Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns all the characters, locations, etc. except the stuff I created. (Sorry I'm not a professional at disclaimers)
AN: Hello, folks. This is my very first fan fiction. I have read many, though! My notes and work might not be up to par yet, but I assure you, I will get better. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
The first of September had always been a sad day in my book. My siblings would all leave for school one by one, leaving me behind. I was excited, this year, to instead board the Hogwarts Express. I had new robes, books, and an old owl named Mr. Rodgers the third. I saw people I didn't know hugging and saying goodbyes that I would never have. My parents died last year and I lived with my grandparents on my mother's side. The crash was fatal and they died in an instant. I was in the car too, but they were hit head on. My grandmother, Ginerva, was sweet, but my grandfather, Harry, had grown bitter over the years. "Grow up soon, Delilah. Hogwarts is a tough school." My grandmother explained that his experience was different from most. I understood. Everyone knew the story of the boy who lived.
I walked to the large train and just stared. It seemed bigger now that I could finally hop into a cabin, but before I did, a small boy ran into me. "Watch where you're going," he shouted, as he ran, "I need to be the first to sit next to Sterling!" I had no idea who Sterling was, but she seemed to have quite the effect on this boy. Just then, a tall man walked up to me and introduced himself. "Scorpius Malfoy, here. That was my son, Thomas. Don't let him bother you. I'm sure you'll be great friends." He said extremely fast. I wanted to ask him if I knew him, but I thought that might seem rude. "You must be Rose's kid. We were pals at Hogwarts. She told me to look out for you on the Platform this year. That was before the accident, though. You must be a brave soul." I couldn't follow at the speed he was talking at. "Well, best be boarding, now. Off you go," he said as he shoved me on board. "Bye, now!" The whistle blew to signal the end of a strange morning.
I didn't know what cabin I should sit in, so when I came across a cabin with a girl covered from head to toe in blankets, hiding in the folds, I thought I would be very lucky to have a quiet cabin. I walked in and she screeched, "Shut the door!" I did and sat down opposite her. "Hi, I'm Delilah Sculptor. This is my first year. How about you?" I said, hoping she caught the kindness in my voice. "I'm Sterling. This is also my first year, but unless we are in the same house, we can't be friends." "So this is the famed Sterling." I thought. "Why can't we be friends?" I asked. "Because my friend, Thomas, doesn't like me hanging out with other people, but if we were in the same house, he wouldn't have to know." "But what if he is in the same house?" I retorted. "He is most definitely a Slytherin. I am not" We sat in silence for the rest of the ride.
"Delilah Sculptor!" I heard my name called.
What house would you like? "Anything, but Slytherin!" But why? You could do so much in Slytherin. You can't be a Gryffindor because there are too many hints of evil in you, but you could be in Ravenclaw, too. For you are smart beyond compare. "I'll take it!" I suppose, she can only be Ravenclaw!
I smiled when Sterling got Ravenclaw, too. We sat together, laughed together, and ate together. I smiled as the prefects led us to our dormitories. I almost cried out when my bed was next to hers. I was so happy I made a new friend. I didn't even notice that her last name was Chang.
Months passed. Sterling and I had almost every class together. We always sat together in the Grand Hall. We weren't just friends. We were best friends. I wrote all about Sterling to my grandparents, but they didn't say anything about her. One day, she was going to meet me for lunch. She was coming from Charms and I was coming from Herbology, when I heard loud whispers coming from another hall. I walked in to see Sterling and Thomas yelling at each other. I hadn't even thought of Thomas the entire few months I'd been here. I stepped behind the wall to listen to what they were saying.
"You've been flaunting your new best friend in my face all since we've gotten here. How is she a better friend then I am?" Thomas asked, a cruel, yet hurt tone crawling on his lips. "First of all…" Sterling started, "She is a girl and she is in my house. Plus, she is nice and she doesn't seem to care that I'm friends with you!" When she finished her rant, he looked hurt and said as calmly as he could, "Fine. Goodbye, Sterling." He walked away and I ran to the Grand Hall.
Moments after I found two empty seats, Sterling walked into the Grand Hall and plopped herself down next to me. I asked what was wrong, but she just said she was tired. I excused my self after the meal and used my free period to roam Hogwarts. I did not know I would be running into Thomas in a few short minutes.
