playing games ✧ d.m

Chapter Three: Larghetto

"Hogwarts? But I don't want to go there, I like it here." She shook her head.

"Then you'll love it there!" He laughed.

(Y/n) squinted her eyes, observing Hagrid. She was about to use Occlumency, but she didn't want to make any trouble so instead she asked him, "Who sent you here?"

"Albus Dumbledore, Miss (L/n). He wanted me to pick you up since you didn't reply to the letters we sent you."

"I'm truly sorry for Dumbledore, Monsieur. "

She pointed her index finger to the door so he could leave. She looked at the time, her mates must be eating alredy so she quickly put on her uniform.

(Y/n) kind of felt bad for Dumbledore. She met him last year in the Tri-Wizard Tournament and she could tell that he was a good man. Deep inside she wanted to go to Hogwarts, but she didn't want to leave Beauxbaton's either...

When (Y/n) opened the door, she was expecting that Hagrid would be gone. But no. When she came out of the room, she immediately got shoved into sack in a not-too-gently manner.

"Hey! Let me go!" She yelled as she tried to break free.

"I'm really sorry, Ms. (L/n), but I must obey Dumbledore."

After endlessly struggling, she finally realized the there was no way she could get out of there. Hagrid then stopped walking and placed her on a vehicle. Was it a motorcycle? Probably. Inside the sack you couldn't see  anything, literally.

The engine roared and the (Y/n) could feel that the vehicle was flying.

(Y/n) could hear her headmistress, professors and mates yell at Hagrid but he just laughed mischievously. Madame Maxine dramatically cried and fainted.

***

The Great Hall was full, students were waiting impatiently for the dinner to be served.

Then the door opened, making the all the people snap their heads to the door. There stood Hagrid, holding (Y/n) forearm.

"Mr. Dumbledore, sir. I've got her." He said with a triumphant look.

Dumbledore then nodded and stood up, trying to get everyone's attention.

"Today is a special day. We get to welcome a new student (Y/n) (L/n), even though it's kind of late. Before we start serve dinner, we will sort her into her house. I invite you to welcome her into her new home —" He recited his speech but Umbridge cut him off.

"And Prefects, don't forget to guide her. That is your responsibility." She chirped.

Dumbledore glared at her and McGonagall motioned her to sit on a stool. Before she could go there, she straightened her uniform and held her head high and started walking.

Some wolf whistles and unnecessary comments were heard and she couldn't help but smile.

"Bloody hell, Harry!" Ron exclaimed.

"What now, Ron?"

"I think I've seen her last year, in the Tri-Wizard Tournament!" Harry just rolled his eyes and stared at (Y/n).

(Y/n) sat on the stool. She felt that a hat was being placed on her head. She preferred the Sorting Cloak there in Beauxbatons, but the hat wasn't that bad.

When Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on (Y/n) head, the Hat stayed silent. It didn't say anything.

"She's gonna be in Gryffindor for sure." Hermione stated. "Shut up, Mudblood. There's no way she's going to be placed in there." Malfoy sneered.

Students were impatiently waiting for her to get sorted in their house, until the Hat finally spoke up.

"Dear, you posses every house qualities. You're brave and loyal, yet sly and smart. I will let you choose the house you want, go on." The Sorting Hat whispered, only letting  (Y/n) to hear what it said.

"Wait... Place me in the house that will lead me to succes."

"Therefore... SLYTHERIN!"

The Slytherin table whistled, clapped and cheered, however the other student's face's fell. She made her way there and sat next to a chubby looking guy, who started to shove food in his mouth.

(Y/n) watched him eat, it was extremely amusing.

The chubby guy blushed when he saw (Y/n) grinning at him. She ate roast beef and also a piece of cake. The trip was very long, plus, she didn't ate breakfast. It was a trip from France to England in a flying motorcycle, for crying out loud!

She didn't speak to anyone yet, she was so busy tasting the delicious food. When she finished, she noticed that the students were leaving.

"Crabbe? Will you please tell me where the common room is?"

"H— how'd you know m— my name?" He stuttered.

"I heard it, silly!"

Crabbe just nodded and motioned her to follow him. Everything was going perfect until someone shoved Crabbe aside.

"Move over Crabbe, I'll lead her to the common room, as that is my responsibility as a Prefect." Some blonde haired boy said.

'Wait... Blonde?'