remus, James and Peter. Sirius had a family a lot like mine and had his own fan club, apparently he was "sexy". Remus was a lot like me, he liked books and was pretty smart. One good thing about him was her was able to be serious when the time called for it, unlike the rest of them. James liked to have fun, he didn't much like school, he liked playing pranks better. Oh yeah and there was Lily, the girl he one day married. He was kind of obsessed with her but maybe in a more cute way. He was pretty good at Quiddich. Now Peter, he was...how would you describe dearest Peter? Different for sure. He sometimes was more shy. All of them enjoyed pranks, especially on a certain person in my house, Severus Snape. They always had something planned, I helped of course, so they had detention a lot. They skipped class, sneaked into the kitchen for food and knew secret paths around Hogwarts. They were quite crafty.