Dirty Little Secret... (Draco Malfoy)

Her name was Dylan Summers, many years ago she lived by her best friend, the name of whom is still forgotten today. Her parents were killed in a tragic car accident forcing her to become an orphan, leaving her friend forever... Or so she thought... Many years later she found Hogwarts a school of witchcraft, yes, she was a witch. Little does she know the blonde kid in her dreams was also a wizard.


2. My house is....?

Also, something not to know about me is that I actually have no last name, well, that I know of. The truth is I've been in an orphanage my entire life and I apparently met my friend at a park.


Breaking eye contact with my lost friend I walked to the train, pulling my trolley into the isle of the train.

I walked along looking for an empty compartment. "At last!" I exclaimed in my head. I slowly walked into the compartment and threw my stuff up in the shelf, along with my owl. Who hooted in protest.

Minutes after I had sat down alone Ron and an unknown boy had barged in on me reading a muggle book. "Hello Ronald," I said in a questioning voice, "Who might this be?" He smiled and said "Dylan this is Harry Potter," he said in an excited tone.

Me being practically muggle born had no clue of who "Harry Potter" is. I skeptically looked at Ron "Who is he? Is he someone famous I should know about?" I questioned him.

Pure shock ran across Ron's face as I was looking at the small lightning shaped scar on Harry's face. Ron blew up at me "Bloody hell Dylan, you don't know who he is! He is one of the most famous people in the wizarding world, he is the only one to survive he-who-must-not-be-named's Avada Kedavra curse!"

"Bloody hell Ron I don't care about fame it's all about who he is as a person," I calmly stated defending myself.

Harry nodded my way in thanks and calmly sat down in front of me. Ron with his fuming red face sat next to Harry.

As we were waiting to get to Hogwarts a old woman with a trolley passed us and asked if we wanted any sweets from the trolley, Ron held up a sandwich and said "I've got some food I'll be fine," Harry looked up at Ron and held out 10 Galleons turning his attention to the old woman "I'll take the lot!" He smiled at her.

He asked Ron what the box labeled chocolate frog meant and Ron said "It just has a charm on it it's not really alive, the best part is the card that comes with it."

"Hey Ron, do you know any spells," he nodded and pulled out his wand, just as a girl with brown frizzy hair showed up in the door way. She babbled on about magic as I buried my nose back in the book ignoring the people in my cabin. The girl announced herself as Hermonie Granger and proceeded to sit down next to me.

What felt like hours later we arrived at Hogwarts, Hagrid was outside the train yelling "All first years follow me!" We followed him through the woods and up the front steps of Hogwarts. I was in the back of the pack my nose in my book while blindly walking forwards. Our group suddenly stopped and some commotion was going on in the front but I ignored it.

Walking in Hogwarts I almost dropped my book in the beauty of the dining hall, the sunset shone over the ceiling flashing dominate colors of orange, yellow, purple, and red.

The older woman known as Professor McGonagall stopped in front of this old leathery wrinkled hat. The hat sprung to life and began singing a song.

"Oh you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve, and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

if you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folks use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!"

The professor pulled one kid after another up, my three new friends all got into Gryffindor. The dreaded words came from the Professors mouth "Dylan... Summers?" She yelled out so I slowly walked up to the stool and she placed the hat on my soft dark brown hair.

It began speaking to me in my head, "Hm you'd do well in Ravenclaw, or maybe not how bout Hufflepuff, no yes I've got it," "Gryffindor!" The hat screamed the entire table started clapping for me and I sat down next to Hermonie.

The entire time I felt eyes burning into my skull.. But whose?

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