💎Chapter 4💎

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(Quick Author's Note. I'm going to have them get on the train immediately because I don't want Harry going back to the Dursley's and I don't want Ciara to go back to the Malfoy's, so they'll be getting on the platform in this chapter. Enjoy).

Before Harry and Ciara could run off to go look at the other shops, Hagrid grabbed the back of their shirts, "Might as well get yer uniform", said Hagrid, nodding toward Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, yeh two, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts."

'Hagrid does look a little green', she thought to Harry, 'he deserves it.' She nodded "Go on Hagrid. We'll be fine." Hagrid turned to go back to The Leaky Cauldron as Ciara pulled Harry into the shop. "Hogwarts, dears?" she asked, before they even had the chance to speak. "Got the lot here -- another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Harry turned to asked Ciara if she wanted to be fitted for her robes first, but her attention was on the boy on the stool. "Hey Draco!!" The boy turned his head and stared at Ciara in shock, "Ciara? You got out?"

Ciara nodded, "A man named Dumbledore came to your house and got me out of the basement. He even scared mother away!!" She was almost jumping from the pure joy of being out of the basement. Madam Malkin ushed Harry onto a stool next the boy Ciara had called 'Draco'. Madam Malkin quickly slipped a robe over his head and began measuring him.

"Hello", said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes", said Harry.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands", said Draco. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to took at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Ciara knew his actions were wrong but didn't say anything. But Harry, however, thought about how the boy strongly reminded him of Dudley and had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something insulting. "Have you got your own broom?" Draco went on. "No", Harry mumbled quietly. Ciara could see Harry growing more and more uncomfortable by the minute and prepared to tell Draco off but he continued, "Play Quidditch at all?" Harry's cheeks were the lightest shade of pink, "No."

"Draco, he's new to the wizarding world", Ciara said quietly, so quietly that Draco didn't hear her. I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

"No," said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute. "Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been - Ciara will be a Slytherin too. Her father and her mother were the best Slytherins." Ciara's cheeks were slightly pink, from embarrassment or anger, Harry couldn't tell, "We don't know that Draco. None of us know how we get sorted into our houses." Draco's smile faltered slightly, "So? Name one person in our family that wasn't a Slytherin." Ciara mumbled something so quietly, only Draco could hear, "Well, there are our-"

"You better not be talking about those filthy cousins of our's", Draco said with a sneer. Ciara shot to her feet, her face, Harry now realized, was flushed in anger, "They are not filthy!!" There was a loud cracking noise as the window by the door had a long crack right in the middle of the window. Draco turned back towards Harry, "Don't mind her. She's not right in the head." Ciara stared at him mouth agape, "Draco!!"

Ciara had never heard him speak that, much less about her. He continued as if she wasn't even there, "I say, look at that man!" said Draco suddenly, nodding toward the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and Ciara, pointing at three large ice creams that he had in a holder to show he couldn't come in.

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