Because we're just simply misunderstood

You wouldn't think much when you hear the Sorting Hat shout "Hufflepuff!" during your first year of school. You certainly didn't appreciate the downtrodden looks from the Gryffindor table as you waddled past them and ignored the knowing glances from the Ravenclaws. All thoughts of hoping to be in a house of the brave or the intelligent or even the ambitious like Slytherin were quickly erased permanently from your memory forever.

But what will my mother and father think?

You can't help but wonder what you are going to write to your parents later on that evening, they were both sorted into Ravenclaw and Gryffindor respectively. Your entire family had a long line of Gryffindors and Ravenclaws... you were the very first to break that tradition by joining the Hufflepuff house.

"Hello, welcome to Hufflepuff! I've heard all about your family of course. Gryffindors and Ravenclaws for centuries! How extroadinary it is to have you be the first to join the ranks of the Puffs. I hope you will do us proud!"

You reluctantly shook the hands of the female Prefect student offering a friendly smile and a warm greeting.

It could have been worse, you thought, as the Headmaster Professor Dumbledore got up to speak, you could have been in Slytherin.


"Slytherin!"

It seemed as though the whole hall was quiet.

Your old pureblooded Wizarding family was Gryffindor through-and-through, how could this have even been possible?

Gripping the edge of the stool tight, the Sorting Hat quietly told you that you should be hopping down to join the Slytherin table. You could practically feel everyone staring at you as you walked past the Gryffindor table glumly - out of the corner of your eye, you could see the Weasley twins hissing at you as you went past.

"Welcome to the best house in the school - Slytherin," a Slytherin Prefect student offered his hand for you to shake. "I know everything about your family. Gryffindors all the way back to 300BC, am I right?"

You nodded. "Y-yes," you said in a small voice. You could still feel the stares from the red and gold table - you almost knew exactly what they were thinking, you traitor.

"Well, it will be a pleasure to have you join Slytherin house. I am sure you must be proud to be the first one to break the family tradition, no?"

You didn't respond.

"You will do well to trust those in your own house. We don't care for anyone else very much, except maybe a few Ravenclaws every now and then. I'm sure you will be an asset to us, I wish you the best of luck."

You nodded once to show you understood, and focused your attention on the Headmaster Professsor Dumbledore who had stood up to speak once the sorting was over.


Dear mum and dad,

I'm a Hufflepuff!

Dear mum and dad,

I hope you won't be disappointed to know I've been placed into Hufflepuff - believe me, it was not my first choice, or my second. Or third.

No.

Dear mum and dad,

I'm in Hufflepuff.

From your loving daughter

That would have to do.

"Hey! You coming down to breakfast or what?" it was one of your dorm mates. They were nice enough, you supposed, except for this one girl who was a bit on the unusual side - you often pondered that she should have been sorted into Ravenclaw instead.

"Yeah, coming... just finishing off a letter to my mum and dad."

The other girl gave you a sympathetic look. "Hey, I know about your family. All Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, right?"

You nodded, not sure where she was going.

She sat down on your bed and smiled at you. "Well, if this helps, my entire family is in Slytherin."

You gaped at her, "Really?!"

She nodded. "I guess the Sorting Hat saw something else in me that wasn't meant for Slytherin. It must've seen that I was different. Sometimes that can be a good thing, and we just don't know it yet."

You stared at her. "You sound pretty wise. Maybe you should have been in Ravenclaw after all," you quipped.

She rolled her eyes in response. "Hey, I'm only trying to help!"

You gave her a sincere look. "I know. I appreciate it, though. I really do."

"Then let's get on to the Great Hall, breakfast is nearly over."

You folded the letter and placed it inside your brand new Hufflepuff robe.

Maybe, just maybe, there is a small - very small chance that this house won't be so bad after all.


"We look out for our own."

You sat amongst the other first year boys in the Slytherin common room, the Prefects were informing you all on the rules of Slytherin house.

This made you perk up - you never had that feeling of comradery, being the youngest in your family and constantly left out - the feeling of looking out for one another was something you definitely wanted to be apart of.

"Don't trust anyone - not even the Ravenclaws," they continued. "Especially not the Gryffindors."

The Prefects gave each other disgusted looks at the mention of their house rivals.

A first-year Slytherin girl raised her hand. "What about the Hufflepuffs?"

The house fell silent.

"Well... we don't have to worry about them too much. We don't know them that well... They aren't like the other houses."

"What do you mean?" Boy, this first year girl sure was a curious one.

"They don't have anything special to offer."

The Prefects seemed satisfied with their response.

You eyed them from your place on the green and silver carpeted ground. Daringly, you raised your hand as well.

The Prefect boy called upon you, looking rather annoyed from all these questions about their least favourite house. "Yes?"

"How do you know that they've got nothing special to offer unless you've made the effort to get to know them in the first place?"

Your question had everyone in Slytherin house stumped.

This was going to be an interesting night...


This was just an idea that was bothering me for a few days so I had to write it out.