Chapter 1 - The sorting ceremony

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*In this story Narcissa and Bellatrix aren't related*

(It's your first day in Hogwarts and you don't know anyone there)

Professor McGonagall: When i call your name, you will come up and I will put the sorting hat on your head. Hermione Granger!

Hermione walks up shaking

Sorting hat: Gryffindor!

Professor McGonagall: Draco Malfoy!

Draco walks up confidently

Sorting hat: Slytherin!

Professor McGonagall: Y/N Riddle

There are a few frightened screams as you walk up to the hat. You are a bit scared at the thought that this hat could decide your entire future. What if you weren't in Slytherin? Would your father kill you or would your mother simply torture you? You sit down, your hands shaking. There is silence. Then the hat speaks

Sorting hat: Well, well, well - what have we here? A fear of your family, pure ambition, cleverness and loyal oh so very loyal. This is a hard one. But your place is - Slytherin!

You let out a sigh of relief and you go join the Slytherin table, which is erupting in cheers. You sit next to Draco.

Professor McGonagall: Harry Potter!

There is a murmur in the croud as Harry takes his place on the stool

Sorting hat: (after a long pause) Gryffindor!

Professor McGonagall: Ron Weasley!

Ron looks at Harry then sits on the stool

Sorting hat: Gryffindor!

Once the sorting ceremony is over, the plates fill up with various different foods but you can't focus you're too occupied by the name of the boy sitting next to you.

You: Malfoy - I must have heard that name somewhere

Draco: Yeah you must have. (He smirks) Our moms used to be best friends

You: Oh that's right. So your the child that's not to be trusted?

Draco: According to your mum maybe but according to my mum i can't talk to you

You: So then why are you?

Draco: Well I dont think you should be judged by your mum

You: Thanks?

Draco: But, to be clear, I still don't know if I trust you or even like you

You: Let me prove myself

Draco: Why?

You: Well I need a friend here. Why not you?

Draco: Ok but not a word of this to our mums

You: Deal

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