"Harry come, come look at this!" Lia called, her eyes fixated upon what looked to be a thread of white, cloudy smoke. It was trapped inside a glass container, and every now and then, there would be a bang as it knocked onto the glass, most likely in an attempt to escape. The label on the side read 'Hinkypink' in vivd blue letters.

It had been a marvellous day. Sunlight fell upon her face in warm shimmery rays, and Lia thought her head was going to spontaneously combust from all the unbelievable things she'd encountered throughout her stroll down Diagon Alley.

For some reason unknown to her, Harry was a very famous figure around these parts. It had irritated her a bit at first, how the other witches and wizards were almost fighting for the privilege to shake Harry's hand, pat him on the back, or even just exchange pleasantries - all the while ignoring her. She supposed she was a touch jealous, but she reminded herself that Harry deserved the attention - after he survived that gods awful St. Gordons' School for Prats.

Although, she was definitely not jealous when he shook hands with the stuttering Professor Quirrell. Her hair had stood up in discomfort - he had been such an uncomfortably awkward and strange man.

Another strange thing that Lia could not make sense of was why everyone looked shocked when they were informed of her existence.

"Another Potter? Why, I've never heard of this before!" A witch had exclaimed. "Who could have thought that Lily had twins?" Her expression was almost frustrated.

Lia stayed silent. What was she supposed to reply to that? Sorry, you didn't know I was alive, Mrs. It's too bad mum died before she could formally introduce us. Or maybe, she could tell her that Lily picked a baby up out of the garbage and decided to keep her. The woman would surely appreciate that.

After a slightly awkward silence the witch had said, "Ah…well…it's an honour to meet you sweetheart, anyhow."

"C'mon." Hagrid spoke as he caught up to Harry and Lia, who were now both ogling the magical creatures that moved around in the cages.

"Plenty o' that to see at Hogwarts. You two best be gettin' your robes now". He pointed them towards a shop that had a shiny sign saying 'Madam Makin's Robes for All Occasions'. "Would ya' mind if I dash'd off ta' the Leaky Cauldron for a bit? Needa' pick somethin' up."

"No worries at all," Lia said, smiling up at Hagrid. The man had been affectionate to them, and despite his great stature, he did not appear intimidating to her. He reminded her slightly of one of those giant teddy bears she had once seen on a shop window, when she was accompanying the Dursleys whilst they did their Christmas shopping.

The sign on the shop read 'Madam Malkin's' in ornate, cursive letter, and the brick walls were painted with vibrant purple. Inside, they met a boy – a boy with shiny white-blond hair and very pale skin, and features so sharp, Lia thought she'd be cut if she got too close.

Lia deciphered that he must have been a wizard too, if he was here in this shop, and he appeared to be around their age too. She realised with a jolt that he might have been going to Hogwarts as well, for there couldn't be many wizarding schools in this part of England, right?

She was just walking over to introduce herself, until right in line with her thoughts, the boy turned around and spotted Harry.

"Hello," he said, "Hogwarts, too?"

Harry nodded, the movement sparking the other boy into a lengthy ramble about brooms, and sorting, and houses. She found that she was unable to understand his words, and growing increasingly bored, she chose to instead peek coyly at him.

He stunk of wealth. She could feel it radiating off him in his stance, his expression, the manner in which he spoke – a spoiled, lofty tone hung about him. Lia looked at the long, black, tailor-made clothes he was wearing. They sure did look nice. She was a touch envious. Petunia usually only gave her the disgustingly frilly, moth-eaten clothes that she used to wear as a child.

"I say, look at that man!" the boy exclaimed all of a sudden, pointing outside the window.

Lia spun around and saw Hagrid. She couldn't help grinning. The small package he was trying to hold delicately in his hands made him seem comparatively bigger, with a sort of cute clumsy aura. Like an oversized dog.

"Oh, that's Hagrid," she said.

The boy's eyes quickly skimmed over her, before resting on her own, so that the grey irises met the gold. He cocked his head slightly, as if acknowledging her for the first time.

There was a stillness, until he finally said, "I've heard of him. He's sort of a servant, isn't he?"

"He's the gamekeeper," Harry replied. Lia could see his eyes grow colder. "I think he's brilliant."

She nodded her head in support. Who did this boy think he was, going around being so rude like that, when he didn't appear to have even spoken to Hagrid? Besides, servant? What was this? The middle ages?

The blonde boy eyed her. "Why is he accompanying you? Where are your parents?"

"Well that's none of your beeswax," Lia said, a bit surprised at being asked such a private question by a stranger. "Didn't your parents teach you not to be so nosy?"

"Are they wizards?"

"Do I know you?" Then she smirked, as she felt a spark of mischief. She let her eyes widen in horror. "Quick!" she yelled. "Check your face!"

The boy ran his hands over his skin, probably fearing that he'd just caught some infection or sprouted a wart. As if that would even make him any uglier.

"I think I just found your nose in my business." Lia bought her hand to her forehand and pretended to faint in terror.

Harry's pupils dilated a fraction at her theatrics. "Lia," he whispered, a little nervous, "Be nice."

The boy looked both shocked and offended. "…Well. Are they?"

"Yes," Lia said curtly. "But they're dead".

He seemed momentarily appeased, (really who was appeased that someone's parents were dead?) but he shot a glare at her as he said a curt and false, "I'm sorry".

Lia shot an equally icy stare back at the boy. Two-facedness was not a quality she personally admired.

"Why does it matter if they were wizards or not?" she said. "We're all going to Hogwarts, aren't we? What, don't tell me you're writing a biography about Harry or something?"

Blondie snorted. "You're an idiot. You must really know nothing about the wizarding world huh?" He appeared incredulous.

"Oi. Watch who you're calling an idiot, you stupid prat," Lia said. She felt her fist shake.

But, no. It was the start of her wizarding journey, and she didn't want to get in trouble already. Also, she thought that it would be wise if she learnt some more spells, before she started picking fights. She wouldn't like it much if she sprouted a tail like Dudley had that night with Hagrid.

"You'll find that some blood is better than others," the boy launched into a long rant about 'blood' and 'purity'. He honestly sounded like a vampire, the way he spoke about it. Lia thought that if his blood was really as 'fine' as he claimed, he should just get ahead with it and drink it already - he seemed to be enough of a narcissist and a weirdo to do something like that.

She passed a shared look with Harry, and he nodded. "Let's go, Lia".

They picked up their fresh new robes and walked out of the store, leaving the blond boy inside still mid-talk.

Little did she know, that the boy stared after them, long after she had already left, his gaze a mix of disbelief, resentment and grudging curiosity.

Who were these people, who didn't seem to understand anything? They had said that their parents were wizards, so they couldn't be muggle born. But then again, they could be lying. Who didn't understand that they should treat him, a Malfoy, with respect? Who in the world dared to just leave when he was speaking? And who was that girl, the one that reminded him of a cobra when she spoke? Draco didn't like her already.

Even his mother commented on him being absent-minded, as she bought him his books. He couldn't help it. He had worked himself up into an angry frenzy, thinking about the strange boy and the girl.