Before we start, I just want to say that I don't own Harry Potter–rights to Rubeus Hagrid, who wrote the series himself, and I obviously don't own you.

This is written in third person, and I know that bothers some people for some reason, but I just like that more than first or second person. Anywho, happy reading.
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"Are you excited, Dear?" (Y/N)'s godmother smiled down at her, her hands cold against her neck as she adjusted (Y/N)'s collar.

The grin on the young girl's face was enough to answer the question. She was ecstatic since she and her god brother received their letters. All she ever wanted to talk about was Hogwarts this and Hogwarts that. Her brother couldn't answer her questions even if he cared to, after all, he was a first year himself. Her godparents found her excitement to be quite tiresome, but they were pleased to know she was eager to get started in her studies.

"I can't believe it's finally time!" She walked with a sprightly bounce in her step. "I get to be a real witch!"

"Remember what we said," Her godfather's steely voice contrasted with her own, and made little (Y/N)'s excitement drain out of her at once. "Stay away from the muggleborns."

(Y/N) wouldn't dare to forget. She did not care about blood status or anything of the sort. She thought muggleborns were just as powerful as purebloods. She never understood what all the fuss was about, but she dared not to make it known. With all of the constant reminders that she was better than everyone else because she was a pureblood and the prejudice her caretakers held, it was permanently etched into her mind that she was not to mingle with anyone but those of her own stature. Or at least, those who were deemed as such. She was too afraid to imagine what punishments she may face if she was seen shaking hands with the wrong person.

"Why would we go near them, anyway?" Her brother asked, hands deep into his pockets. He walked through the station as if it was his own home, looking on with a sneer as other first years just like them scurried by. He always had a certain air of arrogance ingrained in him from his upbringing.

He didn't seem nearly as excited as (Y/N) was. She knew Draco was, in fact, excited, only he decided not to show it. He was much better at hiding things than she was. Lying was never quite her strong suit.

Narcissa was nearly crying, an odd sight for little (Y/N) to see. She was always so cold, only allowing brief tokens of affection to pierce her facade. "Write to me once you get there, all right?"

"Of course, Mother." They answered in unison. To make her feel better, (Y/N) added on hastily: "As soon as I'm on the train I'll write!"

The woman smiled, but there was no reaction from the cold and aloof Lucius. (Y/N) couldn't ever recall a time when she saw him smile. "Behave." He commanded.

(Y/N) and Draco nodded vigorously. He was not the man they would wish to make upset.

Draco bided farewell to his parents and then boarded the train. With a final hug from Narcissa and a nod of finality from Lucius, (Y/N) chased after Draco.

She trailed behind him, reminding herself to take everything in. She would only board the Hogwarts Express for the first time once! Her overwhelming exhilaration prevented her from savoring the moment, however. After all, she had been waiting all her eleven years for that moment, and it had finally arrived.

Draco didn't seem as excited as she was, but it didn't stop her from pointing out things she found fascinating.

Draco didn't mind in the slightest. It had become easy for him to tune her out.

(Y/N) looked inside compartments as they passed by, searching for any familiar faces. The air smelled of sweets and Pumpkin Juice, and in the compartments, she noticed many people chatting fervently. The energy on the train excited her, and she was very eager to create a little family of her own. She thought of the adventures she and Draco would share.

As she continued down the busy aisles, she noticed a boy her age sitting all alone. He had dark black hair and rounded glasses, and (Y/N) found herself thinking he was quite cute, for a young boy. She stopped a moment to examine him, something familiar about him catching her eye, but she couldn't quite place what it was.

Draco hadn't noticed she stopped and continued on down the train and (Y/N) found herself just as alone as the boy. She took a deep breath, bracing herself for her first introduction at a new school, and then, she slid open the compartment door. "Excuse me?"

The boy turned and (Y/N) noticed his eyes were a striking shade of emerald. Seeing him up close reminded her of the boy she sometimes saw in the Daily Prophet from time to time. The Boy Who Lived! And he was just a few feet ahead of her, looking at her the same way she looked at him. (Y/N) tried her hardest to sound polite, to make a friendly introduction, but her words jumped out of her mouth before she could stop them.

"You're Harry Potter, aren't you?"

He didn't seem surprised to know she knew his name. Harry Potter simply smiled--the most welcoming smile (Y/N)'d ever seen--and nodded in confirmation.

She took a seat across from him, refraining herself from showing just how in awe of him she was. He was the only person known to wizardkind who had survived the killing curse. She outstretched a hand. "I'm (Y/N) (L/N)."

He shook it, still smiling at her, his cheeks a light pink. "Hi,"

Growing up with the Malfoy's—especially Draco—(Y/N) hardly learned proper social skills. She scarcely minded boundaries and asked her questions freely, when not in the company of Lucius, of course. So, when (Y/N) released Harry Potter's hand and moved to continue the conversation, she didn't ask how his day was or if he was excited about school. Instead, she said: "How does it feel?"

Harry looked puzzled, as one typically does when faced with such an unprompted question. "How's what feel?"

"Being famous." (Y/N) said, her eyes sparkling. "You're Harry Potter! When you get to Hogwarts you could have your pick of any friends you want."

"Well," He shrugged. "I feel the same, I suppose."

"Wow," She couldn't believe it.

To be in such a celebrity's wake—and to think one so humble as Harry Potter—was something (Y/N) only dreamed of doing. To think she could tell Draco she spoke with The Boy Who Lived before he even got the chance to see him, well, it would drive him mad. The very thought excited her to no end.

Though (Y/N) had very little doubts about the boy's identity, she still wanted to make sure that this Harry Potter was the right one. She pointed to her forehead. "I hate to be a bother, but would you mind?"

He looked at her with confusion evident in his eyes.

"The scar." She clarified. "May I see it?"

"Oh," Harry pushed the bangs above his forehead, revealing the lightning shaped scar. (Y/N) couldn't help but smile; she really was talking to someone important!

"That's amazing!" (Y/N) laughed jovially. She leaned against the window and rested her chin in her hand. "Do you know any magic?"

"Not yet." Harry admitted.

"You'll learn a lot at Hogwarts." She assured him, though he didn't seem to be seeking any assurance at all. "At least, that's what Draco tells me. He says it's a really nice school."

"Who's Draco?"

"Draco Malfoy," (Y/N) said. "He's my god brother. And he doesn't act like it, but really, we're best friends, too. He's a bit much at times, but once you get past it, he really isn't bad. Just don't mention blood status. He likes to pretend to care about it more than he actually does."

"Blood status?" Harry repeated.

(Y/N) shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Yes," She nodded. "There are muggleborns--those are witches and wizards from muggle families that have magic in them. Then half-bloods, that's anyone who has a magical parent and a muggle parent, and pure-bloods are families with no muggle heritage." She watched Harry carefully, half expecting him to say something terrible about muggleborns, but instead, he only nodded thoughtfully.

"It isn't anything too important," (Y/N) said. "But it's all my family talks about."

"How come?"

(Y/N) wasn't entirely sure why, so she simply shrugged her shoulders. "Anyway, I should meet up with Draco, he's probably wondering where I am. You're welcome to come, if you want."

Harry politely shook his head. "I'm alright, thanks."

Then (Y/N) stood and departed the compartment, bidding Harry a cheerful "See you later!" before moving down the aisle. On her way, she passed a boy with ginger hair. She had run ins with him when she would visit the Ministry with her godfather and Arthur Weasley just so happened to bring his son. Lucius had warned her after their first meeting to stay away from the Weasley's. She obeyed, even though she found Ron to be quite funny. She averted her eyes as they crossed paths, and Ron didn't say a single word to her.

Soon, (Y/N) found her way to Draco's compartment. He'd found his friends, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, and the two sat obediently listening to whatever Draco had to say. She was never very fond of the two boys, she found they lacked a brain of their own and they were terribly thick headed. They didn't like her much either, they were quite afraid of her because she never gave them positive reinforcement.

(Y/N) opened up the compartment door, eager to tell Draco who she'd just met. He turned as soon as he entered and his blonde eyebrows furrowed together questioningly. "Where've you been?"

"Oh, nowhere in particular," (Y/N) grinned. "I've only been talking to Harry Potter!"

The three boys' jaws dropped open, and she felt pride in astonishing all of them.

"Harry Potter?"

"I don't believe you!" Draco shouted.

(Y/N) simply shrugged her shoulders. "You don't have to." Crabbe and Goyle exchanged looks of disbelief, while Draco still stared ahead at her expectantly. (Y/N) decided to keep talking. "He seems really nice. He was sitting all by himself near the back."

"What did you say to him?"

"I asked to see his scar."

Draco crinkled his nose. "You asked to see his scar?"

"I wanted to know if it was actually him."

"And was it?" Crabbe eagerly leaned forward.

"Of course it was." (Y/N) shook her head in disbelief; she didn't understand how Crabbe was so thick headed. "Otherwise, I wouldn't have told you I met him, would I?"

For the rest of the train ride, the first years passed the time thinking up what their classes would be like. (Y/N) was quite excited to get started on her potions lessons. From a young age, she would find home brewing kits and beg her godparents to buy them for her, and she always found mixing potions to be fascinating. Draco, on the other hand, was more inclined towards Quidditch. He and (Y/N) spent the summer flying around on broomsticks and playing their own version of the game with just the two of them.

Soon enough, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was in (Y/N)'s sights. "Oh, Draco, look at it!"  She pushed Draco out of the way so she could see her new home. It's silhouette stood tall in the darkness, the lights from the window casting a welcoming glow towards the train. Even from so far away, (Y/N) knew it would be hard to navigate such a large place, but apart from that, the school was everything she dreamed and more.  It was absolutely astonishing.  "It's like a castle!"

"It is a castle, you idiot." He said, nudging her playfully.

(Y/N) payed no mind to Draco's comment and stared awestruck at the castle only a little ways away. She was so close to her new home, her new life. She couldn't imagine what adventures awaited her and Draco, and maybe even Harry Potter. Narcissa told her of all the great things she'd be able to do at Hogwarts. She'd learn more than she could ever imagine, meet many witches and wizards from all over, and for the first time, she would be able to have just more than one friend.

All (Y/N) could think about in the boat ride over, smushed uncomfortably between Goyle and Crabbe, was that her first year at Hogwarts would definitely be something to remember