I break into a run. I go through the wall, coming out where the Hogwarts express is conveniently waiting. I push my bags to unload them at the unloading bay. I hop onto the train, checking each compartment. I walk down the whole train, and see almost every compartment is full.
Except one, which just had one boy. I know this boy, it's Scorpius Malfoy. He's in my year, a Gryffindor too. The first ever Gryffindor malfoy. I walk into the compartment, smiling.
We've never spoken before, but he says "hello" cheerily enough.
"Hi Scorpius!" I smile, sitting opposite to him.
"Hey... You're the potter girl, aren't you?" He asks.
"Yes, my dad's Harry Potter. I'm Ariana hedwig potter. Named after Ariana Dumbledore and my dads old owl." I reply.
"No way! My dad doesn't like him..." He says, narrowing his eyes.
"Well, be like that! I'll leave then!" I say, looking affronted.
"No, don't! Just because dad doesn't like your dad, doesn't mean I can't like you!" He says, grabbing my arm.
"Okay then..." I say, sitting down.
"Nobody will sit with me because I'm Draco malfoy's son. I'm truly ashamed." He whimpers.
"Oh..." I whisper. "It's okay, scorp. Your parentage doesn't need to affect you."
"Thanks, Ari." He looks at me with tear-filled eyes. He leans forward and pulls me into a tight hug.
His hair is long and blonde like his dad's, but he has brown eyes, not grey like Draco's. He sobs into my shoulder for a while. Eventually, I sit up. He's no longer crying.
"I'm glad I'm a Gryffindor." He says
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Ariana potter ✔️ #Wattys2016
FanfictionAriana Hedwig Potter is the fourth child of Harry and Ginny potter. It is her third year at Hogwarts school, and she's struggled with years of annoying brothers, a bitchy sister and several very irritating slytherins. But Scorpius Malfoy is also in...
