" You're not a Slytherin! So nice and not evil! You don't deserve to be a Slytherin even!" Pansy Parkinson kicked me in the stomach "Yeah! You filthy blood traitor!" Millicent shouted and kicked my stomach twice. They left me, alone in the dark. My parents... Nobody will ever understand me.
At Hogwarts, there is a boy that everyone knows of. A boy with a heart of ice, hair like snowflakes, piercing gray eyes and perfume that smells exactly like winter. And winter just so happens to be Y/N's favorite season.
Dan Howell is a curious Muggleborn who doesn't know the first thing about magic. On the train ride to Hogwarts, he meets a raven-haired, blue-eyed boy who soon becomes his best friend. *** Also on ao3.
"Answer my question," the mystery man growled but I simply continued to ignore him. Following where the powerful presence was coming from, I stopped when he was right in front of me. Reaching out, I felt my hand touch a prickly cheek. What I wasn't expecting was the sudden explosion of colors and electricity zip throu...