You were a Gryffindor in your 5th year. You knew Slytherin's were cruel. You were friends with Harry, Ron and Hermione. well, Harry was your brother. If you four didn't know that, who did? You hadn't met one that wasn't cruel. Til today, I suppose.

you needed to meet your friends in the library. You promised them. Problem? You overslept. You walked quickly through the halls, rushing, gripping your books tightly. Til, you knocked into.. great, it was Slytherin's. How unfortunate. You fell onto the ground and they laughed "Watch where you're going, Potter" Draco snapped. The rest of his friends laughed. You recognized a few. Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Crabbe, Goyle. There was one you didn't know the name of, though. You saw him hanging around them, but you didn't know his name. You knew by his robes he was Slytherin though. They walked past you, stepping over you. Except for the unfamiliar one. The brown messy-haired boy kneeled down next to you "Are you alright?" Theo turned around "Lorenzo, let's go!"