The soft glow of sunlight hits your face as the sound of the train departing echoes—you watch from the windows as your fellow witches and wizards say their farewells to their parents.

As you fiddle with your ring—a black metallic one with the initials “D.L.M.” written in bold gold fonts in the back. You feel your emotions mix; was it anxiety? — the uneasy feeling left you to put your rings on your finger back and forth.

The train finally departs—after a while. As we arrived at Hogwarts, the 1st-year students were already getting sorted. I sat down on the nearest seat at the Slytherin's table—the long table had a very fair amount of exquisite foods. I could feel my mouth getting watery until my thoughts were interrupted by a boy who had platinum blond hair. “You’re the transferee, right? I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. And you are? ” He spoke—his voice stern yet soft. You smile at him before speaking. “Winter, you look oddly familiar. Have we met before? ”

You question him; he shakes his head in response. After a while he excused himself to go with his friends—after eating a wonderful meal, you go back to your dorm to end the day.

It has been a month or so in Hogwarts—Malfoy was a bully. You found out by the gossips going around—his specific target was Harry Potter. You were in class when an accident occurred with Potter and Malfoy after Harry used the Sectumsempra curse on Malfoy during a lesson with Professor Snape in the Potions classroom. Sadly, you were assigned to go with him to the Hospital Wing—you were checking his wounds when he noticed your ring, “Winter... Did you grow up somewhere near Wiltshire? ” That’s when you realized—he was the boy who you used to play with every morning when you were a child.