mine. (harry potter oneshot)

First Year

Your POV:
I got on the train to Hogwarts and turned to wave goodbye to my parents, only to remember that they weren't there. They were muggles, and even though Professor McGonnagall told me I could tell them I was a witch, I didn't feel comfortable. Instead, I told them I was going to a boarding school in England. They always wanted me to get a good education, so when I told them how hard the school was to get into, they let me go.

I stood there for a second on the platform and silently started panicking. I didn't like to lie, and I had just now realized just how deep in one I was.

"Excuse me," a voice came from behind me, "are you okay?"
I turned to see a boy who looked to be about my age, with straight brown hair and a rather large bite.
"Yes. I'm sorry. Am I in your way?" I asked him, beginning to calm down.
"Not at all." he assured me, "I'm Neville Longbottom, and I have an open seat if you'd like. Train is leaving soon."
"Y/n L/n. Thank you." I smiled at him and followed him past the compartments when a large frog jumped out of his grasp, and out of sight.
"Oh no." he gasped, "TREVOR!"

We both threw our bags in an empty compartment and set out to find his frog. Just as I was walking to the front of the train, I nearly ran into a girl with big fluffy brown hair and bangs.
"I'm so sorry," I said to her, "but I'm looking for a frog. Well, rather, a toad. You didn't happen to see one up there, did you?"
"A toad?" she asked, "No, I haven't. But I can help you look. I'm Hermione."
"Y/n." I stuck out my hand for her and she shook it.
"What's your toad's name?" she asked as we looked under some benches.
"Trevor." I told her, "But he's not mine. He's my friend Neville's."
"You've made friends already?" She looked at me.
"Well I only spoke to him once before Trevor hopped away, but I do think we will be friends." I said. "If you haven't made any yet, you can always count me as one."
I smiled at her, and she returned the gesture.

Hermione had gone off to ask the other students if they had seen Trevor, and I kept looking with Neville. It took us the whole ride to the school, and we still hadn't found him.

We got off the train and followed one of the professors to the boats. I tried to comfort Neville and assure him that we would find Trevor soon, but he pouted the whole ride to the castle. As I stepped out of the boat, I looked up at the castle in awe. It was incredible. And I was going to be living here.

We were led into the school and then into a giant room filled with hundreds of other students and an incredible enchanted ceiling. There, we met Professor McGonnagall, who told us we would be sorted into houses. As she was explaining, a large brown toad hopped at her feet.
"TREVOR!" Neville shouted, as he went to grab his toad.
I chuckled and turned my attention back to McGonnagall, who was about to start calling names to be sorted.

Names were called, and the students approached a stool which had a very old-looking hat sitting on it. The hat was placed on their head, and then it called out which houses they were meant to be in. Neville and Hermione were both placed in Gryffindor. As was this boy named Harry Potter. I hadn't seen him before, but it seemed everyone else had. When his name was called, the hall was suddenly alive with small, hushed conversations, about what house Harry Potter would be in.

I assumed the names were being called in alphabetical order, until I realized that Potter definitely wouldn't be before L/n in the alphabet. I had started to think they had forgotten me when my name was called. I walked up to the hat, put it on my head, and waited.

Harry's POV:
"Hermione? Who's that?" I asked my new friend as a beautiful brunette girl set the sorting hat on her head.
I hadn't known Hermione long, I'd only just met her on the train, but she seemed to know a lot. So I asked her.
"Y/n L/n. Didn't you just hear McGonnagall call her name?" she answered me, "She's quite nice. Why? You didn't ask me who anyone else was."
"Just wondering." I said to her as I waited to hear the sorting hat's decision.

Your POV:
The hat said so many things about me and my character and I was afraid that the people in the hall would hear. It wasn't anything bad, it just told me I was adventurous and kind but also determined and hard-working. It was making me sound a lot better than I had ever even seen myself.
"GRYFFINDOR." The hat yelled out to the whole hall.

I pulled the hat off of my head and skipped over to the Gryffindor table where Neville and Hermione were already sitting. They congratulated me and I thanked them when I made eye contact with the boy named Harry Potter. I smiled at him and leaned over to talk to him.
"Hi." I said, "I'm Y/n."
He smiled at me and brushed his hair away from his eyes, "I'm Harry."
"Whoa." I got distracted, "Is that a scar?"
He noticed me looking and went to cover it with his hair again.
"I'm sorry." I said to him, "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It does look rather cool, though."
He smiled at me and a hint of a blush formed on his cheeks before he looked away and I turned to talk to Neville.

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Harry's POV:
Y/n didn't ever ask me about my scar. She didn't ever ask me about why so many people knew me or why they called me the Chosen One. She only ever asked me how my day was or how I was doing. And I think even at 11 years old, that's what made me fall in love with her. It would only take me years to finally realize, and even longer to admit it.