Lonely meets Lonelier (18+)

1 - Diagon Alley

y/n pov:

I hadn't known that I was special until that fateful day I turned eleven. I knew I was destined for something. I could never figure it out. Constantly on the tip of my tongue, but I could never make the feeling out.

Ilvermorny was an amazing school it plans changed quite quickly when I had arrived to start school.

Everyone had known who I was just off of my last name. I guess it made people fear me. I never understand why I was outcasted from the moment I entered the schools doors.

I didn't understand at eleven how much a name could change everything. Unfortunately as the years went on nothing changed. In fact, they got worse.

So alas, that's why I am here. Standing alone in diagon alley in London surrounded y students at the school I was going to e attending starting tomorrow. I decided not to change the name in which has given me so much pain. I wont run from who I am, or who my family-- whoever they may have been-- was. Just me and myself hoping something will change this time around.

Dear Mrs. y/l/n,

I am writing to you in regards to your headmasters request that you speak with me. I have heard what has happened to you at Ilvermorny and would like to offer you a spot here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. If you wish to attend please let me know, and someone will pick you up from Ilvermorny and help you with any services you may need.

Sincerely.

Headmaster Albus Dumbledore

I smiled looking at the letter in which changed my life and brought me here. I had immediately taken my owl and sent a letter back when I had first received it. It was my one way ticket out of hell.

I know that I should've taken Professor Dumbledore up on his offer if having someone bring me to Diagon Alley but I have spent my life alone, without a known family or guidance figure. When I turned eleven and received the letter of acceptance from Ilvermorny I contemplated not going at all, having no funds to get my supplies. Some teachers from Ilvermorny had taken me in and told me that I had a lot of money in fact. When I questioned them about my family they hesitated and refused to tell me.

I plan to get answers at Hogwarts, and avoid what happened at Ilvermorny as much as possible.

I now realized that in my thinking and taking in my unfamiliar surroundings I was stopped mid road of Diagon alley causing people to glance and question my unfamiliar appearance of American clothing I presume.

I quickly moved to the last shop I had to go to--more like wanted to go to. The book store. I loved to read, mainly muggle books but they were all I needed.

After finishing my shopping expedition for this years needed supplies I decided to walk around and try to find the nearest hotel or inn. While walking though I umped into a large kid around my age and a man who seemingly looked to e his father from their platinum lode hair.

"Watch where you are going much?" the kid around my age yelled annoyingly before getting up. I looked down to pick my supplies up when I heard his father scold him.

"now now Draco, the girl seems to be lost. Help her up." The man said curiously while placing his large cane ack on the wet rick I kneeled on.

That was when I looked up to the kid mumbling and holding his large pale hand out towards me. I quickly grabbed his hand to not waste their time. Sparks shot up mu hand as he pulled me up.

"I am so sorry. I was caught up looking for places around here to stay." I said quickly and shyly looking at this intimidating duo standing before me. As I looked at them they looked ack clearly confused.

"An American in Diagon Alley? How precarious?" Said the father as the son continued his log gaze at me, clearly studying me for some odd reason.

I quickly turned ack to the father before responding. "Yes, I am transferring from Ilvermorny sir. For my fourth year." I said quietly still intimidated from this man in front of me. I wonder why he is so curious? Could he recognize me so easily? Was it so obvious?

"Draco is entering his fourth year as well, isn't that right Draco?" He said turning his gaze to his son who looked down before answering his fathers question. Clearly he was just as intimidated as I was.

"Yes father." He quietly said before returning his focus to me. The older man continued to study me like a book as I stood their awkwardly.

"What is your name? You look quite familiar? Do I know of your parents?" He said questioningly, somewhat more aggressive than his previous ones I answered. I sighed quietly before answering, knowing the glances would change after I told him my name.

"y/l/n, y/n y/l/n" I said holding out my hand visible disappointment probably lingering on my face afraid of being judged once more.

The both looked at each other visible shock on their faces. The father had a smirk clear as day on his face evident that he knew of my family. The son was the one who caught my attention, he looked at me like no one has before. His face not covered in fear or sadness, but instead one of recognition. Almost as if he knew my every feeling. We stared at each other for what felt like forever before the father had responded to my statement of my name.

"A y/l/n you say? You do remind me much of them." He said as he stated that he very well knew my family. I looked at him, almost with anger, angry that people here knew of them too. Meaning that my family had been everywhere but with me.

"Well I know nothing of them, only that they gave me this name. I must be on my way" I said grabbing my case of supplies and luggage. As I walked away I wondered what they knew. If they know where they were. but I didn't dare look back.

I entered the nearest clean hotel relatively close to the train station that I have to be at by tomorrow morning. As I finished unpacking getting ready for bed I reanalyzed the conversation I had with the platinum blonde family again. Overall I wondered of the oy and felt some deep part of me wanting to know him more. I slowly let all hope fade though as I realized that there were many fourth years and I doubted he would care much for a random girl, much less a y/l/n.

Those were the last thoughts present in my mind as I fell asleep preparing for what awaits me tomorrow.