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It was your 1st year in Hogwarts and you had just been introduced to the infamous Harry Potter. You had already heard of him, of course. Who hadn’t? Your parents may be muggles, but even they knew about him!
You had gotten on the Hogwarts Express late, and the only car open was one with a curly-haired girl, a red-headed boy, and the Boy Who Lived. You had recognized him immediately but refrained from saying anything until he introduced himself to be sure. You quickly made friends with the trio, talking with them the whole way to the school.
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All you could feel was the feeling of hordes of children crowded around you, eager to be placed in their Hogwarts house. You had chosen to stand by Hermione, with Ron and Harry to the left of her. You were standing there, listening to Professor McGonagall tell the new students how the sorting would go when a bright blond boy saunters up to Harry. To the right of him were two boys, both looked as though they had a whole pile of sweets for breakfast.
“It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.” Says the boy with blonde hair to Harry. “This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy.”
To your left, you hear Ron snicker at the name.
“Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley,” he turns to Harry, extending his hand. “You’ll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”
Harry ignores the offer, choosing the hostile route instead. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.”
Draco gives Harry one of the nastiest glares you have ever seen and glances in your direction. You quickly look away, realizing you were watching the whole conversation.
“And who would you be?” He demands.
“Y/N Y/L/N.” You say trying not to stammer.
Giving you a look too hard to decipher, he says “Hmm.”
You don’t have a chance to think about his reaction before Professor McGonagall calls all of the First Years into the Great Hall to get sorted.
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“Ravenclaw!” The Sorting Hat’s voice yells, startling you. The long table full of people clad in blue and black cheer, and you make your way towards them. You weren’t sure if your house was necessarily bad, but you had heard from a couple of kids that Slytherin was either very much desired or very much hated.
You were disappointed, however, that you hadn’t been placed in Gryffindor, with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. You would try your best to still talk to them, but you would have to make friends in your house too.