Y/N Malfoy is Draco's adoptive sister and she is no ordinary witch - with a troubled past and powers she cannot control, she is going to Hogwarts to face her biggest fears. There aren't many things that would get you kicked out from your own family...
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You grew slightly worried as the hate between Draco and Harry only expanded but the breaking point was probably your first flying lesson with Madam Hooch, She was a rather strict woman with eagle-like yellow eyes.
Everyone including you was very nervous about flying. Harry was worried about making a fool out of himself which you assured him he wouldn't. Hermione couldn't learn flying skills from a book which annoyed her. Neville who was never on a broom in his whole life was scared out of him skin.
You on the other hand were worried about flying due to your magic. Only Ron seemed somehow calm about it.
The morning of the lesson you were all eating breakfast, Neville has just gotten a gift from his grandmother.
"It's a Remembrell!" He exclaimed excitedly holding the glass ball "It glows red when the person holding it forgot something."
You all watched as the ball suddenly burned scarlet. Neville seemed to have forgotten something already, it didn't surprise you as Neville seemed to lose and forget things constantly.
After breakfast you all speeded off to your lessons. You had Transfiguration first along with Herbology. But at three-thirty you all excitedly headed towards your first Flying lesson.
Madam Hooch stood in the middle of a smoothed out lawn oppisite to the grounds near the forbidden forest. Rows of school brooms were spread on the ground, you thought they must be for the students. Slytherins were already there.
Hooch greeted the class impatiently "Well, what are you all waiting for? Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Up all stepped forward. You could Hermione whispered flying tips under her breath as you stood between her and Harry, a broom at each of your feet.
"Stick out your right hand over your broom," called Madam "and say 'Up!"'
'Strange.' you thought as you looked at the object at your feet, it was quite old and some of it seemed to be out of place, you stuck your hand out.
"Now." said Hooch and a bunch of "UP!" shouts could be heard
Harry's Broom jumped into his hand no problem but not everyone had it that easy, Hermione's only rolled and poor Nevilles didn't move at all, Draco had his at his second try. You took a breath and called "Up.", your broom went up to you immediately with such force it knocked you backwards. A serious of sparks landing in the grass around you. The broom was still in your hand.
You heard Harry chuckle, he seemed to be the only one who noticed the incident.
"hey, you okay? " He asked it a friendly way unaware of the real reason you fell over, he offered you his hand to stand up.
You hesitated, you usually avoided physical contact with others if possible. You didn't want to accidentally harm them. But you knew you were getting better and you couldn't be afraid anymore.
