REBECCA'S POV

"Wake up! You're going to make us late for the train!" My idiot of a brother said as he dumped a bucket of ice cold water on my head.

"Okay, okay, I'm up!" I yelled at him. 

"Rebecca, Draco get down here right now." I hear my dad call out from the bottom of the stairs.

"Coming dad." We said in sync. I glared at Draco.

A FEW HOURS LATER AT 11 O'CLOCK

I was walking through the train trying to find an empty compartment when out of nowhere a cart hit me and I fell. The person pushing the cart stopped. He has red hair, light skin, brown eyes, and (A.N. not making fun of the Weasley family, they are my favorite family in the books and movies) an old robe. He looked kind of like me, I guess.

"Are you okay?" He said with a goofy grin.

I answered, "Yeah."

"Nice to meet you I'm Gred." He said.

"Rebecca, what's your real name?" I replied

"My real name's George." The strange boy said.

He is really strange, but kind of cute. I mean look at that grin, and the redness of his hair goes amazingly well with the brown in his eyes. Just like mine. Wait, what, no snap out of it Rebecca.

"Rebecca, what are you doing!" I hear Draco scream.

"I'm doing what it takes to listen to you by asking me what I'm doing." I snapped back.

"I mean, what are you doing talking to  Weasel." Draco said, "a blood traitor."

What, no, he's a Weasley, that does not make him a blood traitor. Why do people call them blood traitors just because they like muggle borns and muggle. That's just rude. Well Malfoys are USUALLY quite rude.

"I'm not a blood traitor, and why are you talking to Rebecca." George snapped at Draco.

"She's my twin sister." Draco said raising an eyebrow.

George turned to me and said, " You're a Malfoy." He looked confused.

I nod my head and turned to find a compartment.

AT HOGWARTS SORTING CEREMONY

Oh you may not think I'm pretty,
But don't judge on what you see,
I'll eat myself if you can find
A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,
Your top hats sleek and tall,
For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat
And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head
The Sorting Hat can't see,
So try me on and I will tell you
Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you've a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You'll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!
And don't get in a flap!
You're in safe hands (though I have none)
For I'm a Thinking Cap! 

The sorting hat finished his song and Professor McGonagall, I think, started calling name's. I blanked out for a few minutes until I heard Malfoy, Draco. I looked up immediately. As soon as the hat touched his head it shouted Slytherin. Next Professor McGonagall said, "Malfoy, Rebecca." 

I walk up slowly and sat on the stool. Professor McGonagall places the sorting hat on my head. He was looking at my life and thoughts, I think. Wait, it says I am very cunning like Slytherin, very loyal like Hufflepuff, not seeking answers unlike Ravenclaw, and very very brave like Gryffindor. The sorting hat yelled, "Gryffindor!" 

I froze. Hold-up, Gryffindor? Everyone in the Great Hall stared at me as Professor McGonagall took the hat off my head. I caught Draco's eye and he looks at me and puts his finger against his neck and drew a line across it. 

Yep, I'm dead.