Wrote this last year, about 4500 words of it. I probably won't continue, but here's the first chapter of what I wrote. Going to add all of it.
On the day I turned eleven, the letter came just as we expected. Right on time. Now it was time for me to actually go to Hogwarts. It was Thursday, August 23rd, when my parents and I walked onto Platform nine and three quarters. Some would say we looked out of place. My parents looked nasty, cruel, and unforgiving, with a nasty girl by their side, their black clothes rugged with dirt and tears. I knew my parents were death eaters, and they were some of Voldemort's favorites before he disappeared. I had little hope in my future becoming more than being a death eater. I wasn't taught hope. I had no friends, besides Draco, a journal and my cat, Ink. I awkwardly boarded the train, after a brief hug with my parents.
It seemed like everywhere was empty. Except for one car. I knocked on the window, tucking my brown hair to the side, and called out, "Can I come in?" Draco Malfoy, a boy with slicked back blonde hair, nodded. He and I were friends, because of our parents.
"Didn't expect to see you coming to our place, Olive," Draco exclaimed, "Thought you'd find someone else, but nevermind." Draco shook his head. "Allow me to introduce Crabbe, and Goyle." I shook their hands, and smiled.
"Guess they finally decided to send the little brother, didn't they?" I teased, reminding Draco of his brother, Slate. Draco rolled his eyes.
"Never mention my idiot of a brother," growled Draco. I rolled my eyes. Slate was the older Malfoy brother, the kind, patient one. Draco and his parents hated Slate, saying he was just a mistake.
"Bet you'll be in Hufflepuff," someone teased me. I turned to see Pansy Parkinson, my rival.
"Tut tut, of course not! Slytherin, of course!" Draco defended me. I smiled, then pulled out my wand.
"I know a spell. Wanna see it?" I said quietly. Draco nodded, smirking. I held my wand in the air. "Lumos Maxima." Suddenly, light burst from the end of my wand. "I use it at night."
"That's cool!" Draco exclaimed. I lowered my wand, and muttered a counter curse. The light went out.
Hours later, we arrived at Hogwarts. We all grabbed our bags, and carry on items, and exited the car.
"Hurry up, little 'uns. Get moving!" a rough voice said. I looked up, to see a giant man, with a large hairy beard, and roughly 8 feet tall, and gasped.
"Who… who are you?" I gulped, nervous.
"Hagrid, keeper of keys. And you?" the giant man asked. I smiled.
"Olive Riggs, pleasure to meet you," I said. Hagrid gulped. He had heard my last name, and it wasn't a good thing.
"Nice to meet you," he said, with a frown on his face, and he covered it up with a friendly smile. "Welcome to Hogwarts." He motioned me on, and we blinked through the dark lighting. I whispered Lumos Maxima, and light burst from my wand again. I whispered the countercurse, doubting my decision.
I was ushered into the crowd, and I stayed close to Draco.
"Get into a boat, please," an old, gnarly man growled. Draco and I decided to go into a boat with Pansy Parkinson, Crabbe, and Goyle. We boarded, staying close to the edge, and gazed up.
Looming above everyone was a narrow castle, shadowy, but with charm. It towered over everyone. The moon was hung above the castle's main tower, with a light shadowing the lake. An eerie feeling crept over the lake.
"Woah…" muttered Draco, in awe. I stood, awestruck, as the boats neared the castle. Finally, we arrived at the docks and were ushered out of the boats. We all stood together, and a thin, elderly woman stood at the front of the group.
"Welcome to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I am Professor McGonagall, teacher of transfiguration and head of the Gryffindor house. You will enter a hall, where you will get sorted by a hat called the Sorting Hat. Once sorted, you will take your seat with your peers from that house. There are four houses. Hufflepuff, Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin," Professor McGonagall explained. I gazed in awe, as Draco began a conversation with a boy. The crowd entered the hall, and stood in between two tables. The first name was called.
"Diana Gale," the Professor called out. A girl with long, dark brown hair walked up to the chair. The Professor placed the hat on her head. Draco leaned over to me.
"Bet she's a mudblood," he sneered. I nodded.
"Mudbloods are always messed up. But didn't your father say he worked with a Gale in the ministry?" I whispered. Draco shrugged. We had entirely missed what house the girl was sorted into due to our conversation. Minutes later, Draco was called. The hat wasn't on his head, when the sorting hat called out "Slytherin!" He smiled in my direction, and sat at the long Slytherin table. The next name.
"Harry Potter."
The entire hall was awestruck. Harry Potter, the boy who survived Voldemort. I was shocked. It stayed on his head, until it decided Gryffindor.
A lot later, my name was called, Olive Riggs. I walked to the chair, looking like a girl on a mission. This next minute would decide the rest of my life. Would I forever be shadowed, following my parents footsteps, or escape the agony and live peacefully? But if were to escape, who would my friends be? If I were to be in Slytherin, my life would go as my parents had planned. I would marry Draco, and live a gloomy life in their shadow. Unless I escaped. Finally, I walked to the chair, and sat down. The Professor let the hat slip down onto my head. And the hat spoke to me.
"Are you to be in Slytherin or Gryffindor?" it said. I shrugged, unknowing. The sorting hat didn't wait for my response, because I truly didn't know.
"Slytherin," decided the sorting hat, and it was done. Gloomily, I walked to the Slytherin house's table, and sat beside Draco. Draco's face seemed to melt when he saw I wasn't excited to be in Slytherin.
"What's wrong?" Draco asked. But I didn't reply, captured in my own thoughts. Slytherin.