You walk up the snowy stairs of Hogwarts, the interior glowing with candlelight. Its Christmas time now, and some of the students have gone home to their families. Of course, yourself and Harry haven't. Why would you want to go back to the Dursleys?
You push open the grand doors, walking down the hallways of the castle briskly. You had left Ruby with Harry and Ron, who you believe are still playing Wizard Chest in the great hall. You come to a hall which holds a golden eagle statue carved into a hole in the wall, and you stand in front of it. Dumbledore had told you how to enter his office, knowing you would have many questions throughout your years at Hogwarts.
"Shabot Lenon." You say, putting a hand in front of you. Magical light dances on your fingers, but quickly disappears as the bird statue begins to turn, twisting upwards to reveal a spiral staircase. You climb the stone, your black cape with the Dratheum crest(pictured above) embroidered onto your left breast.
You finish your trek up the stairs, walking into a circular room of tan stone. Halfway through the room the floor grows elevated, three stairs leading up to it. You step up the short elevation, and find yourself right in front of Dumbledore who sits at his desk. Books surround the walls, and two sets of staircases lead up to a large sphere hanging from the roof, though you cant tell its purpose. The many portraits around the room move from their spots, the ancient wizards in the picture literally moving to look at you. Ah, magic.
"Professor Dumbledore?" You ask, to which he looks up at you. He smiles sweetly through his long, narrow beard as he stands.
"Miss (L/N). Is there something you need?" He asks, to which you grow frustrated. How could he not know what you are talking about?
"Yes, in fact there is. What can I do about this hybrid thing? I may hurt someone! I nearly murdered a troll out of anger!" You shout, not telling him of the Malfoy incident. His expression remains blank. But his wise voice rings in the room.
"You cannot stop it, (Y/N). But, as I've said before, you can learn to control it."
"How?" You ask, curious as ever.
"Do you remember what it felt like to have the wings from your back? Remember that feeling, and as your grandmother once did you will be able to use it to your advantage at any time. It may take practice, but you will learn."
"And when I'm upset? Ive never been able to stop that." You hastily say, not allowing Dumbledore to finish. He shakes his head, once again smiling as his grey eyes crease into a grin.
"Think of someone you care for, like your brother perhaps. Did Meredith not mention this in your journal?"
Of course Dunbledore knew you had her Spellbook. Still, it didnt change that her chapters didnt mention anything of it. She must have wanted it a secret, in case anyone of different blood would find her book, which only had the following chapters.
1.Spells I've Created/Discovered
2.Hogwarts Secrets
3.Appearances(which she clearly thought were everything since this is the largest chapter. She must not have been very much like you....)
4.Potions
5.Dragonlings
6.Dragons
7.Fantastic Creatures(Apparently not dragons. Okay, maybe a bit like you, you do love animals.)
"No, I'm afraid she didnt." You sarcastically drawl, hating how vague your grandmother was. Her book has many unanswered questions, but still she seemed like a nice person.
"Well, I'm sure you can figure it out." Dumbledore says, escorting you out of the room. You groan, knowing there is no way for you to test the theory of controlling your anger until you were irritated. But trying to utilize your powers.....
You dont have much time to think about it as you leave to the great hall where your chosen brother and friends are.
"Well this seems interesting." You say, grinning at the two boys as they play wizard chest, the pieces moving by vocal command.
"Its barbaric!" Hermione says, wheeling in an cart of her velongings. You sit next to Harry, and Hermione stands by Ron on the other side of the long table.
"Its wizards chess." Ron replies, still looking at the board. "I see you've packed."
"See you haven't." Hermione replies to the ginger boy as you play with your lilac and silver tie.
"Change of plans. My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie. He's studying dragons there!" You perk up at this, hearing the creatures name. Ron notices, giving you a smile as you think about possibly writing to Charlie for information.
"Well, you can help Harry and I. We're going to the library to search for anything about Nicholas Flammel."
"But we've looked a hundred times!" Ron cries, clearly bored by the topic. You were still as curious as always, so you werent giving up. Hermione smirks at Ron, walking away with her packed cart.
"Not in the restricted section! Happy Christmas."
You look at your two friends, pulling a face of amazement. You then giggle nervously, being you've always thought of Hermione as the good one.
"I think we've had a bad influence on her." Harry says, laughing with you.
*Time Skip*
A few days after, you are curled up in your black comforter, Ruby lying at the foot of the bed as she is now nearly two feet long and at least that tall. A sudden rapping comes on your common room door, but you groan and bury yourself deeper in the blankets.
"Go away! Its Christmas and I'm sleeping in!" You cry, screwing your eyes shut. Not long after you hear the word 'Alohomora', and someone rushing into your living room. Not seconds after, your bedroom door is slammed open, and two excited young boys rush to your bedside as you throw your wand out. Of course you sleep with it, you are rather skeptical of people. You lower your spiral weapon as you see Ruby leap into Harrys arms, no longer small enough to sit on people's shoulders. Ron is next to him as you push your blankets off your warm body.
"(Y/N)! You have presents!" Ron says, holding out three boxes to you. You raise an eyebrow, pushing messy hair from your forehead as your scar is reveiled.
"Presents? I've never had a present before...." You mutter, looking at the boxes in confusion. One was a medium sized box, not wrapped but with a kind bow on top of it. Another was rather large, coated in elegant silver paper with a purple note attached. The last was the same size as the silver gift, its rectangular form wrapped in a pricey green paper. Ron shoves the unwrapped one at you, and you grin as you see the note.
"From your mother?" You ask, reading 'Merry Christmas, dear (Y/N).' Of course it was from the weasleys, they are wonderful people after all. You open it, seeing a hand knit purple sweater with the small letter (First Initial) where your heart is. You tell the boys to turn, changing quickly into it.
When youre finished, Harry hands you the large silver gift, saying its anonymous. You raise an eyebrow, but when you open it you are entranced.
YOU ARE READING
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...
