Hiya Everyone!

Sooo, welcome to my first HP fanfic!

This story is based on my OC I created for this RPG forum I love writing in, Gwynaeth. And yes, parts of this story I have taking from the forum, because I want to explore my OC, no matter what happens in the RPG story.

So ladies and gents, please meet Gwynaeth Cadwallader and Scorpius Malfoy!

Obviously Scorp already existed in the story of J.K. Rowling, but this Scorpius is based on the visions of my dearest friend who RPG's him on this forum. Sorry if I destroyed your character tho. Still love you.

Anywayz, I hope you'll enjoy my little fanfic, and I see how far I will go with writing it (depending on whether you guys like it.).

P.S. I own nothing.

P.P.S. I'm sorry if it is poor English, I literally translated my Dutch version of the story.

P.P.P.S. Please leave a comment for me, so I know how you feel about it!

P.P.P.P.S. I'm sorry, I'll let you read now.

1.

Way too late. I should have been present 12 hours ago! Only because my brother wanted to prank me so badly with his dragon. Officially it was illegal to keep dragons, but in Wales there have always been more dragons than in all of England. The only way to stay save from the creatures was to tame them, one way or another. My brother was one of the most important tamers in our entire region. Illegally I might add. Our father couldn't know anything about it either. He may be the great Eurig Cadwallader, the famous seeker of the Welsh Quidditch Team, but he wasn't above the law. When they had found out that my brother Colin had been catching dragons and training them in the forest behind our house, it wasn't just my brother who would be in trouble. Years I had spent helping my brother with them, and my greatest passion was to fly them. That is not that weird for children of a Seeker. It was in your blood to fly. Together we'd reigned them in and mounted them. When I was in the sixth year at Hogwarts, we had an accident though. At Christmas break, Colin and I were together on a dragon. Instead of having a nice winter day, cold but with barely a cloud in the sky, a storm blew over. The dragon wasn't fully trained yet, he wouldn't follow our instructions and panicked. Both me and Colin slid of the back. And even though Colin murmured a spell so that we would land safely, we were far away from home, and we had hours to walk in front of us. It was a shame that we couldn't just apparate home. My brother obviously had already passed his test, but I was still underage, and underage wizards and witches weren't allowed to do magic outside school. Also, apparition without the training and passing the exam was very dangerous. You even had to pass extra tests for side apparition. Anyway, we arrived home late after midnight. At the time, our parents knew of the dragons, or at least the flying, but when we weren't home in time and the storm had blown over, they had warned the Ministry of Magic. Our dad had arranged with the ministry that we 'only' had to pay an enormous fine so that Colin and I wouldn't be punished.

We had to promise solemnly to both the Ministry and our parents we wouldn't ever interfere with dragons again.

And we tried to keep our promise. Really. I only flew a couple of times after that, but when I finished school at Hogwarts and started studying in London, I was rarely home. In the end only Colin was actively working with dragons.

And it was his kind of a joke to ruin my first day of interning at Hogwarts.

I was running down the corridors to the Great Hall and when I almost reached the entrance, I collided with a tall blond boy. I apologised over my shoulder and half walked, half ran towards the headmaster's table. There were barely any students in the hall, but Headmaster Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape were seated at the table. After professor Dumbledore had heartily welcomed me back and professor Snape and I had shaken hands, my supervisor professor McGonagall and I retired to her office to discuss the lessons of the next day.