I'm his | Draco Malfoy

I'm not a Muggle born

I know I should've stayed put where the Headmaster wanted me to be, but the curiosity was too big. I didn't show it, of course, because I need people to think I'm a rough girl, but come on, Hogwarts! Everybody around me talked about it all my childhood. They didn't use nice words, of course, but I know they were just missing their moments there.

Half my family didn't even expect me to receive the letter. I'm talking about the half of Bella. But obviously, my adorable and annoying half of family where my dad comes from...they were all excited. Honestly, I was fine at my old muggle school. I had received my letter 4 years ago, but my parents didn't want me to go. Luckily, Dad's house elf, who isn't a slave like every other one but is just a friend for him, found my letter while she was cleaning. You can't imagine the rage Dad showed that day! And of course, Bella and her husband were all against sending me here...but here I am. First day of school, Hogwarts.

"Mrs Black?" the raspy voice of Dumbledore brings me to reality harshly. "I'm here" I shout. He quickly comes near me, smiling. "I thought I'd told you to not wander around the castle" he says, raising an eyebrow. I look down. "I'm sorry... I was just too curious. What's going to happen now?" I ask then, staring into his ice eyes. He looks back.

"Of course, given the fact that you were at a muggle school all along... We've never had a case like you before... But I think it would be right to put the Sorting Hat on your head and let it decide for us." I nod, but I am afraid. Half my family is Slytherin, and the other half is Gryffindor. What if I get none? Or both? Is it possible?

"Excuse me, Sir... Has it ever happened to someone, to receive more than one House?" I ask, while we walk to the Hall. Dumbledore thinks carefully, then shakes his head. "The Sorting Hat is often undecided between two, but then it always chooses just one." "As for Harry" I say. Dumbledore nods. "Exactly. I know your family has two Houses... but you need to know, you may as well get a different one." "Like...Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw?" I shake my head.

I'm brave, and ambitious, that's for sure. I have good grades, and I always help my family, but...does that mean I'm also smart and nice?

"Sir... would it be possible to have the Sorting Ceremony privately? I don't want everyone to laugh at me because I'm this old." "Mrs Black... I don't think people will notice your age when they'll look at you." I know what he means. Both Dad and Bella and her husband are quite, what can I say, famous? And obviously, Harry. He's very close to Dad, and we've practically grown together. I don't know whether to expect him talking about me, or either ignoring me. I don't think he would, though. He's not like another boy I've seen once or twice at Bella's residence...

"I know, but..." "I know for sure Mr Potter, Mrs Granger and all the Weasleys are eager to see you." I don't even know what he's talking about, except for 'Potter'. I know Harry has friends here, but I've never met them. Maybe once I've seen them, but Bella came to take me before I could talk with them.

"Here we are." Dumbledore opens the door of the Hall, and I'm now standing across an enormous room with 4 long tables and one at the end. I look around to see Harry, but I don't notice him.

When we arrive at the Headmaster's place, Dumbledore starts to talk and, just as expected, everyone quiets down.

"Students and Professors of Hogwarts, near me stands Olivia B-" he hesitates just a second "Black. She's gone to a Muggle school until now, but as you all, I'm sure, can see, she's not 11. She's in fact ready for her 5th year here at Hogwarts, but we need to Sort her first, don't we? I hope and I'm sure" his gaze lands on the last table, where I see a head like the one of the boy in Bella's residence "you all will make her feel beloved and part of our school."

I can feel everyone's eyes staring into me, but I don't look up. I don't even know if Harry and his friends are watching, or if the mysterious boy is.

Dumbledore invites me to sit on a dusty chair and then breaths deeply, before putting an old and weird-looking hat on my long hair.

"Oh, we have a Black! Another one, finally..." it says. "I don't know, I don't know... You have Slytherin blood, my dear... But I know you would be good at Gryffindor, too... Hufflepuff doesn't add up... And Ravenclaw... Yes, yes, you have a very smart brain for sure... But wouldn't it be too strange? So where to put you, where..." After a long moment, it exhales. "Slytherin!" it shouts.

Dumbledore claps his hands, and so do some other few people in the Hall, but when I look up, I don't see Harry doing it, or the boy. I get up and clean my clothes from the dust, not knowing where to go or what to do. I feel like everyone is playing at a game I don't know the rules of.

"Olivia, my dear... let me help you... Mrs Greengrass? No, not you Astoria... Daphne, yes... would you be so kind to show Mrs Black around?" Dumbledore says. A pretty girl, with dark hair and blue eyes, stands up. She quickly smiles at me, looking back at her table, then, when I come near her, she doesn't look back.

"So, uhm... Olivia, right?" I nod. "Welcome to Slytherin" she says. "Thanks. I guess." She raises an eyebrow. "That's not how to answer." I shrug. "Sorry then. It's just... I think everyone was expecting me to end up in Gryffindor." "Now that's funny... you are the opposite of Potter! He was ending up in Slytherin, but thanks God, he was Sorted into Gryffindor." "I didn't know that." "Of course, how could you, you probably don't even know Potter's name." "Uhm?" "I mean, being a Muggle born and all that." "I'm not a Muggle born. And it's Harry." Daphne is now looking at me with an interrogative gaze. "Potter's name. It's Harry."