The Mirror Shows Me You (Draco Malfoy)

1- It begins

The grand hall was quiet under Dumbledore's word, students sat listless with their faces turned towards their headmaster.
"Students, while we're all excited for dinner I ask you to please lower your silverware and spare me a moment of silence." Dumbledore paused, waiting for the sounds of clinking glassware to cease. "Normally we don't allow students to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry past their acceptance at the age of 11, but seeing as this is an unusual year with unusual circumstances we have decided to pardon that rule just this once."
Students of all houses murmured to one another, wondering if Dumbledore had really let an outsider attend their school.
"Quiet down again please," Dumbledore raised his hands as a signal to be silent once more, "now I'd like a short applause for our new student, Y/n Y/l/n."
Tables of students slowly began to clap, unsure of whether or not this newcomer was safe, safe to be within Hogwarts walls.

"Step up a bit kiddo!" A booming voice echoed, waking me up from my dissociative glance. I turned to see a large man with a familiar, full beard nudging me to stand. Clumsily I stood, grimacing under the gaze of so many eyes.

"Since the Sorting was done, for most, a very long while ago y/l/n will be sorted with the first years at the beginning of the next school year. For now, they will be attending classes and sharing a dorm with the Gryffindors." A few Gryffindors smiled, eager to be joined with a new friend but a few looked puzzled, why would the strange new comer have to be saddled into their house? I could see their wave of expressions from the front of the hall but I quickly looked away and focused on the familiar shadow of Hagrid's stature.

"Now eat!" Dumbledore dismissed them. I was still standing at the front of the hall, unsure of whether to sit back down in the chair that Hagrid had pulled up or to find my own way to the Gryffindors table. It seems as though Hagrid had read my mind as he guided me down to the table of red and gold.

"Ey! 'Mione! Will yer please take y/l/n to an open seat fer me?" A short girl with curly hair smiled at Hagrid and then me. With a small push I was away from the safety of Hagrid and closer to the mysterious "Mione."

"I'm Hermione Granger, and of course I know who you are, Dumbledore just announced it to the whole school." I guess her name isn't Mione then. I paused before starting a shy but proper hello, only to be interrupted by an impatient shout.

"Are you just gonna leave them standing all of the evening or are you going to get them a seat?" I peeked past Hermione's hair to see a lanky, red haired boy with half of a sausage in his hand.

"Oh shut it Ron! I'm trying to get them properly introduced and with no help from you of course." Ron sunk back into his chair. "Right away then, you can sit next to me and unfortunately Ron too." Hermione swept out a hand to motion me to a seat. I sat as though the chair was made of egg shells, I haven't been around so many strangers for quite a while.

"Boys?" Hermione barked.

A boy with round glasses and dark hair shot up, "oh yeah, hello y/l/n!"

"Hello, y/l/n." Ron grumbled. I shifted my glance between the two, they seemed nice enough.

"You don't have to call me by my last name, y/n will do." I tried to do a sweet and non threatening smile but I felt like a party clown instead.

"Right on then," Hermione started, "y/n this is Ron Weasley, as you know, over there is Neville Longbottom, and any red head at the table is most likely another Weasley." She gestured to each student as she named them off. "Oh and this, of course, is the infamous Harry Potter." She pointed towards the boy with the round glasses. He rolled his eyes at the princely title.

"Infamous?" I felt a small panic bubble up as I tried to remember if I had ever heard the name before.

"Wait a minute, you've never heard of Harry before?" Ron spun over to Harry, "here that mate? You might as well not be the Chosen One anymore, not even y/n has heard of you!" He fell back laughing.

The chosen one? Was it rude of me to not address his as such?

"Well you see, Harry has been," Hermione didn't get to finish.

"Shut up both of you! Y/n doesn't need my back story, they just need directions to the common room and the password for the fat lady, so let's leave it at that." Harry seemed annoyed. Hermione closed her mouth and Ron turned back to his food. It was the first time any of them had been quiet.

Note to self: don't call Harry Potter the Chosen One.

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