Roxanne Weasley

Hugo, a Hufflepuff? Well not exactly what I expected but we could still be good friends; it wasn't as though he was in Slytherin and we were sworn enemies or anything. I'd still be with Lily anyway. I knew I'd be in Gryffindor; there was nowhere else that I could go. Ravenclaw, no way I wasn't that smart. Hufflepuff, I didn't really do the hard work thing. I was busier pulling pranks on my older brother, Fred. He tried to pull off worse but I could always beat him with my superior knowledge (which mind you wasn't that great but I supposed a Giant had more intelligence than my brother). And then I couldn't be in Slytherin, I wasn't evil. Well, not all Slytherins were evil. Al wasn't evil, or at least I didn't think he was but still. I didn't belong in Slytherin.

I was going to miss home, quite a lot if I were to be honest. I loved my mum and dad, even if they did prefer Fred. It was only because Fred reminded them of my Uncle Fred who had died in the Battle of Hogwarts. He and dad had been identical twins and he got really upset over it all and so did mum considering they had dated for a while. But Fred (my brother, Fred) also had a sort of 'connection' to Fred (in which I mean my Uncle Fred). He seemed to miss him despite never having met him, but I didn't really feel that upset. I know that sounds really bad but in all truth I was just relieved that dad had been ok; he had lost an ear somehow when transporting Uncle Harry to safety and after all Uncle Harry was the Boy Who Lived! I shouldn't know that but Lily couldn't contain herself and spilt it all out to me after James had told her. I have to say that I had been impressed by the fact my Uncle had stopped Voldemort on many occasions. Then again who wouldn't be? I hadn't really expected him to be the Boy Who Lived, after all he was tall and lanky with rounded specks and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead; not really what you expect your typical hero. Yet he was still Head of the Auror Office at the Ministry of Magic.

"Weasley, Roxanne." Professor Longbottom called out. I walked up to the front my short black hair chopped in a bob. I looked just like my mum but there was no mistaking me being a Weasley in my personality. Not just any Weasley but daughter of George Weasley, one of the creators of Weasley Wizard's Wheezes. My dad helped invent Skiving Snack Boxes which I had plenty of; I had made sure of that. Professor Longbottom put the hat on my head and it spoke quietly into my ear.

"The last Weasley, eh?" I thought about this I was.

"Well until Teddy and Vic have a baby, but until then I guess yes." I thought. I was the last Weasley to be sorted for a while now. That was a scary thought!

"Only one thing that I can do with you." It said before proclaiming, "GRYFFINDOR!" As everyone started cheering I smiled broadly and went to sit down beside my cousin Lily. She hugged me tightly as all the other Gryffindors were welcoming me. I couldn't wait to tell mum and dad, they'd be so proud of me! It was good, the last Weasley a Gryffindor…


A/N: So this is it. If you have any more suggestions please make them, I'm probably too boring to do my own sorting but thanks for the suggestion. Thanks for everyone who's reviewed and read this story, especially Ryah Ignis, duckvader23 and ThiefOfMagic for all the great support. The reviews really meant a lot to me! Also I might be doing a story on all of Al's troubles, I have already got some Next Generation stories and some on the Marauder Era and I will continue to write. Always. Thank you again for actually taking the time to read all this and I hope you enjoyed! xx