Hogwarts is my Home

Yr 1- the start of it all

"Farewell father," you said as your father gave you a slight smile- more than you expected, but less than what you longed for. You hugged your mother, her small frame fragile under yours.

"Do well, y/n." Your father said, "and don't forget to bring pride to the Yazar line."

You nodded, giving a last wave to the both of your parents, as you entered the train, the doors sliding shut behind you.

As prestigious your family was, you knew no one on this train. You let out a sigh at the cluster of laughing students, lucky them. A girl nudged you from behind, pushing you forward, into a blond boy.

You looked up at him, cold grey eyes locking in with your own. You stepped back, dusting yourself off, "I- I'm sorry. She," you turned back to point at the girl, but she was already gone.

"Do you mind not ruining my robes, you-" the boy hissed out, "you filthy muggle. I did not come to this school to be surrounded with people like you."

"I didn't mean to do anything," you said, sighing, first day and you've already made a mess of yourself- great job , "and to be fair, I'm probably the farthest thing from a muggle."

"You. A pure blood? Sure." The boy let out a laugh, "if you're a pure blood then the next thing I'll hear is that a human can fly."

"I definitely am," you nodded, "and anyways, I think you've made a mistake in your analogy. There are humans that can theoretically fly. There's even a sport made from that, Quidditch, which I assume you have heard of, right?"

A scarlet tinge spread from the boy's ears onto his face as you let out a little laugh. "Id recommend you to sit down considering we'll be going full speed soon." You smiled, "I'll be off now."

You stepped passed the boy, rushing into the first compartment possible, if glares could kill, you'd be dead already- but luckily that wasn't the case. You opened the door to two boys, one red haired, the other raven black.

"Can- I mean, is it okay if I sit here with you guys?" You hesitated, "I don't really have anywhere else to sit."

The one in the messy black hair nodded, pushing his glasses up, "Oh, yeah, go ahead."

"Thank you so much," you smiled, sitting besides the red haired boy. "Do you want me to fix your glasses?" You motioned at the broken glasses of the black haired boy. 

"Thank you," the boy let out a grateful smile as he looked at his freshly fixed glasses, accidentally pulling a strand of hair away from his forehead, exposing a lighting-shaped scar.

A gasp escaped you, "wait, are you Harry Potter?"

The boy nodded.

"Wow. I'm in a compartment with the Harry Potter. Wow." You said, shaking your head in amazement. Harry Potter was in your class! "I'm Yazar, y/n Yazar."

"Yazar?" The second boy said, his eyes wide with bewilderment.

"Yes. That's my surname. Is there a problem?"

The red haired boy shook his head, "So are you related to-"

"Yeah, I suppose I am. It's not that big of a deal though, I bet there's a lot of people like that here." You said, "and who are you?"

"Oh I'm Ron." The boy said, immediately adding, "Ron Weasley." A dark red blush spread onto his cheeks as he continued, "You probably don't know who I am, though; we're not like you."

"Ah Weasley. I've heard that name somewhere, I think, but I've never really paid much attention to names." You said, "anyways, I hope we all do well in Hogwarts. Do you know what house you want to get into?"

"Houses?" The raven haired boy- Harry- asked.

"There's-" You and Ron began at the same time, the boy motioning you to continue.

"Well, there's four houses at Hogwarts, specifically Slytherin, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Hufflepuff." you said, "Each of the houses stand for certain values, and such. For example, Gryffindor stands for courage and chivalry. Hufflepuff for loyalty and hard work. Ravenclaw for wisdom and intelligence. Slytherin for ambition and resourcefulness, but a lot of Slytherins have ended up on the wrong side, though."

"Yeah. My dad said any house is better than Slytherin, you-know-who went there. Imagine if they put me in there," Ron shook his head, adding. "All my brothers have gone to Gryffindor so if I don't go there..."

"Oh. Then hopefully I don't get Slytherin." Harry said. "What about you, y/n."

"My dad's a Slytherin and my mom's a Ravenclaw, so they want me to get sorted into one of those." You said. "But I-"

"Your dad is a Slytherin?" Ron bewilderment written across his face. You nodded. "Oh wow." He said, awkward silence overtaking the compartment.

You jumped as the door abruptly slid open, a girl with big bushy brown hair and brown eyes peering into the compartment. "Did anyone see a toad? A boy over there has lost his toad."

The three of you shook your heads, "No, sorry."

"Oh okay." The girl shut the door, only for it to be open again, looking at the two boys. "You two should probably change into robes. We should be approaching the castle soon." The girl shut the door behind her, stepping inside. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Of course," you motioned at the open seat next to Harry, letting a small scoff out as you heard a no escaping Ron besides you.

"I'm Hermione Granger," the girl stuck her hand out, "and you are?"

"Ron. Ron Weasley." The boy besides you muttered.

"I'm Yazar, Y/n Yazar, nice to meet you." 

"Are you related to Mehmet Yazar?" Hermione asked, "I read about him in the History of Magic."

You nodded, "Yep, I sure am."

"That's fascinating. He must be your grandfather, then? He did so much for the wizard world. And, wait, are you the Harry Potter?" The girl turned to the boy besides her. He nodded, lifting up his hair.

"I've heard so much about you! You're the boy who lived, your the one who-" Hermione exclaimed.

You slowly drifted into your thoughts, the talk in the compartment quickly dissolving into nothingness.


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"I heard they're going to test us on what we know."
"Fred said it hurts a lot"
"No wasn't it-"

The clamors of other first years surrounded you as you let out a small laugh at their obliviousness, your father had already told you exactly how this was to be.

The tall, black-haired witch in emerald-green robes halted within a small chamber, the clamors of other students echoing from outside, "The Sorting Ceremony will take place in a few minutes in front of the rest of the school. I suggest you all smarten yourselves up as much as you can while waiting." Her eyes lingered behind you, as you turned to see a rumpled boy fumbling with his cloak.

The sound of the woman's footsteps echoing as she left the chamber initiated the start of the chatter once more.

"Is it true?" The voice of a boy rang above the others. You turned to see the same blond boy that you had stumbled paths with in the train, "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"

"Yes," said Harry.

You watched as the boy, Harry, glanced at the two thickset, bodyguard-like boys standing behind the blond boy.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and this is Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

A slight cough escaped from the boy besides you. You rolled your eyes, Ron could not have made that any more clearer, couldn't he?

Draco Malfoy looked at him. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe... you must be a Weasley."

You watched as the boy turned his attention back to Harry, "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."

The boy stuck his hand out to shake Harry's, but the other boy did not take it. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks."

You let out a scoff, immediately regretting it as the boy - Draco- turned to face you. "And if it isn't that wannabe pure blood. Who do you think you are, laughing at me."

You let out a sigh, wishing you had stayed silent. "I suppose I'm the wannabe pure blood, aren't I? Y/n Yazar, the wannabe pureblood, as you said."

"Yazar?" The boy said, a pink tinge gracing his pale cheeks. "Like Mehmet Yazar?"

"Yes. Yah- zahr." You pronounced the name once again, the corners of your mouth tilting in satisfaction at the boy's face.

The boy stood there dumbfounded, but the doors opened once more- Professor McGonagall had returned.