The Meeting

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"Harry I need to tell you something... I-I LOVE YOU!! Please be mine..."

"Wow, That sentence was said to me a couple of years ago at Hogwarts. It's a looong story but let me tell you when our relationship first began." Said an older Harry Potter.

"Hi! I'm Ron, Ronald Weasley."

"Harry, Harry Potter."

"Bloody hell! your HARRY POTTER! so do you have th-that sc-*whisper*scar.."

"Oh yeah it's so cool."

"WOW! *Ron's rat screeches* oh Sorry about him, this is Scabbers, He has been in my family for 12 years. He must be excited to see you"

 "Hello, Have you guys seen a toad a boy named Neville lost his." Said a Young girl.

"No sorry"

"It alrigh- Holy crickets your Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger.. and you are?"

"Ron Weasley"

"Pleasure. you boys need to start changing into your robes, we're almost at Hogwarts, By the way Ron you have dirt on your nose."

By the time they arrived at their stop it was already dark. The First years, leave the train and board magical self rowing boats across the dark and looks like bottomless lake, towards the castle that is called Hogwarts. They walk up to the stairs to be stopped by an old, tall witch, waiting for them.

"Good evening students, I am Professor McGonagall. In a few moments I will let you in the great Hall for you to be sorted in your houses. The Great Hall is also where you will have your meals."

"So the rumours are true, Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts, This is Pansy and this is Blaise, and I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy. *Ron tries to hold in his laughter* Do you think my name is funny do you, Harry you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort."

"I think i can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks"

hearing those words hurt Draco, he was a fan how he was able to survive the killing curse and the fact he could defeat the darklord as a baby. Plus it was going to hurt him even more when he tells his father that he couldn't befriend him. He will have a harder time to make his father love him.


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