Y O U N G S M I L E S (OCxHarryPotter)

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Home is a feeling and not a place.

There are millions of houses around the globe, but not every would feel like home.

But she did feel home when she walked through those two gigantic doors into the Hallway, even though it's been seconds she was inside, she felt home.

Her newly made friends were not far behind her.

Everyone in the group of  the eleven year olds was looking around and admiring the old architecture of the castle. Everything was finished perfectly to the smallest details, even the floors were perfectly clean and you could see every little line in the marble texture.

An old skinny woman dressed in emerald green robe with a darker dress underneath led them inside and explained the four houses to them. Most of the gathered there people already knew what they were and what they meant but some of the muggle bones looked at her with fear when she mentioned the sorting.

From the corner of her eye, Lyra could see her cousin joking around with Crabb and Goyle, other two boys who they knew because of pure blood family party's, as some of them liked to call them.

What an idiot she thought, he honestly never behaved very mature. That was the most annoying thing about him.

Cassandra on the other hand knew how to act normally, but sometimes when you pissed her off she would get aggressive.

When the woman stopped talking.
Harry sneaked his way next to her and they were standing right up front.

"Nervous?" he asked her trying to be confident, but she felt his stress and anxiety from kilometres.

"You should ask yourself that question" Lyra answered with a little smile and her hands started to get a little sweaty.

The biggest reason of her nerves was the sorting and what house would be sorted in. Gryffindor would mean a disgrace by her family, but would show her true self. Hufflepuff meant being a weakling, no one in the history of the Blacks was ever sorted into Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw wouldn't be that bad, her family would live with it. And Slytherin was the perfect option if she looked from her family's point of view, every Black, besides her uncle Sirius who wasn't really counted as family anymore, was sorted into Slytherin.

But she didn't know if she wanted to be as her family, from a young age she was taught things by them and told they were right, but when she grew a bit older she started to realise they weren't that good after all.

The old lady disappeared for a second and the rest of the group started talking. Lyra just wanted to turn to Harry when a blond haired boy stepped closer.

" I heard Harry Potter is going to Hogwarts and my cousin is already friends with him" with the second part of the sentence he side eyed Lyra and a grim sneaked it's way upon his lips.

"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy" he put his hand infront of him for Harry to shake it but the boy just laughed it off.

" Merlin'a sake Draco leave him alone" Lyra snapped back annoyed and she rolled her eyes. "Don't try to defend your boyfriend" mocks Draco. He turned then to Harry "You think my names funny?". His voice went higher at the end of the sentence which made Harry puff out a small laugh again.
Before he could say anything else the old lady appeared behind Draco and tapped him on the shoulder "Mister Malfoy, I think you need to return to your spot" Draco turned around with wide eyes and just nodded and firmly returned to his stop.

Cassandra watched the whole scene happening and was holding in her laugh the whole time.

Lyra made an mental note of what just happened to tease him later with it, a little smile couldn't hide itself from her lips.