Half-blood Hufflepuff
written by Brielle Evans
Brielle was a half-blood and she was a Hufflepuff. Here is her story of being proud of her house and her blood status. You don't have to be a Gryffindor to be brave, a Slytherin to be cunning or a Ravenclaw to be a good student. Hopefully Brielle's story changes the way you view people. As a side-note I am not saying that Hufflepuff is better than the other houses. They are all equally great and I shall try not to portray any of them in a unworthy manner.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
8
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650
First Impressions
Chapter 2
My heart pounded wildly as the train slowed to a halt. Could this really be happening? A huge bearded man called for all first years. I nervously walked over, and together we all went into Hogwarts. I stared in amazement at the beautiful building. "Hi," a voice from behind me called, I turned startled, to see a tall boy of about twelve standing there smiling. "I'm Owen." I smiled back uncertainly. "All first years over here for sorting please." I heard people being called Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. As the hat settled on my head I could hear it whispering, "bold in the face of danger but shy around people, loyal, a good student, competitive, and quite cunning. You would be powerful in Slytherin, well liked in Gryffindor and accepted in Ravenclaw, but I can see that you would reach your true potential in Hufflepuff." "Hufflepuff," called the hat. I grinned, I was going to be in my mother's house! I walked over to the other Hufflepuffs who cheered loudly and welcomed me. I saw Owen standing at the Slytherin table. He gave me a thumbs up. I looked around the great hall; maybe this wasn't as scary as I thought.
