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This fanfiction is about me, myself and I.

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Song of the chapter is... Melodies - Madison Beer

I sat by the T.V. while my parents were cleaning up the house, with magic.

My dad is taking me to Diagon Alley to get my school things later.

My name is Amelia, Amelia Halman. I was born in 1980 on May 30th. And I'm eleven now.

I expect I'll be going to Hogwarts in a few weeks.

I come from a pure-blood family. I honestly don't think muggle-borns are that bad, neither do my parents. They get disgusted by the term 'Mudblood'.

They never really told me what it means.

"Amelia!" My dad yelled from over in the next room.

"What!" I yelled back at him.

"Time to go! Get your shoes on!" He said and I got up reluctantly.

"Hurry up!" He yelled.

"Coming!" I yelled.

I put my shoes on and my dad opened the door for me. "To Diagon Alley!" I said cheerfully.

"Come on, then, lets go!" He said.

I raced to the car and climbed into the front seat.

"Are you excited for Hogwarts?" My dad asked. Oh, no, time for the daily Halman questioning.

"Yes." I answered, turning on and turning up the stereo.

The rest of the ride was silent.

I re-read the supplies paper for about the four-hundredth time.

"Dad, can we get my uniform first?" I asked.

"Sure."

We entered The Leaky Cauldron and I saw a boy shaking hands with the barman.

The boy had big round glasses, dark hair that stuck up in all directions, and I could barely see the lightning scar on his head.

"Oy! Barry! It's Harry Potter!" the bartender said.

"Nice to meet you Harry, hope you have a good time at Hogwarts. This is my daughter Amelia. I presume she will be in your year." My dad said shaking his hand.

Harry Potter was a little less magnificent than I first thought, he had the scar on his head, all right. Honestly he looked scrawny. In the muggle world he would have been just a regular kid on the street. He probably got bullied a lot, judging by some bruises on his arms.

"Hi, I'm Amelia." I said, shaking his hand.

Harry POV

The girl was judging me, I was sure of it.

"Hi, I'm Amelia." she said, shaking my hand.

"Name's Harry. Good to meet you." I said.

"My family owes you a lot. So I want to say thank you for defeating Voldy. I'll see you later." She said. She looked genuinely grateful.

"Okay, bye." I said, kind of confused about what she had meant.

"Come on, Amelia. Let's go." Her father said.

They left through the back door.

"That would be where we're headed." Hagrid said.

"Hagrid, what did Amelia mean by her family owing me a lot?" I asked.

"Well, you-know-who got some death eaters by putting the Imperius curse on them. Mr and Mrs Halman are examples of that. Good kids, they were, some of the only good Slytherins out there. I hope their daughter follows in their footsteps." Hagrid said.

"Oh." What's a Slytherin?

Amelia POV

"Madam Malkin, I'll be over there." Father said.

"Come dearie, I'll get you fitted." Malkin said to me.

She led me to a back room to where a boy with super white-blonde hair and very pale skin was being fitted.

"Hullo." He said to me "Morning." I responded.

"What's your name?" He asked, as if not caring. I think he was one of the Malfoy's but I wasn't sure. "Amelia, Amelia Halman." I said.

"The name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Are you a first year?"

I nodded. I stepped onto a stool and a lady in a blue dress slipped a robe over my head and began adjusting it to fit me.

"Are you a pure blood witch or a Mudblood?" He said without looking at me.

I probably looked shocked that he would say such a thing, and I was. If I ever Mudblood, I would be tossed onto the street for a week.

"How could you say that?!" I asked alarmed.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"If I said... that word I wouldn't be able to eat for a month!"

"But, are you one?" He said.

"No, I'm a pure-blood."

He decided to drop the subject after that.

"Do you know what house you'll be in yet?"

"Probably Slytherin, my parents were, good ones." I said.

"Yeah, me too." He said.

We weren't talking for a few minutes, and I heard him speak to someone else

"Hullo, Hogwarts too?" Draco said.

"Yes." said a voice I recognized to be Harry Potter's.

"My father's next door buying my books and my mother's up the street looking at wands." Draco drawled "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms."

I pretty much zoned out of that conversation, not really bothering to tell Draco who he was talking to. Harry left and Draco went back to talking to me.

"Can you believe him?!" He asked meanly.

"I know him." I said, with a certain proudness.

"Really? Whats his name? I didn't get to ask it." Draco asked looking shocked that he didn't know something.

"Potter." I answered

"You're joking!" he yelled, making his seamstress jump.

"Nope."

"Why didn't you tell me before!" this almost sounded like an order, not a question.

"Well, if you're going to use that kind of tone, I don't think I'd oblige to answer that question." I said. The key to confidence is speaking your mind (also walking like you own the place).

"Please?"

"I wasn't really listening. To be honest, I don't care. Not that much anyways."

"Oh."

"You're done dearie, your father will see you in the lobby." The nice seamstress lady said to me. You know, I was tired of calling her that.

"Thank you. You know, I never really learned your name?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't usually get asked that. My name's Daphne." She said, blushing.

"Pleased to meet you, Daphne! Here's a tip!" I said, and I handed her two bronze knuts.

"Th-thank you!" she said cheerfully.

"Pleasure." I smiled at her.

I said bye to Draco, who looked dumbfounded by what just happened, that I had given Daphne a tip and bothered to learn her name.

My father and I left the shop.

We had already gotten everything on the list, except for my wand and my owl OR cat OR toad.

"Daddy, can we get an animal?" I asked.

"Yep, the Menagerie is right up the street."

We went to the Magical Menagerie and bought a beautiful sleek black kitten, she was one of the most adorable things I had ever seen.

So, of course, I bought her.

"Her name is Marianne and she likes strawberries." The nice lady over the counter had explained, coincidentally, I loved strawberries!

Now we were going to get my wand.

As we walked into Ollivander's I heard a bell ring from behind the counter.

"Barry! Welcome back, guess who I just had come into my shop?" asked a squat man with eyes that looked as clear as water, "Harry Potter!" he finished.

"We just met him, back at The Leaky Cauldron." Father said.

"Oh, this must be your daughter!" He said, "My name is Mr Ollivander, hope you like your time at Hogwarts. I know your father did." Mr Ollivander said, shaking my hand.

"Ah, now back to why you're really here."

He pulled out a measuring tape and it started measuring me, all by itself.

after Mr Ollivander had finished his speech about no two Ollivander wands are the same, he picked up a turquoise box and took out a pure white wand.

"Try this." he said.

I gave it a wave and Mr Ollivander took it from my hands.

"No, no no no. Here try this." He said taking a pretty wand in a lilac box, I noticed it had a pretty design on it.

"Unicorn Hair, Dogwood, Nine and fourteen inches, Unyielding." Mr Ollivander said, handing me the wand.

I took the wand and felt an icy cold in my fingers. It shot a beam of white sparks and Mr Ollivander clapped, "Well, Amelia, the wand chooses the witch. And I must say you seem very suitable for this wand... That will be seven Galleons, thank you." Mr Ollivander bid us farewell and resumed dusting the shelves.

"Okay, sweetie. Have a good year." Mum said. I hugged her.

"Goodbye, Champ." Dad said to me. I hugged him too.

"Four years... I want to go instead of Amelia, Amelia's a dumbo!" My eight year old brother whined. That was the best goodbye I was probably going to get.

"Adam!" Mum said.

"It's alright, mum. I'm smarter than him so he's probably more of a dumbo than I am." I laughed.

"Have a good year, honey." Mum said, hugging me.

The train whistled.

"Bye!" I waved at them before jumping on the train.

"Good morning, mind if I sit here?" I heard someone ask.

I looked to see a boy who had brown hair, holding a toad in his hands.

"Uh, sure." I said "I'm Amelia, by the way."

"N-Neville." the boy said.

"Nice to meet you, Neville." I smiled at him, "That toad is adorable."

"Th-thank you."

"No prob."

"S-so what, what, um." He said, awkwardly.

"How 'bout I ask the questions, if you want." I smiled warmly.

"So, what house do you think you'll be in?" I asked.

"I-I don't know. Probably not Gryffindor, though." He stammered.

"My family has all been in Slytherin, so that's probably my house."

Neville looked startled by this. "But-but you-you're s-so nice!" He said courageously.

"Thank you!" I said brightly, "But Slytherin isn't all about being evil. My family has been in Slytherin because of determination and wit. I don't really care for being evil, I'm actually quite friendly." I said.

"I agree." Neville said.

We sat there, talking about our parents and classes until twin redheaded boys came in.

"Hullo, did you know Harry Potter is in a compartment down the train!" One of the boys said.

"He has the scar and everything!" his twin finished.

"Well, goodbye, then." one of the twins said.

"Oh, by the way, I'm George and this is Fred." George said.

"Good-bye then" George said, and they left. They said all that very quickly.

"Is this compartment open? Every where else is full." I heard a girl's voice say. I turned around to see a small girl with bushy brown hair and a overbearing voice, she had already changed into her robes.

"Y-yes." Neville stammered.

"Hello, what's your name?" I asked.

"My name is Hermione Granger. Good to meet you." the girl - Hermione - said.

"Amelia Halman, this is Neville. Pleasure!" I said.

"Are you two in first year?" Hermione asked.

"Yes." Neville and I answered.

"Have you tried any spells yet?" she asked, but we weren't able to answer because she kept on going, "I have, just a few practice spells and it's all worked for me. No one in my family's magic at all so it was such a pleasant surprise when I got my letter, I was really very pleased, wizard schooling beats muggle schooling by far. Do you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around and I would most like being in Gryffindor, sounds like the best house by far. Though, I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be that bad. What house are you two thinking you're going to be in?" She said this very fast. A skill that I would never have.

"Um, well I think I'll be in Slytherin," Hermione looked very interested and a little concerned, "but not because I'm evil or anything! My family has usually been in Slytherin because of wit and because we're regarded as high-class pure-bloods. Or something like that." I finished quickly.

"I'm n-not g-going to be in G-gryffindor. I know it." Neville wailed.

"Don't worry Neville, maybe you'll be in Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff or Slytherin, the hat's not going to keep you there forever, don't worry." I said, trying to comfort him.

"Y-yeah, I guess." he sniffed.

"TREVOR! Ive lost him!" Neville yelled, Hermione and I exchanged questioning glaces, "My toad, Trevor!" He told us. Ooh. Now I get it.

"Come on, Neville, let's go find your toad. Come on!" Hermione shooed him out the door.

"TREVOR! TREVOR!" Neville yelled.

"Um, guys, I think I'll stay here." I said.

"Okay." Hermione said.

Neville came back later, sniffing.

Hermione didn't.

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