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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On Saturday morning you woke up early. You, Hermione, Ron and Harry's other dorm mates made a surprise for him. They made a big banner out of one of their ruined bed sheet. It read 'Potter for President' and Hermione enchanted it to change colours. There was a big lion on it too who was drawn by Dean Thomas.
You all showed it to Harry and he seemed to like it a lot, he was more confident seeing his friends were on his side.
When the time came for the match you all headed down. Harry and Ron's twin brothers Fred and George headed to the changing rooms while you, Ron and Hermione went to take your seats at the stands. You joined Neville, Dean and Seamus who have already put up the 'Potter for President' sign up.
You all watched with excitement when the teams walked up and got a speech from Madam Hooch. The Captains shook hands and then they were up in the air.
Through the speakers came the voice of Lee Jordan, he was the Weasley twins friend and was commentating the game being closely judged by Professor McGonagall.
"And the Quaffle is taken immediately by Angelina Johnson of Gryffindor, what an excellent Chaser that girl is, and rather attractive, too-"
"JORDAN!"
"Sorry, Professor," He apologized before continuing "And she's really belting along up there, a neat pass to Alicia Spinnet, a good find of Oliver Wood's, last year only a reserve. Back to Johnson and - no, the Slytherins have taken the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Marcus Flint gains the Quaffle and off he goes. Flint flying like an eagle up there, he's going to sc- no, stopped by an excellent move by Gryffindor Keeper Wood and the Gryffindors take the Quaffle, that's Chaser Katie Bell of Gryffindor there, nice dive around Flint, off up the field and, OUCH! That must have hurt, hit in the back of the head by a Bludger. Quaffle taken by the Slytherins, that's Adrian Pucey speeding off toward the goal posts, but he's blocked by a second Bludger, sent his way by Fred or George Weasley, can't tell which. Nice play by the Gryffindor Beater, anyway, and Johnson back in possession of the Quaffle, a clear field ahead and off she goes, she's really flying, dodges a speeding Bludger and the goal posts are ahead, come on, now, Angelina. Keeper Bletchley dives, misses."
"GRYFFINDORS SCORE!" He finally yelled as Angelina shot a goal into the Slytherin hoops.
You cheered and yelled along with the crowd as the Slytherins looked very gloomy on the other side.
From your side Hagrid suddenly approached. You all greeted him and moved over to let him sit down next to you.
"Bin watchin' from me hut." Hagrid said, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, "But it isn't the same as bein' in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh?"
"Nope." Responded Ron.
"Harry must be bored up there." You said looking at Harry flying around the sky. You blushed as your stomach felt funny again. Harry sure had skills, flying like a pro.
