It Started With A Closet. . . A Drarry Fic (No Smut!!!)

Robin's First Few Days at Hogwarts

Robin wasn't sure how to feel.

She hated having to leave her parents for so long, but was glad that John would be there with her. She was excited to find out who she was going to meet and what classes she was going to have and, probably the most exciting, getting sorted into her very own house.

Even four years later, Hexa was still her idol. She wanted to be a Hufflepuff, she wanted to be a unicorn animagus (she'd been training with Hexa for a while now), she wanted to become a writer, and sit under Hexa's still-enchanted willow tree while she created her own crazy worlds, and, most of all, she wanted to meet Cade, Hexa's very first friend.

She couldn't stop smiling since the night before they left for the train station, not until she got on the train. She had no idea where to sit, and John had explained to her that he loved her and didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. . . But there wasn't going to be enough room and his compartment with Alora, Lee, and Tammy all sitting in there with him.

"Please understand," he'd said while they were driving to the train station, "that I'm honestly doing this for you. I met my very first Hogwarts friends when I sat in a compartment on the way to Hogwarts. And I want you to have friends there other than me, okay? You're a great person, sis, you deserve to have friends."

"Thanks, John," she said, hugging him tightly and burying her face into his stomach.

Harry and Draco smiled from the front seat, pretending that they hadn't heard the entire conversation.

"Just remember, John," Draco added a moment later. "If your sister really can't find anywhere else to sit, or doesn't feel comfortable sitting somewhere else, let her sit in your compartment, okay? Even if it's on your lap."

"Yeah, we don't care if it cramps your style or not; sometimes you just gotta suck it up," Harry added, and Draco hit him, but he was trying to hide a smile while he did it.

"Of course, Dads," he said, laughing at them as Harry tried to fight back while driving. "Just don't crash us before we even get to the train station, please."

Robin squeezed her brother's hand until they got to the station, and before she knew it, the two siblings were on the train to Hogwarts. John led her to the compartment he'd be in, and told her to go find an empty one.

"Remember what Dads said, okay? If you really don't feel comfortable anywhere else, come sit with me, okay."

"Alright, John."

Robin wandered until she found an empty compartment, and started writing as best she could to make up her own stories like her Aunt Hexa until a girl came in and nervously asked if she could sit with her.

"Sure," Robin said happily. "I'm Robin! What's your name?"

"Oh, I'm Annie. Nice to meet you, Robin."

Robin stuck out her hand, and Annie timidly shook it.

"What Hogwarts house are you hoping to be in?" Robin asked.

"I'm not really sure. Just . . . want to be placed in the right one. What about you?"

"I really want to be a Hufflepuff, just like my Aunt Hexa! She's my most favorite person ever!"

"Hufflepuff has some of the best traits, in my opinion, but I don't want to be biased about it, since both my parents were in Hufflepuff. I think all the houses can be pretty great."

"Me too! One of my dads was in Gryffindor, and the other was in Slytherin, and my brother is a Ravenclaw, and both my Aunt Abby and my Aunt Hexa were Hufflepuffs, and they're all my most favorite people in the world! Aunt Hexa is definitely the best though."

"You have more than one dad?" Annie asked, cocking her head.

"Yeah, they adopted me and John, my brother, and Aunt Hexa and Abigail both adopted a little girl they named Faith."

"So a girl and a girl, and a boy and a boy, can each be like a mom and a dad even though you're supposed to have one of each?"

"Yep!" Robin replied, not the slightest bit deterred by the use of the words "supposed to."

"I never knew that. Is it weird not having a mom?"

"Not really. I've never really had one. But my dads are both great!"

"You could tell me more about that later, maybe if we both get in the same house."

"Okay! So what are you most excited to learn about?"

"Everything, really. Both my parents are wizards, so I've been hearing about magic all my life. I just want to learn how to do everything."

"I really want to learn about the magical creatures! And Aunt Hexa really liked arithmancy. And astronomy and potions! And I'm hoping to become an animagus, just like Aunt Abigail, and my dads."

"That's a lot of stuff."

"I guess so."

The compartment door slid open again, and two more girls walked in holding hands.

"Can we sit here?" they asked.

"Yep!" Robin answered.

Their names were Laila and Jessica. Apparently their parents had been best friends at Hogwarts, so they'd grown up with each other.

(A/N Skip to the sorting ceremony because I'm lazy and I have magical author powers so I can do that shit.)

Laila and Jessica had been sorted into Hufflepuff, and were waiting for their two new friends to be sorted as well.

Robin had been called up first.

"Ah, yes," the Hat said to her. "I remember your aunt Hexa very well. Almost caused a hat stall. You'd do well taking after her, and you've quite made yourself a lot like her, except she was a lot more reserved. So. . . HUFFLEPUFF!!!" it called out.

Robin grinned, and the loudest cheering of them all came from the Ravenclaw table, from John, Lee, Tammy, and Alora, who had sort of grown into Robin's other sibling figures and thought of her as a little sister themselves.

About fifty people later, near some of the last people to get called up, was Annie.

Please put me with my new friends, she thought over and over, her original idea to remain impartial about which house she was sorted into completely thrown out of the window as she begged relentlessly to the Sorting Hat to be put in Hufflepuff.

"You'd be a better Ravenclaw," it told her, right before finally calling out, "HUFFLEPUFF!" and Annie felt a strange stirring in her as she walked over to sit with her new friends at the Hufflepuff table.

The next morning, Robin got up at 5:30 A.M. to run down to the woods. She'd slipped the daggers her Aunt Hexa had made her, modeled after her very own, into her boots like Hexa used to do, and didn't stop running until she'd made it.

"Hello!?" she called out into the woods. "Cade? CLUMSY!?"

Galloping came not long after, and a lone centaur came up to her. "Who are you?" was all he asked.

"Are you Cade?"

"Yes. Who are you?" he repeated.

"You knew my Aunt Hexa," she said. "She used to call you Clumsy, remember? She tells stories about you to me and my brother and my cousin all the time!"

"What's your name?" he asked, his breath hitching.

"Robin! And I want to be just like my Aunt Hexa!"

"Your Draco and Harry's kid, aren't you?"

"Yep!"

"Come here, follow me."

The centaur led her to the end of the forest, to the willow tree Hexa had enchanted.

"Get comfortable, kid. Let me tell you a story about your Aunt Hexa. . ."