Painted in Sin

2

I was fiddling awkwardly outside Leadenhall Market in London, unaware of how to get in. I held my letter in my hand, re-checking the address for this so called 'Diagon Ally'. It appeared the entrane should be right in front of me, but instead I was looking at a bar called  'The Leaky Cauldron'. Ugh fuck my life, if this turns out to be a ruddy joke, i was FUCKED. I cannot emphasize more on that. 

I don't know what bloody ghost possessed me that i walked into the inn and approached the bartender. She eyed my attire and asked, "Yes, sweetie?"

"I- erm- I'm kinda lost... Do you- Do you know where Diagon Alley is, by any chance?" I fumbled. 

Her eyes widened in recognition. She asked me, concern lacing her voice, "Aren't you with anyone?"

I opened my mouth, but then shut it, knowing it would be way too complicated to explain it all. I simply sighed and shook my head.

The woman pointed my towards a brick wall and told me to me to tap a few specific bricks. I did so and the entire wall started folding in on itself. My eyes widened with awe and I mentally celebrated at the fact that this wasn't a hoax. Any reason to get away from my fucked up family.

I headed to a large building that resembled a bank. A tiny man tended to my questions and I was trying so hard not to burst out laughing at him. I mean, dwarfism is not that rare but these dudes were too many. He told me about the exchange currency of "Muggle" money into "Wizarding" currency. Apparently that douche of a father scored me a lot of pretty pennies. Like, literally. A whole bucket load.

I took out the letter again and read the list of items necessary. It said a wand, and obviously, that was first on my checklist. I headed to a shop named Ollivanders. It gave off a really comfy, homey, rustic vibe. I loved it. I pushed open the green framed door, the golden bell trilling softly as I set foot inside. I was awestruck at the haphazard beauty of the place. Craning my neck I saw piles and piles of slim, battered boxes.

"Well, hello dear! I'm assuming you came for a wand?"

No, I came for tap dancing lessons.

"Uh yes?"

He nodded and briskly walked into the back. He returned with a dark brown wand, crooked slightly at the tip.

"Go on, give it a swish!"

I swirled the wand, probably looking stupid. A bright red light shot from the tip just as someone entered the shop. Fortunately, it hit the frame, mere inches from the blond boy.

"Fuck! I am so sorry!" I immediately rushed to him, desparately apologizing.

"Get off me, mudblood." He scowled.

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. The boy had slicked back, white-blond hair, wore cloak-ey clothes and a rotten expression. My tendency to laugh in the most awkward situation was beginning to kick in. I bit my lip, forcing down a smile.

He noticed this and immediately snapped at me, "What, you think this is funny? You almost killed me, you filthy mudblood! My father will hear about this!"

"Well aren't you a little ray of sunshine."

He scowled even more, if that's possible, and left, shoving my shoulder on the way.

What a little bitch.
I'm gonna show that fucker his place one day.

I went back to Mr. Ollivander and he shook his head at the wand, handing me yet another one.

Thirty minutes and seventy wands later, I finally found one that was compatible with me. It was Oakwood, eleven inches with a Dragon Heartstring core.

I left the shop, looking for somewhere I could purchase books. I had been going round and round to no avail, until I bumped into a tall boy, chestnut brown hair and eyes that you could get lost into.

I realized I was staring and tore my gaze to the ground, my cheeks flushed.

"I'm sorry- uh I didn't see you there... Err what I mean is that I wasn't looking where I was going, and uh- fuck I'm making a fool of myself." I mentally face palmed at my stupidity.

The boy chuckled. Oh hell I could tape that laugh and listen to it on repeat.

Fuck y/n, pull yourself together!

"Don't worry about it, happens to the best of us. Oh, are you lost? I'm sorry, it's just that I saw you on this same street twice."

"Yes, I am fucking clueless about every fricking thing!"

He laughed again and I almost swooned.

STOP IT!

"First year then, I'm guessing?" He asked.

I nodded my head.

"Oh, I'm Cedric Diggory, by the way. Second year."

(Yes I know he was two years older than harry and the others, but for the sake of this fanfic, please bear with it)

"I'm Y/n Angelov. First year, apparently."

He shook my hand and tried out my name on his tongue.

"Y/n. Such a pretty name."

I blushed furiously and looked at my shoes, hoping that my hair was doing a good job of hiding my cheeks.

There was a moment of silence before he offered to help me out. I gladly pounced upon the offer, relieved that I'd finally get shit done.

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Cedric helped me get all of my stuff, I even bought a tawny brown owl. He explained to me the entire concept of the magical world, Hogwarts, and even how to get to platform 9 and 3/4.

We exited Diagon Alley and we're about to part when he turned around suddenly and asked, "I almost forgot to ask, where are you staying? If it's somewhere nearby, I'm sure my dad can drop you off."

Fuuuuuuckkk. I totally forgot that I had no bloody place to stay.

"Well, you see, I don't exactly have a place to go right now. I kinda ran away from home."

His eyes widened. I could see him debating internally what to do of my situation. Surely, sir Diggory couldn't leave a damsel in distress, could he?

"How 'bout you stay at my place till the you find somewhere?"

Holy fuck. I did NOT see that coming.

"I- uh... I don't know, I mean would your parents be okay with it?" I stuttered like a two headed idiot.

"Well, my dad is mostly at the Ministry and mum passed away when I was little. I don't think dad will have a problem."

"I cannot possibly impose-"

"It wouldn't be imposing! It gets really empty in the house, I'd love to have some company, to be honest."

He looked kinda sad at going home alone, and my heart slightly melted so I agreed. His eyes lit up and he gave me a lopsided grin.

Oh boy.