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A week shy of becoming 11 her letter arrived. (I’m making it so that Hogwarts sends letters to every witch or wizard that’ll be 11 before the school term starts, doesn't matter if they're not 11 by the time the letter arrives, since the books don’t explain this. It’ll be July 24, the day Harry got the first letter.)
Sleep has always come easy to Y/n. She adored sleeping, claiming it was her hobby, especially during summer break. No one could wake her before noon in summer, not even Jacques himself. Hermione had managed to wake her somehow during the school year, but that was because Hermione Granger didn't think twice about throwing water at her the moment Y/n gave no signs of waking up.
Y/n felt pecking on her face, although light it was annoying nonetheless. She groaned as she gently swatted away at whatever was annoying her. She didn't quite expect it to suddenly have that same thing screech right into her ear waking her instantly.
"Nux you old bloody owl! You'll have me deaf in no time if you continue doing that!" The owl ignored her as she cooed looking at the letter she had tied around her leg.
One was from Malfoy which she read instantly.
-Dear Y/n
I got my Hogwarts letter early this morning. I'll assume you're up late, like always, so you’re late with your visit today. Hurry up and get ready, I’m for sure beating you at chess today. Anyways, my mum agreed to take us both on July 31st, to Diagon Alley so we can buy our school supplies. After lunchtime, we can meet at Madam Malkin's robes for all occasions. first. But we'll talk about it more once you get here.
Your favorite cousin, Draco Malfoy
p.s. Mom is making biscuits, I’m not leaving you any if you don’t get here before 2, and by the way, Jacques said you’re staying over tonight,
Y/n blinked as her brain slowly took the information in. Suddenly it sank in making her jump and snag the other letter from the poor owl’s leg scaring her half to death.
"My Hogwarts letter!" She yelled as she ran down the stairs after her morning, midday in this case, routine already changed, and sat at her table where Sandy, her house elf was already serving her a light lunch.
"Thanks, Sandy. Do you know where Jacques is?"
"Oh yes, miss, Master Jacques is at work. Master told me to tell you miss, tonight he won’t be returning home, so you shall stay over at your cousin’s tonight.’’
‘’I see, thanks.’ Y/n said as Sandy put down her lunch in front of her.
Y/n opened her letter and skimmed through it. Squeezing it as she jumped around excited her time at Hogwarts was finally near. She had heard too much about it from Narcissa; she already knew what she would need for her first school year. She hurried towards Malfoy Manor as soon as she had finished her lunch.
The next few days were torture for Y/n. Having to wait so long to finally go buy her school supplies. But unfortunately only on that day were Narcissa and Jacques free to accompany them, so she had to wait.
The morning finally came and Y/n, like usual, woke up late. Rushed through her lunch and shower and finally was off to Diagon alley. Jacques, as usual, claimed to have work to do so, so as soon as they were in Diagon Alley, made her wondered why he insisted on coming if he was going to bail on her anyways but, a quick trip to their vault later and Y/n was running towards Madame Malkin's robes for all occasions. She opened the store and saw Draco getting fitted with another boy. She smiled and entered the shop only to hear Draco speaking the poor boy's ear off.
"Well, no one knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, Imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm," said the other boy, clearly not interested in what Draco was telling him
"But I want to be in Gryffindor." Interrupted Y/n. "Like father."
Draco rolled his eyes. "You promised you wouldn't stop talking to me if I got into Gryffindor." Said Y/n. "If you do I'll reveal that secret."
Draco got a slightly panicked look on his face. "Yeah, I promised. " He sighed as he looked outside the store.
Y/n looked at the other boy, ready to ask for his name when Draco interrupted.
"I say, look at that man!"
They both looked outside to see an extremely tall man holding two large ice creams.
"That's Hagrid." Said the other boy "He works at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts?" Asked Y/n looking at him. The boy nodded and smiled at the girl. He could already tell she was nicer than her friend.
"Oh," said Draco "I've heard of him. He's sort of servant, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper," said the boy.
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's sort of a savage - lives in a hut on the school grounds and now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"That isn't very nice Draco" y/n scolded him
"I think he's brilliant " interrupted the boy.
"Do you?" said Draco in his snobby voice making Y/n roll her eyes.
"Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," said the boy shortly.
"Oh sorry " Draco not sounding remorseful.
"But they were out kind, weren't they?"
"Draco!" Y/n scolded.
"What? It was a simple question."
"Don't worry about it" said the boy before answering.
"They were a witch and a wizard if that's what you mean."
"I don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them had never heard of Hogwarts until they got the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families."
"Sure, so only the 28 of us can go to school. Very smart Draco." Y/n said sarcastically making the other boy smile although he looked like he had no idea what she meant with 28 of us.
"Well, I'm not entirely wrong am I?" Draco justified himself.
Y/n rolled her eyes and left the store, not before adding. "See you at Hogwarts." To the other boy. Draco sighed and said it too before running to catch up to Y/n.
It took a while for Draco to beg for Y/n to talk to him again. He knew she wasn't interested in blood purity like he was. And he had agreed not to comment like that in front of her.
"Draco that was stupid and you know that. We could have made our first friends! He looked our age."
"Well, if he was a pureblood then he should understand what I mean -" he simply shut up when Y/n glared at him.
‘’Wheres Jacques anyways.’’ asked Draco.
‘’Don’t know really. He was supposed to accompany me all around today but he just left. Made me wait all these days for this trip and he bails on me.’’
The day went by faster than she thought. Deciding on an owl as her pet she went home with Nux. Nux was her beautiful eagle owl, Draco had insisted on getting the same owls, and Y/n had to listen to him about that one, she had lost at Wizard Chest the last time they played.
Jacques enjoyed helping her get her trunk ready for Hogwarts, although there was still some time before school started.
Time couldn't go by faster. Y/n and Draco talked only about Hogwarts the few times they met. And soon it was September first. Y/n woke up early without complaining that day. Sandy had helped her get used to getting up on time thankfully. Otherwise, it would have been impossible to wake her up. Y/n slept like the dead, joked Jacques. Could even sleep through a troll destroying her room. He got a punch for that. And Y/n got stuck floating for fifteen minutes for hitting him.
Y/n got ready with her stuff, and one very nauseous apparition later she was standing in station 9 3/4.
She didn't miss time and instantly had Jacques help her carry her bags to the end of the train, she hugged Jacques who was cleaning a few tears that escaped after almost crunching her to death with his hug making her promise to write weekly.
She got on the train and waved as it left the station. Slowly making her way to the front of the train she saw Draco having an avid conversation with none other than Crab and Goyle, two blockheads Y/n hated with a passion. Not only did Goyle think he had a shot with her, no idea where that came from, but they both followed Draco around like henchmen boosting his blood purity mania. Y/n walked away grateful they didn't notice her and tried to find an empty room which proved to be impossible.
One familiar face caught her attention. The same boy in that store that day.
She opened the cabin door and saw a redhead boy sitting opposite him.
"Hey, you're that kid from the store." She said as she opened the cabin's door. "Mind if I join you guys? Can't find an empty cabin."
They both nodded their heads and she thanked them as she sat near the boy. She softly sighed with relief since the train departed as soon as she sat in.
"I'm Y/n Black by the way." She introduced herself.
"I'm Ron Weasley." He said thinking she might not be so nice to him once she knew his family.
"Pleasure." She said smiling. "And you are?"
She asked the boy with glasses. "I'm Harry Potter." Y/n gasped. "Really!? Oh, that's awesome. Well, not for what happened you know. But gosh I met Harry Potter!" She cheered, making him laugh.
"Have you got — you know . . .” Ron finally asked as he pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled his bangs back to show them.
Y/n looked at it surprised as well.
“So that’s where You-Know-Who — ?” asked Ron
“Yes,” said Harry, “but I can’t remember it.”
“Nothing?” asked Y/n eagerly.
“Well — I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else.”
“Wow,” said Ron.
“Are your family wizards?” asked Harry.
“Er — yes, I think so,” said Ron. “I think Mum’s got a second cousin who’s an accountant, but we never talk about him.”
"As far as I'm told then yes." Said Y/n does not have much information about her mom's side of the family.
“So you both must know loads of magic already."
The Weasleys and Blacks were two of those old wizarding families the pale boy in Diagon Alley had talked about.
“I heard you went to live with Muggles,” said Ron. “What are they like?”
“Horrible — well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I had three wizard brothers.”
“Five,” said Ron. For some reason, he was looking gloomy. “I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I’ve got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left — Bill was head boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy’s a prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they’re really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it’s no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I’ve got Bill’s old robes, Charlie’s old wand, and Percy’s old rat.”
Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat gray rat, which was asleep.
“His name’s Scabbers and he’s useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a prefect, but they couldn’t aff — I mean, I got Scabbers instead.”
Ron’s ears went pink. He seemed to think he’d said too much because he went back to staring out of the window.
"What about your family?" Asked Harry, now Ron seemed a bit more interested. Although Y/n felt a bit bad about her life now. She had only her cousin, and both her family sides were rich so she never had a hand me down.
"Well, it's just me and my cousin. My dad is well, away and my mom died when I was younger."
"Sorry about that." Said Harry
"Oh don't worry." Said Y/n back as she smiled at him. ‘’I live with my cousin Jacques, he’s French. Don’t ask me about French I suck at it. I’m an only child so I think siblings would be a nice addition to my house. I get quite bored alone all summer.’’
(NO siblings are the worst, I wish I was an only child Y/n is living my dream life fr)
Harry told them all about having to wear Dudley’s old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up.
“. . . and until Hagrid told me, I didn’t know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort —”
Both Y/n and Ron gasped
“What?” said Harry.
“You said You-Know-Who’s name!” said Y/n, sounding both shocked and impressed.
“I’d have thought you, of all people —” started Ron before being interrupted.
“I’m not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name,” said Harry, “I just never knew you shouldn’t. See what I mean? I’ve got loads to learn. . . . I bet,” he added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately, “I bet I’m the worst in the class.”
“You won’t be. There are loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough.” Said, Ron.
"And just because many grew up with magic doesn't mean they're great at it." Added Y/n reassuring Harry. ‘’We aren’t allowed to even practice magic outside school. So we’ll all be starting from 0.’’
This calms Harry a bit.
At around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, “Anything off the cart, dears?”
Harry and Y/n leaped to their feet, but Ron’s ears went pink again and he muttered that he’d brought sandwiches.
Y/n and Harry looked at each other glaring slightly as they left the compartment. Harry asked for some muggle candy but the lady didn't have any making him blush feeling a tad stupid for expecting the food to be the same
Y/n chuckled and asked for 3 of each, something that made the woman smile.
As she went to pay, so did Harry. They stared at each other and slightly glared.
"I'm paying." Said Y/n
"No, I'm paying." Said Harry.
"I bought for all 3 of us," said Y/n
"I was thinking that too." Said Harry now smiling
They both chuckled and Y/n then grabbed his hand to see the amount he had surprised Harry. Dividing it by half she gave his half and her half, maybe secretly giving more, and they paid the lady.
"Half and Half then." Said Y/n smiling as she grabbed some candies letting Harry the other.
“Hungry, are you?” said Ron as he saw the amount they bought.
“Starving,” said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty.
Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There were four sandwiches inside. He pulled one of them apart and said, “She always forgets I don’t like corned beef.”
“Swap you for one of these,” said Harry, holding up a pasty.
“Go on —”
“You don’t want this, it’s all dry,” said Ron. “She hasn’t got much time,” he added quickly, “you know, with five of us.”
“Go on, have a pasty,” said Harry.
Ron seemed to hesitate for a bit as he looked at Y/n not sure if she was up to sharing.
"Ron just eat. We got enough for all of us." Y/n said smiling as she handed him some pasties.
“What are these?” Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. “They’re not frogs, are they?” He was starting to feel that nothing would surprise him.
“No,” said Ron. “But see what the card is. I’m missing Agrippa.”
‘’Only Agrippa!?’’ Asked Y/n excited.
‘Yes?’’ said Ron
‘’I’m missing Wendelin the Weird! I can’t get it no matter how many chocolate frogs I buy. Do you have any extras you want to exchange? I get lots of Agrippa for some reason.’’
‘’What for real?’’ asked Ron now excited too. Y/n eagerly nodded.
‘’I do think I have some of Wendelin the Weird if I’m not mistaken.’’
‘’Oh, that’s wonderful! I can ask Jacques to send mine.’’
“What?” Asked Harry who felt a bit left out.
‘’Right, sorry.’’ Said Y/n
“Oh, of course, you wouldn’t know — Chocolate Frogs have cards inside them, you know, to collect — famous witches and wizards. I’ve got about five hundred, but I haven’t got Agrippa or Ptolemy,” said Ron.
Y/n looked at Ron smiling again.
‘’What!? Do you have him too? Not fair, which other one are you missing’’
‘’Cliodna’’
‘’Alright deal. I’ll look for mine at Hogwarts.’’
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card while Y/n and Ron talked all about their cards.
“So this is Dumbledore!” said Harry.
“Don’t tell me you’d never heard of Dumbledore!” said Ron.
Harry turned over his card and read:
ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
CURRENTLY HEADMASTER OF HOGWARTS
Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the Dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945, for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon’s blood, and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.
Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore’s face had disappeared.
“He’s gone!”
Y/n chuckled making Harry slight blush.
“Well, you can’t expect him to hang around all day,” said Ron. “He’ll be back. No, I’ve got Morgana again and I’ve got about six of her . . . do you want it? You can start collecting.”
Ron’s eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.
“Help yourself,” said Harry. “But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos.”
“Do they? What, they don’t move at all?” Ron sounded amazed. “Weird!”
‘’If you have any questions about magic you can ask us-’’ said Y/n before looking at Ron who had his mouth full with chocolate and whatnot. She smiled and reiterated
‘’Well, ask me. Just so you’re not lost once we get to Hogwarts.’’
‘’Thanks’’ He said ‘’That would be really helpful.’’
“You want to be careful with those,” Ron finally said as he warned Harry about the candy box he had just picked up. “When they say every flavor, they mean every flavor — you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and marmalade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a booger-flavored one once.”
Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully, and bit into a corner.
“Bleaaargh — see? Sprouts.”
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and a round-faced boy came in. He looked tearful.
“Sorry,” he said, “but have you seen a toad at all?”
When they shook their heads, he wailed, “I’ve lost him! He keeps getting away from me!”
“He’ll turn up,” said Harry.
“Yes,” said the boy miserably. “Well, if you see him . . .”
He left.
“Don’t know why he’s so bothered,” said Ron. “If I’d brought a toad I’d lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can’t talk.” The rat was still snoozing on Ron’s lap.
“He might have died and you wouldn’t know the difference,” said Ron in disgust. “I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn’t work. I’ll show you, look. .”
‘’Thought you weren’t allowed to practice magic outside Hogwarts,’’ asked Harry while Ron looked for his wand.
‘’Yeah well, you’re not allowed, but the Ministry of Magic simply controls whether someone practiced magic in a household, not who used it, they just know it has been used. So those who live in houses with wizard parents can use them.’’
‘’That’s not fair,’’ said Harry smiling
Y/n shrugged ‘’I practiced a few spells, but also small ones we are free to use, it’s the big spells you want to avoid.’’
‘’Good to know,’’ said Harry smiling now looking back at Ron.
He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.
“Unicorn hair’s nearly poking out. Anyway —”
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
“Has anyone seen a toad? Neville’s lost one,” she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair, and rather large front teeth.
“We’ve already told him we haven’t seen it,” said Ron, but the girl wasn’t listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
“Oh, are you doing magic? Let’s see it, then.”
She sat down on the little space between the cabin wall and the mountain of sweets. Ron looked taken aback.
“Er — all right.”
He cleared his throat.
“Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.”
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed gray and fast asleep.
“Are you sure that’s a real spell?” said the girl. “Well, it’s not very good, is it? I’ve tried a few simple spells just for practice and it’s all worked for me. Nobody in my family’s magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it’s the very best school of witchcraft there is, I’ve heard — I’ve learned all our course books by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough — I’m Hermione Granger, by the way," she introduced herself when she realized she hadn't. "who are you?”
She said all this very fast Harry looked at Ron and Y/n and was relieved to see by their stunned face that neither had learned all the course books by heart either.
“I’m Ron Weasley,” Ron muttered.
‘’Y/n Black’’ Said Y/n with a smile
“Harry Potter,” said Harry.
“Are you really?” said Hermione. “I know all about you, of course — I got a few extra books for background reading, and you’re in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.”
“Am I?” said Harry, feeling dazed.
“Goodness, didn’t you know, I’d have found out everything I could if it was me,” said Hermione. “Do either of you know what House you’ll be in? I’ve been asking around, and I hope I’m in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn’t be too bad. . . . Anyway, we’d better go and look for Neville’s toad. You three better change, you know, I expect we’ll be there soon.”
And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
“Whatever House I’m in, I hope she’s not in it,” said Ron.
‘’I don’t want to be mean but I kind of agree with you.’’ Said Y/n.
Ron threw his wand back into his trunk. “Stupid spell — George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud.”
“What House are your brothers in?” asked Harry.
“Gryffindor,” said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. “Mum and Dad were in it, too. I don’t know what they’ll say if I’m not. I don’t suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin.”
“That’s the House Vol-, I mean, You-Know-Who was in?” asked Harry
“Yeah,” said Ron.
‘’I don’t think Slytherin is all that bad. I could be in it, all my family got sorted into it apparently.’’ Said Y/n
‘’Well, I hope you don’t get sorted in there,’’ said Ron.
‘’You want to go to Gryffindor right?’’ Asked Harry
‘’Yes, how did you know,’’ asked Y/n slightly surprised.
‘’I remembered, from the store, you said it to that other blonde kid.’’
‘’Oh right! I did say it.’’ y/n said smiling. She had already forgotten.
Ron sighed as he flopped back into his seat, looking depressed gaining the attention of Harry and Y/n who may have stared for too long at each other.
“You know, I think the ends of Scabbers’ whiskers are a bit lighter,” said Harry, trying to take Ron’s mind off Houses. “So what do your oldest brothers do now that they’ve left, anyway?”
Harry was wondering what a wizard did once he’d finished school.
“Charlie’s in Romania studying dragons and Bill’s in Africa doing something for Gringotts,” said Ron. “Did you hear about Gringotts? It’s been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don’t suppose you get that with the Muggles — someone tried to rob a high-security vault.”
“Really? What happened to them?” asked Harry.
“Nothing, that’s why it’s such big news. They haven’t been caught. My dad says it must’ve been a powerful Dark wizard to get around Gringotts, but they don’t think they took anything, that’s what’s odd. ’Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who’s behind it.”
“What’s your Quidditch team?” Ron asked.
“Er — I don’t know any,” Harry confessed.
“What!” Ron looked dumbfounded. “Oh, you wait, it’s the best game in the world —” And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he’d been to with his brothers and the broomstick he’d like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn’t Neville the toadless boy, or Hermione Granger this time.
Three boys entered, and Harry recognized the middle one at once: It was the pale boy from Madam Malkin’s robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he’d shown back in Diagon Alley.
‘’Oh, Y/n you’re here. I’ve been looking all over the train for you. Wait, Is it true?” he said when he caught sight of Harry. “They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s here. So it’s you, is it?”
“Yes,” said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy, they looked like bodyguards.
“Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle,” said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. “And my name’s Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
“Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford.”
Y/n was not smiling at this point.
He turned back to Harry. “You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it.
“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.
Draco Malfoy didn’t go red, but a pink tinge appeared on his pale cheeks.
“I’d be careful if I were you, Potter,” he said slowly. “Unless you’re a bit politer you’ll go the same way as your parents. They didn’t know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it’ll rub off on you.”
Y/n hadn’t moved yet. She was slowly thinking of a way to get back at Draco for being such a foul git already.
Both Harry and Ron stood up. “Say that again,” Ron said, his face as red as his hair.
“Oh, you’re going to fight us, are you?” Malfoy sneered.
“Unless you get out now,” said Harry, more bravely than he felt.
“But we don’t feel like leaving, do we, boys? We’ve eaten all our food and you still seem to have some.”
Goyle reached toward the Chocolate Frogs next to Ron — Ron leaped forward, but before he’d so much as touch Goyle, Goyle let out a horrible yell. Scabbers the rat was hanging off his finger, sharp little teeth sunk deep into Goyle’s knuckle — Crabbe and Malfoy backed away as Goyle swung Scabbers round and round, howling, and when Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window.
Crabbe and Goyle left, and Draco stayed behind and looked at Y/n. ‘’You coming?’’
Y/n glared at him and he gulped. Harry and Ron didn’t miss his expression of panic since they glanced at each other smiling.
Y/n stood up. ‘’Oh I’m coming all right,’’ she said smiling, it not reaching her eyes as she grabbed Draco’s robes and pulled him away from the cabin.
‘’What was that’’ Asked Y/n as she tapped her foot on the floor her arms crossed in front of her chest while she glared down at Draco and his two stupid friends.
‘’I was offering Potter a great offer, but him and he stupid poor friend-’’
‘’Draco, all you had to do was speak to him like a normal kid rather than the blood-obsessed git you become when you put on airs! I wanted all of us to be friends! but you had to go and ruin it! You’re saying you’re sorry.’’
‘’What!? No, I’m not!’’ he protested as he stood up.
‘’Do it, or I’m telling Aunt Cissy you broke her favorite vase while flying with the broom she told you not to fly with inside the library. And where you hid the broken pieces because we didn’t know the repair spell so you’re waiting until we learn it at Hogwarts to do it!’’
Draco gasped. ‘’You won't!’’
‘’I would and I WILL if you don’t say you’re sorry,’’
‘’Alright, I will’’ he sighed knowing he has no choice.
‘’Great!’’ she said now smiling patting his head and grimacing as soon as she felt the gel stick to her hand.
‘’Honestly, Draco don’t use all this gel. Believe me, you look way better without.’’
She said as she left for her compartment.
“We will be reaching Hogwarts in five minutes. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.” suddenly said a voice. Y/n smiled excitedly as she hurried back.
‘’Ready for Hogwarts!’’’ asked Y/n as she quickly grabbed her bag with her uniform inside. ‘’Change into your uniforms, I’ll go change into mine. See you in a bit! Oh and by the way, sorry about Draco. I gave him a stern talking right now. More like blackmailed him but do tell me if he says he’s sorry.’’
‘’Don’t worry’’ said Harry smiling glad she defended them.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way toward the door and out onto a tiny, dark platform.
“First years! Firs’ years over here! All right there, Harry?” Yelled the giant saying hi to Hagrid.
“C’mon, follow me — any more firs’ years? Mind yer step, now! Firs’ years follow me!”
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark on either side of them that Y/n feared this was the forbidden forest her cousin drilled into her head to stay away from at all costs.
“Yeh’ll get yer firs’ sight o’ Hogwarts in a sec,” Hagrid called over his shoulder, “just round this bend here.”
There were loud gasps and soon whispers filled the silent air. Y/nn took the sight of the castle in. This would be her home for the next 7 years, and she was so eager to start them already.
“No more’n four to a boat!” Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Y/n instantly pulled Harry and Ron by their hands surprising them both, to an empty boat, still missing one she beckoned the bushy-haired girl with them.
“Everyone in?” shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself. “Right then — FORWARD!”
Everyone fell silent and stared up at the massive castle above their heads. It towered over them as they swam closer and closer to the reef he was standing on.
“Heads down!” yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy that hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried through a dark tunnel that seemed to pass just under the castle until they reached some sort of underground harbor, from where they clambered over rocks and pebbles.
“Oy, you there! Is this your toad?” said Hagrid, who was checking the boats as people climbed out of them.
“Trevor!” cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid’s lamp, coming out at last onto smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle. They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.
“Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?”
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.
AND THE REST WAS HISTORY. no fr I’m not writing more for the first year, I’m skipping straight for book 3, thx for reading btw, If there are any errors do tell me please, I’m more than happy to change them.