Disclaimer: You should know the deal by now, and if you don't, I'm not gonna spell it out. The only part of this I own is my extra character Adelot.
Chapter 1: What are friends for?
I've known I was going to go to Hogwarts since before I can remember. My parents are both from old Pureblooded families and I showed potential at a fairly young age. Maybe that's why they named me Adelot Elvina, meaning "wise friend of noble birth." Or maybe they were just stoned when they picked my name; it would sure explain a lot.
But anyway, even though I belong to a very old and very rich Pureblooded family, I had grown up far apart from most children my age. My parents were passionately opposed to Voldemort before he was killed by Harry Potter and are still not too fond of many of the other Pureblooded families. My parent's only real Pureblooded friends are the Weasley's, but they don't spend very much time socializing. My parents have never been too big on parties, so we spent most of our time traveling to exotic parts of the world and experiencing new cultures. I hadn't met any kids my age who were wizards or witches who lived in England. The few friends I had who were my age were either muggles or wizards/witches who lived in a different country.
And so it was that when I got my Hogwarts letter, I was as nervous as I assume muggleborns are when they get their letters. I didn't know any people I would be going to school with (I had heard some vague mention of a Weasley my age, but I didn't know him) and I didn't know which house I was supposed to be sorted into. My parents had never really talked about their Hogwarts days and I had no clue which house(s) they were in when they had attended the school. I was very excited, however, to finally be a witch.
Shopping for Hogwarts was no big deal. The most exciting part was getting my wand (11 and ½ inch ash, rather flexible, with a dragon heartstring center). Mr. Ollivander kept staring at me when I had found the right wand. I think he was a little confused by something, but then again, he seemed to wear a permanently confused scowl.
And so here I am now, after a tearful goodbye, in an empty compartment near the back of the Hogwarts Express. It's not that I'm antisocial; I've just been accustomed to being by myself and meeting new people always gives me the willies. Before five minutes was up, however, I was no longer alone. A blond boy opened the door without looking in first. He was shouting at a rather unattractive girl behind him who seemed to be crying. He wasn't paying attention to me, giving me the opportunity to observe the boy who had interrupted my privacy.
He's about my age, I think, and a few inches taller than me (not saying much seeing as I'm only 5'2"). His blond hair is slicked back, a rather unattractive thing for a boy of my age, but it seems like he might grow into it. Maybe if he allowed his hair to fall naturally, he would look cute. I can't see his face, but he is being pretty harsh to that poor girl in the corridor who looks like she might drown him in her tears.
Finally, the girl ran away and the boy turned to look into the compartment. He jumped when he saw me; I don't think he had realized I was there. Quickly regaining composure, he sat across from me and thrust his hand in my direction.
"Hi. I'm Draco Malfoy. Pleasure to meet you." Well he is being pleasant with me, that's a plus.
"Adelot Elvina Chantal, but please call me Adel. The pleasure is all mine. Are you going to be in first year?"
"Yes I am. I can't wait to start. I didn't know you were coming to school with me. My dad's told me all about your family. Is it true your great-grandfather killed a vampire when he was 10 years old?"
"As far as I know, yes. Aren't you nervous? I am. I don't know anybody and I have no clue which house I'm supposed to be Sorted into."
"Nah, I'm not scared. I'm gonna be in Slytherin for sure. Besides, you know me now and I'll make sure you get through all right."
"Thank you very much, that's really nice of you. Well if you're gonna be in Slytherin, then I hope I get into Slytherin too. It would be nice if we were in the same house."
"Yeah that would be pretty cool. Say did your dad really duel your mother to decide which house they would stay in when they got married?"
And so the train ride passed, talking about family stories and plans for the year to come. Before I knew it, we were pulling into the station and the big man was calling for all first years to follow him. The boat ride passed rather uneventfully and we walked into the Entrance Hall to wait to be sorted. Draco got in a row with some boy, but I told him to shut it while we waited.
Finally, an older woman appeared and told us to follow her. She explained what would happen and then led us to the stool. I feel kinda silly, like I'm parading for the older kids to see, but while I was looking around the room, my eyes landed on one of the professors. He looked oddly familiar, but before I could decide how I know him, I heard the woman (McGonagall, I think she said her name was) call out my name. Walking as quickly as I possible, I made my way up to the stool and the hat was placed on my head.
"Well, well. You're a bit of a toughie. You could fit into any of the houses, but I see you have your heart set on being in the same house as Mr. Malfoy. Be careful of him. He may be too easily led down the wrong path. Stay by his side always and you will find a true friend and maybe help him to make the right decision when the time comes." All right none of this was making any sense to be, but I somehow knew that what he said was important, so I kept quiet and let him yell.
"Slytherin!" I made my way to the table and plopped down close to the end by myself. Draco and a few of his friends soon joined me. We chatted for a while and when the meal was over, made our way down to the dungeons to find our new common room.