I'm officially on the Hogwarts Express! I'm sitting here with my cousin and a couple of his friends as I write this. I didn't think I would be able to come. When I was bitten by Fenrir, I thought I would never be able to come to Hogwarts with my condition. Professor Dumbledore sent a letter stating that arrangements were being made to be sure of everyone's safety while I attend school. I'm gonna be in this building on the grounds called The Shrieking shack I think. And I'll be given wolfsbane so I can keep my mind while I turn. For the first time in my life, I'm going to be in control. It won't be able to happen this full moon though. The moon is in 4 days and wolfsbane has to be taken once a day for a full week before the full moon. But next month will be better. 

I'm definitely excited. If I said I wasn't, I would be lying. There is a lot riding on me with being here and the sorting ceremony. I'm supposed to make my mother proud. I'm supposed to be the star heir of LeStrange. I was told before leaving I am absolutely not allowed to associate myself with anyone my family considers blood traitors or anyone not of pure and noble blood. Honestly, I don't see the big deal with the pure-blood crap. It's not like I'm even a pure-blood anymore. I'm just another half-breed. I was told I will bring great honor to my family when I am sorted into Slytherin like everyone else in my family.

I'm not really like them though. I've never really seen the big problem with muggle-borns or half-bloods. The other houses seem pretty cool too honestly. I mean, obviously, I want to make my family proud. If I don't have my family, I don't really have much. We're almost at Hogwarts now. I'll update you when the sorting ceremony is over. 

I have brought dishonor to my family. For centuries, everyone in our family who was worth anything has been a Slytherin. And now here I am in the Hufflepuff common room. The stupid hat took forever to sort me. I was so nervous. All I could think about was being in Slytherin with Draco. And then my thoughts started wandering. I heard my cousin call a girl from Gryffindor a name I will not even put the energy into writing down. It made me start thinking. Maybe I'm not like the rest of them. I could never imagine calling someone a name such as a touch just because of how they are born. My mind started wandering to the other houses, to my mother's strong facial features when she told me it would be a horror for our family if I was sorted in anything besides Slytherin. Then the girl looked at me and we met eyes. She actually smiled at me, even after hearing about the family I come from. I couldn't help but smile back. Then I was sorted. Hufflepuff. I'm expecting something from owl post tomorrow about the dishonor I have caused. 

None of the other students in my house will talk to me much. The prefects talked to me obviously. BUt mostly it's sideways glances. Untrusting eyes. I don't belong here. I belong with my cousin. I want to make my family proud but now, that chance may be gone.