Um, hi. I really had no intentions of posting this so early, but I typed it, so it's up. This is my Harry Potter story. Deal with it. Hopefully you enjoy. More stuff will be up later. Um, please review if you want to. And yea, it's a prolouge, that's why it's for Year One. Continue...
Year Three
Prologue
Year One: Because Knowing Who You're Stuck With Makes Things Worse, Take The Easy Way Out And Act Like You Don't Notice Them
I had finally come to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which, unlike my fellow first years, hadn't particularly been a source of excitement for me. True, I wanted to be a witch, if only because magic was what I had, but I wasn't the type to get overexcited because the chance was finally happening. In fact, I only appreciated being here because it was a relief from the boredom that came from being stuck in a house all day.
I was an extremely odd eleven-year-old.
Even the Sorting that was taking place at the moment wasn't enough to make me excited. After all, it was inevitable where I would end up. My family was pureblooded and proud of it (though not at the level other wizarding families took it), which pretty much handed me to Slytherin. There was also the added point that both my parents had been in Slytherin, making the choice even more obvious. Whether or not my placing into the house was a good thing or not, I really didn't know, or particularly care. I just hoped that they would get to the M's soon so I could sit down and eat.
I listened in to the witch, who had previously introduced herself as Professor McGonagall, reading off names, to see what point of the alphabet we had hit. Luckily for me, it was close to my own. Unfortunately for me, it was someone I recognized.
"Malfoy, Draco."
I internally winced. I had met him a long time ago, when we were kids, simply because our parents were acquainted with each other. Though I did have a pleasant memory of shoving the guy into a pond on my family's estate, I remembered the only reason I had done so was because I had found the six-year-old to be a pompous brat. From the smirk on his face, I figured that not much had changed since then. Nevertheless, I watched to see the Sorting with its result that would be just as obvious as mine.
"Slytherin!" the hat bellowed across the hall. Despite barely toughing his head, part of Draco's hair had gone out of place and I stifled a smirk of my own. He really hadn't changed physically much, either. Same silver-blond hair and silver-gray eyes. I shook my head and decided against following him as he walked to the Slytherin table.
"Matrons, Ivrena," McGonagall called, making me wince at my full first name. I hated when people called me that. Even my parents didn't call me that. If anybody here did so, I would find the nastiest curse I could control at my level and unleash it on them.
I walked up to the stool where the hat was, not particularly caring that all eyes were on me. I lightly sat down, and waited for what was going to come.
"Slytherin!" the hat quickly called again, though not as immediate as it had been with Draco. I took the hat off and headed down to my assigned table.
Part of me toyed with the idea of going down and sitting by him, just to see how he reacted to me. I knew it would throw off whatever cool act he was trying to go on, especially bringing up the pond part, but decided against it. After all, if I messed with him now, that would probably just cause him to try to get revenge against me, and I just wasn't up for that. Instead, I opted out for sitting next to an extremely happy girl (don't know why I did it, I normally don't like those types of people) with long dark blue hair. She seemed to have cleared a large amount of space around her for some reason, making taking a spot easy.
My years at Hogwarts would not turn out anywhere near what I had expected.