I'm Blair Malfoy, and I'm not proud if it. I hate my father, he loved Ash more than me, I don't care though, I keep to myself, the only thing I do around him is nothing, he works at the Ministry of Magic, so we have a House Keeper, she adores me and hates Ash. She actually told me that, this is because he has no manners, he's a snob, and he steals. Our House Keeper, July, adores me because I'm do perfectly behaved. She adopted me when she realized I was being emotionally abused. She's only 25, and she's married to a Wizard, (she's a witch) when my letter arrived she sent me off, sadly. She actually looks like me, we are both blondes. That's about it, oh and we both have dark green eyes. She wants me to be in Gryffindor, like her and Bryon, my new dad. She only adopted me a year ago, and I'm glad she did. 

      It was scary, seeing Hogwarts for the first time, although, there were a ton of first years because the school shut down for 5 years due to a problem, so the current enrolled students were taught at home or shipped of to another home.  But I, was only 11, so I was right on time, as Mrs. July says. All if the students were first years, no perfect students, graduated perfects though. It was amazing if how many students were here. It was about 1,479. That was a lot. And I was only one if them. That left 1,478 students. The headmaster here, had ordered 1,479 talking hats to sort us into our houses, this is because there are so many of us. The House-Elves (they had 1,800 if them, there are about 1,000,000,000 of them), worked for Hogwarts, and each student had been given a master (student), they were their slave, it was a sad thing, really, but the House-Elves watched over all of the students, and punished us if being bad. We were called their masters because we could ask them to do stuff for them. But only appropriate things, not mischievous things. 

     As I entered to the place where I got a hat, I went on to get a house-elf. Her name is Glimmoria. I put on my sorting hat and I was Gryffindor, Mrs. July would be proud of me. Glimmoria led me to the Gryfindor porthole. There was a picture of a fat lady in a pink silk gown. "The password is Grynew," said Glimmoria. I smiled and said, "Thank you, may I call you Glimmer, or Glimm? She smiled a warm smile and said, "Of course, sweetheart." I knew at that moment that Glimm was a good person, and she liked being enslaved. 

   The Common Door Room for Gryffindor was so snug and cozy. There was a fireplace, two couches arranged by the fireplace along with 4 couch chairs. There were 6 tables and a coffee one, along with 4 chairs at each regular table. I went up stairs to my dorm, and unpacked my stuff. Glimmer wanted to help me, but I insisted she shouldn't. She only smiled and went off to get my bed pan. That night I slept wonderful, and I think Glimm did too. There is a small pull-out bed under my bed, and she slept in that. I hope she was comfy, the elves should have nice things, since they do work hard, and so many things.

   In the morning, I woke up cheerfully. Glimm loved my attitude, spirit, and how I behaved. She took me to the bathrooms to shower and change clothes quickly, and that I had fifteen minutes. So, we went to the bath house, and I showered quickly and dresses in my robes. Then brushing my hair and teeth, hurried out to Glimm. "Only seven minutes, lets see if you can beat that record tomorrow," she said glancing at her watch. They had been given watches to keep time, and that was a good idea, they also had better clothes than normal house-elves. And Glimm told me at Hogwarts, they were treated with respect. I was glad they did that. 

   Breakfast was good, with scones, eggs, bacon, French toast, grits, oatmeal, varieties of cereals, pancakes,yogurt, bananas, raspberries, and strawberries. It was all so good. Glimmer said house-elves cooked all of the meals. Well, they sure know how to cook. I can't wait to see and taste what they have prepared for lunch. 

  It was class time, I had Potions first, doubled with every house. They only put a little bit of each in every class, and this year they had to get more teachers if everything! There is quite a lot if people here. Anyways, my brother was a Slytherin, and did I mention he hated me? And he wouldn't stop pestering me about not living up to my expectations of father. Then I said, " Please, why would I want to live up to his expectations. He is a horrid person, I know not why he was created into a person. He'd be much better off with living as a fish, then dying so soon. I wouldn't mind that, but you would of course, he faves you because you are much like him, you are a rude, self-centered, you don't appreciate anyone, except father, but still, you are a spoiled little brat, who will go to Azkaban one day. And I don't mind the dementors sucking of the happiness right out of you, not like you have any, so leave me alone, I'm perfectly fine by myself, I don't need any brotherly hate from you, Ash." His mouth formed into the perfect shape if an O. I went back to work, to chopping up ingredients, feeling quite proud of myself.