(Linda's POV) - (Short One)

"Wake up Potter." Draco said, shaking my body to wake me up. I yawned and sat up to look out the window, it was dark and students were loud, possibly the first years.

"What time is it?" I asked, rubbing the back of my neck.

"Eight." He said. I nodded and grabbed my bags, squeezing them tightly against my body.

"So how come you didn't come to Hogwarts with Harry when you were younger?" Draco asked.

"My Aunt screwed in a bunch of lies into me like 'Witches are evil!' or 'Witches aren't real!' Turns out they were real, she was furious when I decided to go to Hogwarts with Harry." I laughed. Draco chuckled and laid back into his seat.

"Glad you came, many were expecting you." Draco said.

"Well I'm not the 'Chosen One', Harry is, he's got the scar." I said.

"Scar or no scar you're still both the 'Chosen Ones'." Mattheo grumbled. I smiled and the train came to a halt.

"Okay... guess we're here! Where do we go?" I asked.

"We get into carriages pulled by thestrals." Mattheo said. I nodded and we went out of the train.

"Wait for the first years, they go on boats." I heard someone say. The second years to seventh years waited as the first years got out of the train to get on the boats. Once the first years were gone everyone else went out to get onto the thestrals. I sat with Draco and waited for the thestrals to start moving.

"A new year of Hogwarts which means new beginnings." Draco said. I smiled and fidgeted with the ribbon he gave me.

"Like it?" Draco asked, looking at the ribbon. I nodded happily and he smiled back. Maybe my first year at Hogwarts won't be too bad.