Chapter 1
“What happened?”
“I don’t know. I -I can’t remember. I d -didn’t mean to do this. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want this to happen. Please tell me there’s a way to fix it. I can’t ever forgive myself. I won’t. Please help me fix this?” I said. More a question than a statement. For the first time in my whole life. I lost control. And I never, ever lose control. This was all my fault, and there’s no way to fix it.
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Dumbledore said that it’d be better if I went to a school, I’ve been practicing magic on my own and it went good, great even. But after what happened. I can’t ever lose control again. I just can’t.
That’s why he told me it’d be better if I went to Hogwarts. Today will be my first, 4th year. Amazing. I’m not worrying about classes or anything, I simply haven’t had time to worry about it. Because my main concern is, how the hell am I going to make any friends. I mean, I am far from social, and I’m not the person to simply walk to people and magically befriend them. Dumbledore told me it’d be okay, and I would just have to talk to them, introduce myself and it’ll happen automatically. But what does he expect me to do. Walk to someone and say: “Hey, I am Farida, nice to meet you.” And that I’ll be best friends with them. Of course, I’m not going to do that.
That is why I came early, so I could get my own train cabin, and just be the non-social introvert I’ve always been. So here I am, in my own cabin, waiting for the train to start moving.
As, the train arrived at Hogsmeade, I got out and then. I am just going to say it. I bump into someone. I look up to see none other than Harry Potter and I just feel my face getting red, not because I have a crush on him or something but simply because of embarrassment.
“I’m sorry”, the both of us say at exactly the same time. Awkward.
“Uhm, I’m sorry, are you new here? It’s just, I’ve never seen you before.”
“Yes, I am new. And really clumsy. I’m sorry I bumped into you.”
“Don’t be, I should’ve watched where I was walking too. I am Harry by the way.”
“I know”, I say just softly enough so he couldn’t hear me.
“HARRY!!” a voice shouts, he turns around and I get out without him noticing.
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I walk into the great hall, and I’ve got to admit, it is breathtaking. The ceiling, the stars, the flying candles. It is just amazing. Then a voice interrupts my thoughts.
“You know, you never told me your name”. I turn around to see that that voice belongs to Harry, of course it does.
“I know.... Farida, my name is Farida Rivera.”
“Nice to meet you Farida, do you have any idea what house you are going to be in?“, he asked. Of course I knew. Seeing my backstory. But I’m not going to tell him, why should I?
“I’ve got no idea”.
“Well I hope it’s Gryffindor”.
“We’ll see.”
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“Farida Rivera”, Professor McGonagall says.
As I walk forwards, I can already hear people whispering, cause why should there be a fifth year, who still needed to be sorted.
As I sat down, I caught Harry (and the entire school) staring at me. He nodded and gave me a kind smile, which I returned.
The hat was now placed on my head, and there was this uncomfortable silence. Until the hat broke the silence and screamed, “SLYTHERIN”.
As I looked at Harry to see his reaction, he seemed kind of disappointed.
I got up and walked to the Slytherin table, I sat down next to, well let’s be honest, I’ve got no idea who they are an I honestly couldn’t care less. So I inspected the food and took some fries, just to be safe.
While eating I was wandering off in my thoughts, until a very annoying voice interrupted my peaceful thoughts.
“And you are?“, she said.
“Farida”, I say and take a sip from my pumpkin juice which is disgusting. I am a witch but if we’re talking about food and drinks I am 100% a muggle.
“Well Farida, that place you are sitting, it’s mine. I always sit there. So get off your lazy ass and find yourself a new seat.”
“No thanks, I’m fine. If you wanted this seat so badly, you should’ve came earlier. And by the way, I don’t see a name here. As far as I know, everyone can sit where they want. So if you excuse me, I was enjoying my food.” As I said that, the white-haired boy sitting across from me let a small grin escape his lips.
