heey, I started writing this story last weekend, and upload two chapters today (maybe three if I get the next one finished). I am very curious what everyone thinks about it. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1

My mother and I look around to make sure no muggles were watching us and start walking in the direction of the wall. My stomach stings as a sign of nervousness. I have never done this before. "Do you want to run?" My mother looks at me with an understanding smile. I nod, because I can't get any words passed my lips. She takes my hand and uses her other hand to push the cart with my trunk. We start running. The wall comes closer and closer and… The moment we hit it we arrive at platform 9 ¾. I'm surprised about the amount of people who stand there arranging some of them to enter the Hogwarts express. "There's your cousin Draco." I look in the direction my mom is pointing and see my elder cousin already in the train. We walk towards him. "Draco, help Amy with her trunk, will you," my mother orders him. Draco gets up mumbling something that seems to be "Sure," and walks to the door. I drive the cart to him and he lifts my trunk into the train.

"The Hogwarts express leaves in 2 minutes," a voice calls. I walk back to my mum to give her a hug and a kiss. I start turn around but then I change my mind. I face my mum and ask:

"What happens when I'm not sorted in the house of Slytherin?"

"You will be sorted in the house of Slytherin, my dear," my mother avoids the question. It doesn't calm me. "Are you coming Amy," Draco calls through the open window. I get on the train and sit with my cousin and his friends Crabbe and Goyle.

"You nervous for the sorting?" Crabbe asks. I know I am, but he doesn't have to know so I answer: "No, not really." My eyes meet the sympathetic smile of Draco who is sitting next to me, and I know he doesn't believe me.

"You'll be fine, Amy," he whispers, "even if you're not sorted a Slytherin."

"Draco, can you show me to the bathroom, please?" He stands up as to showing me that he will. He opens de door of our compartment and together we walk through the hallway. Suddenly Draco stops.

"You don't really want to go to the bathroom, do you?" He knows me too well. "Is it about the sorting?" I look at him and see that he sincerely wants to know what's bothering me. I nod. "Do you want to be a Slytherin?"

"I-I, I don't know." I can't lie to him. "The stories I heard about Slytherins don't seem like me at all."

"I thought about that too. You're unlike my classmates. You're much kinder." I like the way he thinks of me, even though what he says worries me. "You will be fine though. Especially when sorted Gryffindor. They tend to take care of every one of their housemates." He lays his arm on my shoulders and we walk back to our compartment. Just before we arrive there he takes his arm back. "I don't want them to see this. They are not very smart and might think I'm in love with you or something, and tell everyone. We don't want the whole school to think we're in love, do we?" I shake my head in agreement before we enter the compartment.

"What took you so long?" Goyle asks as we come in.

"Came across Potter." Apparently this explains enough, because both Crabbe and Goyle nod understandingly. Draco and I sit down and eat some of the candy Grabbe and Goyle bought when we were gone. They want to protest but one look of Draco silences them.

"The Hogwarts express will arrive at Hogwarts in ten minutes," a voice calls from the corner of the compartment. I notice a speaker installed there.

"You better put on your cloak," Draco informs me. I look at the three boys looking at me. "Off course," Draco slaps his forehead, "we will look the other way. Crabbe, Goyle." All three boys look to the wall and I quickly put on my cloak and robe.

"You can look around again," I inform them when ready.

"You look like a real witch," Draco says. He appears to be proud of his cousin. He sees the faces of Crabbe and Goyle and quickly says: "Don't even think about it." I don't understand what he is talking about, but they don't know how fast to look away from me. Then, squeaking, the train stops at Hogwarts.

If you find any mistakes, please tell me, so I can change it.