Wooaahhhh, hey guys! Now, I know what you're thinking. 'S.S., you have way too much unfinished work to complete! Why are you making ANOTHER fanfic?' To answer you're question, I can only say this. My friend made me. I was gonna be a smart author and prewrite, but NOOOOOOO, I had to publish this the second I was done with the first chapter. Thanks, friend of mine (you know who you are). So, welcome to the story that's been in my head for WAYYYY too long. Hope you enjoy!

Side note: So the main ship is Drarry but since I wanted to stick with the version that in my head, this story itself is OC x Draco with A LOT of underlying tension from our two favorite wizards. I have like a sequal type thingy that's gonna be happening so just hold onto your tits okay people. You can leave if you so desire.

Disclaimer: Haven't done this in a while. Let's start out simple. Ehem. I don't own Harry Potter.

Madilyn shoved the last piece of equipment into her trunk. She zipped it up and checked to make sure it was fully closed before shrinking it down and putting it in her pocket. Though this was her first year at Hogwarts, which she thought was a miracle she was even allowed to go there, she had learned a few tricks. Small bits of magic, but handy. Magic, the word floated in her head. Always a prominent trait, always a part of her life, being a magical being. She checked her reflection in the filthy mirror. Yup, same dreadfully boring, long brown hair. Same stereotypical teal blue eyes. Same porcelain skin that couldn't last three minutes in the sunshine. Same brown sweater, same white skirt, same black flats. With everything so similar, she knew it might be nice to finally get something different.

Madilyn heard a knock on her door. Opening it, she smiled, seeing the one person who could lift her spirits at any moment in time. Albus Dumbledore. He smiled back at her, eyes twinkling.

"Are you ready, Ms.-?"

"Ridel," Madilyn answered, "for now."

The old man gave her a knowing look and nodded, "Right then, Ms. Ridel. Ready to go?"

"Yes," she said, smiling to herself.

"Then let's go."

Madilyn followed him out of her room and through the hallway. He lead her past many other rooms, most of which had their doors shut. The atmosphere was gray, almost pitiful. It was always like that, but more so now that Madilyn was leaving. It was like any ordinary orphanage, yet it almost seemed too obvious. She and the professor made their way down the stairs and into the main room. No one even glanced up to see the girl who was leaving. Not that they would care, just one less mouth to feed. Of course, she would be coming back the next summer, it seemed like a lifetime away. Maybe, now, she'd be at a place where she was normal. Where she was accepted. Though, most would laugh at the thought if they knew her. Her secret was almost too obvious to hide. But to finally be around those who could understand… maybe…

They were out of the building now, Dumbledore stopping in front of her. Madilyn knew full well the man didn't trust her, now matter how much he covered it up with his six foot smile. She didn't necessarily know why, though she could probably put together a hypothesis. Heritage, perhaps?

Madilyn turned to look at her old home, the gray and red building covered in dirt and withered with age. It was such a plain orphanage, it looked like it belonged in a movie. It was, technically, still her home, just not so much now. And Madilyn could only guess the wonders she would find at Hogwarts. Friends, a family, people that would accept her. She was ready to hand out her friendship on a silver platter. She didn't care what house she was in, she didn't care what classes she would accel at, if any at all. All she wanted was the family that Hogwarts might have for her.

The crisp air started to warm as the sun rose, spilling light over the dreadful city. Oh, how she longed to get away from it all, to see a world of magic and wizards, light and dark, good and bad. Somewhere she would truly belong, as oppose to this place, where she was the only flower in a field of weeds. Unwanted for her beauty and stripped of what she needed most. Surrounded by beings that crushed her more and more every day.

"My lady," Dumbledore offered, breaking Madilyn from her poetic trance. She looked at the old man, who was extending a hand to her. She took it, although not quite prepared for the suffocation and nausea that followed. She stumbled and fell, landing on the hard ground. She smiled at her own clumsiness, standing up and dusting herself off. When she turned, however, the old man was gone. Madilyn didn't panic, she only laughed. She immediately knew where she was. The bright scarlet train sat on its rails, puffing smoke as if anxious to move forward. People surrounded her, people who were so much like her. The air was warmer here, and the light caused everything to glow just a bit. She studied all the people around her. Children everywhere, some getting on the train, some staying behind, looking sad and annoyed. Teenagers all strutting like they owned the place, bearing a confidence Madilyn knew not. Adults, parents, grandparents, all waving and crying at their children.

Madilyn pushed through the crowd, making her way up to the entrance. The inside of the train seemed so far away, the new world she would soon see miles from her reach. Yet there it was, her chance, her opportunity, painted in scarlet and puffing smoke by the second. She moved onto a step, then another, and now finding herself inside the train, she could now only think of the unknown world that awaited her. Magic, monsters, fairy tales, the whole lot of it, all now in Madilyn's grasp. She was free.

Free to move forward and find a compartment. Free to meet someone that might change her life forever. With so many paths in front of her, she could only imagine what possibilities were in store for her. Because no matter what she did, where she sat, or who she sat with, there was an outcome. Maybe one that would take place within minutes, maybe one that would only be a reality after years. Whatever it may be, Madilyn had never been more excited to find out.

And so she took that first step.

Of course, a step couldn't be responsible for pain and suffering, happiness and love, loss and heartbreak. It's just a step, which lead to another, which lead to…

a brand new future.

Whoop whoop, more work for me! Yay. Guys, I need an HP related catch phrase. Any suggestions? Well, for now...

No Tony Stark in a dress here (poor Dumbledore), STAY QUEER MY FRIENDS!

(and uh, maybe review while ur at it?)