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Arya
The Starks strode across the platform together, the family standing out. They were one of the most powerful families in the Wizarding World - their last names respected. That year was one of the most special ones for the family considering the Starks' youngest daughter will be starting her first year.
The twinkle in her eyes were impossible to miss as she stared at the scene surrounding her in awe. "Make sure you don't get too excited sister, this is just the begining." Robb said, patting Arya's back.
"He's right. Who knows what the hell goes on in Hogwarts. If your amazed at just the train station then you'll probably faint before you even get sorted." Jon teased, chuckling as Arya opened her mouth in shock.
Robb was a Gryffindor in his sixth year. The preffect of his house and currently captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team. Their parents had adored Robb and his achievements, making him the 'star' of the family. Not that anyone minded, they were also proud of Robb and a lot of them used him as an example for all of them to follow. The Starks were always a Gryffindor and Arya was setting to be one too.
Jon on the other hand was a Hufflepuff in sixth year, just like Rhaegar. Weirdly enough, the Targaryens were always loyal and kind. Even when they seem to be selfish, they still think of the betterment of everybody. Every one in their line was Hufflepuff and their eldest son was no different. Jon was also the star at his own family. Being the head preffect of Hufflepuff and seeker, he made his parents proud. Jon's parents were sad that they couldn't see him off but they left him to the care of the Starks instead.
"This is just Hogwarts. Don't be so surprised." Sansa said, rolling her eyes. Arya sent her a glare and retorted, "No one asked for your opinion."
Sansa was a Ravenclaw, just like Catelyn. Though she was a Stark, she took so much more from the Tullys than she did her father. Tullys were also a respected house in the wizardry community so nobody, again, had really minded. Being the eldest daughter and a Ravenclaw, she was also considered a star in the family. Apparently, Arya heard she was also one of the smartest witches of her age. However, Arya would've respected her sister if she wasn't just the exact opposite of what Arya considered herself to be. In the end, they had come dislike each other.
Sansa sent back a glare and went ahead to enter the train without them. Robb sighed at his sisters' relationship but just pushed Arya to the Stark parents so she could say goodbye.
Ned hugged Arya tightly, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "Good luck Arya, make sure you make me proud when you come back. We're expecting a great deal from you." Ned said, smiling down at her daughter. He placed his hand over her shoulder, a sign that he was sure she was ready to go.
Catelyn walked over to Arya and hugged her all the same, "Don't get into trouble and make sure your always ready for anything alright? I love you and we don't want anything to happen to you so please be safe." Catelyn warned, kissing Arya in the forehead as well.
Arya nodded in agreement, sending them both the biggest smile she was sure she had ever done. Right after, she walked towards the train and entered, her bags in her hands. Robb and Jon walked towards her. "We'll be in the cabin with our friends. Find one yourself and try to make new ones ok? See you later sister." Jon said, nudging Arya. Though Jon was Arya's cousin, they were as close as siblings that Jon even calls her his own sister. People usually couldn't tell that the difference because Jon had taken so much from his mother. It was quite a hilarious coincidence for the two.
Arya nodded though deep inside, she was actually really nervous. Making friends with people from her town was easy. Making friends from somewhere miles away from her comfort zone - now that was a different story.
Robb smiled at her in assurance before the both of them left her to her abode. She passed by cabins but most of them were already filled or were with annoying looking people. It took some looking before she finally found one with only three people inside. Three boys.
"You mind?" Arya asked, pointing at a seat right next to a fat boy.
He shook his head, "No, not really. You can sit if you like!" he said, giving her bigger space. She grinned and sat next to the boy, putting her bags down.
"What're your names?" Arya asked.
The boy beside her introduced himself, "I'm Hot Pie!" he said, welcoming his hand for a handshake. She took it and looked at the other two.
"I'm Lommy, nice to meet you - whoever you are." Lommy introduced himself.
Arya turned her attention to the last boy. He looked older than a first year would normally look, confusing Arya. However, even with all of that, he looked incredibly familiar. He chuckled at her face, "I'm not a first year. I'm a fourth year. Name's Gendry Baratheon." he introduced, making Arya's eyes go wide.
"Your Gendry! That's why you look so much like uncle Robert!" Arya exclaimed, understanding. "Though I'm confused as to how I've never met you before."
Gendry looked confused now, "Uncle Robert? Are you my long lost cousin now?" he joked, making the other two boys laugh. Arya joined in the laughter but shook her head afterwards.
"No, I'm Arya Stark. Uncle Robert is my father's best friend so I just grew calling him that." she explained, introducing herself in the process. This made the boys grow wide eyed just as she had been earlier.
"A Stark!? And I was rude to you earlier too." Lommy said, looking guilty.
"Huh? No, I don't mind. I'm not some stuck up pureblood who roesn't let simple things go." Arya said, clearing up the misunderstanding she never knew she created in the first place.
"The reason why you've never met me before was probably because I don't live in father's house. I live alone and I usually decline social gatherings. Some people thought that I didn't even exist until I entered Hogwarts and proved them wrong." he explained.
"Oooook then why are you sitting with a bunch of first years? Shouldn't you be with your friends or something?" Arya asked, raising her brow.
"We're actually muggles and Gendry was gonna help us settle in here." Hot Pie replied.
"You also forgot to add that I have no friends." Gendry said, lying back. Hot Pie looked horrified making Gendry laugh, "Except for these guys."
"Why? What's your house?" Arya asked, curious.
"A Hufflepuff at your service." he said, bowing mockingly. "And because people have the impression that I'm an impostor. Most call me a bastard because I don't look like my siblings." he said, pointing at his hair. Trully, he was different from his siblings. Rather than having the bright golden colored hair his siblings had, Gendry's hair was full on black through and through.
"Oh." she said, surprised. Gendry looked exactly like his father, making me wonder if those others were idiots. "Well, its nice to meet you Gendry." Arya said, smiling.
He smiled back, "Likewise."
It wasn't long before the four arrived at Hogwarts, all of them just standing before the sorting hat (excluding Gendry). Proffessor Mcgonagall stood before the 1st year students, a transfiguration book in her grasp. She looked pleased at how the students weren't noisy and waited for her cue to speak, it was rare. She then began, "Once I say your name, walk over to the hat, sit on the chair, and you'll be sorted to your respective houses. May you be welcomed warmly."
With that said, one by one, the students were called to go in front to get sorted. The houses all cheered whenever the sorting hat yelled their house making Arya both excited and nervous about where she was going to be.
"Myrcella Baratheon!"
Arya looked over at Myrcella, walking over to sit at the chair. She forgot that Myrcella was just the same age as she because of their very much different height difference. The fact that most students towered over her at the moment proved that fact even moreso, making Arya feel annoyed and irritated.
"Gryffindor!"
Myrcella smiled and propped off her chair, walking towards the Gryffindor table in glee. Arya was truly happy for her friend - not at the glare her older brother was giving him. Joffrey sat in the Slytherin table, his head fuming and his skin reddish. He seemed to be ashamed that Myrcella was a Gryffindor.
Arya felt bad for Joffrey's housemates, getting such an annoying member. It seemed that no one was talking to him, going as far as to leave him an obvious space of ignorance. Robb had always said that Slytherins were stuck up and arrogant, something Joffrey had most definitely had. However, they were ambitious and supposedly - cunning. Arya didn't know how to hate people for a talent as good as that.
"Hot Pie!"
"Hufflepuff!"
"Lommie!"
"Hufflepuff!"
Three of her first friends being in Hufflepuff made Arya wish she was in Hufflepuff too. Her father was said to have supposedly been a Hufflepuff but his bravery was his strongest trait.
"Arya Stark!" Mcgonagall finally yelled making Arya gulp nervously. She could do this. If her siblings and cousin have gone through this, she certainly could.
Wearily, she sat at the chair. The sorting hat was softly placed on her head before it started to spout words. "Hm….a Stark. You are a hard one." the Sorting Hat commented, muttering hms every second. "Your as loyal, smart, brave, and cunning all the same.…" he muttered. If Arya had seen the Sorting's Hat face, she might've seen a frown.
"Ah!"
Arya looked at her family members faces. Robb, Jon, and Sansa all looked at her expectantly, hoping that she enters their house. Arya, for a second, wondered why Sansa would like her to be a Ravenclaw but was stone cold the moment the sorting hat yelled-
"Slytherin!"
Arya didn't hate the fact that she was a Slytherin. Only the fact that she was the first of her family to actually be one. Robb, Jon, and Sansa's faces were all wearing a horrified one, staring at her in shock. They hated the Slytherin students. Knowing Arya was one of them made Arya feel ashamed herself.
The Slytherin table, weirdly enough, cheered when she was pronounced Slytherin. Going as far as to give her a standing ovation. Arya was confused on whether it was happy or mocking but ended up walking and sitting beside a random girl. "First time we've got a Stark here guys!" they yelled, making Arya believe that this was most definitely mocking. She didn't retort, the news a bit too much to bear.
The girl she was sitting beside placed a hand on her shoulder reassuringly, "I'm Margaery. Margaery Tyrell. Sixth year. They don't bully fellow Slytherins so don't worry. Their probably just proud that powerful pureblood family such as a Stark is here." she said smiling.
Arya just chuckled, "Well, I'm not used to compliments. Not even with my family name but ok." She replied, smiling.
Right after, the boy with silver hair similar to the Targareans, talked. "Hello there. I'm Draco Malfoy and these two are Crabbe and Goyle. Better not be friends with the wrong lot now." Draco said, smirking smugly at Arya.
Arya was reminded by Joffrey's arrogance immediately but decided to be friends with them rather than anger them. Her house was very strict about respect and she knew that even before she set foot in Hogwarts. "Heard your name earlier but since we're reintroducing ourselves, I'm Arya - Arya Stark."
After them, the boy right beside her placed a hand on her other shoulder too, giving her another smirk. "I'm Blaise Zabbini, Draco's best buddy, and this is Theodore Nott. This girl beside me is Pansy Parkinson and you better be someone worth befriending Stark." he introduced them, pointing at a girl that looked just as smug as Draco and Joffrey then a boy that didn't even care enough to pay her a bit of mind.
Arya nodded and smiled, "Hopefully so. Wouldn't want to be placed here wrongly do I?"
"I'm surprised your ok with being here. Your brothers and sisters hate us." Blaise commented, leaning back on his chair.
Arya shrugged, "I am quite annoyed. However, its more of the fact that I'm the only Slytherin in my family. NOT because I think your all arrogant fools." she stated, making them raise their eyebrows.
"Arrogant? Sure. Fools? We're far from that Stark." Malfoy said, sneering slightly at the insult.
The whole table except for a certain few sneered with him, their irritation obvious. Arya sighed, remembering that THIS was the Slytherin table. "Oh, and if you didn't know, Tywin Lannister is head pf Slytherin house. Proffessor Snape IS kind of head too but Proffessor Tywin is the main." Zabbini explained, pointing the two men sitting in front.
Arya nodded appreciatingly, "Thanks."