I'm Mystaya Robertson and I'm sixteen years old. I used to attend Moonsbeam Magic Academy in Los Angeles, California, until my stepfather, Jacob who is in the magical government in the States got a new job as Ambassador to Great Britain. He moved my mom Emily, Eric, who's a sixth year, by the way, and me to London. When he told us, I was really pissed off, I mean I was going to be Captain of my house Quidditch team (I'm a Chaser), plus I only had a year left at Moonsbeam. I asked if I could at least finish school, but Mom and Jacob were adamant that I go to London. Mom reminded me that she used to live in London and that she had gone to Hogwarts. So here I am.
The headmaster of Hogwarts is Albus Dumbledore, who is a kind, grandfatherly type wizard, who knew Mom when she had gone to school. He says I look like her except for my hair, which is dark brown, while Mom's is red.
Professor Dumbledore sent for someone to show us around school, after telling us that we were going to be in Gryffindor. The boy who showed up was a few inches taller than I am. I'm 5-7 and he looks to be around 5-10 or so. The guy had raven black hair and brilliant emerald green eyes. Dumbledore introduced him as Harry Potter. I searched my mind for the name "Potter". Then I remembered hearing of him at Moonsbeam. Harry showed Eric and I to the Great Hall where we were going to have a feast. As we passed one of the four long tables, a really hot blonde guy stopped us. Oh my lord, I think I'm in love. I thought to myself.
"Well, well, well if it isn't the Potty. Where's the Weasel King, Potty?" the boy sneered before he caught sight of Eric and I.
"Sod off, Malfoy." Harry said. I asked what that meant. "The literal translation is 'Piss off' and 'Go to Hell' works too," Harry explained. Eric and I laughed. We'd never heard that expression before.
"I'm Draco Malfoy. Word of advice, don't hang around with the Potty and his friends." Harry was getting impatient so I told Eric that we needed to go and have dinner. He followed Harry and I to the Gryffindor table, where we were introduced to Ron and Ginny Weasely and Hermione Granger. I told them that they could call me Misty, which is what my family calls me.
In the next few weeks, I quickly fell into my new routine of attending classes and spending time with Harry and his friends. Eric had found his own friends, so I rarely saw him outside of our common room, since seventh years had no classes with sixth years. I saw a flyer for the tryouts for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I decided to try out an mentioned the fact to Harry, Ron and Ginny. Harry was the Seeker and Captain, Ron was the Keeper and Ginny, a Chaser. The Beaters were Alex McKensie and David Young, two fourth years. The other two Chaser spots were open and I wanted one of them. I barely managed to get Average and Exceeds Expectations in my classes but I loved to play Quidditch. I was a good Chaser, but I was nothing like Harry on a broom. I watched him one weekend and he was an amazing flyer.
"Do you have a broom?" Harry asked, that afternoon in the Gryffindor common room and then laughed when I went and got my broom to show him. It was a blue Firebolt.
"What's so funny, Harry?" I asked. He went and got his Firebolt, which was black.
"Cool," I said, with a grin.
"Why is your Firebolt blue?" Ron asked, "I thought they were all black."
"My stepfather had it customised for me and my favourite colour is blue," I explained, "It was a sixteenth birthday present from him and my mother."
"Are your parents divorced?" Hermione asked, looking up at the word "stepfather".
"No, my real father died before I was born, I never got a chance to know him. Jacob is the only father I've ever known, I call him Dad." I said, standing up and grabbing my sketchpad and pencils.
"I'm going outside for a walk by the lake to draw and get some air." I quickly left before they could see tears welling up in my eyes. Stop it, I told myself, Harry lost both his mother and father before he got a chance to know them and you don't see him crying. I made a mental note to myself to invite him and the others to the really nice place my father had left me in California. I followed the path to the lake that Hermione had pointed out one afternoon as we were going to visit the Care of Magical Creatures instructor, a half-giant named Hagrid. I gazed at the view surrounding the lake and decided to draw it. I started drawing the mountains and the forest. I'd been drawing for a while when a sound behind me made me stop and turn around, thinking it was Harry, Hermione or one of the others. Imagine my surprise when I saw not Harry, but Draco Malfoy, who I secretly liked, not that I would ever tell Harry, or my other friends. They'd murder me, because they hated Draco. But I told myself that I'd deal with that if and when anything happened.
"Mind if I join you?" Draco asked, almost, dare I say, hopefully. I blinked with surprise, whenever Draco saw me around Harry or any of the others, he usually was a jerk.
"Not at all," I said. He looked really good in the relaxed fit jeans and fitted jumper he was wearing. He sat down, facing me.
"So, do you like Hogwarts, so far?" he asked.
"Yes, I do it's so different from my old school, though. Potions, especially. I'm kind of behind because of the transfer, so I'm not doing well." I said.
"Professor Snape is a hard teacher to please," Draco said.
"It's not Snape, it's the fact that I wasn't up to that level yet at Moonsbeam. I'm thinking of asking Hermione to help me catch up with the work." I said.
"Why would you ask that filthy little Mudblood?" Draco asked. I almost lost my temper with him. The others had told me what that meant and I hated it with a passion when people insulted my friends. "Draco, if you wish to remain in my presence, never call my friends mean things. You really won't like my reaction if it happens again." I said, my voice ice cold and deadly calm. Anger flashed in my brown eyes.
"I'm sorry, Mystaya. How about to make it up to you, I help you catch up in Potions?" Draco offered, again, almost hopefully.
Does he like me? I wondered, He sure is being really nice to me. Once again, Draco surprised me. I thought he'd get up and walk away when I said that. "Do you really mean that?" I asked.
"Of course. How about tomorrow night from seven until nine? I can get Professor Snape to let us work in the classroom," he said, with a smile. I considered his words. Finally I agreed. If he tried anything, I could defend myself.
"OK, sounds good. Thanks a lot, Draco." I said.
The next night at dinner, Harry noticed that I was being quieter than normal.
"Are you OK, Misty?" He asked.
"I'm fine, Harry." I answered, watching Draco out of the corner of my eye.
"Misty, do you want to play chess tonight?" Ron asked. He had taught me to play wizards' chess and since I was pretty good at regular chess, Ron and I had really good games. I enjoyed playing with him. I still couldn't beat him, though.
"Sorry, Ron, I have other plans tonight. Maybe we can play chess this weekend," I told my red-haired, freckled friend.
"What other plans?" Harry asked.
"Draco Malfoy is helping me get caught up in Potions. I have to meet him in the classroom in half an hour." I responded.
"Be careful, Misty. He might try to get you to drink something," Harry warned.
"Harry, quit acting like an overprotective big brother." I said, grinning.
" We're friends and I am older you so that gives me the right to act like an overprotective big brother," Harry said with a grin.
"No it doesn't, it only gives you the right to act like a concerned friend," I retorted. Ron, Ginny and Hermione laughed.