A story about a Gryffindor muggle girl named Y/n Devorah in her first year falling in love with a Slytherin boy named Draco Malfoy in his fourth year, about the gap, their differences, and the Borderline they can never defy.
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𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫:...
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When they are already entering the castle of Hogwarts, Y/n couldn't help but express her admiration for the grandeur of the place. “This place is amazing...” She whispered in awe. The castle was adorned with magnificent paintings, statues, and other exquisite works of art, which only added to its charm and splendor.
The door opened effortlessly, revealing a striking witch with black hair and emerald-green robes. Despite her stern countenance, there was a soothing aura about her that put Y/n at ease. It's worth noting that the woman was quite beautiful, even though her age suggested she was a bit older.
The woman led the group across the flagged stone floor, and the students could hear a multitude of voices emanating from a doorway to the right. It appeared that the rest of the school had already arrived. However, the woman kindly escorted the first years into a small, empty chamber off the hall. The students crowded in, standing closer together than they typically would, peering about nervously.
“Welcome to Hogwarts,” Said the woman. “I apologize for not introducing myself so soon, I am Minerva McGonagall. The School's headmistress and you can all call me Professor McGonagall.”
“The commencement of the term's banquet is imminent. However, prior to occupying your designated seats in the Great Hall, you will undergo the sorting ceremony. This is an exceedingly significant ceremony, as during your stay here, your house will serve as your family within the confines of Hogwarts. You will attend classes with your fellow housemates, reside in your house's dormitory, and enjoy leisure time in your house's common room.”
Y/n tried to listen very carefully at the Woman but her mind kept dozing somewhere else thinking to herself, ‘Who was she again? Professor McGonaball? Mcdonald? McConaball?’ She couldn't quite get her name right. So with furrowed eyebrows she stood there looking confused.
“The four houses are called Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Each house has its own noble history and each has produced outstanding witches and wizards. During your stay at Hogwarts, your accomplishments will earn your house points, while any violation of the rules will result in the loss of house points, at the end of the academic year, the house cup, a great honor, is awarded to the house with the most points. It is my sincere hope that each and every one of you will bring credit to the house that you will belong to.” Professor McGonagall expressed with a polite and formal tone as she gazed at each student in the small chamber.
“The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while you wait.” Professor McGonagall was about to turn away to see if the others were ready but she had stopped in her tracks when Y/n pulled down the hem of her robes.
