Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish I did I do not own Harry Potter.
I was standing on Platform 9 ¾, just awestruck by everything, and everyone, around me, when the whistle on the train blew. I hurried to get on.
I walked past children hugging their parents good-bye. And calls of, "I love you!", "I'll miss you!", "Be Safe!" And started to feel a bit downhearted.
I was looking for an empty compartment to sit in, but they all had someone in it. I finally choose one with just one boy, who seemed about my age.
His face was toward the window when I slid open the door. I stepped in and he turned to look at me.
He had a pale, pointed face with steel blue eyes and light blonde hair. "Can I help you?" he said with a sneer.
"Oh. Everywhere else is full. Can I sit here?"
He looked at me like he was appraising whether I was good enough to sit with him. What I didn't know is that was exactly what he was doing.
"I guess." he said in a bored drawl. He turned his attention back to the window.
I sat down in the seat across form him. "Well my name's Rina." I said quietly.
He looked at me, "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
"Well it's nice to meet you Draco." A look of what I think was surprise crossed his face for just a second. It seemed like he wasn't used to people being nice to him. I knew that feeling.
"Uhm, yeah, you too." he muttered.
"So, is this your first year?" I asked.
"Yes. Is it yours?"
"It is, and I'm a little nervous." Boy was that a huge understatement.
"About what?"
"Just meeting all these people, I'm kind of shy." Another understatement, I could hardly believe I had the courage to talk to him. But, there was just something about him that made me feel comfortable.
"I'm sure you'll be fine."
The train pulled to a stop, this was it, I was here.
Draco and me walked off the train together, but we were separated in the rush of people getting off. I made my way over to where a man was calling for First Years.
When we got inside the castle a tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes stood there.
"Welcome to Hogwarts," she said, "I am Professor McGonagall."
I looked around for Draco, but I couldn't see him.
"The Sorting Ceremony's about to start. Now, form a line," Professor McGonagall told us, "and follow me."
She led us through a pair of double doors into the Great Hall. I had never seen anything like it, it was so beautiful, so spectacular. Students sat at four long tables, I guessed for the four different houses. Mum wrote about them in her letter, there was Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. And there were candles floating in midair everywhere and at the top of the hall there was a table where the teachers were sitting.
In front of that table sat a stool with a raggedy old hat on top of it, the Sorting Hat.
McGonagall started to call students up and the Sorting Hat would shout out their house.
"You nervous?" a boy standing next to me asked, he had messy black hair and bright green eyes behind round glasses.
"Yes, are you?"
"Yes." He turned back to his two friends, one a girl with bushy brown hair, the other a tall boy with freckles and hair that was a flaming red colour.
"Granger, Hermione!" McGonagall called.
The girl with the bushy brown hair ran up to the hat and placed it on her head.
"GRYFFINDOR!"
The red-headed boy groaned, "Great, stuck with her." I chuckled and he looked over at me with a friendly smile.
"Kerr, Rina!"
"Well that's me." I said and smiled as I walked to the hat and placed it on my head.
"Hmm," it said in my ear, "I think you belong in GRYFFINDOR!"
Just like my mum, I thought as I walked to the table, I sat next to Hermione, "I'm so glad I ended up in Gryffindor!" she said.
"Yeah. Me too." I smiled and turned my attention back to the sorting.
Draco was the next person called up, before the hat even touched his head it yelled, "SLYTHERIN."
I was crestfallen. Mum wrote about how horrible Slytherin's were. Draco didn't seem horrible.
I barely noticed when Hermione's two friends, Harry and Ron, came to sit by us. But it was kind of hard not to notice when the dishes in front of us were suddenly filled with food.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione all started filling their plates. Ron saw that I wasn't, "It's Rina right?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"Why aren't you eating?"
"Dunno." I smiled and took a scoop of mashed potatoes.
I'm kind of happy with this chapter, although it is a bit boring. I just need to get my introductions out of the way, and then the drama can start.
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