Chapter 1

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This was it, the day of truth. Today was the day all the Hogwarts letters would be sent out to their respectable owners. As a Raiden it was shameful for you not to get a letter, seeing as wizards and witches have been in our family for years. As I was getting ready for the day ahead I looked at myself and started worrying about the worst. That's a trait about me that isn't easy to hide.

"Y/N, come on down dear it will be here at any moment" I spun my head around faster than I could say 'coming' when I heard my mother calling for me. I took one more glance at myself in the mirror and touched my bouncy chocolate brown curls. As I headed down the stairs I prayed I wasn't the one child of the family who was a disappointment. As the richest wizarding family in all of London you were expected to be a wizard to gain the inheritance. The second I reached the bottom of the spiralled staircase, in walks my father with the mail pile. I went and sat down on the couch that was already occupied by my mother. I watched as my father quietly spoke to himself saying the names on the pieces of mail frantically searching for my name.

"Ah here we are, Y/N Raiden" he said which caused me to let out a breath that I hadn't noticed I was holding in. As he handed it to me I read my name in the writing I had seen my siblings get. Me being the youngest of 4 it was quite hard to imagine not making it in. I opened the letter reading only the first few words just so I would know I had made it in. I looked up at my parents who were waiting patiently for me to announce the news.

"Can we wait for Jayden, Cassie, and Julian" I asked knowing they would want to know. My mother looked at me and nodded. It seemed like a decade before my siblings got up and got ready for the day. Once they were finally up they all gathered in the living room anxiously awaiting the final consensus on if I got into Hogwarts or not. I decided to pull a fast one on them to make them think I didn't get in like I saw done on television so many times.

"Dear Y/N, we regret to inform you..." I began without looking up from the paper knowing my family had disappointed looks on their faces.

"Oh Y/N I'm so sorry" my sister Cassie started. I didn't acknowledge her condolences because I had yet to finish reading the rest of the sentence to them.

"... that you have made it into Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry." I finished looking up as my families faces turned from disdain to what one would recognize as excitement. They all ran to give me one big group hug before we all went our separate ways. I had went back upstairs to my room so I could write to the Malfoy boy to let him know of my good news. My mother and father both went to their busy jobs at the ministry and my siblings were packing seeing as we were leaving in a few days.

Dear Draco,
I did it. Well I mean it was kinda obvious I was going to make it in but we both knew how nerve wracking the wait was for me. Why don't you come over for dinner tonight and you can bring your parents. We should all celebrate together. How was your summer? Did you make it in too? I hope you can write back as soon as possible so I can tell mother and father to put out extra plates and I will make my famous chocolate cake. We all know how much you love it. Hope all is well at Malfoy Manor.

Talk soon,
Y/N Raiden

I called for our family owl, hardy, and told it to send my letter straight to Malfoy Manor and wait until Draco responded to come back. Draco has been my best friend since we were born. Our families knew each other and had always stuck us together when we all met up. I think our parents secretly hoped we would get together. As an 11 year old it's really hard to imagine being in a relationship with anyone but it's coming to dawn on me that my teenage years are coming fast and who knows what could happen between me and Draco. As I started to read my books that mother and father had bought me to keep me occupied hardy had come back with a letter attached to his foot.

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