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The rest of the year went by quickly. Draco found himself fighting off evil with Ron, Harry, and Hermione; he would have never imagined himself doing anything like that during his years at Hogwarts.
Gryffindor won the house cup that year, due to the events that occurred with Professor Quirrell and the Philosophers Stone. All in all, despite being blacklisted by his parents, Draco had an amazing first year at Hogwarts. He never seemed to think about his parents, they had completely slipped his mind. It was only late at night, when he was laying in his bed, trying to fall asleep, that the thought of the Slytherin house once again entered his mind. Draco wondered what would've happened if he was a Slytherin?
Would he still have the amazing friends he did now? Most likely not, what Gryffindor wants to associate themselves with a Slytherin? Draco couldn't imagine not being in Gryffindor, not being with his friends, not wearing the gold and red scarf around his neck, it didn't seem right to him. He belonged in Gryffindor. He was meant to be there.
The day had finally come for the Hogwarts students to board the train and go back home; yet Draco was not going 'home'. He was going somewhere else, a place where he would be accepted for who he really was, not who his parents wanted him to be. He was going home, and he could not wait to finally be there.
When the train finally arrived at Kings Cross Station, Draco said goodbye to his friends, promising to write them everyday. He hugged Hermione the longest. He had a special connection with her that he couldn't understand. He cared about her more than he cared and Hermione and Ron. He didn't want to leave her, he wished he could spend the rest of his life with her. Everything felt better when she was around.
But she walked off to greet her parents, and left Draco alone, waiting for his Aunt. He watched her walk away, and felt like a piece of himself left too. Draco watched the spot where she stood in silence, until a hand grabbed his shoulder. He jumped.
"Sorry to frighten you dear," a cheery woman with a bright smile on her face said to Draco. He smiled back, and responed "You must be Aunt Andromeda." He hugged her tightly, making up for the twelve years he hadn't had her in his life.
"It's so lovely to meet you, darling. This is my husband, Ted, and my daughter, Nymphadora." She pointed to another cheery old man, who Draco immediately knew as the 'disgraceful muggleborn' his mother always talked about.
"Please call me Tonks." Nymphadora said, and reached out to hug Draco. She had bright pink hair, which Draco thought was odd, but didn't say anything, because these people were accepting him, he should accept them as well.
"It's lovely to meet you all, thank you again for taking me in." Draco felt awkward, like he was intruding on their life.
"Draco, you are family, and we don't leave family behind." Ted spoke softly, making Draco feel a little better about everything.
He walked with them, before going back to their home, and eating a nice family dinner. He learned all about them, and they asked him about his time at Hogwarts, where he told them all about the Philosophers Stpne. They were impressed, and proud of him; he wasn't used to someone being proud of him.
He went to bed, and thought about how amazing the following months were going to be, and then how excited he was to go back to Hogwarts in September and spend a whole other nine months with his best friends. Draco was happier than he'd ever been with his mom and dad. Draco finally felt like he belonged.