A/N: I still own nothing! And you find out why Hannah is a day younger than Harry (as said by Dumbledore in the Potter Twins and the Philosopher's Stone, chaper titled Powers and Talents.)

Chapter One

The Letter and Diagon Alley

You see, this story starts the early morning of July 31st…Harry Potter's eleventh birthday.

You are no doubt wondering "Why is July 31st Harry Potter's birthday only when he has a twin sister?". I'm right, aren't I?

It's a long story. Basically, Harry Potter was indeed born July 31st. But, for some weird reason Lily Potter had problems giving birth to Hannah Potter naturally…and so…she had to be taken to a hospital for Muggles (seeing as she was a filthy little Mudblood.) and have what the filthy Muggle Healers…(Doctors, I think they're called?) called a C-Section around the same time twenty four hours after Harry was born.

And, the exact same time, a whole day later…welcome to the world to baby Hannah Potter.

Now you know. Anyways, I digress, back to my story.

No doubt there would be talk that day…and rumours were circulating that the twins were both about ready to come to Hogwarts, both of them being eleven now in the Ministry's eyes (twins' birthdays in the wizard world depended on when the first twin was born, so in the Ministry's eyes, Hannah Potter's birthday was the last day of July as well.).

Anyways, I was sleeping in my bed the morning of the thirty-first when I woke up to one of the family house elves, Dobby Apperating into my chamber!

I growled when I saw which elf it was. Father or Mother had best told it to enter my room to wake me up…I didn't allow house elves in my bedroom to touch my stuff! Especially not my guitar, my pride and joy…my baby!

It was shiny and black with Slytherin's emblem emblazoned on the back of the neck. And it tuned beautifully.

Sorry, again, digressing. Anyways, I shot up and turned to the elf.

"What?" I demanded, angrily.

"Master sent Dobby up to Master Draco's room to tell him that Master has Master Draco's letter from Hogwarts." Dobby said timidly, bowing shakily.

I smirked and shot up out of bed. "Leave!" I ordered "I must get dressed."

Dobby bowed again "Yes, Master Draco. Right away, Master Draco." he said before Disapperating away with a loud CRACK!

I shot up to my bed and grabbed my hair gel from my dresser. I always liked having my hair gelled back. It made me look more…put together, you know what I mean?

Anyways, I slicked my platinum blond hair back into my skull and put on clean boxers (Yes, I wear boxers to bed in the summer, you have an issue with that?). I grabbed a pair of black shorts and slipped them on over my clean black boxers and grabbed a black t-shirt.

I threw the shirt on over my head and walked out of my room down to breakfast.

My father, Lucius Malfoy and my mother, Narcissa Malfoy nee Black were both sitting at the table when I arrived.

"Good morning, Mother." I said, walking up to hug her "Good morning, Father." I said graciously to my Father.

"Good morning, Draco." Mother and Father said together.

"Your Hogwarts letter came today, my little Dragon." Mother said, handing me a thick piece of parchment.

I beamed and started opening the letter before pausing "May I open it?"

Father smirked "Of course you may, Draco. It is your letter after all!"

I smiled "Thank you, Father." I said before ripping the envelope open on the side.

The actual letter was sealed with the Hogwarts crest. A griffin, a badger, an eagle and a snake around a large letter "H".

I broke the seal off of the letter and opened it.

"Read it aloud, Draco." Mother said, knowing what it said, having received seven of her own, the same with Father. My parents just wanted me to read it aloud and boast at how better I was than Muggles.

I cleared my throat and began to read:

"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore (Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorcerer, Chief Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confederation of Wizards

Dear Mr Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st"

Father nodded "Need not worry of the owl, Draco. I have already sent it."

I smiled "Thank you, Father."

Mother smiled "After breakfast, we shall be taking Floo Powder to get your school supplies."

I nodded "Yes, Mother." I said as breakfast arrived via house elves.

After breakfast and travelling by Floo Powder to the Leaky Cauldron, my Father summoned the secret gateway to Diagon Alley.

Father strode out proudly through the gateway, Mother and I close behind.

"All right, I believe if we want to get the shopping done faster, we should split up." Father said, turning to Mother and I "Draco, what will you need?"

I opened the other parchment in my letter and began to read aloud.

"Uniform:

First year students will require:

Three sets of plain work robes (black)

One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear.

One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)

One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings)

Please note that all pupils' clothes should carry nametags

Course Books:

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)

By Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic

By Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory

By Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration

By Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi

By Phyllida Spore

Magical Draughts and Potions

By Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

By Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection

By Quentin Trimble

Other Equipment:

1 wand

1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)

1 set glass or crystal vials

1 telescope

1 set brass scales

Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad"

I groaned as I read the last part "PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS. Aw! I want a broom!" I whined.

"You will have to wait Draco, we shall see." Father said before turning to Mother. "Narcissa, do you think you could get Draco's Potions things and other equipment besides his wand?" Mother nodded "Of course, Lucius."

Father nodded in agreement "I will get your books, Draco. You will go into Madam Malkin's and get your robes and hat. We'll meet up in Ollivander's later to get your wand."

I nodded "Yes, Father." I said, accepting the money Father put in my hand before walking into Madam Malkin's Robes For All Occasions.

I walked in and told Malkin that I was going to Hogwarts, and within five minutes, I was being fitted for my robes.

Within another five I saw a large man out the window with two other kids my age. A boy…and a girl.

Both kids had jet black hair. The boy's hair was messy and unkempt and the girl's was straight and cascaded down her shoulders and back, ending around the middle of her back.

It seemed that both kids needed better clothes. The ones that the boy was wearing looked old and worn out, not to mention very baggy…and the girl…son of a bitch, the girl was wearing boys clothes! Boys clothes that didn't even fit her properly! They were hanging off her slim and petite body and made her look smaller than what I was guessing she already was. She couldn't have been more than eighty, maybe ninety pounds?

The boy wore round glasses that seemed to be wrapped in Sellotape and the girl wore a midnight blue choker around her neck.

The girl looked up to the giant, who seemed to be telling her something, and then the giant went into the Leaky Cauldron with the boy with round glasses.

The girl stood there on her own for a moment, then I heard the robe shop's door chime as someone entered.

It was the girl.

I finally saw how she carried herself as she walked to the front desk. She walked as if she was a lost puppy who had no idea what was in store for her…and as if she was a prisoner that was just let out of Azkaban for the first time.

Madam Malkin turned to her and smiled "Hogwarts?"

The girl nodded.

"Got the lot of them coming today. Young lad being fitted just now, in fact."

The girl nodded and Malkin lifted her onto the stool next to me. Now she seemed to be carrying herself differently. She was most likely trying to prove to me that she was a strong woman and was capable of being here on her own.

That girl…she honestly thought I didn't see through her strong façade. I knew when she walked in she was weak…and maybe…just maybe…I could use that weakness to my advantage.

I wanted to make friends with her, though. I wanted to know why she was so shy and quiet and seemed so defeated.

"Hello." I said, turning to the girl "Hogwarts, too?"

The girl nodded, most likely too shy to say anything.

"My father's up the street getting my books and my mother is getting my potion ingredients. We're meeting up later to get my wand." I drawled "Then I may drag them off to look at brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I might get Father to buy me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

The girl's eyes seemed to light up when I was talking about brooms. The smirk that was about to play on my face stopped. The eyes…

They were a unique colour. Metallic blue…almost cobalt. Almond in shape and dark eyelashes framed them. She wasn't wearing make up like the other girls I dated did.

"Have you got your own broom?" I asked.

The light in her eyes dimmed as she shook her head sadly.

"Play Quidditch at all?" I asked.

Another shake of the head. She didn't play Quidditch.

"I do." I said, smirking "I could show you, at Hogwarts, if you'd like."

The eyes lit back up and she smiled, revealing a set of dazzlingly white teeth as she nodded.

I smirked. She was an odd one. But she was somewhat different than other girls.

One, she didn't throw herself at me for a chance to be kissed by the womanizer of the Malfoy family.

And two…she was the first girl I met that looked natural when I met her…naturally pretty. A diamond in rough clothes.

I smirked "Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house. And I must say, I have to agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

The girl shook her head again.

"Well," I said, looking out the window "no one really knows what house they'll be in until they get there, do they? But I know I'll be in Slytherin. All my family's been. Imagine being in Hufflepuff," I turned back to her "I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"

She shrugged.

I looked out the window and I saw that the giant was there with an ice cream. The shaggy haired boy was holding two.

"Oh my Lord, look at that man!" I said, pointing to the window and making the girl turn around. "Who is that?" I asked, hoping she'd answer.

"Oh," she said "that's Hagrid. He works at Hogwarts."

I blinked. She had a slightly high pitched voice. Not falsetto but also not a tenor. She was a pleasing soprano.

"Yes," I said "he's sort of a servant, isn't he?"

The girl nodded "He's the gamekeeper."

I nodded in agreement with her. I had heard of this Hagrid "I hear he's sort of…savage. And every now and then, he gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to his bed."

She laughed, a high, tinkling sound. "That's a good one. But I think he's brilliant for bringing me here…and stuff.

I creased my eyebrows. Hogwarts only sent staff members shopping with their students if they didn't know about Hogwarts.

Well, she must have an explanation. I thought. It wouldn't hurt to ask.

"That's odd. Where are your parents?"

The girl looked down and bit her lip "Dead." she said.

Smart. I thought sarcastically to myself. It seemed she didn't want to address the matter further. But me and my big mouth had other plans.

"Oh, sorry." I said "Well, were they our kind at least?"

She nodded, looking a bit frazzled for the asking.

"Good. I don't really think Hogwarts should let the other sort in, you know…" I made a face "Muggle born. Some never hear of Hogwarts till they get the letter."

She made a face of disgust. "I was raised by despicable Muggles. And I never learned I was a witch until early this morning."

I couldn't hide my shock. She was talking smack about Muggles and she was raised by them "Oh," I muttered before saying aloud "You were raised by Muggles?"

She nodded, her disgusted look softened. "Yes. My aunt and uncle on my mum's side. They were of no help. Abusive little idiots. Smartest one in the family, I am."

I creased my eyebrows. So she's a half blood? I thought to myself. A Mudblood mother at least.

"What's your surname anyway?" I asked, wondering if her father was a pure blood.

She looked as if she was about to answer, but Madam Malkin said "That's. You done, dear."

The girl paid for her robes and started out.

"Well, I'll see you at Hogwarts." I said to her back.

The girl turned around and walked back up to me. "Yeah, see you." she said before walking out.

I paid for my robes and headed over to Ollivander's wand shop, where my parents were waiting for me with the rest of my school supplies.

"Sorry for the delay, Father. Malkin was busy." I said, sitting in between my mother and my father.

"No harm done, Draco. Ollivander was just checking out two black haired children. I think they were twins." Mother said as Ollivander walked out.

"Ah, Draco Malfoy." Ollivander said. "I knew you were going to be coming for your wand sooner or later."

I nodded and stood up.

"What's your wand hand?" Ollivander asked, conjuring up a tape measure.

"My left hand." I said, holding up my writing hand to prove a point.

Ollivander did his measurements on me and pulled out a bunch of wand boxes.

"Here." he said, handing me the first one "Yew and dragon heartstring. Good for Transfiguration."

I took it and before I could even wave it, it was snatched away.

"Not the wand." he said, handing me another one.

It seemed I was in Ollivander's for an hour when I finally had my wand choose me.

"Here we are." Ollivander said, handing me a wand from a box that was never opened "Just made. Hawthorn and unicorn tail hair. Ten and a quarter inches. Nice and powerful."

I took it and immediately felt the warm sensation Mother told me about when her wand chose her curl around my fingers. I waved the wand over my head and a blast of Beethoven's music sounded through the shop.

"Excellent!" Ollivander said as I handed him back the wand, which went back in the box and put on the counter. "I believe that this is your wand, Mr Malfoy."

I smirked as Father paid for my wand and all the way back to the Manor.

Little did I know that I was going to be in for a long month before school started.