"Come on, Harry!" I yell, waiting for Harry on the other side of the platform 9 and 3 quarters.
Suddenly, a bunch of redheads come through and then Harry does.
"What took you so long!" I say to Harry, as he walks up to me.
"I was nervous" he mumbles.
"Well pull yourself together, because you are not doing to get excuses at Hogwarts" I yell, before pulling Harry into an empty compartment.
A boy with fiery red hair pokes his head through the door, "May I come in?" He asks.
I nod, and he sits next to Harry. I'm opposite Harry.
"What's your name?" He asks Harry.
"Harry Potter" He says.
"Whoa, do you have the scar?" He says, and Harry shows him the scar.
"And you must be Y/n Potter!" He says to me, only just noticing the scar.
He doesn't have to look hard because the scar on my forehead is plainly obvious as it pans across my whole forehead like veins.
The food trolley comes up, "anyone want some sweets from the trolley?" The lady asks.
"We'll have the lot!" Harry says, holding out lots of money.
I roll my eyes and steal some Pumpkin Pastries from their pile.
While the two of them are eating, someone knocks on the door.
"I'm Hermione Granger, and you are?" she says, holding her hand out.
"Harry Potter" Harry says, revealing his scar.
"Ron Weasley" Ron says.
"Y/n Potter" I say, with a smile, shaking the hand that got rejected by the boys.
Hermione sits for a bit before leaving to put her robes on. I put my robes on and the train stops at the station and we get off.
We make our way to the school and have to wait at the stairs for McGonagall to come.
Some kid walks up to Harry and I. "I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, and those two over there are Crabbe and Goyle" says the kid.
Harry looks at the kid awkwardly.
"If you want to be friends with the right people, I can help you with that" Draco says.
"Who might those 'right' people be" Ron says.
"I don't even need to ask your name, red hair, hand me down robes, you must be a Weasley!" Draco smirks, "and for the matter, Weasleys are the wrong sort to hang out with, you don't want to end up poor like them"
"I think I can decide the wrong sort for myself, thanks" Harry says, "what about you, y/n?"
"I think that I want to be friends with someone who has a sense of manners" I say, standing on draco's side.
"Y/n, please-" Harry starts.
"I can make my own decisions, and I'm deciding to make my life easier by being friends with people willing to give me a hand, so shove off" I say, getting agitated.
McGonagall walks up and we stop talking, leaving Harry glaring at me.
We go into the Hall, and all goes quiet. All you can hear is the shuffling of our feet.
We get to the hat and it sings a song, and then names get called out to be sorted.
Draco is sorted into Slytherin, and then Harry is sorted into Griffindor.
I walk up and sit down, and the hat is placed on my head.
Hmm, not a Hufflepuff, far too brave. The hat thinks.
Not a Ravenclaw, too stubborn.
What about a Slytherin? Hmm, yes, a Slytherin.
Yes! I want to be Slytherin! I think.
Are you sure? The hat asks.
Yes, please, I'm begging you, put me in Slytherin!
But Slytherin will burden your greatness.
Please!
Alright... The hat says.
"Slytherin!" The hat shouts.
With a roar coming from the Slytherin table, I walk up and sit next to Draco, and he pats me on the back.
I look across the room to see Harry glaring and whispering amongst the other Griffindors.
After the feast, I get escorted to the Slytherin common room in the dungeons with the rest of them.
On the way, I spot Harry, and both him and his friends are glaring at me. I don't care, he can glare all he wants, I'm practically not related anymore, we're in different houses.
The password is PureBlood. (Pretend the potters are pure bloods)
We go inside and get associated with our dorms.
I decide to sit in the common room by the fire and read a book for a while.
"What book are you reading?" Someone says from behind, startling me.
"They Both Die In The End" I reply.
"That's a terrible name for a book, it spoils the ending!" Draco exclaims, confused, sitting next to me on the couch.
"Does it tell you how or why they die?" I ask, him, trying to look at his face in the dark, the light of the fire dancing on his face.
"Well, no" He says.
"Then there isn't much spoiled, is there?" I chuckle.
I can see Draco roll his eyes.
I sit and continue reading while Draco just watches me.
"I'm off to bed, you're boring" he says, getting up.
"I should probably sleep too" I say, stifling a yawn.
I get up, put my book away, and go to bed.
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My Love (George X Reader X Fred Weasley)
FanfictionYour name is Y/n Potter. You are Harry's Twin sister and you are the girl who lived. You were with Harry, the boy who lived, when Voldy attacked and so therefore, both you and Harry have a scar. For some reason, your scar is different to Harry's, an...
