Evan Rosier (Harry Potter Fanfic/ Prequel)

Year 1 | 1 | Here's To The Magic School

(Arabelle's POV)

I am Arabelle (L/N) and I am eleven years old.

I am also a witch. My Hogwarts acceptance letter came to me on a Wednesday afternoon, which means I will indeed be attending school at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

My parents, both pure-bloods, didn't expect anything else. They celebrated with soft claps and my favorite dessert. I, however, am more excited about this than ever. When I get to Hogwarts, I will learn everything they have to offer me. Maybe I'll make a few friends on the way. I doubt it.

Friends don't come easily to me. When I was younger, my parents didn't want me around Muggles, and yet we still live in a secluded place away from witches and wizards.

It's not just because we aren't around them. Whenever we are around anyone, I don't know what to say. My parents do the talking for me usually, but it doesn't help when we're on play dates and my parents can't speak. Nobody usually stays around, but I really don't mind.

Friends aren't important when there's so much to learn about magic.

On the day my parents take me to Platform Nine and three-quarters, I am uncharacteristically bouncy. My parents smile at my excitement, but they don't do anything to dampen it. After all, they were once in the same place.

"Hello! I see your family is made of pure-bloods, too," a boy greets.

To myself, I think, what an introduction. I turn to look at him. Dark hair, teasing grin and blue-grey eyes. He sure is easy on the eyes, but that's nothing compared to personality and morals.

"My name's Rosier. Evan Rosier," he continues. "Your parents look so powerful! Like mine." He flashes a charming grin.

I clear my throat but before I speak, I hear his parents talk. "Evan, get away from her. The (Y/N)'s aren't a good family." His mother bends to whisper in his ear.

For a second, I see a spark of irritation in his eyes before he turns to back to his egotistical front. "Of course, you must already know the Rosier family. Nothing to your kind, huh?"

He steps away, chin in the air. I can tell, deep down, he's not really that arrogant. It's so blatant. "Don't get in to too much trouble, we'll have your family's heads for it."

I don't react. Turning back to my parents who were chatting to someone else's, I forget all about Evan Rosier. If he wants to be a prat for Mommy and Daddy, I'll let him be.

As my mom ushers me to the train, she tells me she's so proud and that she'll write every week.

On the train itself, several little sparks are thrown around for the arriving Hogwarts students. I want to learn how to cast every single one of them.

A girl accidentally bumps into me. "Blair!" I embrace her, not recognizing her at first.

She squeals and hugs me back.

Blair is my cousin who is one year older than me, and in Slytherin. She is very protective over her loved ones and is the stereotypical Slytherin. Ambitious, protective, loyal, vicious. Okay, Slytherins don't have to be typically vicious. But Blair can be.

"I'll find us a compartment right away," she says, instead of properly greeting me. "Come."

While she leaves, I feel a tap on my shoulder and turn to see Evan. I continue to follow Blair, but he walks with me.

"Hey, sorry about that before," he says, his arrogance completely gone. As I predicted.

I scrunch my nose up at him. "Don't be sorry. You were only pleasing your Death Eater family."

"You think I have a choice?" He asks.

I turn to give him an odd glance. "It's okay. I don't care."

He grins. "I hope you're in Slytherin."

"What about you?" I tease. "If I'm in Slytherin I won't be around you with the Hufflepuffs."

"Very funny."

"I wasn't joking."

"Found one!" Blair announces and pulls me into the compartment.

I shut the door on Evan without saying goodbye.

Blair explodes into an animated, sort of one sided, conversation with me. I stare out the train, only barely listening. I can't wait for the Sorting Ceremony.

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Professor Minerva McGonagall, a fairly young Transfiguration teacher, sets the Sorting Hat on my head. It reaches past my eyes, allowing me to think.

You will be a very talented young witch, won't you? You will stop at nothing to receive your goal... A pure trait for a Slytherin, the Sorting Hat speaks.

What's this? You yearn for wisdom and to be known throughout the school for your cleverness and wit? I see an air of originality about you, yes, I can see it clearly.

"Ravenclaw!"

I saunter to the Ravenclaw table, who congratulate me, pretending not to notice Blair's huff of frustration. I turn to her and she says, "You would have been amazing in Slytherin!"

I raise an eyebrow. "The hat thinks differently."

After the Sorting ceremony, speech, and dinner, I am taken to the Ravenclaw common room. In wonder, I gaze at the room with its brilliant arched windows and midnight colored ceiling.

This is the definition of magic. My stay at Hogwarts will be as astounding as I thought.

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Published 5-19-20