A/N: This fic follows my OC through all her years at Hogwarts, so for the most part it is rated K+ to T. The only M rated part would be the last few chapters, I suppose.
Disclaimer: JKR is the creater of Harry Potter, and I am not. The only thing that belongs to me is my OC.
Chapter 1: First Year
It was my first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I had been shocked when I had gotten the letter. Both my parents were regular, or muggles, as I had learned. I had been so happy when I heard this. It actually explained a lot about my childhood and the weirdness of it.
So here I was, traveling in a self propelled boat, on a huge lake, towards a glowing castle, to learn how to control my powers. It felt like a dream. Like I would wake up any minute and have to go back to muggle school to be bullied once again. When we finally hit shore, the giant man stood up and spoke in his booming voice.
"First yea's, this way," he said as he guided us up to the castle. They walked up a giant set of stairs waiting for someone to greet us. I watched as an older women came out and introduced herself as Professor McGonagall. She explained that we would be sorted into one of four houses. She then told us to wait as she got everybody ready.
When she came back she guided us into a great big hall with floating candles lighting up the entire room. I looked up and gasped at the scenery. The weather outside reflected on the gigantic ceiling. I then heard a bushy haired girl explain the ceiling in a rather smug voice. Finally, we stopped at the front of the hall and Professor McGonagall came back into the hall carrying a stool and a black hat.
The hat then opened its mouth and sang a song for the school. I stared open mouthed. I had never seen a hat talk before, let alone sing. When it was finally done, Professor McGonagall explained that she would place the hat on our heads and it would sort us. I stared. How is a hat going to sort us into houses? She called an Abbott, Hannah, who was, after a moment, sorted into Hufflepuff. This when on like this until…
"Jaxon Green!" I swallowed nervously and walked up the steps to the Sorting Hat. Professor McGonagall put the hat on my head and it slipped over my eyes, it was so large. I stared into the blackness of the hat, waiting.
"Hmmm, you would do good in any of the houses, Green." I smiled a bit, taking it as a compliment. The hat sat for almost a minute atop my head, trying to figure where I would be most fitting in. Finally, it spoke.
"Better be…..SLYTHERIN!" the last was shouted out to the entire hall. Professor McGonagall took of the hat and I jumped off the stool, smiling. The table farthest from the door was cheering, so I figured I was to go there. I heard a few students from other tables boo, and I frowned. They had only been doing that with the other fellow Slytherins. I searched the table for an empty spot at the table, sitting down to watch the rest of my fellow students to be sorted.
"Malfoy, Draco!" I felt a jolt go through me as I watched the familiar head of pale hair walk up to the stool. I had had no idea that my childhood friend was a wizard. Almost the instant the hat touched his head it shouted.
"SLYTHERIN!" Everyone cheered at the Slytherin table, especially me. Now me and Draco could spend time together like when we were kids. I kind of expected him to come sit by me, but instead he went and sat by some two big guys named Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. I shrugged, thinking it was just because he didn't know I was here.
When Professor McGonagall called out a boy named Potter, Harry, the hall erupted with whispers. I glanced around, wondering why everyone was whispering, but no one told me. I watched as the embarrassed and slightly sick looking brown haired boy went up to the stool. The hat sat on him longer than anyone else, including me, before it finally yelled out "GRYFFINDOR!" The table on the complete other side of the hall burst into applause, yelling and whistling, while other tables groaned in disappointment. The Slytherins around me booed.
Soon, the whole list was through, and a man with a long white beard to his waist stood up and gave a speech, warning us not to go in the Forbidden Forest and avoid the third floor. Then he said eat, and the long tables we were seated at filled up with pile upon pile of food. I grabbed some food onto my plate and happily ate.
Once dinner was over, Professor Dumbledore sent us off to bed and the prefect for our house called to the first years and lead us to the dungeons. He than went into a cellar and said "Pure-Blood" to a wall. At first I thought he was crazy, but then a passage revealed itself. I gasped in delight and a few people gave me weird looks, but I ignored it. Then we entered a low ceiling room decorated with green and silver, the house colors. I thought it was a little cold, but it appeared to be quite grand.
Some of the older students moved, and I once again got sight of Draco. I walked over to him.
"Draco, it's great to see you again," I said, a smile on my face. He turned around and I noticed his face was paler than usual. His face went from neutral to cold in a micro second.
"Don't talk to me you filthy mud-blood." he said in a cold and mean voice. I was confused. He had always been friendly to me before. And what was a mud-blood? I heard other Slytherins gasp and start murmuring. I turned to look at them and they were all glaring at me.
"A mud-blood? In Slytherin?" someone asked sharply.
"That's almost unheard of," someone else commented.
"Well it's true," sneered Draco. "She has filthy muggle parents. They use to be my neighbors and my parents forced me to play with her," he continued, his voice colder than the rooms atmosphere.
"Forced you?" I asked confused.
"Duh. What did you actually think I would willingly associate with a lowly muggle?" As he said this, I felt a pain lance through my heart, but I was use to being hurt and bullied from my old muggle school so I was use to covering it up.
"Oh. Right." I said, turning and walking away from him, ignoring all the stares and glares. I walked into the first years girls room and heard the three other girls enter behind me.
"Hey, bitch, you better not touch any of my stuff, I don't need you filth on it." I turned to see the hard-faced Pansy Parkinson glaring at me. I kept my neutral face, nodding. I then stripped in front of them, not caring if they looked or not, put on a light green cami and some black panties. I crawled into my bed and closed the curtain. And when I was sure all the girls were asleep, I finally let the pain out in the form of silent tears at the loss of my only childhood friend.
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