Harry Potter and the Author Who Ruined Everything

Harry Potter and the Author Who Ruined Everything

Chap 3- Holding My Head Up (If I Can)

My shoulders slumped as I deflated helplessly. Honestly, Hufflepuff of all things! I don't know anything interesting at all about Hufflepuff! Ravenclaw, I could cope with, but Hufflepuff?! No Luna Lovegood, No Malfoy, No Harry Potter, NO RON!!!!

McGonagall was gesturing madly at me to move, so I walked slowly to Hufflepuff table. I sat next to a girl who looked around the same age as me. She had her hair tied in a long plait hanging down her back. It was about the only distinguishing aspect of her appearance. She smiled warmly at me and introduced herself as Susan Bones.

Before I had the chance to reply, Professor Dumbledore stood up to make his annual speech. I tuned out straight away and instead inspected my fellow (shudder) Hufflepuffs.

Next to Susan, sat another girl around my age, pink faced with pigtails. I quickly identified her as Hannah Abbott. Whispering in her ear was a pompous looking boy who I assumed to be Ernie Macmillan.

I turned to my left to investigate another boy. He had curly hair and was kinda cute, thank you very much. I wasn't too sure who he was but he might have been Justin Finch- Fletchley.

After that, Dumbledore finished and food appeared in front of my eyes. Suddenly famished, I dove into a chicken pie. As I was now busy shuffling food into my mouth, I decided not to bother checking out the rest of the Hufflepuffs.

"Pass the potatoes, would you?" asked Ernie. I unhappily obliged.

"I'm Ernie Macmillan, by the way. This is Hannah," he announced to me, poking his friend.

I smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you. I'm Aimy."

He grinned and asked: "So, are you half- or pure-blood?"

Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I replied: "I'm Muggle-born, actually. Yourself?"

Ernie's smile faltered slightly. "Pureblood. Nine generations."

"Oh?" I said.

Justin snorted next to me and pumpkin juice (I hope!) splurted out of his nose. "Lovely," I commented and mopped it up with a napkin.

"Ernie is such a show off, ain't he?" he directed at me, once he had sobered. I didn't reply, so he rushed on. "I'm Muggle-born too, you know, how great!"

"Great," I echoed.

"So, what music are you into?"

I sighed. "You know, I'm getting a bit of a headache!"

Susan and Justin both nodded, sympathetically. I grabbled in my pocket for some paracetamol, and popped two in my mouth along with some juice. Ernie watched me, wide eyed.

"What was that?! DRUGS??!!!"

Every head swivelled to the Hufflepuff table. I laid my head on the table and hid behind my arms, in embarrassment. Meanwhile, Hannah explained to Ernie (and the rest of the pureblood Hufflepuffs) what Muggle pain killers where.

I closed my eyes as my head throbbed and was relieved when Susan prodded me and muttered: "The feast is over now... Come on, I'll show you to the dormitories and common room!"