Hi! Welcome to my first FF that I have posted on here. This story follows the events that happen throughout the Harry Potter series and it is a Draco x OC story and is partly AU. The first few chapters that focus on first and second year are a bit shorter but they pick up in length once it gets to third year, where the main focus point of the story starts.

I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a review to let me know what you think!

For an eleven-year-old, having an old man with a long, white beard show up at their house on the day of their eleventh birthday and telling them that they are a witch is not something that is to be expected, but that was what happened to me. The man, Professor Albus Dumbledore, as he introduced himself, explained that he personally came to our house to deliver my acceptance letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and explain everything about me being a witch. Of course, both my mother and I were shocked, but it seemed to shed some light in explaining things that had happened in the past surrounding myself that we simply couldn't find a logical explanation for. While it was exciting to learn all about Hogwarts and how I would get to go there and study magic, the thought of leaving my mum alone broke my heart. It was always just the two of us, I never knew my dad and mum never talked about him, but I knew that he was alive and that the relationship was a quick little fling that ended as soon as my dad found out that mum was pregnant, all things my nan had told me through the years when I realized that she would tell me things about him after one too many glasses of brandy. The relationship between me and my mum was so strong, both of us being each other's best friend, and we were so similar in everything but our looks. The only other bit about my father that I knew is that jet black hair was a very strong gene in his family line and was one that was passed on to me, making me look almost nothing like my mother who had honey blonde hair, which always seemed to draw attention to us in the shops.

"Are you sure you've got everything? Uniform? Books? Wand?" Mum fussed over me, straightening out my jumper. Her eyebrows were pulled together and I could tell she was trying her hardest to put on a brave face for me, despite it being the first time the two of us would be separated for longer than a night or two.

"Yes, mum. Please stop worrying. If there is anything I've forgotten you can just owl it to me." I assured her. The train's whistle sounded, signalling that it was going to leave soon and that everyone should be on board. Mum and I froze and looked at each other with wide eyes before she pulled me in for a tight hug. As much as I wanted to be brave and pretend like I wouldn't need my mum around all the time, in reality, I was scared to be away from her.

"I love you. Have fun, make lots of new mates, do well in school, and don't forget to write me."

"I love you too. I promise I will write to you as soon as I am in my room and settled." I pulled back and see that she had tears in her eyes but was still holding them back as best she could. I took a couple of steps backwards, giving her one last wave before boarding the train and looking for an empty compartment.

I came across two boys sitting in a compartment with a whole bunch of sweets around them and politely knock on the side of the door to make my presence known. Both boys looked over at me and the one with black hair and broken glasses smiled slightly. His clothes seemed miles too big for him and he looked much too small, almost like he barely ate anything at all. His hair was shaggy and uneven, looking like it was cut at home by his parents or even himself and that it hadn't been cut in a while judging by the bits of fringe that hung just below his eyebrows.

"Do you mind if I join you? Everywhere else seems to be really full." I asked very politely.

"Of course." The same boy who smiled at me nodded at the empty bench in front of him. "I'm Harry Potter and this is Ron Weasley." The other boy, Ron, gave me a small smile as well and nodded his head. He was bigger than Harry and looked much more put together. His clothes still didn't look brand new, but rather like they were made by someone, just like the jumpers my nan used to make me every winter. His hair was bright orange and much more even than Harry's and he had a smattering of freckles across his cheeks and a smudge of dirt on the side of his nose that I didn't think he knew was there.

"Liliana Taylor." I smiled. "But most people call me Ana."

Just then, a girl with massively bushy hair burst in, asking about a missing toad right as Ron was about to show us a spell his brother gave him to turn his rat yellow. She came off right away as a know-it-all and proved this by performing a spell to fix Harry's glasses just to show that she knew how to do magic. I recognized the spell as one that I had read in on of the books I bought in Diagon Alley to help me learn more about magic. She seemed very pleased with herself that she managed to do the spell correctly, and it was then I realized that she was already wearing her school uniform while the rest of us were still in regular clothes.

"You're Harry Potter!" She yelled, making me jump and very confused.

"How did you know that?" I asked her. "You've never met him before."

"He's Harry Potter, the boy who lived." She explained like I was meant to know what she was talking about. She seemed to realize that I still didn't know what she was talking about and her gaze shifted from one of judgement to wonder. "Are your parents magical?"

"No. My mum is a muggle and I don't know my dad, but I'm assuming that he isn't because I think my mum would have said something if he was to explain why I'm a witch." The girls face seemed to light up at my confession.

"I'm muggle-born too, but I read about the wizarding world as much as I could before I came here, and Harry is famous for defeating a dark wizard when he was just a baby." She straightened out her robes before continuing. "I'm Hermione Granger, by the way. And you are?"

"Ro Weasley." Ron answered first, his mouth full of sweets.

"Liliana Taylor."

"Pleasure." Hermione stood up abruptly and left, telling us that we should get dressed and pointing out the dirt on Ron's nose.

We were greeted by a giant man once we got off the train and were lead to boats waiting for us. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and I all ended up in the same boat, each of us mesmerized by the beauty and size of the castle as we approached. Hermione was listing off so many different facts about everything to do with the school that my head felt like it was spinning trying to process it all. A very stern looking teacher met us in front of the dining hall and went over the process that was about to happen. I had done a bit of research about the school and the four houses that we could be sorted into and felt the nerves begin to flutter in my stomach. A very blond and snobby kid butt into mine, Ron, and Harry's area, pulling me from my thoughts about being sorted and tried to convince Harry that he was better than Ron and that he should be friends with him instead, but Harry turned him down and the boy seemed stunned.

I couldn't keep my eyes off the boy who was flanked by two much bigger boys, though the other two didn't seem too bright given the way they were both looking off into space and not at all paying attention to anything. The blond boy, Draco Malfoy, had his eyes narrowed at Harry and Ron and the expression seemed to make his pointy face even more pointy. It was very obvious that he came from a very wealthy family based off the way he seemed to keep his nose pointed in the air and his appearance was very well kept.

I hadn't meant to stare at him for so long, but when his attention quickly shifted towards me, I was too embarrassed to look away. "And who are you?" He asked, look me up and down as if the judge whether or not I would be worthy to be around him.

"Lilianna Taylor." My voice was nearly a whisper and I didn't sound anything like my normal self.

Before Draco got the chance to respond, Professor McGonagall returned and cleared her throat, gathering our attention before leading us through the now opened doors behind her. The great hall was mesmerizing and beautiful. Each of us looked around the room in awe of the décor and sheer beauty of the place. McGonagall started calling students to be sorted into their houses, going alphabetically by last name. Ron told Harry and I a bit about each house when a person was sorted into it, but the one that caught my attention most was Slytherin. While I had learnt a bit about the houses on my own time, Ron came from a large wizarding family and seemed to know more about them than what I could read from a book.

"They're all about being the best and nobility. I don't think that anyone less than a half-blood has been sorted into Slytherin. It's almost always exclusively purebloods who have been in the house from generation to generation. Not a witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin." Ron whispered.

Ron and I watched as Harry was sorted, the process seeming to take much longer than it did for everyone else and clapped for him when he was put into Gryffindor. The table was cheering loudly for him as he made his way towards it and it became apparent that Harry really was like some sort of celebrity.

"Taylor, Liliana." McGonagall called my name and I took a deep breath before walking up the stairs. I sat on the stool and she placed the sorting hat on my head.

"Interesting, very interesting. You're a puzzling one indeed." The sorting hats seemed to mull over his options and I prepared to be put into Hufflepuff, the house that Ron described as alright but not a very notable house. "You have a tricky mind, but it better be… Slytherin!"

My breath caught in my throat as I heard a polite round of applause coming from my new house. I walked towards the table with a helpless glance at Ron and Harry before I took my seat next to a girl with long, blonde hair and a very pretty face.

"I'm Daphne Greengrass." She introduced herself right away." You're Liliana? That's a nice name. How come I've never met you before? I know everyone else who is sorted into this house, but not you. Are you a half-blood? Daddy doesn't really like to associate with them, but I'm sure you're still fine."

I was taken back by her abruptness and it took me a moment to regain myself before I could answer her. "I… I don't think I am. My mum is a muggle and I don't know my dad but I think he was a muggle too." I said quietly, unsure of how to answer the question with Daphne's gaze so strong.

"Oh." She wrinkled her nose and gave me a hard look. "I didn't know they were letting possible mudbloods into the house now. Let's just pretend that you're a half-blood and your father is from America which is why no one knows the name and that he died a long time ago and that your mum is also a witch. You'll get along much better that way." She spoke very quietly so no one could hear us unless they really tried.

"Alright." I nodded shyly.

"Perfect. Let me introduce you to my friends."

Daphne pointed out each of her friends, who either gave a nod or smile in return. She seemed to know nearly all of the first years around us and I knew that I was going to be the outsider. I listened to all of their conversations as the rest of the kids were sorted into their houses until Professor Dumbledore stepped forward and made his speech before all of the food appeared on the tables and we were allowed to dig in.

"Daphne," I said quietly, very aware that Pansy Parkinson, one of Daphne's very good and very rich friends was sitting on the other side of me. "I don't really know much about… Well, anything to do with the wizarding world really."

Daphne seemed to understand where I was going and put her hand on my arm. "Don't worry, I'll teach you everything you need to know." I smiled at her and thanked her, the feeling of relief washing over me. "I guess I should start by properly introducing you to everyone in a way that makes more sense."

Daphne began to quietly tell me how each one of her friends came from a very long line of Pureblood witches and wizards and how each family was notable in some way. It seemed that even within their group, there was a hierarchy of who was better than who, and notably, at the top was Draco.

"Draco's father has great influence over the Ministry of Magic because he is so wealthy, so Draco always seems to know what is what when it comes to pretty much everything. He can put on a bit of a snobby act, but he really is very kind and he's a great friend once you get to know him."

I glanced over at Draco who was rolling his eyes at something Goyle said and found it hard to believe that there was anything other than a snooty kid to him. The way he acted before we entered the Great Hall and the way he was still looking around the room as though he wasn't impressed at all made me not so keen to get to know him more than just a housemate. Daphne was quickly distracted by the food in front of her and I was left looking around the room once again, my gaze darting over each of the house tables until I met eyes with Harry. Him and Ron were both looking at me and seemed to look disappointed that I was sat with Slytherin and not with them and they didn't keep eye contact for long before quickly looking down at their food.

Once dinner was finished, we were lead down to the dungeons where our common room was by one of the prefects and shown to our rooms. I was happy that I was put with Daphne, as well as Pansy and Millicent Bulstrode, another one of Daphne's friends. I stayed up with the three of them for a few more hours, learning about all of the gossip that was already being spread despite it not even being a day at Hogwarts and waited until they were all asleep before writing my mum a letter, telling her all about the sorting and arriving at Hogwarts.