You were in Slytherin but you weren't the typical Slytherin stereotype. You weren't obsessed with snakes (you never understood why people would think that. It's like saying Gryffindors are obsessed with lions or something like that), you weren't evil, you weren't mean you were just tough when you needed to be, you didn't want to be a Deatheater and you never wanted to hurt anyone. But it's not like the other houses understood that. So you were in an endless cycle of your fellow Slytherins hating you for not being "Slytherin enough" yet the Gryffindors, Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs hated you for being to (is that the right to?) Slytherin. Until you met George that is.

It all started when you walked down the halls alone, as usual. You saw the Weasley clan and their friends all together in the distance. You felt a pang of jealousy your own family thought that you weren't good enough and told you time and time again how awful your views of how nice muggleborns or "Mudbloods" are. They even made you be a Deatheater. you felt awful having the hideous mark in you left arm. You sigh. Suddenly one of the Weasley twins (you never could tell them apart) comes over. "Hey you look lonely. Do you wanna join us maybe?" He asks. It was a Saturday so you had your own clothes meaning he didn't know you were Slytherin. "Umm... You know what? Sure." You say. "Cool. I'm George." George says to me as we walk over. Everyone looks over. "Hi. I'm (Y/N) (Y/L/N)." You say half regretting telling them your last name. They probably know it. "Hey. I think I recognize that last name from somewhere." says Hermione. Everyone else nods in agreement. You gulp. Then you run. Run from what could have been your first friendship or your worst enemies.

What you didn't know is George ran after you. You ran into the Girl's Bathroom and start crying. Of course they knew your last name. "Hey (Y/N). What's up?" George asks. "How can you still like me? I'm a (Y/L/N)." You ask George desperately. "I know but your nothing like them." He argues. "But I am! I'm a Slytherin and a De-" You argue stopping before you can say 'Deatheater'. "What are you?" George asks softly. You gulp and pull up you left sleeve. "That's what I am. My mother and father made me." You whisper. "I'm going to help you ok? And so will all my friends I promise you." george replies softly. You and George became best friends and eventually boyfriend and girlfriend. You stayed together through thick and thin. You also eventually became husband and wife, having children of your own.