(A/N: This chapter is stupidly long. Like almost 3,000 words long. I honestly didn't mean for it to be this long it just uhh, it just happened.)
(Y/N) stood alone at the station. Her mother was far too 'busy' to come with her; she'd insisted that she wanted to, but (Y/N) wasn't convinced. Instead, she stood alone (if you didn't count Amorita), as her (H/C) hair blew around gently in the wind. She made a point of getting onto the train by herself as soon as it arrived; she didn't want to accidentally bump into the Malfoy family. Instead, she curled up by the window in one of the carriages, Amorita in her lap and a book in her hands. Soon enough, her precious pet fell asleep, and she felt herself getting sleepy, slowly sung to sleep by the words on the page; she was reading about Kneazles, trying to work out if there was a way she could get Amorita to be nicer. She closed her book with a sigh as she cemented information she already knew. It was in a Kneazle's nature to attack suspicious people; even if Amorita's idea of a 'suspicious person' was a platinum blonde haired daddy's boy, (Y/N) wasn't going to force her to change her very self. The sound of students piling onto the train finally hit her ears, and she continued to read to make herself seem unavailable; Amorita, on the other hand, was up and hissing near the door, very much on guard. (Y/N) prayed that no one would open the door and, luckily, no-one did for a lot of the ride. Until around halfway, at least, when a girl with the most simultaneously untidy yet somehow still pretty head of hair ducked in, asking (Y/N) rather shortly, ''Have you seen a toad around here? Neville's lost his.'' (Y/N) ducked further into her book, shaking her head profusely; her eyes were on Amorita, whom she was waiting to catch when she inevitably attacked this girl. The girl looked confusedly at (Y/N), and then looked down; Amorita...Amorita had taken a liking to this girl! ''Amorita, dear, please! She might be allergic to fur, or...'' (Y/N) cut her rambling off. The girl smiled gently down at Amorita, and then at (Y/N). ''I personally think she's quite charming,'' she said, ''I'm Hermione Granger. And you are?'' (Y/N) came out from behind her book and replied, ''(Y/N) Silverlie. Pleased to meet you...and so's Amorita!'' The two laughed lightly, and then Hermione continued on, trying to find this toad. Amorita actually began to pine at the door after Hermione closed it, eventually slinking over to sulk in (Y/N)'s lap. The young witch was busy scribbling down a note;
''She appears to have an aversion to pureblooded magical folk, but if today was any example, she adores Muggleborns!''
She smiled to herself and continued to read her book; she was sure she saw a flash of blonde pass her window a couple of times, but she ignored it. If she acknowledged it, she'd get called a stalker; that, or picked on. But she kind of wanted to at least peek out...and then the train stopped. (Y/N) jumped out of her skin, Amorita almost hit the ceiling, and her book went flying. She managed to grab it and shove it into her case, and she took a moment to adjust her blank robes before heading out of the carriage. She kept her head down to the point where it was almost laying on Amorita, but that's what gave her away.
''Hey, look, it's the weird creature girl!''
(Y/N) sighed to herself, internally preparing herself for the worst. She tried to move as hastily as she could, but harsh calls came flooding her way. ''She even brought that walking rug to school with her!'', ''It smells nearly as bad as she does!'', ''I bet that thing's her only friend!'' (Y/N) tried to keep herself calm, and almost fell. When she looked up, a kind hand was reaching out to her. Amorita immediately recognised it and appeared to urge for (Y/N) to step into the boat; so she did, and then she realised it was Hermione. She sighed in relief, whispering to her unlikely heroine, ''Thank you ever so much, Miss Granger!'' Hermione shook her head, ''It was no problem.'' The rest of the trip was silent, except for the chorus of gasps as the castle came into view. When they got to the shore, Amorita began to huddle closer into (Y/N). That was usually a sign of danger. (Y/N) quickened her pace, hastily saying she hoped she'd see Hermione in the year, and made it to the front of the line. There, she was closer to the teachers and much less prone to attack. She sighed in relief, now focusing her gaze on the castle; it truly was beautiful. But as she admired the place that would soon become her home, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched; specifically by an owl who was far from a cage. (Y/N) glared at the elegant looking creature, and it flew over the students in complete silence, true to its apparently spy-like nature. ''A Great Horned Owl...'' (Y/N) mumbled to herself, ''It can't be cheap to have one of those here. I wonder how much she set her owner back...'' Her thoughts were cut off by her realisation that she'd managed to completely ignore her surroundings long enough for her to end up on the Great Hall's steps. She cuddled Amorita closer, mumbling absentmindedly, ''let's hope for the best.'' (Y/N), being the very daydream prone girl she was, found herself ignoring the spiel about the Sorting Ceremony (her mother had told her reams about this already anyway), and letting her mind wander back to the owl. She hadn't seen it about the person of any first year, which meant it belonged to an older student...or a teacher, perhaps? Of course, there was always the chance that it was in fact a student itself...
''You're supposed to go through the doors, dear...''
A completely disembodied voice brought her back to reality, and she was met with dirty looks from students and teachers alike when she entered, hastily joining the end of the line. A soft giggle followed this; (Y/N) would have been scared, had she not been around strange, magical things forever. Instead, she found herself getting annoyed; especially as the line appeared to be taking forever to go down. She stood there and internally sighed as Hermione, the only girl who was nice to her, was sorted into Gryffindor; (Y/N) was scared to move her mother's shoes, never mind risk her life for someone...she was definitely not going to be with Hermione. She watched as the table erupted into cheers as Harry Potter himself was sorted into Gryffindor; (Y/N) was beginning to see why her parents disliked them. They never seemed to be quiet! As the names continued to be called, and (Y/N)'s boredom continued to grow; as she expected, Draco was sorted into Slytherin. ''Merlin, I hope I'm not going to be a...'' she laughed to herself, ''No, if I say it, it'll happen.''. (Y/N) continued to stand in silence, Amorita beginning to writhe around out of boredom, and then the call finally came;
''Silverlie, (Y/N)?''
With a gulp, (Y/N) stepped up to the hat, shivering ever so slightly as it was placed on her head.
''Ah, the Silverlie child...so very different from your mother...but perhaps a little like your father, hmm? I see a great love for everything but your peers...a thirst to achieve your ends...''
(Y/N) let her head drop a little as she listened to the spiel. A single word had already told her where she was going to be sorted.
''It's clear to me where you belong!''
(Y/N) sighed, and mumbled under her breath along with the hat, ''Slytherin!''
(Y/N) trailed a little sadly over; most Slytherins her age knew that she was, well, far from likeable. And one asshole of a blonde was sure to make his opinion heard. ''I don't want to be anywhere near the animal and her crazed furball!'' (Y/N) looked down in despair; it had just hit her that she would have to deal with Malfoy's bullshit day and night now. How lovely. ''Has she forgotten how to speak like a person?'' he exclaimed, ''Would you prefer it if I told you to leave in cat noises?'' (Y/N) rolled her eyes, trying desperately to ignore the dirty looks she was getting as well as Malfoy's comments. ''Try and ignore him, dear,'' whispered the same voice from earlier, ''I promise you'll be fine as long as you work hard and keep your head down.'' (Y/N) was still confused by the voice, so she replied quietly, ''Uh, thank you, I guess?'' Of course, Malfoy heard this, and immediately said; ''It can't understand you, you know, Silverlie!'' (Y/N) sighed again, and put her head on the table. She ate little, and was immensely happy when she made it to her dorm room. Surprisingly, though, an owl was already at the window; it was most definitely the owl that had been spying on her earlier, and she clutched a letter written in absolutely beautiful copperplate handwriting.
''Dear Miss Silverlie,
It was simply splendid luck that you were sorted into Slytherin; that makes it much far easier for me to arrange a meeting with you. It's already apparent that you have difficulty with people and, being a fellow pureblooded witch, I have taken it upon myself to make sure you aren't taken advantage of by snide (albeit rather alluring) characters like Draco Malfoy.
I'll meet you in the courtyard tomorrow at five p.m. I hope you like tea.
Yours truly,
A friendly owl''
(Y/N) didn't even have a moment to give anything to the owl before it was gone. Instead, her mind went straight to the fact that there was no name on the letter. All of (Y/N)'s thoughts about the owl from before came flooding back; was it a spy for its owner or something? Was it a...and then it hit her. There was a very likely reason the letter was signed 'a friendly owl'; the owl could in fact be a witch. Whoever sent this letter...''They're an Animagus! Merlin, they must be absolutely amazing at magic to be one while still in school...'' (Y/N) smiled; she was undoubtedly excited. She was desperate to meet this mysterious, shapeshifting witch. But after mere moments of laying in her bed in silence, wrapped up in a happy blanket of thoughts, the door burst open again. She'd forgotten she had to have a dorm mate. ''Ew, I why do I have to get the cat loser?'' (Y/N) looked up and rolled her eyes, retorting, ''I don't know, why do I have to have the slobbery old dog looking loser?'' The ugly girl glared at her, sounding much like the breed of dog she resembled as she growled. And then Amorita began to hiss. ''Amorita, don't attack the nice doggy,'' (Y/N) said condescendingly, ''Or you might hurt her pwecious feelings.'' The girl stormed closer to Amorita, who really was gearing up for a fight now; (Y/N) snatched her up, exclaiming, ''Save your claws for the scratching post, Amorita!'' (Y/N) hastily grabbed her pyjamas and locked herself in the bathroom to change. After she'd gotten back into the room, she realised that her 'friend' was already asleep. (Y/N) fell asleep soon after. She was woken up the next morning by a pillow to the face. ''Wake up! Your dumb furball is trying to kill me!'' (Y/N) sighed, stretching a little and brushing her (H/C) hair out of her eyes. As soon as she caught Amorita's eye with her steely gaze, the Kneazle stopped attacking the girl. (Y/N) did a showy gesture with her hand as if to say 'ta-da!' and then asked, ''Are you going to thank me...uh...whatever your name is?'' The girl huffed, replying shortly, ''Pansy Parkinson.'' (Y/N) nodded her head, ''Okay then. Seeing as you fawn over Malfoy so much, you've probably heard him say my name before. So you know it already.'' (Y/N) didn't fully understand her own convoluted statement, but Pansy nodded, still looking angry. ''You're (Y/N) Silverlie, and you can't talk to people normally. That's why you talk to that Kneazle.'' (Y/N) blushed a little, but Pansy had left before she could retort. With a sigh, (Y/N) dragged herself through the morning routine. Nothing notable really happened that day; of course, the first day in a school of magic was wonderful, but it was rather overshadowed by insult after insult from Malfoy and his stupid group. Instead, she let herself think about the owl; she read the letter over and over again, waiting for it to eventually be time for her to meet the elusive witch. But of course, Malfoy even had to ruin that for her. It was a mere hour before the meeting, and (Y/N) was spending her free time talking to Hermione and her friends. They were far more pleasant to talk to than her fellow Slytherins. ''Don't you find it at all scary that someone you've never met is so desperate to meet you?'' Asked Hermione. (Y/N) chuckled, replying lightly, ''I get that a lot from mother's friends anyway; I'm used to being expected to see people.''. Hermione sighed gently. ''But that's different. You have no idea who this owl witch is! She could want any number of things-'' Hermione was swiftly cut off, ''Yeah, but it'd be bloody great if this girl isn't lying! Having a super-skilled witch want to protect you for free is basically like being famous! And I mean, from her letter, she seems pretty similar to you anyway, so why you're so scared about it is beyond me...'' Hermione huffed, ''Ronald! I'm just worried that (Y/N) could get hurt by whoever this is! Who knows, it could have been Malfoy himself who sent the letter, or perhaps someone even more nefarious!'' The group went silent for a moment, but then Harry hastily added, ''It can't possibly be that dangerous. And even if it is, it's just a student; (Y/N) could easily report them if anything happens.'' (Y/N) nodded thoughtfully, replying, ''And as we're in the same house, it would be even more legitimate, I suppose. Most people wouldn't report someone in their own house-'', ''Especially Slytherins!'' It sounded like Hermione had attempted to bat Ron out of the conversation with whatever she was holding, as the two began to argue like children. But their childish argument stopped when the usual culprit of ruining things arrived. With one quick motion, Malfoy had taken the letter from (Y/N)'s hand and read it over. ''Well, well,'' he mused, ''It seems like at least one person in our house cares about you.'' (Y/N) smiled triumphantly, mumbling, ''More than you've ever done for me, Malfoy...'' He smirked back at her as he shredded up the letter in seconds. ''Perhaps if you'd let yourself be raised right and actually attended some of our banquets then we could have been friends, Silverlie. Our families happen to like each other; it's just that neither of them like you.'' (Y/N) felt tears welling up in her eyes as she began to remember little comments her parents had made over the years; was she really unwanted by them? (Y/N) wanted to punch her brain in two to make it stop overreacting but she just couldn't stop her thoughts. ''St-stop it...I haven't...I've never done anything to you!'' (Y/N) tried her best to sound angry, but it came out as pure sadness. It wasn't like she hadn't thought about attending those banquets, or about being friends with Malfoy. The thought of being able to stand at his side while he genuinely smiled was just...(Y/N) didn't want to finish that thought. She knew she was just going to hurt herself if she didn't keep ignoring her wants. Upon realising that (Y/N) was seriously too stunned with sadness to continue her argument, Harry stepped forward for her; ''Leave her alone, Malfoy. You heard her, she's never done anything to you!'' Malfoy snickered, replying darkly, ''Perhaps that's why no-one likes her. You really don't understand the expectations of her, Potter, so there's no reason to get invol-'' he was cut off by an owl. An owl (Y/N) recognised; it was her. ''(Y/N), my dear, you're rather late...say goodbye to your friends now. Our meeting is a matter of the utmost importance.'' All eyes were back on (Y/N) again, and she found herself running after the owl almost instinctively. Malfoy yelled something after her, but she didn't hear it; instead, she followed the owl. Whatever this owl wanted to say was going to help her survive this school, and (Y/N) most definitely wanted to hear it.