A.N forgive me for starting another new story and not updating the others, they are not abandoned I will go back to them when I feel ready :) ..
CHAPTER ONE
It was a bitter autumn morning of September the 1st, the students from Hogwarts School of Witches and Wizards entered onto platform 9 3/4 to board the Hogwarts Express. Many students waved goodbye to their parents, with a "see you at Christmas" or a similar farewell. One student that did not was that of Clara Nightingale, a 14 year old fourth year student. Clara had no parents to wish her goodbye, family was a touchy subject for her, but she understood her father's job came first.
This was Clara's first year at Hogwarts. Albus Dumbledore had kindly accepted her to transfer from her previous wizarding school due to certain ongoing circumstances. Nether the less, she was excited, she had heard great things about Hogwarts and the students that came from there.
Hopping on board the train, Clara lugged her heavy suitcase through the doors, dragging it down the corridor to the luggage compartment. Being one of the last on, most spaces for luggage were taken, except a few spots higher up. With a sigh, Clara struggled to lift her suitcase up. Several moans and curse words slipped through her lips, especially when her case slipped between her arms and landed on her foot. A howl of laughter came from behind her.
"Would you like a hand with that?" the chuckling voice said.
Clara whipped her head round, unaware anyone had been there. She set her eyes on a tall, rather muscular, blonde haired boy with the silverest eyes she had ever seen.
"O-oh, yes p-please" Clara replied smiling at the kind gesture.
The boy lifted up her suitcase, rather too easily for Clara's liking. Feeling embarrassed, she mumbled another "Thanks" and began to walk away.
"Hey wait, I've never seen you around before, are you new? You look about the same age as me." The boy asked, staring curiously into Clara's eyes.
This had been the moment she'd been dreading for weeks on end. Introducing herself.
"O-oh s-sorry I'm Clara... I'm t-transferring, f-forth year" Clara saw his curiosity enhance as she spoke, "I-I have a s-s-stutt-ter" Clara finished weakly, knowing it was better to be honest but praying to high Merlin that she didn't become the butt of everyone's jokes before she even stepped foot in the castle.
"Nice to meet you Clara" the boy replied with a smile as he extended his arm to shake her hand, "I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy, I'm a fourth year too. Have you been sorted into a house yet?" Draco asked.
"N-no not y-yet. Professor Dumbledore s-said I can b-be sorted with the- with the first years" Clara replied, she could feel her stutter was more pronounced being nervous, but she was thankful she could get out what she wanted to say.
"Do you have any preference?" Draco asked Clara.
"I'm n-not fussy" Clara replied with a smile.
"Anyway, I apologise but I was on my way to a meeting with a professor. It was lovely to meet you Clara, see you around!" Draco bid Clara farewell with a wave.
"S-see ya" Clara tried to sound casual, but felt it came out rather breathy.
Hm, that wasn't too bad. She thought to herself. He seems lovely, I hope everyone is as nice as he is!
A.N I know its a short start but let me know if you like this idea (although i've got great ideas to continue with this so i'll probably keep going even if you all hate it haha)