One
Draco and Anona stood in Madam Malkin's, weighed down by oversized cloaks, when they met Harry Potter.
Anona didn't recognize him when she first met him in Madam Malkin's, he was just a scrawny eleven-year-old boy with the messiest hair she had ever seen. She was particularly transfixed by his emerald green eyes hidden behind his round glasses.
Madam Malkin stood him on a stool next to Draco, and slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hello," said Draco, "Hogwarts, too?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father's next door buying us books, and Mother's up the street looking at wands," said Draco in a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully Father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."
Anona rolled her eyes. "I told Mother that I wanted to go get my own wand. From all that I've read on wandlore, the wand produces the best magic for the witch or wizard when you allow it to choose you."
Harry looked like he wanted to ask Anona about wandlore, but was not given the chance when Draco went on about brooms. "Have you got your own broom?"
"No," said Harry.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No," he said again.
"I do, Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you'll be in yet?"
Anona had half a mind to tell Draco to shut up and stop being boastful, but held her tongue.
"No," said Harry.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been, Imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
"Mmm," said Harry.
"You haven't the faintest clue what we're talking about, do you?" Anona asked.
Harry shook his head.
"At Hogwarts there are four houses, which you are sorted into based on certain traits you have. Hufflepuff values loyalty, kindness, patience, and hard work, which I don't think would be half bad."
"I say, look at that man!" Draco said suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.
"That's Hagrid," said Harry. "He works at Hogwarts."
"Oh," said the boy, "I've heard of him. He's sort of a servant, isn't he?"
"Draco, don't be rude!" Anona scolded.
"He's the gamekeeper," said Harry, looking grateful that Anona spoke up.
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant," said Harry coldly.
"He looks like a sweetheart," said Anona.
"Why is he with you?" sneered Draco. "Where are your parents?"
"They're dead," said Harry shortly.
"Oh, sorry," he said at once, not sounding sorry at all.
"I'm so sorry," Anona said at the same time as her brother, but managing to sound much more sincere.
"But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"
Before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said, "You're done, my dear." Harry hopped down from the footstool.
"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," said Draco.
"Wait," said Anona, also hopping off the footstool, "can I meet Hagrid?"
"Uh, sure?" Harry said, sounding quite unsure.
"Brilliant," Anona beamed.
Outside the shop, Harry introduced the two. "Hagrid this is…"
"Oh! Anona Malfoy, pleased to meet you Mr. Hagrid."
"Mister! I like you. Let me buy you an ice cream."
The three were rather quiet as they ate their ice cream.
"What's up?" said Hagrid.
"Nothing," Harry lied. A few moments passed when he asked, "Hagrid, what's Quidditch?"
"Blimey, I keep forgettin' how little yeh know, Not knowin' about Quidditch!"
"Don't make me feel worse," said Harry.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Anona said, before explaining to Hagrid what her brother had gone on about in Madam Malkin's.
" — and he said people from Muggle families shouldn't even be allowed in," Harry added on.
"Yer not from a Muggle family. If he'd known who yeh were … he's grown up knowin' yer name if his parents are wizardin' folk. You saw what everyone in the Leaky Cauldron was like when they saw yeh. Anyway, what does he know about it, some o' the best I ever saw were the only ones with magic in 'em in a long line o' Muggles, look at yer mum! Look what she had fer a sister!"
"Wait," said Anona, "who are you again?"
"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
"Oh, that makes sense."
"What are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?"
"School houses. There's four. Everyone says Hufflepuffs are a lot o' duffers, but — "
"I bet I'm in Hufflepuff," said Harry gloomily.
"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin," said Hagrid darkly. "There's not a single witch or wizard who went bad that wasn't in Slytherin. You-Know-Who was one."
Anona was somewhat upset, the whole of her family was in Slytherin, and she'd probably turn out to be one too.
"Vol-, sorry, You-Know-Who was at Hogwarts?"
"Years an' years ago," said Hagrid.
"But Slytherin doesn't mean someone is inherently evil, either. The traits of Slytherin House are ambition, resourcefulness, and cunning. That doesn't make someone evil, does it?" Anona questioned.
"I guess not," said Harry. "But if You-Know-Who — "
"That's one person among hundreds — even thousands of other witches and wizards throughout history and you're saying that every single one of them was bad."
Before their conversation could continue any further a very shrill shriek came from behind them.
"Anona Rose Malfoy! Get back here!" her mother seethed. "When your brother told me you had gone off with a half-giant and a boy you met at Madam Malkin's I didn't believe him, but now I see you'll run off with anyone if you're left alone!"
"See ya at Hogwarts, Harry, Mr. Hagrid," she waved apathetically as she was being dragged away by her arm.
"That girl was a Malfoy?" Hagrid asked bewilderedly. "Could've fooled me."
"Why?" asked Harry.
"Another time, Harry."
I've got most of the first book written, so I'm just editing by now. I hope you guys enjoyed. Edited again July 2, 2016.
