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Prologue
My heart was racing. I was nervous yet excited. When the sorting hat was placed on my head, I began to think. I thought about why I was there, and why I wanted to be there. At the same time I thought about all the things I had already learned from my previous home which I would not return to for a long time.
"Ravenclaw!" shouted the sorting hat.
I was pleased with its decision. I did consider myself smart but I was not the type to show it off. I slowly stood up and walked towards the Ravenclaw table. I could here the cheers saying, "Lydia!" That's my name by the way. Lydia Fayth Avalon, and this was going to be my 1st year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
When I was seated I heard the name Draco Malfoy called out. I looked up and saw a pale boy with silver-blonde hair walk up to the stool to be sorted. I looked at him and immediately I disliked him. I'm sure that was snotty of me but his body language automatically told me that he thought that he was better than everyone else here. He was so scrawny and his nose was somewhat pointed. As he sat down our eyes met for a quick instant. For some odd reason I feared him. He seemed so serious. Our eyes were connected for what seemed like an eternity. He had grey stormy eyes. His eyes were none like I had ever seen and they struck a feeling in me which I could not identify. Though I never show it off I always felt that I was able to identify anything. Still this was a feeling I didn't know of. I felt anger, fear, joy and many more all together at the same time. Though I couldn't identify it at the moment I tried to keep it out of my mind. I wasn't going to ponder over something that I found unanswerable.
The hat shouted, "Slytherin!" before it was even completely placed on Draco's head. Draco quickly gave a smirk and stood up and walked towards the Slytherin table. As he walked away the thought that I had been pondering on went away with him.
What were his eyes making me think, making me feel? That question would never be answered until my senior year at Hogwarts. That is when the story begins…