Hey guys its Michelle. I don't think that I am going to have a set amount of chapters or anything for this chapter, so I am not going to really have a plan. This means that I might have some parts that are repeated or something like that, so just bear with me, as I probably don't know that I repeated it. I am sorry I haven't updated FLFG (for those of you reading it, if you aren't, go read it!). I updated the picture for this story, I hope you like it!

DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT!

*12 days later*

Dragon rushed out the door behind Hermione, who was sprinting to the car with excitement screaming:

"Mom! Dad! Dragon! Hurry up! We need to go! We don't want to be late for the train!"

Dragon just rolled his eyes and walked out after, while her parents behind him looked at each other and laughed at their daughter's antics. Nevertheless, they walked over to the car and got into the respective driver and passenger seats, while Hermione held the door open for Dragon and her new cat, Crookshanks. Dragon hopped in the car, then leaned down to pick up the cat, putting him in the car next to him.

"Hermione"

Her dad, Dan, started to say.

"Yes dad?"

She replied.

"Did you get everything you need?"

He asked her twisting around to look at her in the back seat.

"Yes Dad."

She replied to him.

"Dragon helped me pack, and then lift it into the boot the other day. I made sure I had all of my textbooks, my quills, my robes, and everything else that I will need. There are also school owls at the school that I can borrow to send you a letter if I forget something. I read about it in Hogwarts: A History."

Hermione said, being the organized person she is, counting off everything on her fingers as she went through her mental packing list.

"Ok, that's great. I'm glad you got it done so early."

Her father replied turning back around to face the front of the car.

"Well if that is all, we had better get going! It will take about an hour and a half to get there, and its 9:00! Let's go!"

He finished, and Emma Granger hit the gas taking them on their journey from Crawley all the way to London, and Kings Cross Station, where her daughter would begin the first chapter of her new life, as a witch in the Wizarding World.

*In Wiltshire and hour later*

"Draco darling."

Draco heard from the staircase.

"You had better hurry up and head down for breakfast. It is 10:00. We leave at 10:45."

His mother called.

"Yes, mother. I shall be down in a second."

Draco replied, rolling his eyes as he did so.

"Come on Helen, we 'have to' go to breakfast."

Draco almost whined to his room emphasizing the have to of his sentence, before catching the eye of the ghost who was just standing there, snickering and trying very hard to hold back her giggles, before they finally relented, and she was full out laughing and it became contagious, so before long, he was laughing as well, although he had no idea what he was laughing at.

Before long they both decided that heading down to breakfast would be the best course of action. Helen just disappeared down through the floor, but Draco was forced to walk, down the 6 flights of stairs that would take him to the breakfast room. He hurried down them though, as he wanted to be there when Helen arrived.

He arrived downstairs in the breakfast room, and saw Helen giggling in a corner, while his mother was sitting at the table next to his father. He just smiled in the general direction of Helen before sitting down across from his mother.

"Good morning, Mother, Father."

He said nodding at each respectively, before sitting in the magically enchanted chair that pushed itself in, and folded the napkin on Draco's lap.

"Good morning Draco, dear. I see that you made in downstairs, although you are still in your bedclothes."

His mother said to him, looking him over with a judging eye. Draco knew pretty well that she did not like him coming down to breakfast in his bedclothes, but he would rather be there in the wrong clothes than be late. According to his mother 'Early was on time, on time was late, and late was unacceptable.' That was the mantra she lived by when it came to punctuality in people. He would rather be On-Time and late, then unacceptable.

"Yes, mother. I am sorry for my inappropriate attire, I did not wake up on time, and figured I had better get down to breakfast when you called."

He responded to his mother, inwardly rolling his eyes.

"It is quite alright Draco, dear. Just remember that in Hogwarts, you must wake up on time, and be down to breakfast in your robes."

She reminded him. At the word Hogwarts, his entire face brightened. He forgot he headed off to the grand school today! How could he have forgotten the day that he had looked forward to since he first heard about the school when he was 3.

"Of course Mother. I would not dishonor the family is such a way that I arrived to breakfast in my bedclothes."

He said, watching his mother nod with a small smile, before he began to wolf down his breakfast, sneaking a glance at the clock on the wall. 10:15. That meant 30 minutes to finish eating, get dressed, and fix his hair.

"Please excuse me Mother, Father. I must go and get ready for the train."

He said to his parents, before racing up the stairs, discreetly beckoning Helen to follow him up. When he arrived in his room he saw Helen sitting on his bed, and she took one look at him before bursting in to laughter, causing him to burst into hysterics as well. He always had to act so proper in front of his parents, and it made him laugh. His eye caught the clock on the wall and saw the time. 10:30. Which meant 15 minutes had flown by.

"Oh my gosh!"

He exclaimed before rushing into his closet to get dressed, and ready to go. He ran out of the bathroom 5 minutes later happy with his outfit choice, before racing into the bathroom to fix his hair. He put some gel in it, before ruffling it up, to give him more of a relaxed look. Then he brushed his teeth, and washed his face. He ran out of the room to see the clock at 10:41. Just enough time to race downstairs.

"Dobby!"

He called.

"Yes, young master?"

Dobby replied after appearing with a crack.

"Can you take my trunk down to Father for me?"

He asked the elf. Dobby merely nodded, before he and his trunk disappeared with another crack.

"Helen!"

He called again, before seeing his best friend pop out of the bathroom.

"I'm ready. Let's go!"

She said, excited, before disappearing into the floor, causing him to run out the door and down the stairs. He looked at the clock when he got down, and it said 10:44. He had made it.

A/N: I know this is a REALLY lame ending. SORRY! I am going to write up the other bit right now and hopefully post it very soon after this one. I like my chapters to be around 1,000 words each, and don't like it to be too long. The next part would have taken a large chunk out of my next chapter, so I decided to end it there. The next chapter should be up in the next couple of days (if not tonight), so look for it then! If you have any ideas for the story, just leave a review or message me, and I will try and fit them in! As always, please remember to review as that gives me encouragement to keep writing!

(The quote about lateness was taken from my AP History teacher)