Y/n Cordelia Granger lived a happy but simple life in the suburbs of London with her parents and younger sister, Hermione, until her 11th birthday. As the day's sun beamed overhead, the young girl was covered in its light that glimmered with the pro...
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Y/n was sitting on a stone bench in the courtyard with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. Hermione was talking with Ron about the flying car, Ginny was writing in her diary, and Y/n was working on her polyjuice potion essay. Y/n was writing down the ingredients when the Gryffindor quidditch team came walking through the courtyard. Before they could make it to the pitch, the Slytherin quidditch team strutted towards Gryffindor and stopped them in their tracks.
"Trouble." Ron and Hermione spoke aloud as they exchanged weary looks.
Y/n started walking towards the growing confrontation with Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. They stood beside the Gryffindor team and stared down the Slytherins.
"Y/n." Marcus greeted creepily as he eyed her up and down and tried to move closer.
George stepped in front of Y/n protectively and stared down Marcus angrily till he stopped staring and backed away.
"We have the pitch booked." Oliver Wood spoke in his thick Scottish accent.
"Don't get your knickers in a twist, Wood. We have a note." Flint argued, aggressively handing the note to the Gryffindor captain.
"Snape says you need the pitch to train your new seeker. You've got a new seeker?" Harry asked befuddled, wondering who took Terrence Higgs place.
Marcus Flint, the Slytherin captain didn't move, but the rest of the team parted like the red sea. Teammates moved aside revealing the new seeker.
Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy?" Harry grimaced in disgust at the sight of the blonde haired boy.
"Surprised Potter?" Draco smirked stupidly.
It was silent as both captains and both seekers had a stare off. The tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife. Luckily, someone spoke and the silence was broken.
"Are those Nimbus 2001's?" Ron exclaimed with wide eyed as he stared at the brooms held by each Slytherin.
It seemed as though they were custom too since each broom was Slytherin green. As much as Y/n didn't want to admit it, the brooms looked cool.
"Draco's father bought them for us." Flint smiled, revealing his wanky teeth.
"You see, unlike some, my father can afford the best." Draco insulted as he stepped closer to the youngest Weasley boy.
"At least the Gryffindor team didn't buy their way in. They made it in on pure talent." Hermione remarked intelligently.
Draco paused as if considering his next words. He took a menacing step towards her that made Y/n worried. He looked at Hermione with hatred before speaking.
"No one asked you, you filthy little mudblood." Draco spoke, his voice dripping with venom.
Y/n and many others gasped. Her heart broke when she saw tears begin to well in her sister's eyes. Y/n had experienced firsthand how much some wizards hated muggleborns, but she never wanted Hermione to see it. It made her blood boil.
