Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does. This is only one of many fan fictions.

"You Are The Moon"

Prologue: Hogwarts

"I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear

Louder louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up...

Slower slower
We don't have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads

Have heart my dear
We're bound to be afraid
Even if it's just for a few days
Making up for all this mess"

Run - Snow Patrol

Sundays were laundry days. My mother was not a person who kept in line with schedules, but every Saturday night my brother and I would toss our dirty clothes out into the hallway and come Sunday morning I always woke to the sound of the dryer tossing our family's clothes around in its large belly.

That day was no different. I pushed my big white comforter off and slid out of my bed. My brother, Augie, was already awake and I bumped into him on way to the stairs. "Morning." I said slipping in front of him in order to take the stairs first. He made a face at me when I looked over my shoulder at him to smile.

Augie and I are twins. That year was the first year we had separate rooms. Neither of us wanted separate rooms but our father had insisted, we soon became accustomed to it. Besides I was always in his room anyways.

When I got down stairs my mother was scolding our house elf, Fiona, for trying to take out the laundry again. Mother was a witch, a pure blooded one at that, but for some reason she insisted on doing our laundry the muggle way. She used to work at the ministry and was a well respected auoror but as soon as she became pregnant she retired. So Sundays her excuse for washing like a muggle was to give her something consistent to do, because as I stated earlier she didn't keep to schedules. My father however was just the opposite he never strayed from his daily routine.

Fiona shivered with anxiety "But Ms. Gwendolyn, Fiona know you like to-to-to do laundry like muggles it is just that Fiona think it a waste of time and if you insist on muggle machines to do the work instead of Fiona that soon Fiona will be replaced so Fiona try to help with laundry to prove that Fiona just as diligent a worker, you see Fiona just trying to be a good house elf" Fiona then mustered up an awkward smile. Mother of course just arched one of her perfectly shaped blond eyebrows at Fiona "No more excuses. Last chance, if I catch you trying it again I will have my husband deal with you." Now there was a scary threat.

Augie and I exchanged a look. Stupid little house elf.

It was then my Mother realized we were in the room. "Oh my darlings!" she sighed at us taking our chins in each hand giving us both a loving kiss on the forehead. Now Gwendolyn Fairchild was known within the wizarding world to be a cold and emotionless woman but when it came to my father, my brother, and myself she was as kind and gentle as a puppy.

"I have excellent news!" she had excitedly exclaimed. She snapped her fingers and Fiona appeared and handed her two envelopes. My mother handed one to each of us with a proud twinkle in her eyes.

Augie and I read the letters out loud together in sync.

We had been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Augustine Fairchild!" called McGonagol. Augie looked at with a smile and squeezed my hand before making his way to the old hat.

McGonagol placed the hat on top of my brothers sand colored hair. The sorting hat laughed "A Fairchild? Lucky me...Good wizarding lineage...very intelligent...a pathological liar? Hmm...SLYTHERIN!"

My arrogant brother smirked as the Slytherin table cheered.

"Sabralyn Fairchild!" the elderly witch called my name and I got even more excited then I had previously been. I sat down and the dirty old hat was placed onto my perfectly styled hair undoubtedly ruining it. "Another Fairchild? Twins? Interesting" mumbled the ancient hat. "Appearances are important to you are they? You're quite the manipulator I see...well the choice is quite obvious. SLYTHERIN!"

I smiled as my house cheered for me, as I made my way to the table I saw Augie watching me with pride. He was seated next to a pale blond boy with hard eyes, a first year as well. I sat in between them. The boy at first glared at me then gave me a funny look and turned away a slight pink staining his cheeks.

I pulled my wand out, it was white vine wood and had no imperfections, it was a 13' unicorn hair.

I pointed the wand at my head and performed a charm that corrected my hair. The blond boy had been watching me out of the corner of his eye, so I turned to him and stuck out my hand. "Sabralyn Fairchild." He smirked, took my hand, and gave it a firm shake. "Malfoy. Draco, Malfoy." I smirked back. A Malfoy in my year? Mommy will be ecstatic. "Malfoy?" I said impressed. "In that case you may call me Sabra".

I then turned to Augie and looped my arm in his. He was conversing with a boy named Blaise Zabini. Just after I had introduced myself, Dumbledore bellowed "Let the feast begin!"

And my first year at Hogwarts began.