Harry Potter Preferences

How you first met

A/N: Hey! So this is my first preference hope you like! As most of you know y/n is your name, y/f/n is your first name, and y/l/n is your last name. Xoxo Paige

Harry: You were in your second year, happy to call yourself a Gryffindor. You were walking to your next class, when Draco Malfoy and his two minions Crabbe and Goyle corner you. "Heard you were a mud blood Gryffindor." Draco sneers, but a voice behind him says "Malfoy, leave her be." Draco leaves and glares at the boy who said that : The one and only Harry Potter. "You okay?" He asks and you nod. "I'm y/n" "Harry" he says with a smile.

Ron: You were rushing to get to the train station. I mean, you were about to start your first year at Hogwarts. Who wouldn't be excited? As you run through the barrier ahead of your mum and dad, you collide into someone else. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" You ask and help the redheaded boy up. "Yeah. Was my fault, didn't move away from the barrier. I'm Ron. Ron Weasley." "Y/f/n y/l/n"

Draco: Second year will be better Last year, you got put into Slytherin...and you're muggle born so they pretty much hate you. (A/N sorry for stereotyping them, I'm talking about Malfoy crew) You sit down in an empty cart on the train and pull out a book to read. The door slides open, and you look up to see Draco Malfoy. "Can we sit here?" "Sorry, I'm waiting for people." You lie. He shrugs, turns, and walks away. So much for meeting him.

Fred: You sit in the empty corridor, silently crying. Your head is in your hands. You've had enough of the Slytherins calling you a blood traitor. Someone puts an arm around you, making you jump. "Hey, sorry. Why are you crying?" A redhead boy around your age asks. "Stupid Slytherins calling me a blood traitor." You say. "I'm Fred, by the way. And we get called that too." You wipe few tears from your face. "I'm y/n."

George: You were in detention...again. You sigh as you clean the desks in one of the classrooms. Someone walks in with Professor McGonagall. "Help her." She says and walks out. The boy smiles at you. "I'm George. Let's get out of here." "I'm y/n.." You say slowly. "How are we gonna sneak out?" George smirks. "Trust me, I know my way out of detention."

Oliver: You were nervous. I mean, this is your first Quidditch game! You and one other second year got in on the Gryffindor team. You hadn't met him yet, but he was another Chaser, like you. You sit down, anxious for the game. Someone sits down next to you. "I'm Oliver wood, another Chaser." You smile at him. "Y/f/n y/l/n, I'm a Chaser, too." "Don't be nervous, you'll be fine." Two minutes into the game, Oliver took a Bludger to the head.

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