~ the neighbourhood
"Talk about a great first impression"
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(Y/N)'s POV
I had no idea where to go first. I had the money to get whatever I want, but where to go was the question.
"Might as well get yer uniforms," said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
"Harry, (Y/N), would yer two mind if Anika here, and I got a little catch-up drink in the Leaky Caldron," asked Hagrid. Harry and I nodded in sync together.
Harry and I walked into Madam Malkin's shop alone together. Madam Malkin was a smiling witch dressed in all mauve.
"Hogwarts, dears?" I nodded for the both of us. Something that stuck out about Harry to me was that he was very closed off. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted up now, in fact," she said. In the back of the store, I saw a very pale young boy with very light blonde hair. He was getting fitted on a footstool.
The witch stood Harry and me on a footstool next to the boy. I slipped the long robes over my head and Harry did the same.
"Hello. You two going to Hogwarts, too?" he asked.
"Yep," I said proudly for the both of us.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up there street looking at wands. Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow." The more he talked, the more I could tell I was going to hate him. He sounded rude and bratty.
"You bully your father?" I questioned, making him sound dumb.
"Have you got your own broom?" he asked Harry, completely ignoring me. I had to hold back my laugh, I don't know why that was funny, it just was.
"No," said Harry, with confusion on his face, and a hint of anger.
"Play Quidditch at all?" the boy said, still completely ignoring me. Quidditch? Just another thing to add to the list of things I will never understand.
"No," said Harry once again.
"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you'll be in yet?" the boy continued. House? Didn't Anika mention something about a house?
"No," said Harry for the third time.
"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?" he asked, Harry, still completely ignoring me.
"What's a house?" I asked the boy, though there was no point, he was still completely ignoring me for some reason.
"Where are your parents?" asked the boy.
"They're dead," said Harry. I felt guilt come over me, now that I was understanding Harry's background.
"Oh, sorry," the boy didn't sound sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?" asked the boy.
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean," said Harry. Why was this relevant to the boy?
"What about you, where are your parents?" asked the boy, finally talking to me.
"Oh, I don't really know, never really met them. I suppose they're dead," I said, not letting the words coming out of my mouth affect my emotion.
"Where they wizards?" he asked rather rudely, I might add.
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the ring︱harry potter x (fem.) reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) is a young girl who finds out she's a witch. After she finds out her sister, Anika, isn't pranking her, she goes to Hogwarts to meet her future best friends. (Y/N) is destined to find out her family history that doesn't match up with wha...
