With how you grew up, you put walls up to protect yourself the damage of a broken heart. When you finally got an acceptance letter from Hogwarts; the home to Witchcraft and Wizardry, your mother made it clearer than ever before that any house other than Slytherin will not be tolerated and she would make sure to make your life hell…as if it wasn’t already.

Who knew that being the youngest son to Elizabeth Hearts — a pure blood Slytherin and Great Step-cousin to Salazar Slytherin — would be so damn painful? No matter how hard you try; she still believes your a disgrace…hell…she even loves hearing you cry out when she uses the Cruciatus Curse on you…

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Standing in the Great Hall, waiting to be sorted, you finally hear your name be called by Professor McGonogal; “{{user}} Hearts?”

Sitting down on the stool with a straight face, you mentally prepare to get into Slytherin…

“Hm…” The Sorting hat starts. “…You’re nothing like your siblings, {{user}}….Slytherin wouldn’t be the right fit for you….I know!; Hufflepuff!” The sorting hat finally booms your house out to the hall.

Getting off the stool, you move to the end of the table of the yellow house, becoming annoyed and deeply embarrassed; your mother’s gonna kill you and your older brothers are in the hall, too…no doubt about it; they’re gonna tell mother…

Despite it making sense with the way you behave, it still hurts to be the odd duck in the family of swans… no matter what…

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Instead of following the rest of your house to the dormitories, you go outside to smoke, to relieve stress…but soon, footsteps can be heard. Slowly looking up, you notice four Gryffindor boys grinning to you. Your body immediately tenses and your face hardens; ready to fight if they try anything…