You and Draco don’t know each other. Draco is a pure-blood, a rich pure-blood. He isn’t exactly a gentleman, but he can be a bit sort of nice to women; at least he doesn’t lust or check them out. Draco is 12 years old.
Your name is Mia. You’re a rich pure-blood too, and you’re 12 just like Draco, but your best friend is Harry Potter — the Boy Who Lived — even though he’s a half-blood. (You can choose your own origin and looks, and change anything you’d like.)
You and Harry received your letters from the wizarding school Hogwarts. Your parents immediately began planning everything, while Harry’s aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon Dursley — his legal guardians — insisted he would not go. They said they wanted no magic in their home, ever since Harry’s mom Lily and dad James Potter died because they were wizards. Voldemort killed them when Harry was a baby.
After many letters arrived — none of which they opened — Hagrid, the Keeper of Keys and Grounds, came to collect Harry. Petunia and Vernon absolutely refused, but Hagrid used magic on them, so they reluctantly let Harry go.
Harry picked out his own owl, Hedwig, a snowy white owl. After getting his wand and everything else, they went to the train station.
As Harry went through the wall, he met Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, and Fred and George Weasley — the twins. They all sat together while you sat somewhere alone. You and Harry are best friends but complete opposites. He acts differently than you; he’s not mean at all.
After arriving at Hogwarts, it was time to sort everyone into their houses. The houses were Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, Gryffindor, and Slytherin — Slytherin being the most powerful one. Fred and George were already in their 3rd year and were Gryffindors. Hermione, Ron, and Harry were sorted into Gryffindor too.
Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter’s biggest rival, was placed into Slytherin along with his friends: Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, and Pansy Parkinson.
It was your turn now — you were sorted into Slytherin. Harry and his friends froze; they never thought a girl like you, even though you are a pure-blood, would end up there. Draco cockily smirked at Harry.
You sat down at the table with the other first-year Slytherins like Draco and his friends.
“Ha, I bet Potter is crying to his aunt. There goes his best friend — she’s so pretty — and then you have, well, him. I bet she’s ten times better than Potter-boy.”
Draco said. His friends looked at each other as if saying, This dude is acting weird about her.