Chapter 3

Off to Hogwarts We Go

My mind was spinning. Every moment I've been here, in this new world, I keep expecting to wake up and realize it's all a dream or a figment of my imagination. The people that were there that night were called Death Eaters. Death Eaters were these Dark Witches and Wizards who aided this guy, He Who Must Not be Named, is what Mrs. Weasley called him. Later, Harry told me his name was Voldemort. When Harry said his name there was this hint of anger in his eyes and voice, like this Voldemort guy had done something to Harry that had hit him close to home. I didn't want to ask if he wasn't just going to tell me straight forward or maybe I was just imagining that along with the rest of this looney mess. The looney-ist part of this all was that now were we all sitting on a train to go to some school to learn magic. I had been taught a little bit of magic during the summer. Apparently I wasn't fully caught up with the rest of the people I would be in class with but I was close enough to get by.

"You okay, Morgan?" Harry asked, diverting my attention away from the window and my thoughts.

"Yeah, just taking it all in, I guess." I said with a sigh.

"I was like that when I first learned of magic too." He smiled at me.

"I take it that it all gets easier and you get used to it all?"

"I wouldn't say that," He laughed a little. "But it gets to where every little thing doesn't surprise you anymore."

Well that was close enough, I thought to myself.

"We should be arriving soon." He said looking out the window.


We gathered in this place called the Great Hall. All the first years and me stood in a long line in the middle of the room while everyone else sat with their houses.

"Zeller, Morgan." this old scary looking women said to me.

I walked up and sat on the stool as she placed a hat on my head.

"Well, what do we have here?" The hate spoke!

"Calm down, only you can hear me." It said. "I see you have determination, and you aren't afraid of hard work, but you're, I see that you're kindhearted as well. You would fit well in Hufflepuff, but you would also make a good Gryffindor…. I have come to my conclusion."


Cheers erupted from the table with yellow and black banners. I looked over at the Gryffindor table where Ron looked angry and everyone else looked surprised.

I staggered over to the Hufflepuff table and looked around.

"Welcome to Hufflepuff," The boy we had went to the Quidditch World Cup with said.

"We went to the Quidditch World Cup together, I'm Cedric." He smiled at me.

"I remember you, I'm Morgan by the way." I sat down next to him.

"I'm a prefect so if you need any help, just ask."

"Thank you."

I think I'm going to like being in Hufflepuff.