As I jumped onto the Hogwarts Express, for the very first time, I was so excited. I was finally going to Hogwarts! I had heard all about it from my family, who were, of course, all Slytherins (except Sirius, of course).

I searched for an empty compartment, but didn't find one. If I didn't find one soon, I'd probably get in trouble. I saw a couple of tall, red-haired boys in a compartment not too far away. They looked nice, so I sat with them.

When they introduced themselves (Fred and George Weasley) they mentioned that they were from a large family. I told them that I had too.

"By the way," I said, "My name's Angelica Black."

They had strange looks on their faces when I mentioned my last name. I then realized that some people think differently about you because of your last name.

"What's wrong with being a Black?" I asked.

The one on the left, (Fred, I think) replied, "Nothing's WRONG with it," he said slowly, "it's just that..."
"They're all Slytherins!" George finished.
"Is that bad?" I asked, nervously twisting my long, auburn hair around my finger, my hazel eyes widened when their reply was:
"Not just bad," Fred said,
"You'll probably end up in Slytherin, like the rest of your lot." Fred said.
"Pity," George replied, "such a sweet kid."
"Too bad some nice,"
"Rather handsome,"
"Red-heads couldn't tell her the secret." Fred finished.

"What secret!" I practically screamed at them, twisting my hair even more nervously.

"How not to get in Slytherin of course!" they replied in unison.

"Okay," I said, "How do I NOT get into Slytherin?"

"Well," Fred started
"Here's what you do."
"You hope,"
"And PRAY if you must..."
"That the Sorting Hat"
"That's the thing that tells you which house you're in.."
"Doesn't put you in Slytherin."
"Think brave"
"THINK GRYFFINDOR!" they both yelled.

"So, if I do that," I tried to reason it all out, "this hat, of sorts, will put me into Gryffindor?"

They grinned like mad people as I asked them this.

"Is that the house you're in?" I asked, realizing that it must be.

"We're proud Gryffindor-ians!"
"Then I'd be just like Sirius!" I gasped as I came to the sad realization.

"What's wrong?"
"Second thoughts?"

"My mummy disowned my big brother for being in Gryffindor!" I began to cry as I said this.

Fred came to sit on my right, George on my left, and put their arms on my shoulders and Fred said, "I'm sure it'll all work out. You'll see."

I leaned over on Fred's shoulder, and cried until I didn't have any tears left, and took a nap. About twenty minutes later, Fred woke me up, "Angel, wake up!"

"Who's Angel?" I asked, very confused.

"Oh, sorry!" Fred replied. "I was going to ask if we could call you that,"
"You don't look much like an 'Angelica'."
"Or a 'Serenity' either."

"It's fine." I replied.

"Well, Angel," Fred said, "You need to get up!"
"We're almost there!" George said.