Harry Potter and the last Potter (fanfic)

Arriving at Hogwarts

I woke up in a hospital-like bed in a huge room with tall ceilings, and rows of beds that replicated mine. Res drapes hung from the tall stained-glass windows. The walls were a grey stone and there were three black chandeliers with candles lit above.  I was in a hospital.

A lady who was dressed like a Victorian nurse approached my bed with a trolley and asked me if I was alright.

"You had quite a bit of a shock there didn't you, dear?" She said. I nodded, sat up straight against the pillows and started rubbing my eyes. "Well, nothing to worry about now," she continued "you're safe and sound here at Hogwarts".

My eyes grew wide and I stopped rubbing my eyes.

"You mean I'm here?" I asked

"Yes! You are here"

"Wow, that went quick... How long was I out for?"

"Ah, only a few hours, you were very tired after the train mishap. You had only woken up a few times only to doze off... Hmm"

I started itching my eyes again, they really hurt. They were tingling and really prickling. The nurse said it will stop by tomorrow, "it's just the potion you were given,"

"You mean medicine?"

"No, potion, dear. Medicines are for muggles!"

"What the ffff-shhhm.. is a muggle?!"

"Not magic folk of course! Now, lay back and relax and we'll send you to Professor McGonagall  to get sorted"

She came back within 10 minutes to give me my robes and she told a boy called Draco to take me up to the Professor. He was blonde and little bit short, he was very white and wore a green badge on his robe with a snake on it.

He walked very floppy, as if he couldn't be bothered to be here. He had bags under his eyes too.

"So, what's your name?" He asked.

I looked at him with my hands in my pockets and then looked around, "Maria," I replied. He looked at me with a raised eye brow.

"No last name then?"

"Nah," I replied "people seem to be getting it mixed up with others"

"Oh yeah? Well, my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. But call me Malfoy"

"What are we on a last name bases or something?"

"Everyone is," he grinned. Sort of.

We arrived at a wall. We waited at the wall.

"What are we doing?" I asked only to be shushed.

"Dude,"

"Shh!"

Suddenly, the wall turned into a door and the door was red with gold twisting over it like vines in a jungle or the curl of a snail shell. It was so... Magical.

He knocked on the door and an old, shaky, Scottish voice called out "yes, enter!" So we did. A short wrinkled lady sat at the wooden desk which rested at the back with a cat sat beside her.