"AHHHHHH!" I was woken up by a loud noise that sounded like a train horn. I shot up off the moist ground, and looked at my surroundings. "Where the hell am I?" I asked myself, scared out of my mind and on the verge of tears. I looked to my left and saw an old fashion train. "What the hell?" people were starting to get off the train, they all looked young. Some looked my age and others looked as young as 10. "Where the frick am I?" I panicked. I walked around the train and saw the platform. All of the young kids were gathered around a giant man with a dark black bushy beard that had gray patches, and had hair to match.
I walked up on the platform and tried to find someone who could tell me where I was. I made a snap decision and got on the train. I knew the conductor would know for sure where I was. As I walked down the aisle I tripped over something. I looked back to see what I tripped over and nothing was their. I felt around and touched something.
"What the hell is this? Is it invisible?" I felt down the sides of the invisible thing and found what felt like the edge of a cloth or blanket. I pulled it back and it reviled a boy. He had blood flowing profusely from what was sure to be a broken nose. He had round glasses that were broken, and behind the glasses were two light green eyes.
"Oh my goodness are you alright?" I had already decided that this was all just a dream and I would be waking up soon, so it wouldn't hurt to help this poor boy.
He coughed to life and I helped him up off the aisle floor.
"Yea I'm fine. Come on we've got to get off the train before we get shipped back to London." He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the train, before it's whistle blew signaling that is was getting ready to take off.
"Your nose looks broken are you sure you'll be alright?" I asked as I inspected his injury.
"Yea I'll be fine. I'll just have Madam Pomfrey, or someone else fix it before the sorting ceremony." None of what he said made sense to me.
"Who before the what now?" I stated clearly confused.
"Oh I'm sorry. Are you a transfer student?" I was about to answer but I guess he had already assumed that I was a new student. "Makes sense I don't think I've ever seen you around Hogwarts before." He finished while walking towards a large gate. I followed him.
"Hogwarts? The school of magic?" I remembered reading about it before falling asleep. That convinced me that it was a dream, because I had read about the Wizarding World before falling asleep.
"Yes, where else did you think you were?" He laughed awkwardly. "I'm Harry by the way." He extended his hand for me to shake.
"Nice to meet you, now please don't bleed on me." I shook his hand and he laughed.
"So do you have a name by any chance?" He asked. I felt like a complete idiot.
"Yes, I'm sorry. Olivia, Olivia Stone." I smiled at him. He smiled back but winced in pain.
"Are you sure theirs not anything I can do to help your nose?" I asked again.
"Here hold these for a second." he handed me his bloody glasses. Then pulled a very smooth stick from his pocket. He pointed the stick at his nose. " Episkey" He whispered to himself and a loud crack filled the air followed by Harry's pain filled moans. " Well, how does it look?" He asked.
"Not broken."
"I'll take it." He laughed and took his glasses back, then he cleaned them off and repaired them too. I didn't bother asking him how he fixed his nose or anything like that because I figure it's a dream anything's possible.
As we neared the gate I saw a dwarf of a man standing by a large pile of assorted luggage, holding a clip board and looking worried.
"Ahh Mr. Potter there you are. I was starting to worry, and who's this?" He looked at me.
"Sorry, Professor Flitwick. This is Olivia Stone, she's a new transfer student." Harry spoke up for me.
"I wasn't informed that we were getting a transfer student this year, tell me dear what was your name?" he asked.
"Olivia Stone. Spelled exactly how it sounds." The dwarf man who Harry called Professor Flitwick wrote my name down on the list quickly.
"Alright Miss. Stone, Mr. Potter. Go on, don't want to be late for the sorting ceremony now do we." He smiled brightly underneath a full mustache, and motioned for me and Harry to go on our way.
I followed Harry to a large carriage, that had demonic looking horses attached to it.
"What are those?" I asked pointing to the black creatures.
"You can see them?" He asked surprised. I nodded, then hesitantly got into the carriage. "They're called Thestrals. Don't be afraid of 'em. I know they're a bit different, but trust me they're harmless."
"So why were you surprised that I can see them?" I asked as he jumped in and sat across from me.
"Well they can only be seen by people who have seen death." he answered "If you don't mind me asking, who did you see die?" he asked hesitantly.
"Oh, um… when I was little my father and I were in a car accident. Luckily I got out with only a few scrapes, but my dad didn't make it." I spoke sadly. "So how come you can see them." I saw a pain fill his eyes before he looked away from me.
"My godfather was murdered in front of me." Was all he said.
"I'm so sorry. How bout we switch to a lighter subject?" I suggested. He nodded his head with a look of relief on his face.
"So you're an American." He said it more like a fact then a question.
"Yes, from California to be exact." I smiled.
"Wow, an America at Hogwarts. This should be interesting." he said more to himself.
"And why is that?" I cocked my eyebrow at him.
"Well, lets just say that other people might not be as accepting and welcoming as I've been. I'd watch out for Slytherins especially if your muggle born." Luckily I remember that muggle meant that you didn't do magic, and that a muggle born was a witch or wizard who's parents were muggle, but I had no idea what a Slytherin was.
"Slytherin?" I questioned.
"Oh, you see at Hogwarts students are split up into four houses based on skill and personality. Slytherin is one of them, Theirs also Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and my house Gryffindor." He spoke the last part proudly.
"So what house will I be in?"
"Well your going to have to wait for the sorting hat to figure that out." He smiled, whiled I sat there confused. "Trust me everything will make sense when we get to the castle." he said reassuringly.
As the carriage came to a stop I looked up at the humongous castle.
"Wow." Was all I could say.
"I know." Harry looked up at the castle proudly.
Harry was a gentlemen and let me get out first but I tripped and fell right into the ground.
"Oh Merlin. Olivia are you alright." He hopped out of the carriage and helped me off the ground.
"Ouch." I rubbed my aching knee, then felt the burning pain sink into my hands. "Dam it. I'll survive, I've had worse." I laughed slightly but then a thought popped into my mind. 'If this is a dream, then why did the fall hurt? Your not supposed to feel pain in dreams' Then it hit me somehow this wasn't a dream. This was all real, and I had no idea what I was going to do. I started panicking inside and it obviously showed on my face.
"Olivia are you sure your alright? You don't look well." Harry asked while inspecting the small cuts on my hands. This time my answer was different.
"I'm not sure." I answered scared out of my mind.
"Do you need to go the hospital wing." He asked concerned.
"No. Maybe. I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do." I started to panic again.
"Calm down It's just a few cuts, and maybe a bruise or two." he tried to calm me down. "Lets go inside." He grabbed me by the wrist instead of my aching hands, and I… well I kind of put up a little fight.
"No, can't we stay out here, it's so nice tonight. I really don't need to be sorted right away do I. Harry come on!" I pleaded but it was to late we were at the entrance way where a old woman in a pointy witch hat paced back and forth. A look of relief crossed her face when she saw Harry, then the look was replaced by confusion when she saw me.
"Mr. Potter where were you, and why do you have blood on yourself?" she asked alarmed. "Never mind that, who is this?"
"Olivia Stone." I spoke up, my voice sounding shaky and nervous.
"I wasn't aware that we would be getting a transfer student but Dumbledore has bigger things to worry about. Come inside both of you, and where are your robes Miss. Stone?"
I didn't know what to do. I froze up just staring at her.
"Mr. Potter go and join the other students in the great hall, I need to have a talk with Miss. Stone." Harry gave me a sad smile and a small wave and then he was gone. "Is it money problems dear?" She asked sounding sympathetic.
"What?" I was just plain confused."
"Could you not afford new robes? Did you even manage to afford school supplies?" I mentally thanked the woman for coming up with a lie for me, and mentally high-fived myself for being so lucky.
"Yes, that's it. I couldn't afford to get the things… that you were just talking about." she then held out her hand for me to shake.
"I am Professor McGonagall, the Transfiguration teacher here at Hogwarts. Now I have an extra set of robes and uniform for such times as this one, and the school has supplies that we can lend to you, Now have you a wand?" I was about to say no when all of the sudden I felt something in my back pocket. I pulled out a wand,
shock covered my face but apparently Professors McGonagall didn't notice. "Good now we don't have time to get your uniform so we'll just have to go to the great hall and get you sorted now." I just stood their staring at the wand that had magically appeared in my back pocket. "Come on now deary." I looked up from my wand to see that she was already inside the castle and headed toward what she said was the Great Hall.
I couldn't think of anything else to do so I followed her. Before I knew it we were standing in front of a very large door and she was telling me not to be nervous in front of the other students.
"Wait what?" was all I was able to say before she flicked her wand and the doors were open.
The great hall had four very long tables that were almost at long as the room they were in, and each table was crowded with students. I noticed that each table wore different colored ties and such. At the very end of the room was another long table but instead of going vertically like the other tables it went horizontally. At that table sat a collection of what I assumed to be more teachers, and in front of the table was a tall and ancient looking old man. He was standing at a gold podium with large golden owl on it. The old man had a long white beard and hair that matched, and looked like he was in the middle of a speech.
I was so scared that I hadn't moved from my spot at the entrance of the hall.
"Well don't be shy deary, hurry up now." McGonagall encouraged me to follow but I just couldn't. She had to grab my hand and pull me inside the hall. She interrupted the old man at the podium causing all eyes to fall on me.
"Professor Dumbledore, we have a transfer student that needs to be sorted." She pulled me past the table where everyone was wearing green neckties. I heard a boys voice say something just loud enough so that I could hear.
"Lets hope she's a Slytherin, we need a hot girl like that in this house." Then he wolf whistled causing the other boys around him to laugh "Yea she's got a nice arse on her." the boy continued.
Now I'm not the kind of person to just lay down and take a verbal beating, or be womanized by some lowlife pig. So I quickly turned around, causing McGonagall to release my arm and shouted at the boy.
"Don't talk about me like that you filthy pig!" I yelled at the boy, and was finally able to get a good look at him. The boy had very large and crooked teeth, black hair, and shifty grey eyes, and he did not look happy about me calling him a filthy pig.
The entire hall was silent, me and the boy were locked in a glaring contest, McGonagall had to grab my wrist to pull me away.
"Mr. Flint if you are not quiet throughout Miss. Stone's sorting I will take 15 points from Slytherin, is that clear?" She asked, and he didn't reply with words he simply grunted in approval and became suddenly interested in a spot on the table. "Now come on deary don't fight with the Slytherins, you've got plenty of time for that later." Then she turned her attention back to the old man who she called Dumbledore. "Now Professor Dumbledore as I said before we have a transfer student who needs sorting." The old man just smiled at her.
"Of course, Our new student Olivia Stone." he then smiled at me. I couldn't believe it, I mean I didn't get it how did he already know my name? We had never met before.
" Sit down there Miss. Stone." McGonagall pointed to an old stool, and I quickly obliged. "Now I'm going to put the sorting hat on your head, and it will tell us which house you should belong to." I thought I was doomed for sure, I mean if the hat could tell which house you should be in they it should be able to tell that I'm not a witch, right?
She tried to place the hat on my head, I say tried because every time she went to put it on I'd move out of the way and she'd miss. This earned a few giggles from the students.
"Now dear I understand your nervous but you have to let me… Put. This. On!" she struggled but with those last words she finally got it on my head. Then she stepped back and let the hat do it job.
"Ah nervous are we?" The hat spoke to me. I jumped in fright.
"J-just a bb-bit." I stuttered scared as hell because a article of clothing was talking to me.
"Your hiding something… but it won't matter for the truth will come out eventually. Now lets see, which house to place you in?" he asked himself (at least I think it's a he, I mean how would you check to make sure?) I couldn't believe it, the hat was actually sorting me into a house, even though I don't have a magical bone in my body! "It seems as though you don't have a preference Miss. Stone, it's almost as if your just happy with the fact that I'm sorting you at all" He snickered, then continues scanning my brain. "Hmm… Slytherin perhaps? That would make coming event run a bit smoother, and you could do well their, but I'm afraid your far to kind and willing to share. Maybe a Ravenclaw, you are a very smart young lady, but then again you are not very… practiced in the art of magic." he snickered once more. It felt like he was taking forever when he finally reached a decision. " The right house for you is… GRYFFINDOR!" he shouted.
Finally McGonagall raised the hat from my head.
"Now you go and sit at the Gryffindor table dear." she pointed to the table where everyone wore red and yellow neckties.
"Olivia!" I looked a bit further down the table and saw Harry waving me over to him and his friends. I was glad that I had already made a friend so I wouldn't have to sit awkwardly next to someone who I didn't know.
I sat down next to Harry, across from me was a girl with thick brown hair and next to her was a boy with bright red hair.
"Hello I'm Olivia." I smiled nervously and introduced myself.
"We know Harry told us about you. I'm Hermione Granger, and this is Ron Weasley." She pointed to the red headed boy who was sipping at his drink.
"How do you do." H e said once he swallowed what looked to be some type of juice. "So yelling at Slytherins on the very first day, that takes guts. What did he say anyway?" He asked then took another drink.
"Oh he just made an unfavorable comment about my ass." I said while calmly sipping at the goblet of juice that was in front of me. Ron laughed.
"Well any enemy of a Slytherin is a friend of mine." he said causing all four of us to laugh. We all talked and laughed while we finished out dinner. I figured that since I was stuck their I might as well make some friends.
Then Dumbledore got back up to the podium to say something.
"Prefects, It's now time to lead the first years to where they will be staying while they're at Hogwarts, and please be kind with them, remember they are breakable." The prefects and first years all stood up.
"Olivia, you don't have to go with them, we'll show you around the castle." Hermione sweetly offered.
"Thank you Hermione, that's very nice of you." I smiled widely "I think I'll take you up on that offer right now." I laughed and stood up from the table, but squeaked in surprise when I turned around.
"I'm sorry Miss. Stone, I didn't mean to frighten you. I'm Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts. " Dumbledore apologized and steadied me before I fell over. "When your finished with your dinner, I need you to come to my office, we need to have a talk." I gave him a confused look. I mean what would he have needed to talk to me about, right?
He saw my confused look and that I was starting to panic, then he said something totally unexpected.
"You see Miss. Stone , It's bout your luggage. I'm sorry to say that it has been temporarily misplaced. I need you to come to my office so that we can get this sorted out."
I nodded my head, but was still very, very, very confused.
"Okay Professor, but I'll need someone to escort me seeing as I don't have any idea where anything is." I said. Harry cut in quickly.
"I could escort her Professor." He stood (well practically leapt) up from the table.
"Oh no Harry that won't be necessary. I've already gotten a prefect to escort Miss. Stone."
"Who?" Ron piped up from the other side of the table.
"Draco Malfoy." he said with a smile, which confused me since Harry, Ron, and Hermione had looks of pure hatred and horror plastered on their faces.
"But why?" Harry asked, anger clear in his voice.
"He's one of our top students, and one of our best prefects, and he happened to be standing next to me when I was looking for someone to escort Miss. Stone." He smiled again, then just left, I had an inkling that Dumbledore was up to something, and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.
"Now why would Dumbledore have Malfoy be the one to escort her?" Harry asked himself out loud.
"Yea, best prefect my arse. I saw him trip three first years on the way here." Ron spoke up just as angry. "I have no idea why he would do this mate but, Olivia it would certainly stink to be you right now." he laughed. So I picked up a dinner roll and threw it at him.
"So I take it that you guys don't like this Draco guy. Why?" I asked.
"Well for one he's a dirty Slytherin." Ron said while brushing bread crumbs from his hair.
"Two he's extremely prejudice towards muggle-bourns." Hermione said, distain clear in her voice.
"Yea I don't get that hating muggle-bourns thing. Can't they do magic just as good as any other witch or wizard?" I asked.
"Yes we can." Hermione replied "and it's nice to know that you feel that way." she smiled up at me in approval.
"Well another reason why we hate Malfoy is he's pretty much Harry's arch nemesis." Ron got us all back on topic.
"Is that true?" I looked over at Harry.
"Yes, in fact you saw a bit of what he did to me tonight." he whispered low so Hermione and Ron wouldn't hear.
"Oh my goodness. Draco did that to your nose?" I asked in disbelief. He just nodded.
"But remember that one time Moody turned him into a ferret? And then he put him down Crabbe's trousers " Ron laughed, "That might have been the greatest thing I've ever witnessed." Ron continued in laughing "If he gives you any trouble, just call him Ferret, that should piss him off." he laughed harder.
I looked back at Hermione. "Well from what you've told me he sounds awful."
Hermione then got a look of distain and discomfort on her face. She was looking at something (Someone) behind me.
"Come on guys, we'd better go up to the tower." She stood up quickly and with force.
"But Mione I haven't' finished eat-" Ron stopped mid-sentence and looked where Hermione was just looking. Only Ron's face was full of ginger rage. "Yea your right, we should go." he picked up a few dozen dinner rolls then left behind Hermione. I looked over and Harry was already gone, but before leaving the great hall he turned around for a few seconds and gave me a small goodbye wave. I waved back knowing what had caused them all to leave.
"Your clearly done, so can we get on with this." I turned around to see a tall boy, with hair so blond that it was practically white. The pallid boy had blue-grey eyes that were as cold and emotionless as they were strangely attractive.
"Sure whatever you say." I replied. He let out an annoyed moan. "What?" I asked already not liking this guy.
"You're a Gryffindor, your friends with Potter, you associate with mudbloods, and you're an American." he scoffed in disgust.
"Whatever… Ferret." I said before walking out of the great hall.
"What did you just call me?" he asked appalled that I would speak to him like that.
"I called you a ferret. You know the furry little creatures who like to crawl down their friends pants." I turned around and said to him venomously, then continued walking out of the hall.
"How do you know about that?" he rushed to my side fuming. I stopped walking again and turned to him.
"Well lets just say I'm a very educated muggle…" I mentally slapped myself for say I was a muggle after Hermione told me Draco was extremely prejudice. "… lover! A very educated muggle lover." I quickly corrected my mistake.
"Disgusting." he mumbled under his breath. The started to lead me to Dumbledore's office.
I tried not to hate this guy. I mean I didn't even know him, but he wasn't making a very good first impression, I mean lets just say that the only thing I liked about him was his looks, and even that wasn't enough to cover up his ugly personality.
"Here we are." He motioned to a statue of what looked like a ginormous eagle.
"What the hell is this?" I pointed to the statue.
"You'll need to say the password." He said, then quickly turned on his heals to leave.
"Password?" I asked having no idea what he was talking about.
"Oh, I assumed he had given it to you." he turned back around to me and shrugged looking slightly annoyed. He muttered the name of some candy I had never heard of before and all of the sudden the statue began to twist revealing a spiral staircase.
I quickly, and without thinking jumped on one of the steps, not wanting to walk all the way up. To my surprise Draco was one step behind me.
"I thought you were leaving?" I unintentionally came off annoyed.
"I can change my mind if I want to." he harshly spat "Besides, I think I should take you all the way there, I mean what kind of a prefect would I be if I didn't, and he'll probably want me to escort you to your house." He calmed down a bit as we reached the doors to the headmasters office. "Are you going in any time soon?" Draco asked giving me a not so gentle nudge towards the door. I hadn't realized that I had frozen with trepidation right there on the last step.
I was just about to knock on the heavy, but someone decided to get a little physic.
"Come in Miss. Stone." I heard the wise old voice sound from the other side of the door. I looked back at Draco with a look that said 'what the hell?' he just shrugged his shoulders.
"He just knows." he sighed.
I let out a slow ragged breath, then thrust open the door.
"Good evening Miss. Stone." Dumbledore looked up from his cluttered desk and smiled warmly. "Please sit." he motioned to the dark red arm chair that sat across from his desk.
I quickly took the seat and sat in silence, waiting for him to start talking.
"I'm sure you have a lot of questions Olivia." He called me by my first name this time. I nodded my head waiting for him to go on. I was almost shaking with anticipation, and didn't think I would be able to talk. "First things first, I'm glad you could finally make it back to Hogwarts." He smiled his warm worn smile.
"Excuse me? I don't understand." I was somehow able to find my voice.
"Oh yes. You see this is your first time here for you. But for me it's the second. It only took you five bloody years." he laughed.
"Um… you must be mistaking me for someone else. I've never been here before in my life. And how could that be possible? That this is the first time I've met you, but you've met me before. I think I would remember the wizard with a beard down to his hips." In a sudden panic words just flew from my mouth.
"Calm yourself Olivia. I will explain everything, just as you did to me all those years ago. My you haven't aged a bit." He laughed while standing up out of his chair.
"Your crazy." I breathed.
"Some people like to think so, but tell me did you or did you not acquire a book titled The Future Of The Wizarding World?" he walked around the desk so that he was directly in front of me, then leaned back on it casually.
"Yes but, it's just a book I mean. This can't be real, theirs no such thing as magic, Is their?" I asked, doubting what I had been told from the time I was 12.
"Oh but there is Olivia. There is an entire magical world that you are now in." He smiled as if it was good news.
"But I don't understand, how did I get here. I mean one minute I'm lying asleep in my bed, and the next thing I know I'm being woken up by a train, lying on the ground." I was starting to get emotional.
"It's alright Olivia. I can explain everything, you can trust me. Your safe here, and have nothing to fear." He comforted me.
"So how did it happen? How did I get here?" I sobbed.
"The book." I just looked at him confused. "You see Olivia, that is not your average everyday muggle book. It's one of the few portals from your world to ours." I just stared at him.
"Portal?" I managed to squeak.
"Yes a portal, you found the book and were able to use it. Even if it was by accident." he chuckled
"So what were you saying earlier, about us having met before, but for me it's the first time." I rapidly spoke, slightly confused by my own question.
"That Is a story best suited for another time. Now the book came here with you is that correct?" he asked but it seemed as if he already knew the answer.
"I'm not sure. I didn't think to look." I admitted sadly.
"It's alright, I thought you would so I sent someone to retrieve it before it fell into the hand of someone with mischief on their mind." He walked over to the other side of his desk , opened one of its drawers, and pulled out the book. "
"What would happen if someone bad, got a hold of the book?" I asked hesitantly.
"I assume you've read some of the book already, am I right?" He asked. I nodded in response. "Do you remember the name Voldemort?" I nodded once more. "Well if one of Voldemort's follower got that book, and placed it in the hands of Voldemort. Then it would be the end of your world."
"Because Voldemort doesn't like people like me. Muggles." I uttered lowly.
"Exactly. Now I'm going to give you this book to study, so you know what's happening in this world, but you must guard this with your life, and if you feel that you or the book in is danger, then do not hesitate to come straight to my office." he spoke very seriously, then handed me the book. "Oh and try not to get yourself transported back to your world. You see Olivia, we need you here. I need your help."
"And what if decline, and decide to go home?" I asked curiously. A look of shame and sadness washed over his wrinkled face.
"Then we might all be doomed to die."
"That's not fair, you can't pull the death card. Now I have no choice." I spoke quickly causing him to return the warm smile to his face.
"So you'll help." he asked eyes full of hope.
"What do I have to do?" I said with a small smile.
"You know the boy who escorted you here?" he asked.
"Draco Malfoy, with a head of hair and an attitude like his it's kind of hard to ignore him." I laugh slightly.
"Yes well as you said, he's not the most pleasant person to be around. Which is why I need you to make friends with him." my mouth dropped open in shock and confusion.
"What? That doesn't make sense."
He just laughed a bitter, low laugh.
"Yes it does Olivia. You see the Dark Lord has made young Draco a Death Eater, and has given him a task… He is to murder a very important wizard, but I know that Draco is no assassin, and I do not want his soul to be tainted by the blood of another man. Right now he has nothing and no one in his life telling him that he does not have to be evil. I want you to befriend him and give him something worth changing for." I was considering his plan when a thought popped into my head.
"But what will I tell Harry. I mean he and Draco really seem to hate each other. Will I have to stop being friends with him? If he even considers me a friend that is." I asked concerned, I didn't want to lose my first real friend in this new world.
"Just tell Harry that I've asked you to befriend him. Tell him that and nothing else."
"Does that mean I can't trust Harry, Hermione, or Ron. I mean who are the people that I should be trusting and spending time with?" I asked just to be sure.
"No, in face Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger, and Mr. Weasely are the people you can trust the most, besides me and the rest of the Hogwarts staff of course. Those three are in this with you. Didn't you read anything about Harry in the book?" He asked confused.
"Wait so Harry is Harry Potter? The boy who lived? The chosen one? How could I have missed that?" I asked myself aloud.
"Yes while he is all those things he is also incredibly tired of the nicknames and attention, so I wouldn't be calling him The Chosen One if I were you." Dumbledore joked.
"Okay so I have to become friends with Draco. But I have a question, how am I suppose to convince him and everyone else that I'm a witch when I can't do any real magic. I mean I don't even know where this…" I pulled out the wand that had appeared in my back pocket "came from.."
"Ah I see you got the wand splendid." he beamed.
"You mean you made it appear in my pocket?"
"Yes I did. Now don't worry about anything I've taken special precautions to ensure that your secrets in face stay secret." he sat back down in his large chair.
"Alright then. What will I do for clothes, and will I be taking classes here. I mean this is a school right?" I asked unsure.
"Yes you will be attending classes, and don't worry your luggage is in your room." he smiled. "Now I'm sorry but it's getting late and you need your sleep." he hinted that our little meeting was coming to an end. "Now before you go would you send Mr. Malfoy in here please." he asked smiling his warm smile that made me feel safe.
"Yes Professor." I smiled back, getting up from the chair I was sitting in. I then exited the office through the door I had originally enter.
Draco was leaning up against the stone wall that was to the right of the door.
"Took you long enough." He scoffed, then launched himself off the wall.
"He wants to see you." I announced. A look of confusion crossed his face but he quickly wiped it away. Then entered the headmaster office just as I had minutes before.
I took his place on the wall and waited for nearly five minutes before the door opened and very pissed off looking Draco stepped out, and headed straight down the stairs.
"What did he want?" I asked while following close behind him.
"He wants me to be the one to show you around the school." he sneered with distain. "I thought you had that mudblood Granger for that." I
I didn't understand what a mudblood was but from the was he used it I knew it couldn't have been a complement.
"What's a mudblood?" I asked still following him.
"Are you dense?" He turned around quickly stopping mere inches in front of my face. "A mudblood is a disgusting impure creature. Someone born to muggle parents." he explained, which caused me to become very angry. It was basically the magical equivalent of a racial slur.
"How dare you call her that. She's been nothing but kind to me since the moment I met her.!" I practically yelled, getting closer up to his face. He was momentarily stunned by my actions so I decided to take advantage of his silence. "Don't you ever talk like that around me Ever Again! You spineless Ferret!" I raised my voice louder, and I could tell that it was something that he wasn't used to people doing. He was completely turned to stone. So I just backed away from him; a smirk plastered on my face, and walked away.
He finally was able to snap out of it after I got a few feet away from him.
"How dare you!" he shouted racing after me. I quickened my pace not wanting to deal with his drama. "And where exactly do you think your going? You don't know where your house is!" he yelled after me.
"I don't care. I can find it by myself!" I shouted back.
"Fine! I hope you get lost for days!" He yelled with all the hatred he could muster.
"Aww, love you to Draco!" I sarcastically replied. "Well that went well." I whispered to myself. "Now where could my house be?"