Author's Note: Chapter two! Hannah first meets Draco Malfoy. (I know it's Harry in the original book, but I thought it would be better if it was Hannah who met him first, then told Harry about it when they were on the train) Like always, I dont own Harry Potter!
Chapter 2
First Meeting
It was settled then. Hagrid took Harry and me from the cabin to Harry's and mine's school shopping. Hagrid was right. He had got me an owl, a beautiful snowy owl, like Harry's. I named her Gwendolyn. Harry named his Hedwig.
I remember when we went into Diagon Alley. It was hidden in a bar that non magic people (Muggles) didn't notice. Hagrid took Harry to get a pick-me-up while I was left to be fitted for robes.
"Hello, Hogwarts dear?" the kindly witch behind the counter said, I was guessing it was Madam Malkin, the owner of the shop
I nodded, looking around my surroundings in wonder.
"There are a lot of them coming today, in fact, there is a young boy here being fitted now."
I was lifted up onto the stool next to this strange boy. He had platinum blonde hair and was really thin. But I felt like I knew him from somewhere. I was shy so I didn't say much. I didn't even know if he knew who I was, like the people in the Leaky Cauldron knew my brother. I was there too, but I was barely noticed.
"Hello." said the boy "Hogwarts too?"
I nodded.
"My father is up the street looking at books and my mother is looking for Potion ingredients. We are going to meet up later and get my wand. Maybe, I might drag them off to look at brooms. I don't know why the first years can't have their own. I might have Father buy me one and I'll sneak it in somehow."
This boy reminded me so much of me. I would love that idea of smuggling something in. especially a broom, I read about myths about people flying around on brooms. That thought sounded cool.
"Do you have your own broom?"
I shook my head sadly.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
Again I shook my head, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be.
"I do, I could show you, at Hogwarts if you like."
I smiled and nodded.
"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?"
I shook my head.
"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 think I'd leave wouldn't you?"
I shrugged.
"Oh my Lord, look at that man!" the boy yelled pointing to Hagrid and Harry who were holding ice creams (Harry was holding two) "Who is that?"
"That's Hagrid he works at Hogwarts."
"Yes, he's sort of a servant isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper."
"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."
I laughed "That's a good one. But I think he's brilliant for bringing me here…and stuff."
"That's odd. Where are your parents?"
"Dead."
"Oh, sorry. Well were they our kind at least?"
I nodded. I knew he meant witch and wizard
"Good, I don't really think Hogwarts should allow the other sort in, you know…Muggle born. Some never hear of Hogwarts till they get the letter."
"I was raised by despicable Muggles. And I never learned I was a witch until early this morning."
"Oh, you were raised by Muggles?"
"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."
"What's your surname, anyway?"
"That's," Malkin said "You done, dear."
"Well, see you at Hogwarts." the boy said
"See you."
After I walked out of Madam Malkin's with a bag full of robes and possibly a new friend, I went with Harry to Flourish and Blott's. The shop was a large, two floored building with magic books on everything! I had gotten all but one of my books; A Standard Book of Spells Grade 1. I found one copy lying randomly on a pile of jinx books. I picked it up and pulled it into my shopping bag. But it didn't want to go in. I looked to the book, and there was a hand on it. I looked to the hand's owner. She had light brown hair and blue eyes. She was tall and lean.
"Hi." I said. "I was going to get that book."
"Hi, I was too."
"Well, here you can have it." I said letting go of it.
"Thanks, here, I'll help you find another copy if you want?"
"Sure, thanks, I'm Hannah by the way."
"I'm Ivy. Ivy Duff. Nice to meet you."
"So…Hogwarts too?"
"Yeah. I'm really excited to go. How about you?"
"Me too."
"I want to play Quidditch for my house. Do you like Quidditch?"
"I don't know what Quidditch is." I said gloomily "I only just heard about it from a boy in Madam Malkin's."
"It's a wizard sport. Played on broomsticks. You'd love it. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No. You?"
"I'm hoping Gryffindor, it seems by far the best. If not, anything but Slytherin. No witch or wizard from Slytherin turned out so well. You-Know-Who was one."
"You mean…if You-Know-Who wasn't a Slytherin I would probably still have my parents and wouldn't have this eyesore?" I asked pulling back my hair to reveal my scar.
Ivy's jaw dropped "Bloody hell! You're Hannah Potter!"
"Yeah, I am."
"They say you live amongst Muggles. Is that true?"
"You mean those despicable, undesirable beasts I have to call my family, schoolmates and neighbours, than yes I do."
"Don't say that. I live near Muggle neighbourhood and they aren't all bad."
"Muggles in my neighbourhood are almost all bad and abusive towards me. I only like Mrs Figg. She treats me well. Unlike my aunt uncle and cousin. They beat me, neglect me and treat me like a slave. And after I go back from here, I'm probably going to be beaten again for being a witch."
"Hannah, it's time to go." Harry said coming over.
"Do I have to go?"
"Sorry, but you do."
"Actually, Mr Potter," I kind older woman said coming over to the three of us "I heard everything this poor girl lived through. Ivy, would you like your little friend to stay with us for the rest of the summer?"
"Really, Gramma?" Ivy asked hopefully.
"Absolutely, if she wants to." the woman said smiling.
My eyes lit up. Away from the Dursleys two weeks early?
"Well, I don't see why Hannah can't spend the rest of the summer with her new friend. So it's up to her." Harry said.
"Harry, like always you rock!" I said "I would love to come! Thank you."
"My pleasure, Ms Potter."
"I'll go get her clothes, wait here." Harry said walking out of the shop into the Leaky Cauldron.
"This is so exciting! You'll love my dad. And you met my Gramma." Ivy said.
"What about your-"
"Mum? You-Know-Who killed her when I was a baby."
"I am so sorry."
"It's ok, I just hate how I never got to meet her. But I have my dad and my Gramma. So I've lived in some magic. My dad was Muggle-born you see."
Harry came back into the shop with my backpack full with clothes.
"Ok, Hannah. You mind your manners with the Duffs. And I'll see you in a couple weeks."
"Bye Harry, I love you." I said hugging him.
"Love you too, sis."
Ivy, her Gramma and I went into the Leaky Cauldron and right to the fireplace.
"Where's the Floo Powder?" Ivy's Gramma asked.
"There, Gramma on the mantle."
Ivy's Gramma took the small pot of strange green powder and threw a small amount into the flames. The flames erupted and turned green.
"You and Ivy are going to go together." Ivy's Gramma said stepping into the flames
"Godric's Hollow!" she said and she started spinning out of sight.
"Keep your eyes closed, the soot in them is not fun." Ivy warned taking my arm and stepping into the flames.
"Godric's Hollow!" she said.
We started spinning I squeezed my eyes closed and gripped Ivy's arm tightly.
When I opened my eyes again, we were in a large cottage. I must've been in Godric's Hollow.
"Stay here. My dad has been dying to meet Hannah Potter. He will never believe that I made friends with you. HEY DAD!" Ivy yelled running upstairs. "YOU"LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S HERE!"
I blushed. Nobody was ever dying to meet me. They were dying to get away from me. Well, that will take some getting used to.
Ivy came bouncing downstairs, with a lean younger man in tow. He seemed confused until he met my eyes. His own lit up as they raked towards my scar.
"Hannah Potter!" he gasped "Ivy, how'd you…?
"Met her in Flourish and Blott's. And her twin too."
He came up to me "Daniel Duff. Such a pleasure, Ms Potter, such a pleasure." he said shaking my hand.
"Dad! Hannah isn't a side show. She's my friend."
"Right, my apologies. Ivy, you can take Hannah up to your room."
Ivy walked me upstairs to the final door in the hall. It was covered in pictures of people on broomsticks.
"That, Hannah is Quidditch." she said addressing the posters.
We walked into her room, which was completely blue. It was like walking into a fridge. There was even a strange blue emblem on the duvet on the bed that read "Puddlemere United."
"My Quidditch team." Ivy announced "You can put your stuff on the bed if you want."
