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I glanced at the clock in the hall as I made my way to the front door through the hallway. It read 7:00. The Malfoys should have been at the door. I grabbed my already packed trunk, which contained all of my worldly possessions, and Gir, who was in his cage, placed on top of my trunk, from the hall closet, and opened the door.

There stood a slim, blonde haired woman, along with her husband, who had long platinum-blonde hair. However, neither of them caught my eye. Their son had drawn my attention. He had platinum hair, like his father, but it was gelled back. His eyes, which were silver-grey, reminded me of the color of metal. His skin was very pale, almost white.

'Hot!' I screamed mentally as I watched as his eyes scan my body up and down. My scarlet, hip length hair was in a ponytail on the back of my head, yet near the top of my head, held with a green hair tie, with a small braid that I always had hanging down by my right ear. I was wearing some emerald stud earrings. My sapphire-blue eyes were partly hidden by my bangs. My perfectly shaped, cherry red lips were just under my freckled nose and cheeks. I was wearing a forest green tube top, and some denim jean shorts, which caused my long, tan legs to be fully visible. I had silver sneakers on, but no socks, so the lightning bolt scar on my ankle was visible. When his eyes saw my lips, they rested there and he involuntarily licked his lips. When his eyes reached mine again, I threw him a smirk that screamed 'like what you see?'

"We're looking for Holly Farredel," said the man. "That would be me, sir," I replied politely. "Oh, well I'm Mr. Malfoy," he replied in his cold drawl. I nodded lightly to show my understanding. "Would you like to start out?" asked the woman, who added quickly "I'm Mrs. Malfoy, but you can call me Narcissa." Once again, I nodded. Then the boy smirked and put out his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly.

As soon as his lips touched my hand, I felt a bolt of energy shoot up my spine. I stood straighter automatically. "I'm Draco Malfoy," he drawled. "Holly Farredel, pleased to meet you," I replied, removing my hand from his. "I'm sure you remember Draco. You were very close as children," said Mr. Malfoy. I thought for a moment, and recalled the lake, swing set, and apple tree in the backyard of my house, all complete with a skinny blonde-haired, grey-eyed, and pale-skinned boy in every memory. "Yes, I do seem to recall that," I said smiling.

"Now then, off we go!" said Narcissa excitedly. I chuckled to myself a small bit. We apparated into London. But before we were taken away, I heard a miror shatter and a scream. I hped it was Sarah. No muggles seemed to notice. We walked into a small pub that I knew muggles could not see. Heads turned as we walked in. They all nodded in greeting to the Malfoys, then all eyes turned to me. Murmurs started going through the crowd, most of them being similar to "Oh look, Draco's got a new girlfriend." He apparently heard this too, as his cheeks became flushed. I felt a blush work up my face, and we glanced at each other.

Then someone noticed the lightning-bolt scar on my bare ankle. "No! It's Holly Farredel!" the person shouted. I groaned inwardly. I knew this would happen eventually. I was famous in the wizarding world for defeating Voldemort. I was called "the-girl-who-lived" all throughout the wizarding world. Then out came the cameras, and people asking me all sorts of questions while trying to shake my hand. Draco, who was being dragged by Narcissa, who was being dragged by Mr. Malfoy, dragged me out.

When we were out in the street, I sighed. At that moment, I realized that Draco and I were still holding hands. He did too and we both looked at our entwined fingers, then up at each other, and we both then pulled back. "I'll take your luggage and have some house elves bring it to the manor. Anyway, Draco, you stick with Holly, and Narcissa and I will split up and look for your books, cauldrons, and potion ingredients. Draco and Holly, go to Gringots first, then to Madam Malkin's. Stay there for a while and get Holly a new wardrobe as well as school robes for both of you. Later we will meet up by Ollivander's Wand Emporium to get your wands. We will have lunch at the Three Broomsticks and then we will visit… well, we can just surprise you," Mr. Malfoy drawled out the instructions, then turned on his heel and left. Narcissa waved then turned and left. I cleared my throat and turned to Draco with a puzzled expression. "Are they always so…" I trailed off. "Yes," he replied. "Oh. Is your mom named 'Narcissa'? Because she wanted me to call her that," I asked. "Yes," he responded.

We walked up to an enormous building, which had "Gringots Bank" etched above the door. gasped. He smirked. I rolled my eyes. We then walked inside. The goblin at the counter looked at us, expecting us to tell him who's key we wanted. "Um… the key to the Farredel vault, please," I said timidly, faltering a bit. "Farredel, eh?" he asked. "Um… yes please," I said, a little braver than last time. He nodded and ushered us into a small mine car.

I had heard about it, but I had never been in one. "First time in a mine car?" asked Draco. "Yeah," I said worryingly, "Got any advice?" "Okay, advice. Oh, I've got something: hold on," he said. My eyes widened as the car started out, going exceptionally fast. I held onto Draco's arm and closed my eyes. When the car stopped, we had apparently shifted. We were holding hands. We both let go of each other's hand and stepped out of the car. I felt dizzy, and lost my balance. Suddenly I was falling.

I closed my eyes in preparation for contact with the ground. Instead, I felt two strong arms grab me around the waist. I opened my eyes, only to find myself staring into two metal-grey pools. "Um…Thanks," I said quietly. "No problem," Draco replied, helping me back to my feet. As we started out walking down the path, I noticed then he stood about three inches taller than I did. I crossed my arms and huffed, obviously annoyed. Draco looked back at me, curiosity clear on his face. "I just realized you're taller than me. I'm so short!" I complained. "You're not short. I'm just really tall. You're about as tall as my Mom!" he said, apparently wanting me to feel better. "Suck-up," I muttered under my breath. He laughed, and I did too. We had become fast friends.

"We're here," said the goblin. He took a key out of his pocket, put it in the lock, and twisted the key. "Whoa," I whispered. There were piles and piles of galleons, sickles, and knuts as far as you could see. "The Farredel fortune, every last knut of it," I stated. "It looks bigger than the Malfoy and Zabini fortunes mixed together," Draco assumed stunned. "How much do you think I'll need?" I asked him. He shrugged. I rolled my eyes then said sarcastically, "Wow! How helpful!" Draco smirked. "Sarcastic much?" he asked. "My soul was removed to make room for all this sarcasm," I replied. We both laughed again.

In the end, I took fifteen galleons, twelve sickles, and fifty-four knuts. We got in the car and went back to the surface. The ride back up was a lot better, not as fast. We thanked the goblin and walked out. "So, onto Madam Malkin's," I said as we walked. "Yup," he replied. "Do you know where that is?" I inquired. "Ye….No," he said. "Lovely! Just peachy!" I heard a voice say. "Yeah, Draco! What that random voice said!" I scolded. He quirked his eyebrows at me.

A pudgy woman, middle aged, with red hair turned the corner. She had five children with her. "Ron, there's dirt on your nose," she said to the tallest boy. "MUM!" he cried. Then he saw me. His eyes stated their slow scan of my body. I rolled my eyes. Apparently, this was going to happen a lot. I peered around him to get a look at the rest of the children. There were twins, a lanky older child, and a girl that looked about my age. I smiled at her and she waved.

"Hello! My name is Ronald Weasley," said the boy, and I snapped back to attention. My father had warned me against the Weasleys. They were purebloods, but they liked muggles (ewww!). They were called blood traitors. 'Maybe this one is different?' I thought to myself. "Okay. Can I call you Ron instead?" I asked. "Yeah," he replied. "See you at school," said Draco, grabbing my hand and dragging me away. I smiled and waved, then started walking on my own. Draco didn't let go of my wrist.

We came upon the building we were looking for, a large building, which had a huge sign over the doorway that read "Madame Malkin's". We walked inside to be immediately greeted by Madame Malkin. "Hello! So, who are we shopping for?" she asked. "Well, we both need school uniforms, and Holly needs a whole new wardrobe," said Draco, as I nodded my head silently in agreement, and he dropped his hand. "Yes!" Madame Malkin said quietly to herself. "Now then, we better measure the little miss!" she announced quickly. After she had measured my waist, the length of my legs, and from the lower region of my back to above my chest, she bombarded me with all types of clothes, from dresses to bikinis, skirts to tops. I spent a lot of my money, buying almost every green thing she offered me that fit.

Draco hopped up out of his chair when I said, "Don't you think we should get our uniforms, now?" "Oh, okay," mumbled Madame Malkin, obviously disappointed that I did not want to spend anymore of my money on new and/or expensive clothes. "Dear," she said to me, "You are extraordinarily thin." She got me the smallest uniform she had, and… they fit. "Oh my goodness," she said.

Draco was then measured and given robes, pants, shirt, and vest according to his size. We decided to buy 20 of each item we needed, including socks, but we only bought three pairs of shoes each. We then decided to pay for our clothes. I looked at the clock; we had been in Madame Malkin's for two hours. As I got my money out for the uniforms, Draco stopped me. "I'll pay for them," he offered. I looked at him curiously. "Why?" I asked. He shrugged, and replied, "I don't know, I just feel like it." "Oh," I said. Just then, as Draco handed Madame Malkin the money for both our uniforms, the door of the shop opened and three people walked in.

The first two were twins, but one was a boy and one was a girl. I didn't take notice to the third member of the party. I was drawn to the girl and was friendly to her. She had jet-black hair that reached her calves and bangs that just brushed her eyebrows, jade green eyes, and was wearing some dark green shorts that had "Holyhead Harpies" written across the back. Her shirt was also dark green and had "Holyhead Harpies" written on it, but there was a gold talon emblazoned on the chest. She was wearing dark green sandals, with "Holyhead Harpies" written on the straps. She also had emerald dangle earrings that had "Holyhead Harpies" carved into the gems, so when the sun hit them at the right angle, you could see it.

"Hello," I said to her. "Hi, I'm Holly Potter," she replied, putting her hand out. "Wait," I said, "Blood status?" She tilted her head to the side in confusion, thinking, and then her face lit up as she realized what I was talking about. "Oh! Pure half-blood," she replied. I sighed in relief. My father had written that pure half bloods were okay, but half bloods were most definitely not. "Okay, I'm Holly Farredel, but you can call me Hol. I'm pureblood. I noticed you like the Holyhead Harpies. I do, too," I said, extending my hand and shaking hers, both of us beaming. "Oh, you can call me Hollyn," she replied. I noticed a lightning bolt scar was placed on her forearm. However, before I could say anything about it…

"Holly, what are you doing with this," said the boy, his eyes scanning my body. His hair was so messy. It was also jet black, but looked like it had never been cut or combed. Underneath his floppy bangs…was a scar like mine. I vaulted my eyebrows, and then I looked him up and down. He also had a pair of jade green eyes, but was wearing muggle clothing. He was wearing nerdy, taped up, circular glasses. I said nothing aloud, but internally I was screaming 'Cute!' "I was talking," she replied. He sneered at me and I glared. "This is my brother, Harry Potter," said Hollyn. "I'm surprised," I said, starting to smirk, "Apparently you got the Potter charm and he got the Potter rudeness." His expression darkened. My smirk was now full grown.

"Hey, look at this!" said… Ron. I smiled. "Hey, Ron!" I exclaimed, smiling. "Hey Hol...ly," he replied. "You can call me Hol," I said. "Okay," he replied. "Well," Draco said, "we'd better get going. Huh, Holly?" I nodded. "See you at school," I said walking out.

We walked along the streets until we hit "Ollivander's Wand Emporium". Draco's parents were already waiting for us there, sitting on a bench. "Hello, Holly and Draco," said Mr. Malfoy. "Well, let's go in then," said Narcissa. I wrinkled my nose in disgust as soon as we walked in to the rickety, small, obscenely old building. "Wow. I don't think anyone ever cleans in here," I stated, running my finger along a table, causing a dust- free streak, and layers of dust to appear on my finger.

"Hello," said a crackly old voice. I jumped and crashed into Draco, who quickly wrapped his arms around my waist to keep me from falling. "Mr. Ollivander, I think you've given Holly quite a scare," stated Draco, smirking down at my bewildered face. Mr. Malfoy and Narcissa exchanged glances and then looked at us.

I cleared my throat. Draco looked at me in mock curiosity. I glared then pointed at his arm, which was still wrapped around my waist. He mouthed the word 'Oh' then removed his arm. I turned to find Mr. Malfoy and Narcissa staring at us while trying to converse with Mr. Ollivander. I blushed and took a step away from Draco.

Mr. Ollivander turned to Draco and I, then inquired, "So, who wants to be measured first?" I turned to Draco. "Ladies first," he said, answering my unasked question. I rolled my eyes at him and stepped forward to be measured. "Which is your quill hand, miss?" Mr. Ollivander asked me. "My right, sir," I answered politely. "What a little lady!" Mr. Ollivander exclaimed as he measured the length and circumference of my arm. I smiled and blushed as Draco winked at me from his seat by the window.

"My dear," Mr. Ollivander said to me, "Have you been eating alright? You are extremely thin." I was starting to become uncomfortable. Mr. Malfoy noticed this and stated, "Don't you think you should start pulling wands for Miss Farredel?" pointedly. As Mr. Ollivander walked to the back, I mouthed 'Thank you' to Mr. Malfoy. He nodded his head in acceptance.

"Here this one might suit you," said Mr. Ollivander as he brought out a wand from the back. "14" holly, veela hair: Venus – Love of family and domesticity, reliable, trustworthy, romantic, great love of beauty, usually attractive, dislikes discord. You may be obstinate," he stated. "What was my mother?" I asked quietly. "Oh, well, she was an 11"oak, unicorn horn: The Moon – Gentle, passive, creative, thinker, inventive, charm, intuition. She lacked self-confidence and was changeable – even deceitful – as well as over-sensitive and depressive. She got along with opposites. Her wand worked well as a balance between good and evil," he said.

"And my father?" I questioned. "17"cherry, dragon's heartstring: Saturn – Incorporated the rebellious contradictions of four symbolized by will power and individuality. It meant sorrow but was also associated with worldly success. He had deep and intense feelings even though they may have appeared cold and others often misunderstood him. His wand would have been good at the dark arts," he responded quickly. I nodded.

I grasped the wand in my hand and waved it. Bright green sparks shot immediately out of the end, blinding everyone in the room temporarily. "That's your wand! The sparks were a little brighter than usual, but it worked," he stated. I beamed. He wrapped up my wand in a box and handed it to me. "Thank you," I stated going to sit in the seat Draco had currently occupied, while he measured Draco.

"Here Mr. Malfoy, try this wand. 16" hawthorn wood, with a dragon heart string core," said Mr. Ollivander, handing the wand to Draco. Green sparks shot of his wand also, but not as bright as the sparks that had come out of my wand. "Nice try, Draco," said a voice I did not know, "But, uh, the sparks weren't as bright as the gorgeous girl's over there." A tall boy stood there. He had high cheekbones, dark skin, and long, brown slanting eyes.

"Blaise, how are you?" asked Draco. "A friend of yours Draco? Aren't you going to introduce us?" I asked teasingly getting up and walking over to where the two boys were standing.

Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy told us to stay here for a little while, and Mr. Ollivander had once again disappeared into the small room he had come from. "Blaise meet Holly, Holly meet Blaise," said Draco, "Blaise will be staying at Malfoy Manor with us." "Oh, wonderful," I replied smirking. His eyes started to roam down my body. I was actually getting used to being greeted this way.

"He's coming with us then?" I asked. "Yes, he is, Holly," he replied firmly. "No need to get so forceful," I said in a singsong voice. He rolled his eyes, crossed his arms, blushed, and mumbled "Stupid girls." I wacked him in the arm. "I heard that!" I scolded. "Ow, that hurt!" Draco exclaimed rubbing his arm. Blaise laughed, and then said, "She'll make a good chaser someday." I grinned at him.

Blaise then slung his arm around my shoulders and started steering me towards the door. I went along with it, but then called over my shoulder, "Coming, Blondie?" to Draco. He looked absolutely livid. As we started out, Blaise was laughing uncontrollably, occasionally gasping for breath, stopping then exclaiming "Blondie!" and going back to the hysterical laughter. Draco and I exchanged nervous glances frequently.

When we reached the Three Broomsticks, Blaise had calmed down, Draco was no longer mad, and I was still fine. We walked in and I noticed they were playing muggle music, the kind I liked. In addition, it was my third favorite muggle song, "Hit Me Up" by Gia Farrell. I started singing the words mentally the words as we located Draco's parents and sat down.

The waiter came just then. "You can go first, Holly," said Narcissa. "Thank you. I'll have an iced tea and a salad with ranch dressing, please," I told the girl. She nodded and took the orders of Narcissa, then Mr. Malfoy, then Draco, and lastly Blaise. Almost immediately, my order was there. I watched Mr. Malfoy and Narcissa. I knew manners.

They looked at each other and then me approvingly. Mr. Malfoy raised his glass. Narcissa, Draco, Blaise, and I followed suit. We all subsequently took a drink together. After we put our glasses down, Mr. Malfoy nodded and we all started to eat.

When we had all finished, Mr. Malfoy paid. We walked outside. "Alright where we are taking you now is a surprise, so no peeking," giggled Narcissa, handing Blaise, Draco, and I blindfolds. I shrugged and tied the green cloth around my head. "Might as well, mate. Holly did," I heard Blaise say. A few minutes later, I listened to Draco grumbling, "Alright Mum! I'll put it on!" I stifled my laughter after imagining Narcissa trying to put a blindfold on Draco. "Here we go!" I heard Narcissa squeal excitedly.

"I can't see where I'm walking to!" exclaimed Draco a few moments later, who was somewhere to the right of me. "I can't see anything! Can you, Holly?" asked Blaise, to my left. "No, and by the way, call me Hol," I replied. "How come I can't call you 'Hol'?" asked Draco. "You can, you just never asked," I replied cheekily. "Okay! Take off your blindfolds!" called Narcissa. I untied the back of the blindfold. So did Blaise and Draco. "Welcome to 'Magical Menagerie'" announced Narcissa happily.

"A pet shop?" inquired Draco. "O…M…G," I said slowly. "Narcissa and I are going to get you a school pet. You can pick a cat, an owl, or a toad," said Mr. Malfoy. "Thank you!" I exclaimed. Narcissa looked at me quizzically. "Do you…like animals?" she asked. "No… I love them!" I said. "Me too!" she exclaimed, "I think we'll get along just fine." I smiled.

As soon as we walked inside, I headed for the kittens. So did Blaise. "You like kittens?" I asked him. "No, I just wanted to see them. I like to carefully consider all of my options," he replied smirking. "You just wanted to follow me," I accused. "Guilty," was his reply. I nodded my head and half smiled. The kittens were placed in a large cage. "Awww!" Blaise and I both exclaimed.

I walked over to them. All of them came over to the side I was on. There were orange ones, white ones, grey ones, yellow ones, brown ones, and ones with mixed colors. I immediately saw the one I wanted. She was huddled in the corner, sleeping. She was all black. Period. She was smaller than all the others were. I smiled, then turned, and sprinted to the counter bench, where Mr. Malfoy and Narcissa were waiting. "I know which one I want," I announced, as Blaise came up behind me, panting. "Merlin, you're fast!" he gasped. "Really? I've never noticed," I replied.

"Okay, we'll tell the shopkeeper that you've picked," said Narcissa, calling over the shopkeeper, and saying to her, "Holly has found her pet." "Okay," she said. "So," she said as we walked to the back, "I'm Madame Yemen. What's your name?" "I'm Holly Farredel." She stopped, and whirled around to face me. "Really? Let me see your scar," she commanded. "Alright," I said. I grabbed my heel and pulled it up so it was near my head. "Whoa, you're really flexible!" exclaimed Draco from behind me. I looked over my shoulder and said "Thanks!" "There's the scar," said Madame Yemen. "Yup," I said sadly, dropping my heel and putting my foot back on the floor, "My stupid scar."

"Awww, Hol," said Draco. He hugged me. "Hey! Someone should have told me we were allowed to hug Hol! I wanted to, too!" said Blaise. "Come here," I said. Blaise grinned from ear to ear. I hugged him. I was much unprepared for what he did next. He picked me up off the ground. "Blaise! Put me down!" I yelled. "Seriously, Blaise, I think you better put her down," said Draco. "Guess what, Blaise?" I whispered in his ear, "My dad taught me the Unforgivables when I was one and a half. Oh, wait a minute: didn't I just get my wand, and put it in my pocket." His eyes widened and he put me down. "Thank you. Oh, and Blaise, I don't have pockets," I said before turning and once again starting towards the back, Madame Yemen following, leaving Blaise open mouthed. "That one's a Slytherin," I heard him murmur to Draco, who was laughing hysterically at Blaise's gullible behavior.

"That one," I told Madame Yemen, pointing at the small black ball curled up in the corner. "Awww!" she crooned, unlocking the top of the cage and gently picking the kitten up. It mewed gently and yawned. Madame Yemen handed the tiny kitten to me. The kitten opened its adorable eyes and looked at me. They were a dark green. I grinned widely. "That one's a girl," said Madame Yemen, "She's all yours, and the supplies are in a package. I'll give her, and the package, to ya free. Good publicity in exchange, ya here?" I nodded my head. "Good," she replied.

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