Authors Note: You won't meet Draco until you go to Hogwarts, clearly. Also, the dress is because... well, (Y/n) is eleven, guys. We all wore something like this.
On a misty street in the country of Britain, a black tabby wanders the lonely road of Privet Drive. The feline prowls towards a rather specific house, the porchlight illuminating the ebony letter 'four' on the brick exterior. With a few padded steps, the cat approaches a cloaked figure with lengthy white hair, standing and watching the household.
Within the blink of an eye, the cat shifts into her true form of Professor McGonagall. Her deep green robes shift as she walks to the figure, who turns off all the lights on the road with a small device.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumours true, Albus?" She asks, her elder voice wavering ever so slightly as her wrinkled face shifts into a frown. Albus, the stalky man with white hair trailing down his back, turns to her, his silvery beard standing still in the windless night. Through his glasses, his wise eyes wander the ground.
"I'm afraid so. Both the good and the bad."
"And the children?" McGonagall asks, her head tilted to the side.
"Hagrid is bringing them."
As if on cue, a cyan light illuminates the night sky. Through the trees, it grows larger as it approaches. A rumbling sound makes its way to the road, and from the heavens a motorcycle decends. It skids to a halt in front of the two professors, and the giant of a man riding it dismounts. Wrapped around his large, brown bearded body are two slings, each holding something dense. He raises his goggles, careful with the fabrics.
"No problems, I trust?" Albus asks, his elegant gray cloak clashing with Hagrids rags.
"No sir, the little tykes fell asleep while we were flying over Bristol. Heh."
Hagrid transfers the two swaddles with his meaty hands to those of the witch and wizard, who craddle the items to their chests. As McGonagall takes the white swaddle, it begins to stir. Her eyes widen as she moves the blanket to the side, revealing the face of a wide awake baby.
Staring up at the female professor are the enormous (e/c) orbs of a (s/c) girl, her head having a few folicals of (h/c) locks already. When the girl sees the woman, her lips part into a toothless smile. She giggles as she reaches up and grabs the emerald robe, playing with it in her soft hands. McGonagall smiles at this, taking her over to the doorway of Four Privet Drive.
"Albus, do you really think its safe? Ive been watching these people all day, its terrible!"
"They are the only family he has." Dumbledore says, staring down at the boy in his arms. The children each have scars on their heads, miniscule bolts of red lightning staining their skin.
"Yet she has none...." Minerva says, frowning at the yawning girl. "These two will be famous, and especially with who her ancestors are. You know who her grandmother was, and her father. There wont be a child in our world who wont know their names."
"Precisely. They're better not knowing that, not until they are ready." Behind the two, Hagrid is sniffling as his cheeks grow damp.
"There, there Hagrid-" the little girl laughs as she hears the mans name, and Hagrid smiles sadly at her. McGonagall notices, and she hands the child to him. He takes her in his arms, and she grabs at his large finger. "This isnt really goodbye, after all."
With Dumbledores words, he sets down Harry. Hagrid follows, putting the tired girl next to him. She gurgles with happiness, and she takes the unconscious Potters hand in hers. Even though he is unconscious, Harry grabs her hand as well. The three adults above them smile, knowing the two would be raised like brother and sister.
"Good luck, Harry Potter and (Y/N)....(L/N)." The last name of the young girl was spoken with hesitation. She simply must take her mothers maiden name, if she went by her fathers.....she may be in more danger then ever.
*Nearly Ten Years Later*
"Up! Get up!"
You groan, rolling as far as you could without hitting the wall of your closet bedroom. You can hear the light footsteps of Petunia as she goes and wraps on Harry's bedroom door beneath the stairs. You must admit, you got the better of the two rooms as you could hear the footsteps of Dudley Dursley pounding on the staircase above Harrys bed.
You reach up above your bed, grabbing a dress that was resting on one of the few shelves you had to keep all of your possessions. You throw it on, the blue short sleeves covering your small arms and a floral skirt cascading down to above your knees. You swing your white socked feet over the edge of the bed;which would have hit the door if you didnt open it.
You walk to the kitchen with clompy steps, greeted by your now awake friend as he exits his room, if it could be called that. Harry smiles at you as he adjusts his glasses and walks with you to the next room.
"Good morning, brother." You tease, elbowing Potter. You knew you weren't related, it was one of the few things that Petunia told you and Harry of your pasts. The only other being that each pair of your parents had died in a car crash.
"Good morning, sister." He jokes back as you walk into the kitchen, Dudley shoving his way past you. You sigh, playing with your combed hair as you enter the room.
"Oh, here he comes! The birthday boy!" Petunia says, her long pointy nose scrunching with a smile as she hugs her tubby child.
"Happy birthday, son." Vernon says, his mustache curling with his smile. He then sees you and Harry, to which he quickly frowns. Petunia notices, turning and practically spitting at the pair of you.
"Why dont you just cook the breakfast, and try not to burn anything."
"Of course, Petunia." You sneer, being one to always stand up for not only yourself, but others too. Harry replies more meekly, not wanting any trouble.
"Yes, Aunt Petunia."
You and Harry furrow your brows, creeping to the stove and counter. You grab a coffee mug as Harry starts to cook bacon. Vernon, being an impatient fat man, yells to you.
"Bring me my coffee, girl!"
"Yes, Vernon." You groan, slamming the now full mug on the table. He glares at you, but you go back to the kitchen briskly. Petunia and Dudley pass you, heading towards the living room which is stacked full of vibrant presents.
"How many are there?" Dudlet inquires, shocked at the gifts.
"Thirty-six. I counted." His father replies, rather proudly. Dudley grows appalled by the words, yelling at his father.
"Thirty-six?!?! Last year there were thirty-seven!" He cries, stomping his heavy feet like a child.
"Yes well, some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year!" Vernon says, desperately attempting to please his spoiled rotten son. You throw Harry an 'Again?' look, and he nods in annoyance.
"I dont care how big they are!"
"Oh, now, now, now. This is what we're going to do, is that when we go out we're going to buy you two new presents! How's that, Pumpkin?" Petunia calms her petty son with the statement, and he eagerly leads everyone outside.
*Time Skip*
You all walk towards the silver vehicle, Dudley and Petunia quickly seating themselves inside. You and Harry go to climb in, but Vernon slams the door shut before you can. He gets in both of your faces, his bushy eyebrows slanted downwards in frustration.
"I'm warning you now, boy. Any funny business, any at all, and you won't have any meals for a week." You go to say something, but stop. You could go without the meals, but you didnt have any desire to have Harry deal with it. You shut your mouth, nodding to Vernon. He opens the door once more, pointing to the interior.
"Get in!"
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The Sorcerers Stone//Draco X Reader
Fanfiction(Y/N) (L/N) and Harry Potter; The children who lived. Not long after the two were born, their parents were tragically killed, but they hadnt known who by. Being that (Y/N) had no other family, she and Harry were placed with his extended family, the...
