Destinia: First Year at Hogwarts

Chapter 1: The Book

Hello everyone, this is my first story here, on Wattpad, and I'm not exactly sure how everything works yet. If there are mistakes in the posting of this story, feel free to tell me or help with what you want and can. Nothing coming from the original HP series belongs to me, all those belong to JK Rowling, I only made the story.
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Finally, Hogwarts! Draco breathed in the cold air of the night as the boats drifted towards Hogwarts. 1 September 1991, Draco's first day at Hogwarts, school of Witchcraft and Wizardry!

     His father had told him all about it, prepared him for everything. So, it didn't surprise him at all as the ghosts came floating in, nor as the Sorting Hat began to sing. He thought it quite nice most didn't; he felt superior to them.

     That evening, Draco was about to fall asleep after a long day as a strange silvery bird appeared next to his bed. He sat up in shock, not having seen it coming in. It seemed to be a Phoenix.

     "Come to my office tonight," the Phoenix said in a voice Draco recognized as Albus Dumbledore's, his Headmaster. The Phoenix vanished.

     Draco sleepily got dressed and made his way out of his dormitory into the common room. He was glad to see it deserted. Quietly, not to wake anyone, he crossed the room and left. He walked for a good five minutes until he remembered he had no idea where his Headmaster's office was. Just as he wanted to turn around and go back to the Slytherin common room, he heard a voice coming from his right.

     "Ah, a student out of bed. I see..." Filch, the caretaker, said, "A new face... A first year Slytherin? Let's see what Professor Snape says of this..."

     Thinking this was his only change, Draco asked, desperately trying to avoid his Head of House knowing about this: "Can't you bring me to the Headmaster instead?"

     Filch laughed. "Not afraid of a good punishment. I see! Good then, follow me, boy!"

     Filch seemed quite happy the whole way towards his Headmaster's office. Draco guessed he must think he would get badly punished, Draco hoped not. While walking, he tried his best to recognize the way they were going.

     They stopped at a stone statue of a gargoyle at the dead-end of a corridor. Filch gave the gargoyle the password and Draco followed him up a staircase, to come to a halt in front of a door. The caretaker knocked and an old voice sounded from behind it, the same in which the Phoenix had spoken.

     "Enter."

     They entered and Filch said enthusiastically, "There was a student out of bed, sir! This boy here." He pushed Draco forward.

     "Thank you, Argus, but I asked him to come here. I'm glad you brought him, you can leave now," Dumbledore said calmly, smiling.

     Draco sighed internally, he was not getting punished. Filch had kind of the opposite reaction, though, he left the room angry, muttering under his breath something about students being out of bed.

     Dumbledore smiled down at Draco, who shifted awkwardly.

     "You wanted to see me, sir?" he started nervously.