3rd Person P.o.V.
Dimitri Prewett and his wife Belinda Peverell Prewett stood at the boarder of the train station, called King's Cross Station, between the platforms 9 and 10. Their only daughter was about to go to Hogwarts for the first time. Aria gazed at the wall, then back at her parents.
"Draco will take care of you." Dimitri tells Aria, rubbing her back gently. "That's not to say I won't still worry about you. Make us proud, Aria."
"I will, daddy." Aria tells her father, giving him a hug, then hugs her mother as well.
"You must write to us often. Take care of Givina." Her mother tells her, handing her the cage with the dark brown feathered owl that they'd had since Aria was a baby.
"I will, mama." Aria says.
"Good girl." Dimitri says, and tells her "Now, go on through. Draco said he'd wait for you."
Aria nods, taking a deep breath, and bursts through the wall. The red Hogwarts Express stood on the tracks at Platform 9 and 3/4, waiting for it's passengers to board. Aria's heart raced as she looked around, unable to find her only friend in this unknown place. Her eyes settle on the blonde hair of a boy dressed nicely, talking to a man with long white hair and a woman with blonde hair, Draco Malfoy's parents, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Draco looks away from his parents to see Aria, and he gives her a smile. He says something to his parents, and wanders towards her.
"Hey." Draco says, "I missed you this summer."
"I missed you too. We shopped quite a bit to be ready for the start of the school year." Aria tells Draco. "My parents are being obsessive over me starting the year out right."
"Mine too." Draco chuckles, and says "Need some help with your trunk?"
"Thanks." Aria let's Draco take it, and holds the cage with Givina more carefully. The two of them board the Hogwarts Express together, finding an empty seat in one of the train cars.
"Are you nervous about the sorting?" Draco asks Aria, who nods. "Don't be. We'll be together. Of that I am sure."
"Glad one of us is so confident." Aria leans her head back against the seat, then turns it to face him. "You're parents didn't seem so happy to see me."
"No, they're just having a rough time right now." Draco's silvery gray eyes seem almost blue in the lighting of the train. "You know why."
Aria nods. She'd been told over and over by her father that the Dark Lord, Voldemort, would return, possibly soon. They needed to pledge their allegience to him when he does, so they would be spared the certain slaughter that would occur. Her father had been a follower of Voldemort when he still went by the name of Tom Riddle, 50 years ago. Dimitri Prewett had been a Death Eater, and he'd stopped aging as well. He had made a Horcrux to live through all of these years, and had his fiance, Belinda Peverell, make one as well, so that they'd live forever. Belinda had Aria on October 31st, 1980, three months after a baby boy named Harry Potter, a baby that Voldemort tried casting a killing curse on, a killing curse that had killed the boy's parents, Lily and James Potter, but a curse that Harry had survived. Aria's parents warned her to stay away from him at all costs. Draco's parents urged him to stay away from Aria because she had a connection to the Potter's that no one knew about, only the Death Eater's know about it. Despite the fact that they've been friends for years. Ever since they were babies. Of course, Draco had no intention of staying away from Aria. She's wasn't someone anyone could just forget about.
Glancing over to her, the first thing he notices is that her eyes are lit up, happy that she has someone with her that makes her feel less nervous about what's to come. Their light green color is framed by thick black eye lashes, so long they rest comfortably on her high cheekbones. Her light red hair, which had been to her lower back before summer, is now hanging in loose curls around her waist. Her skin is also lighter than it had been before, another sign that she'd stayed inside most of the summer, when she wasn't shopping for supplies for school, probably reading the whole time. She smiles, and he realize's he'd been staring at her. He smiles back, silently cursing himself for staring at her, admiring her beauty.
"Did you have a nice summer?" Aria asks him.
Draco nods, smiling. "It was nice. Would've been better if I'd been able to see you." He admits to her.
"I agree." The rest of the ride is comfortable until a frizzy haired, ginger girl with hazel eyes rushes in.
"Have any of you seen a toad by any chance? A boy named Neville Longbottom lost his, and oh, I'm Hermione Granger. Pleasure." She smiles at the children in front of her. Draco sneers.
"Aria Prewett and this is my friend Draco Malfoy." Aria introduces them, and the girl, Hermione, grins.
"Lovely to meet you. Anyways, have you seen the toad?" She asks.
"Heavens no." Draco says, "You've got to be out of your mind to help Longbottom, Mudblood."
"Excuse me, but I don't really like you're tone, Malfoy." She says. "Just because you're a Pure-Blood doesn't mean you're any different than myself."
"Don't be so sure of yourself, Mudblood."
"Draco." Aria warns, "Don't. Not here." Her hand finds his, and he's so shocked, his mouth drops open, and for the first time in his life, he's speechless.
"We haven't seen the toad, but if we do, we'll be sure to let you know."
"I like you. I bet we'll be great friends." Hermione tells Aria, and then rushes from the train car to the next.
"Don't you dare talk to her again." Draco tells Aria in a stern voice.
"Oh, she's not that bad." Aria tells him. "She's just excitable. Believe me, there's worse things to be than excitable."
"Yeah, being a Mudblood is much worse than being excitable." Draco hisses. "Stay away from her, or I'll tell you're parents all about it."
"Oh, Draco." Aria says, shaking her head. "My parents know I'm nice to everyone, even muggles. I think it's alright if I want to talk to muggle borns." She puts emphasis on muggle borns, discouraging Draco's use of the slur so many Pure Bloods use. "And anyways, I don't see how you could even try to tell me what to do."She says defiantly. "As if I would ever let you boss me around."
He had to admit that Aria wasn't wrong. She was a rebel at heart. No one EVER forces her to do anything, everyone automatically gives in to her, not because she's spoiled, but because no one can resist her with those clear, light green eyes, the dimples in both cheeks, her high cheekbones, and very small, but very full lips, she's very enchanting. Drcao especially had trouble resisting her charismatic was not only beautiful, but very smart, had a strong aptitude for magic. Even as a young child, she showed signs of magic. Draco watched her as they grew up. She was a special girl. Wandless magic also came easily to her. He knew all of these things about her, and knew it'd be pointless to tell her parents, so he nodded.
"You're right." he agrees, "Just be careful."
"For you, sure." She flashes him a smile, then hugs him. He returns the hug carefully, knowing he can't let her see his feelings. She'd never let it go. When they let go, she relaxes into the seat, her eyes closed. "Slytherin isn't the house my parents want me to be in." Aria whispers. "They said it'd make me a target."
"Doubt it." Draco says. "I'd never allow you to become a target. We've got to be in Slyterin."Draco whispers. "He'd be angry if children of Death Eaters ended up in Gryffindor or Hufflepuff."
"I get that." Aria whispers. "Ravenclaw wouldn't be too terrible."
Draco takes her hand, making Aria open her eyes. "Slytherin, Aria. Together." His voice is quiet.
After a moment, she nods. "Together." She agrees.
Draco had, in fact, been Sorted into Slytherin. Aria was awaiting her turn when the name "Potter, Harry", is called. Whispers could be heard all throughout the room. The Sorting Hat takes it's time with Harry, a dark haired boy with green eyes, and glasses tapped together at the nose piece. Finally, the hat chooses Gryffindor.
A few more names are called, then "Prewett, Aria." Aria rises, looking nervous but after her eyes find Draco's at the table of Slytherins', she takes a deep breath, sits down and allows the hat to be placed upon her head. The hat mumbles in her ears about how courageous she is, how brave, how kind, how smart and charming she is, and cunning, then "Slytherin is a very fine choice. You'll thrive in Slytherin, you'll be beloved by all. So, it better be Slytherin!" The hat screams.
Aria shakily stands, making her way to Draco and the house she would call home for the next seven school years. The sorting hat continues until the very last name is called. A pretty but snarky girl named Pansy Parkinson introduces herself to Draco and Aria, a fellow Slytherin. Draco speaks to her and is nice, though not as nice to her as he is to Aria. Aria remains quiet, trying to get used to the idea of being a Slytherin. She knew nothing would ever be quite the same.
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