Crossed Fates (DracoxReader ff)

t h e t h i n g

I can't believe it. I am not at the hospital right know, but how-
"Excuse me dear. Are you new? I know it's scary but as soon as you are going to be there, it will be amazing. Trust me." The mother of the ginger haired family I saw at the actual track asked gently.

"I- I am okay thanks, but why is this track called 9 3/4 ? How is that even possible?" I stuttered.
"Oh dear you are really new! Firstly, my name is Molly Weasley, nice to meet you. And it's called like that because you are going to Hogwarts, the best school for young wizards
and witches just like you. Everything is possible with a hint of magic." She chuckled while winking at me.

Bloody hell magic? Wizards? Witches? Is this a joke? I- I need to calm down. What if these people figure out that I am not like them? What are they going to do then?

"Sure, uhm- I am Y/n Smith nice to meet you too Mrs. Weasley." I introduced myself friendly.
"Oh please just call me Molly, these are my children: Ginny, Percy, Fred, George and Ron".

Woah that woman got a lot children. "Hi." I said embarrassed.
"If you need any help in Hogwarts they will help you. I know it's difficult to try new things but you will see it'll only get better." she whispered.

"Thank you Mrs.- Molly."

"And now go or you guys will miss your train". She ordered while pushing us tightly into the train.

Oh my god. I have to go to this weird school and can't get out of this situation. I am freaking out. What am I supposed to do now? I just don't get it. How is it possible that I am the only person who saw Molly and her family at the track? How were I able to see that they were walking through that wall? Shouldn't that be kept as some kind of secret or something?

I ran to an empty compartment and locked the door. Alright, I have to keep a cool mind in there. Surely there will be a train which goes back to kings cross, right? I just hope the ride won't take that long and I can get another train to drive back to my brother. He must be freaking out. God, I hate my life.

"Hey! Get out of my compartment you filthy little mudblood!" a platin haired boy screamed aggressively before putting out a stick and saying the words

"Alohomora."

The door just magically opened at his words. How the fuck did he do this? Oh my god. What's is going on? Besides why is he being so mean? Be calm Y/n. Just don't let them know you're not like them. Be confident.

"Maybe if you ask a little more polite, blondie" I said provocative.

"Oh really witty. The new girl doesn't know with who she's talking with. Maybe you just leave me alone and I will not ruin your time at Hogwarts" he threatened me as he held his magical stick right at my face.

"Put that thing down or I'll break it, you idiot." I screamed. "You are allowed to sit with me but I am not going anywhere!" He sat down and I gazed at him. His hair was straight and blonde. He got these silver blueish eyes. They are beautiful. I could go lost in his eyes. It's like I am looking right into an ocean full of silver. He wears this weird robe with a green logo on the left side. He is pretty good looking but I don't like the way he treats strangers. He's a jerk.

"Do you like what you see? I mean . . . I know that I look good but you are not exactly my type. Anyways, you are new which means you'll get sorted into a house. Do you think you're a Slytherin?" he asked with a devilish smirk.

I wanted to sink into the ground. I felt how the heat is getting into my face and looked to the ground. And what is he talking about, what kind of house?

"I get my own house? What kind of school is that? And why are the houses called Slytherin?" I asked in embarrassment. "You've got to be kidding me. Your parents sent you to the best school in this wizarding world and they didn't even attempt to tell you about the Hogwarts houses? What are you?" He laughed sarcastically. "a muggle?"

A muggle? What the hell is a muggle? Is that an insult? Am I supposed to be hurt now?
This must be some kind of a joke in this world. I can't ask so many questions or he will know that I am just a normal person. "Of course, that's why I'm here. I was just kidding. I am definitly going to be a slytherin." I joked in hope he would believe me. He doesn't look like a nice guy. "I'm beginning to like you." He stopped in his sentence and a smile crossed his face. "Sorry for being impolite. I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

"I am Y/n Smith, I would say it is nice to meet you aswell but you were being mean. But . . . you are lucky today. I forgive you. I just hope you aren't always that mean." I chuckled back. "By the way Draco what time is it?" I asked polite.

"I don't know do I look like a clock, Smith?" He asked as he tilted his head a bit to the side and smiled at me. Wait, is he flirting with me? Ugh I hate these kind of boys. They just want to make out and throw you away afterwards.
"I don't know, do you? I'll go look for a clock, Malfoy." I chuckled back.

I took my bag and left the compartment. I walked through the train and didn't know what to do now. A warm tear made it's way down to my cheek. I stopped as I saw Mrs. Weasley's son in another compartment. I think his name was Ron but I'm not sure anymore. There are two other students and a man who sleeps. I'm scared of getting in but what other choice do I have. The toilet? Ugh gross!

After two minutes of intense overthinking I finally knocked. They looked at me and Ron smiled and winked me in. He was kind and not like mister Malfoy in the other compartment. I opened the door and got in.

"Hey Y/n. You wanna sit with us?" Ron asked calmly. "Just wanted to ask. Thanks Ron." I answered and he smiled at me.

Alright, now I'm sure his name is Ron. Luckily. This could have gone embarrassing for me. The girl and the boy next to Ron looked at me all confused. All of them are also wearing this weird robe. Must be the dress code. Shit. What am I going to do now? I don't have one.

"Where's your robe?" The girl asked pretty directly. She's got pretty ash blonde curly hair and beautiful gold- brown eyes. "Oh, ehm-" I stuttered. "I don't have one."

"Why don't you have a robe, it's a duty!" She asked flustered.

"Hermione stop you are scaring her off. She's new and this isn't an interrogation. Let her breathe." Ron ordered. I thanked him with a smile.

The boy besides him coughed, trying to get my attention. "Besides I am Harry and this is Hermione, nice to meet you". He has dark hair and green eyes with round glasses on his nose. He got a pretty remarkable scar on his forehead but I don't want to ask why. Maybe he doesn't like to talk about it. I don't want him to be uncomfortable just because of my curiosity.

I wanted to answer but as I opened my mouth I felt the entire train getting ice cold and all the happiness and joy was gone. I looked at Ron, Harry and Hermione and they also looked scared. I think this probably shouldn't be happening right now. Suddenly the lights in the compartment and the corridor got cut off. Okay, now I am scared but I am surely just overreacting. This is probably just a power outage.

"Don't worry. Probably just a mistake in the system" Hermione said quietly while looking into my worried face. But she wasn't right. The windows began to freeze and suddenly a black thing found it's way to our compartment. What the hell is this thing? I am going to die in a train, won't I? God I am getting crazy. But I am only fourteen. This is all my fault . I shouldn't have run through that stupid wall.

The black thing looked like an old broken veil but in a really creepy way. I've never seen something like that before.

The thing opened the door to our compartment and slowly walked into my direction. I just stood there. I couldn't move. It's like I'm paralyzed. My breathing went heavily and I thought my heart will fall out of my chest. The thing stood right in front of me and started to suck my soul in. It felt like my soul wants to find the way out of me. All happiness and joy were gone there were just me and this awful thing sucking my soul out of my body. It will kill me.

I heard a scream. The scream of a woman. I heard the pain in her voice. No. I'm even able to feel the pain. Just pain nothing else. All I can feel is pain and fear. The scream hurt my ears. It was like I know the sound of that painful voice more than I know myself. Like I heard it a long time ago. I just
couldn't stop the silent tears from rolling down onto the steady ground.

The last thing I saw was a bright light and then all I saw was just black and the scream was finally gone.