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R.E.C. by pearluna
DEDITACTED TO THE REAL R.E.C.

A/N: hello everyone. Welcome to my fan fiction. This takes place AFTER Harry’s time at Hogwarts. About 10 years or so after. Just a head’s up on that fact.
Disclaimer: well, I’m not JKRowling. So leave me alone!!!!!!!!!

Chapter 1: Me!

Hello. My name is Rachel Elizabeth Croft. But that really doesn’t matter right now. Before I jump into the story of my life, I should tell you a bit about myself. Here are some things you should know:
1. I’m seventeen.
2. I’m an only child.
3. My best friend’s name is Anne Greene.
4. I go to a boarding school.
5. I’m a witch.

Yes, that’s right. Not those fake-witches who “practice” witchcraft; a real, honest-to-goodness witch. My school’s name, as you probably already know, is Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Yes, that Hogwarts. The one where “The boy who lived” lived and went to school. Well, Harry Potter is better known as “he who defeated you know who”.... You know who being Voldemort.

Another thing you should know is that I’m a muggle born. Or, if you prefer, mudblood. I should warn you that if you call me that, or call Anne that, I will use a bit of my incredible wandless magic skills to give you a bat-bogey hex or a toe-nail growing jinx. I can manage both quite well now, as well as quite easily....

Anyhoo.

When I learned I was a witch, it is needless to say i was surprised and excited. I was a bit nervous, but who wouldn’t be?

Back to the story. I arrived at Hogwarts. What else is there to say? I was amazed. That castle...... it’s hard to describe. It’s just so amazing.

Now, I may not be the TOP student in my classes, but I do well enough; I get good grades, I do all my homework.... And alright, I’ll admit: I have a bit of a jokester side as well. Not that you could ever use it against me! Whoops, getting ahead of myself again. Let’s get back to the story....
The girl I had sat with on the train, Anne Greene, was also muggle born. She and I were friends almost immediately. It’s hard not to like someone who is so much like Anne of Green Gables.... The long, wavy, red BEAUTIFUL hair, GORGEOUS forest-green eyes, a few freckles, fair skin.... in other words, she is about the prettiest witch I have ever seen. Myself? I’m quite plain compared to Anne.... Jet—I mean JET—black hair, navy blue eyes.... yes navy. As in VERY VERY dark blue. Enough about me, onto my story.
Anne and I had already had a run-in with some person on the train called Malfoy. He called us mud-bloods. We, of course, being muggle borns, had no idea what he was talking about. I found out that it meant “dirty blood” and was a foul name used for muggle borns by people who think they are better than us, all because they have pure wizarding families. Of course, by that time, Malfoy had left and I couldn’t hex him into oblivion. Not that I could have done that anyways, but that isn’t the point.
Anne and I were very nervous about the sorting; we knew we wouldn’t be in Slytherin, being muggle borns and all, but what house WOULD we be in? I was to nervous to even listen to the song the hat was singing. Before I could think....
“Croft, Rachel Elizabeth!”
I nervously walked forwards and sat down on the stool. Prof. Hermione Weasley placed the hat on my head.
“Hmmmmm....” A deep voice made me jump before I realized it was the hat speaking to me.
“hello,” I thought.
“Hello, Rachel Elizabeth.”
“Which house will you put me in?”
“I’m not sure yet... you are almost as difficult as Harry Potter was... Or maybe more... You have a good brain, that’s obvious... and a bit of a prankster side as well...”
I grinned at that.
“You are brave.... oh, and loyal! So loyal to your friends!”
...I waited.
“But no, Hufflepuff would not work for you, it would not help you... Nor would Ravenclaw, they would scorn you for your jokes... I guess it is once again between the two major houses... Gryffindor or Slytherin? So different, yet the same... They prize the same things, with different reasons.... I think the question is not now where you could be, but where you would be the most helpful.... ahh..... yes.... I know where to put you.... Better be in..........................”

~End chapter~
A/N: cliffie! fun..... and my first chapter, too! PLEASE REVIEW

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