A/N: So, I ended up going through my writings after I noticed that I had kinda neglected writing/updating my writings here. The main reason why I hadn´t updated this for a long while, is that I started to rewrite it as I was kind of unhappy about the mess I had written in later chapters of what I had published earlier. So, I´m starting to work on this more and gonna publish the rewritten version with the new chapters following. Someday... As fast as my uni studies will allow.

To old readers (if those will still find this), the basic plotline this story and the chapters used won´t changes, just some additions and maybe more details and such. Previously this was published till chapter 9, new version will most likely have one or two chapters more to that same point that was described in chapter 9.

For everyone, enjoy the chapter :)

I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.

Chapter one
The Hogwarts Express

Platinum blond girl was walking through the Hogwarts Express trying to find an empty compartment, or at least one that wasn't full of people who seemed to know each other from before. So far, she hadn't been lucky and she was slowly getting annoyed, really annoyed. One thing was to walk through a long train, but walking through a long train while dragging big and heavy trunk was completely another thing. And unfortunately for eleven year old Freja the latter was exactly her situation.

There had been two things that had contributed to Freja's current situation. First, her parents had planned their arrival at Kings Cross Station the way that they had 15 minutes to board the Train. Reason for this was that her father didn't want to be seen by anyone. What they hadn't counted on was her mother freaking out about the fact that they would have to run through a wall to get at platform 9 ¾. So, when they finally managed to make it through the barrier, though only Freja and her mother, Freja had only enough time to run into the train before it departed. In the end, she didn't even have time to hug her mother goodbye.

Freja was almost ready to give up and spend the whole ride sitting on her trunk in the hallway when she finally managed to find completely empty compartment at the end of the train. With quite loud ‚finally', the girl rushed inside the compartment before someone else could steal it from her, not that she had seen anyone else wandering around the train in search of empty compartment. She left her trunk on the floor under the table because it was too heavy for her to lift up, and sat down next to the window.

The girl had felt sad when her father had told her that he wouldn't be going through the barrier. In fact, he wasn't planning on coming to London with them at all at first, but then her mother had overtalked him into coming. That had made Freja happy because truth to be told, she had always been daddy's girl and she wasn't ashamed to admit it. She loved her father and he loved her. She wanted to scream to the whole world that she was his daughter. Only not so long ago she had learned that she couldn't do that.

She had been six when her father had told her and her mother that she was different. That she was a witch. At first Freja had thought it had been a joke, but soon the things she had been able to do were pointed out to her by her father. Things like healing their dog's small wounds or bringing dead plants to life. And that was what had made the six-year-old girl believe her father's words. Well, and he had told her that he was a wizard, too.

The train had departed only about twenty minutes ago, but Freja already missed her parents really much. She tore her gaze away from the scenery outside the window and took her wand out. The memories this little thing in her hands brought made her smile. „Do you have a magical wand, Daddy?" little Freja had asked her father with so much enthusiams that only six year old could have. But her dad had looked at her with sad expression and shaked his head.

„I used to, little princess. However, I don't have it anymore", he had taken Freja's hand in his and started to rub the back of her hand, like he always did when she was sad.
„Why not?" she couldn't understand why her Daddy didn't have magical wand, he had just told her that he was a wizard and every wizard had a magical wand in movies and stories.
„It's a long story, princess", he kissed her on the forehead and continued with wide smile. „But guess what? One day, very soon, you will have your very own magical wand."
„I will?" she had forgotten about being sad and was back to the happy and excited little girl she was when her father had told that she was a witch.

Later her dad had told her and her mother the story behind not having his wand. Last summer, to be exact. And oh boy, it wasn't anything Freja had expected. It wasn't story about great adventure where a great wizard lost his magical wand while trying to save a princess. No, it was story about war and ugliness. Story about wrong choices, mistakes and regrets.

Of course at that point Freja knew that her dad had left out a lot of things when explaining things to her. She didn't know what kinds of things and why would her daddy keep something from her, but the fight her parents had that summer was the ugliest she had ever witnessed. That fight was the reason she knew, even if she was only ten years old at that time, that there was way more to the story than she was told.

That fight was also the way she learned that it wasn't David Vinter's Story. It was Draco Malfoy's story. Her Daddy hadn't just left the magical world she was about to enter, but he had made sure that no one would find him by breaking his wand, changing his name and moving to Finland.

Freja was brought back to reality by the sound of compartment door opening. A boy with messy black hair and green eyes framed in round glasses appeared in the door.

„Hi", he said smiling. She immediately recognized him from her father's stories. It was impossible not to recognize him. Well, and there was also the fact that she had seen the article about the Potters in Daily Prophet a few days ago when she and her parents where shopping for her school supplies in Diagon Alley. „Can I join you? Everywhere else is too full."

„Um…" Freja wasn't exactly sure what to say. Her father had told her to be careful around Potters. Not because he hated them or thought that they weren't good enough for his little princess, but because he was concerned that they would quickly connect her platinum blond hair and grey eyes to the Malfoy bloodline. Her father was sure that if anyone found out that she was Malfoy, her life would turn into living hell. „I guess. Yeah."

„Thanks", Potter said smiling and sat across Freja. He then stretched his hand to her. „I'm Albus."

„I'm Freja", she shook his hand without hesitation. Against her father's believes, Freja doubted that children, who had most likely only seen her father´s pictures, would make the connection after a bit of small talk. In the end her father had told her many times that while she took after her father's side in looks, her personality came her mother's side. „Nice to meet you, Albus."

„Yes, nice to meet you", he seemed somewhat relieved, which puzzled Freja a bit, but she decided not to think about it. In the end everyone had their own secrets and problems and whatever. Freja herself was a good example of that. „First year?"

„Yeah", Freja answered while putting her wand away. She had finally realized that she still had it in her hands. Then, she continued with a question that was quite unnecessary as the article in Prophet had been about the fact that Albus Potter was starting his studies in Hogwarts. „You?"

„Yeah, me too", he answered with a smile, but there was something in his voice. A hint of fear, Freja realized. „Which house do you wanna get in?"

„I…" for the second time in few last minutes Freja wasn't sure what to say. Sure, her daddy had told her all about the four houses and the fact that Malfoy's always went to Slytherin and part of her was sure she will end up in Ravenclaw because of her love for books and studying, but she couldn't tell all that because of the half lie she and her parents had agreed on. „I'm not sure… I mean I have read about the four houses, but I don't know. I'm muggleborn so all this is still quite new to me."

„Muggleborn?" he raised his eyebrow in surprise, but quickly put on a more real smile and seemingly relaxed. „That explains it."

„Explains what?" Freja asked curiously.

„Nothing", he grinned at her and then continued about the houses. „You said you had read about the houses… Any idea where you will end up?"

„I haven't thought that much about it", she answered honestly. It didn't matter to her which house she would get into and her father had said that no matter which house she would end up in, she will still be his little princess. So, she really hadn't thought that much about it. However, her mum had thought a lot about it. „My mum says I will most likely end up in Ravenclaw. She spend hours researching the houses from the books. I was best in my class in muggle school and I love studying, so she's sure about that. Though my dad thinks I might very well end up in Hufflepuff because of my blind loyalty to my best friend. What about you?"

„I see", he said and then his smile disappeared for a second and he seemed to be lost in his thoughts. „I don't know either. My family has a long history of ending up in Gryffindor and my older brother is in there so it is likely that I will end up there, too. Though there is possibility that I will end up somewhere else."

The way he said somewhere else made Freja think that he knew exactly what that somewhere else was, but he didn't seem to want to specify for some reason. It also seemed to bother him.

„Would it be bad if you ended up somewhere else?" she finally asked after wondering for few moments if she should keep on talking about it. „I mean, would you have problems with your family?"

„Not really", Albus answered and looked out of the window. „I mean my parents have told me that no matter which house I'll end up in, they will be proud and that house will be lucky to have me."

„I'm sure that's true", Freja said with a smile. She was about to change the topic when the compartment door opened and an older girl with red hair appeared.

„Here you are, Al!" she exclaimed and rushed to the boy, dragging him up. She seemed really agitated for some reason. „I've been searching for you all over the train!"

„Molly, calm down!" Albus said and tried to release his hand from the girl's grip. „What's wrong?"

„James!" was all the girl said and that name had a really strange effect on Albus. He froze and his face went totally pale.

„What did he do?" his words were only a whisper. This all had spiked Freja's interest as she knew that James must be Albus' older brother. Taking that into consideration, his reaction was quite strange.

„You will see", Molly said simply and started to drag the pale boy out of the door. Freja watched this scene silently, partly amused by it. Being dragged out of the compartment seemed to bring Albus out of the trance and he turned his head to look at Freja.

„Was nice to meet you! See you at the feast?" he asked, but there was no chance for Freja to answer as he was already dragged out of her sight.

„See you", she shook her head with wide smile, which kind of surprised her, and turned her attention to the window once again.

Albus let his older cousin drag him for a few meters before he stopped in his tracks causing Molly's grip on his hand slip.

„Come one Albus!" she turned around and almost screamed with frustration. „We need to hurry before your dear older brother will embarrass all of us in front of the whole school!"

„I'm coming, I'm coming", Albus muttered as he continued walking after his cousin. He was about to ask what exactly his brother was doing to cause such a big fuss, but he didn't have to.

They were halfway to the compartment that his cousins were occupying when he spotted James. Or Albus wasn't exactly sure if he had seen or heard his brother first, but what he saw made him pale even more.

„Albus! Where are you?" James was running around and barging into every compartment, one after another and screaming like a ten-year-old girl. „Albus Potter! Where are you?! Mum will kill me if she finds out that I lost you on the train!"

„Potter?! What the hell?!" came from the compartment that James looked into, but after he saw that Albus wasn't there he closed the door and rushed to another compartment.

„Albus..!" Albus had finally snapped out of his shock and rushed to his older brother and grabbed him by his ear. James yelped form the pain and looked at Albus in surprise. „Albus! I found you!"

„No James, I found you", Albus muttered, apologized to the Ravenclaws that were occupying the compartment and started to drag his brother back to their compartment. „Now, let´s go while you still haven't managed to embarras us in front of the whole school, just half of it."

After they had reached their compartment, James and Albus started to argue about if Albus had the right to dissappear and how James reacted to that. After a while, everyone present got tired of that and Potter-Weasleys ended up turning their attention to Rose's and Albus' upcoming sorting.

At the same time, on another side of the train Freja was sitting alone in her compartment, watching scenery behind the window and wondering about if she had made a mistake by talking to Albus Potter in the first place.

A/N: So, this was the first chapter of the story´s new version. Part of this chapter was in old first chapter, but the train ride wasn´t this long and sorting will have its own chapter. So, first additional chapter added, yay lol

Old readers, feel free to leave your opinion about new chapter, and new readers you are welcome to leave any comments :)

Oh! One thing I should mention - Scorpius Malfoy doesn't exist in this world. - not changing from old version, haha.

- Asta B.