"Goodbye mom. Goodbye dad."
"Goodbye my sweet girl. Please make us proud." My mom says.
"Of course she will. She's a Archebault!" My dad says with his arms in the air.
I start to giggle and hug them one last time. "I love you guys so much."
"As we love you my dear." My mom says.
"We will write you every week. Now hurry along or you might miss your train." My dad says.
I turn around and get on the train. I walk for a bit until I find an empty compartment. I sit down and start to draw, but soon someone comes and sits with me.
"Can I come in here? I really don't want to sit with my brothers on my first day!" The boy with red hair and a thick accent says.
"Of course." I motion for him to sit. I put my hand out for him to shake. "I'm Y/N. Y/N Archebault."
"Ron. Ron Weasley." He shakes my hand and soon another boy comes to our door.
"Com on in. We don't bite." Ron says to the boy with dark hair and glasses.
"Thanks." The boys says and sits next to me.
"I'm Ron Weasley."
"And I'm Y/N Archebault."
He smiles and looks at each of us. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter."
Ron and I's faces fall.
"You're THE Harry Potter?" Ron asks.
"As on 'the boy who lived'?" I ask.
"I suppose. Yes." He says smiling again. But he looks somewhat confused.
But before we can start asking him questions, a girl with curly hair comes into our compartment. And we soon all start have conversations over who we are and about Harry.
We quickly arrive to Hogwarts and walk into the castle.
I see a flash of platinum blonde hair, that I've seen so many times before and quickly run to him.
"Draco!" I yell and he turns around in time for me to hug him.
"Finally Y/N. I thought you didn't get on the train when I couldn't find you!" He says spinning me around before setting me back on the granite flooring.
"Sorry. I made friends. They're very nice!"
Draco was about to speak but Harry speaks first. "Y/N are you coming?"
I smile and wave to Harry and say goodbye to Draco and walk over to my three new friends.
But once I'm over there Draco comes over, but this time not wearing a smile. I knew he was about to act more like a Malfoy than a regular person.
"So it's true? Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." Draco says. "I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Draco reaches his hand out for Harry to shake. "I have a feeling we could be good friends. You wouldn't want to be friends with the wrong sort." Draco says looking at Hermione and Ron.
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself." Harry says and doesn't shake Draco's hand.
Draco is about to say something else when an older woman takes us into the grand hall.
It's beautiful, but soon we are all at the front. Before us is a a table of professors and a chair with an old hat on it.
The woman explains the hat and what it does for us and then she starts calling out names.
I'm the first called and I go to be sorted. My friends all smile to me, including Draco.
"Young Archebault. None of your family has gone to Hogwarts before. They are all descendants of Ilvermorny. But I see you will do well here. You are very strong, and smart. But also very caring. But who have a need to succeed, though you are cunning in your ways of success sometimes. You will do very well in any house. But I only see one for you....SLYTHERIN!" The hat yells loudly.
Draco claps very loud and the slytherin table erupts in cheers.
Hermione is sorted into Gruffindor, which upset me slightly. But soon Draco was sorted into slytherin and he ran over to sit by me. "We're in the same house!" I say.
Eventually Harry and Ron are called and are sorted into Gruffindor as well. They smile and wave over to me and I do the same.
I think back to my first day at Hogwarts. It feels so long ago. I'm in my 6th year already. My friends ships have grown stronger and some have faded. But I wouldn't change a thing about my experience here so far.
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The Task to Kill
Short StoryY/N Archebault has always grown up knowing the malfoys. Her parents were close due to their alignment with the dark lord. But she never bothered to much with what her family did. She didn't really care who won, Voldemort or the boy who lived. She ju...
