Where The Beginning Of The End Begun
A/N: So, I'm still in the process of reading the HP books and I don't know them that well which is why this story will be following the films instead. I know there will be a few differences but that's just the way it is. I apologise in advance for any mistakes about the whole series. Constructive criticism is appreciated. Anyway enjoy.
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise is not owned by me. However anything you don't recognise is in fact owned by me- my OC's.
Chapter 1-
"Are you sure you've got-" My mother's question was interrupted by yet another loud whistle from the train that we were currently standing beside. She grits her teeth and waits for the noise to stop before she starts speaking again. "Everything. Are you sure you have everything?"
"For the tenth time mum, yes. I have everything I need, but I need to hurry up and get on that train or else there won't be a point in having everything."
Mum rolls her eyes at me before grabbing my chin softly and placing a kiss on my nose, making me scrunch it up.
"I hope you don't plan on being that cheeky to the professors, snowflake." Mum's voice was borderline serious but the seriousness faded away as fast as it had arrived when she smiled and I saw the twinkle in her eye. I got my cheekiness from her and she knew it.
"Wouldn't dream of it mummy dearest." I giggle at her, letting the grin remain on my face. The little black ball of fur that I am holding begins to stir and my kitten, Binx, purrs up at me. I scratch his ears and turn my attention back to my mother who has tears in her eyes.
"Right," she says wiping at her eyes. "You best get going my love." Mum pulls me into her arms, giving me the most loving hug possible and trying not to squish Binx. I return the hug with one arm and kiss my mother on the cheek.
"I promise I will mum. I love you." I pull away from the hug and mum places her hands on both sides of my head before kissing the top of it.
"And I love you, Magenta. Have fun, be good and shine bright darling." I smile at her once more before clutching Binx to my chest tightly and following the big crowd of other first years bidding goodbye to their parents and boarding the Hogwarts Express.
I quickly find a compartment occupied by a bushy haired girl and a boy with a toad. They don't seem to notice me as I walk in; they are too busy waving at people outside of the train, so I happily join them. I see my mum's smiling and tear streaked face in the crowd and wave to her furiously. She waves back as the train lurches forward and begins its journey to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Hi there. I'm Hermione Granger and this is Neville Longbottom." The bushy girl introduces herself and the boy. She offers her hand out to me as I sit down on the train seat. I shift Binx into one arm so I can use my spare hand to shake Hermione's.
"Magenta Blakewood. It's nice to meet you Hermione. Neville." I nod to the boy. He blushes a bit and then accidently drops his toad just as the compartment door opens. The toad hops out and Neville stumbles after it. I cover my mouth as I watch him search for the toad just outside of the compartment.
"Trevor!" Neville shouts. I turn to Hermione and she gives me strange look.
"What is it? Is there something on my face?" I ask her as I touch my face in panic.
"Oh no, of course not." Hermione replies, gently grabbing my hand and putting it back into my lap. "I just feel like I've heard your name before…Blakewood, I mean."
I sigh and bring my hand up to Binx's soft fur, stroking him.
"You probably have. My mum is Catalina Blakewood." Hermione's eyes widen at the new information.
"Wow. I've heard stories about Catalina Blakewood. She's an amazing witch apparently." She says in fascination.
"She most definitely is." I smile a bit as I think of my mother. My attention is brought to a slightly sweaty Neville as he walks into the compartment, holding Trevor.
Binx spots the toad at the same time I do and he hisses before leaping out of my arms and running after Trevor, who has just hopped back out of Neville's hands to get away from Binx.
"Binx!" I shout. I quickly jump up, running after my kitten. Before I get very far I feel a hand grab my wrist. Hermione is standing there with Neville and has an irritated look on her face.
"Okay, listen. If either one of you wishes to find your pet then you are going to have to calmly search for them instead of running about the train calling out their names. Do you understand?" Hermione raises an eyebrow and I look down. She has a point. She reminds of my mother somehow, bossy and organized.
"Okay. I just want to find Binx." I tell her innocently.
"Well, let's split up then and if any of us find either of them we will come back here." Hermione and Neville head off in one direction and I head off in the other.
After going from compartment to compartment for a while, asking people if they have seen either a black kitten or a toad, I give up and just start calling out Binx's name as I walk down the aisle.
"Binx…Binxy!" I call out pathetically. I frown and decide to go back to my original compartment to see if maybe Hermione or Neville has found him.
"Does this belong to you?" a voice I don't recognise asks from behind me. I turn around to see a boy with slicked back bleach blonde hair, holding Binx.
"Binx!" I cry out happily as the kitten struggles to get out of the boy's arms and into mine. I reach out for him but the boy holds him out of reach. He's a good few inches taller than me so I can't actually get a hold of Binx. Anger builds up inside me but it's quickly demolished as I look into the boy's eyes. They are…beautiful. A perfect mix of blue and grey. For a moment I am speechless but then I find my voice and it's stronger than I thought it would be. "Oi! Give him to me!"
The boy only smirks at me.
"How about this, I'll give you your precious cat back if you tell me your name." I grit my teeth and glare at him.
"Magenta. Magenta Blakewood. Now if you don't mind, I'd like my kitten back." I hold my arms out and he narrows his eyes at me before handing Binx to me gently.
I scratch his ears softly and he purrs, making me smile.
"I'm Draco Malfoy." The boy says proudly, leaning against the door of a compartment.
"Well, Draco Malfoy, I think I shall always remember you as the boy who wouldn't give me my kitten back." I say turning around.
"I gave him back though!" Draco's voice calls out from behind me. I turn to face him again.
"That doesn't change a thing. And by the way, you only had to ask."
"For what?" he raises an eyebrow at me. I smirk at him slightly.
"My name." With that I turn around and walk away with a full blown smile on my face.
As I am walking back to the compartment I notice Hermione in another one. I stop at it and open the door. Three heads snap to me.
"There you are!" Hermione exclaims as she gets up and pulls me over to her but as she is already sitting next to a ginger boy, I sit across from her. Next to…
"Blimey. You're Harry Potter, aren't you?" I blurt out before I can stop it. His green eyes widen a bit, obviously taken aback by my forwardness. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be so blunt." I smile at him sheepishly.
"No-no, it's fine. Really." Harry tells me.
"This is Magenta Blakewood." Hermione announces to the two boys. "Magenta, this is Ronald Weasley," She motions to the ginger boy. "And you were right, that is Harry Potter."
"I prefer to be called Ron." Ron says with a mouth full of food. I giggle at him.
"Right then, Ron. Well I like to be called Magenta. Or some people like to call me Blake because apparently my last name is a mouthful." The three of them smile and nod.
I tune out of the conversation, my mind going to Draco. I barely knew him and he's all I can think about. I could just look into his eyes forever and never get tired of them.
Hermione's voice snapped me out of my little daydream.
"You three should put your robes on, I expect we'll be arriving soon." She left the compartment and Harry, Ron and I shared a look before doing what we were told.
We were met outside of the train by a giant man. Harry says that his name is Hagrid. When everyone is finally off of the train, Hagrid tells us to follow him, which we do without question as we are all eager to get to Hogwarts. Hagrid leads us all to a small dock, where small boats await us.
Being the polite person that I am, I wait until everyone else is on the small boat before getting in. Much to my dismay, there is no room left in the boat with Ron, Harry and Hermione as it has been filled with other first years.
"Oh Magenta, I'm sorry. How about we go in a separate boat so that you don't have to be alone?" Hermione asks sincerely. Before I could answer though, someone else does it for me.
"Not to worry. Blakewood can come in a boat with us." Draco says with a smirk. He gives me no time to say anything before he grabs my arm and yanks me with him to another boat. As there is nowhere else to go, I don't protest.
Draco jumps into the boat before turning to help me in. I sit down and look around me, not recognising any of these people.
"This is Crabbe and Goyle," Draco points to the two boys in front of us. Then he points to the girl. "That's Pansy." And finally he nods to a boy with mocha coloured skin. "And that's Blaise."
"Pleasure." Pansy greets me. I don't fail to notice the disappointment in her eyes that Draco didn't sit next to her.
"Pleasure's all mine." I smile at her. She narrows her eyes at me but nods. I'm not too sure what that means but I'm pretty sure she doesn't like me too much.
"Blaise Zabini." Blaise offers his hand to me and I shake it.
"Magenta Blakewood." I introduce myself. I see Pansy's eyes widen and wonder why.
"I've heard about your mum. I believe she is friends with my own mother." Blaise says. I ponder his name for a moment. Zabini…
"Oh right! Zabini…your mum is Valentina?" I ask Blaise, remembering my mother's Italian friend.
Blaise nods and I smile at him.
"How fascinating." Draco comments sarcastically. I send him a glare and he winks at me.
"I know about your family too…Malfoy." I tell him.
"I'm not surprised, we're practically royalty." He says arrogantly. I bark out a laugh at his remark and he glares at me but before he can say anything we arrive at the school or rather…the castle.
We all get off of the boats and I quickly find Hermione who is standing with Ron and Harry. I smile at the three of them as we walk into the castle.
We are greeted by a slim older woman wearing a crooked but pointy witch hat. I can feel the excitement radiating off of everyone around me, especially Hermione, who is on my right. I look to my left to see none other than Draco, standing far too close to me. I send him a small glare and he smirks, moving to lean on the railing with Blaise.
"Welcome to Hogwarts." The woman says to us all. "Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates but before you can take your seats you must be sorted into your houses." I share a worried look with Hermione. What if we don't get put into the same house? Of course I can and will make other friends but I have taken a liking to Hermione. "There are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin." The professor tells us. As she says Slytherin she looks over at Draco and his posse. Well, at least I know what house he's going to be in. "Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points, any rule breaking and you will lose points." She says sternly. "At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup-" She is cut off by Neville jumping after his toad.
"Trevor!" He shouts. The professor looks down at him, unamused. I smile a bit at the scene before me.
"The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." The professor informs us before walking away.
"It's true then," We all turned to face Draco. "What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Everyone looks around, confused. Whispering questions about Harry Potter. I roll my eyes at them all.
Draco carries on as if no one had said anything else.
"This is Crabbe and Goyle," He nods his head to the pair. "And I'm Malfoy." He comes to stand in front of us, on the next step so that he is looking down at Harry. "Draco Malfoy."
Ron fails at stifling his laugh and Draco's attention snaps to him.
"Think my name's funny do you?" He asks Ron harshly. "No need to ask yours. Red hair and hand-me-down robe…you must be a Weasley." I narrowed my eyes at Draco before stepping up beside Ron.
"Well you don't have to be rude about it, Malfoy." I spit out venomously. He glares at me before turning back to Harry.
"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. And that goes for you too Blakewood." He glances at me and then Ron before offering his hand out to Harry. "I can help you there."
Harry looks down at Draco's hand before looking back up at him.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks." I smirk at Harry's reply. Good on him.
Before Draco can say another word, the professor comes back and taps him on the shoulder, making him go back into the crowd. But not before he got a chance to glare at Harry.
"We're ready for you now, follow me." She leads us through the doors and we follow in a hurry, admiring everything along the way.
All of the older students are sitting in their houses watching all of us walk through the hall. I notice candles floating above our heads, hundreds of them.
"It's not real, the ceiling. It's just bewitched to look like the night sky. I read about it in 'Hogwarts: A History." Hermione informs no one in particular. I just look at her and smile, bumping her shoulder.
We all come to a stop in front of a stool that has an old looking hat placed on it. That must be the sorting hat that mum told me about. She said that even though she was in Slytherin she wouldn't mind if I wasn't. She said that as long as I wasn't sorted into Hufflepuff she would be happy.
"Before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words." An old man with long grey hair and a beard to match stood up. He was the headmaster of the school; mum had also told me that.
"I have a few start of term notices that I wish to announce," Dumbledore rasps out. He sounds very old. "The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also our caretaker, Mr Filch," He motions to the scary looking man at the back of the room. "Has asked me to remind you that the 3rd floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death." We all share a look of confusion as he tells us this. "Thank you." Dumbledore finishes, sitting back down.
"When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses." The other professor tells us as she looks at the scroll she is holding. She holds up the hat in one hand and reads out names from the scroll.
"Hermione Granger." I give Hermione and encouraging smile and she nods before walking up to the hat.
Hermione starts mumbling to herself on the way up.
"Mental that one." Ron says to Harry. I hit his arm and he rubs it glaring at me.
"Don't be mean." I tell him before turning my attention back to Hermione. The hat mumbles some things whilst on Hermione's head before finally announcing that she will be in Gryffindor. She smiles a big smile and everyone at the Gryffindor table cheers and claps for her.
"Draco Malfoy." Draco walks up to that hat, sparing me a glance before sitting down.
'Slytherin!" the hat announces as it barely even touches Draco's head. He smirks and walks over to the cheering Slytherin table.
Next to me I hear Ron commenting yet again.
"There's not a witch or wizard that went bad who wasn't in Slytherin." I roll my eyes at him. Clearly, he thinks everyone that's in Slytherin is evil which of course isn't true, my own mother being proof.
"Susan Bones." The girl goes up and gets sorted into Hufflepuff.
"Ronald Weasley." Ron looks around, a bit scared before finally going up to the hat. He is going to be a Gryffindor, I'm sure of it.
And I was right, of course. Ron heads off to the Gryffindor table to join Hermione.
"Harry Potter."
"Go on the Harry." I give him a little push forward.
The hat talks to him for a while about greatness and where to put him. Harry keeps chanting 'not Slytherin.'
Finally the hat decides that Harry shall be in Gryffindor. He looks relieved as he goes to be with all the other Gryffindors.
"Magenta Blakewood." My name is called out. I take a deep breath and slowly approach the hat before taking a seat on the stool. The hat is placed on my head and I hear it talking.
"Hmm, interesting. You possess some of the best qualities of your mother and she did very well in Slytherin. But alas, you are like your father in some ways and he was made great by Gryffindor." My father? He was in Gryffindor? I didn't even know that he went to Hogwarts. Well, to be perfectly honest, I don't really know anything about him, considering I have never met him. "But what about you…Your bravery and strength seems to be what fuels you. You also possess great talents. Hmm, the house for you needs to be… Gryffindor!" I let out the breath I wasn't aware I had been holding in and let a big smile grace my lips. The whole Gryffindor table is cheering and clapping. I get off the stool and look around, catching Draco's eye. I notice the disappointment on his face and the scowl that follows it. I shake it off and head to my table, excited to become a part of a new family.