Draco Malfoy

Your brother is none other than Harry Potter, the famous Boy Who Lived. Unlike him, you've never really managed to conform to the rules. After your expulsion from your old school, your parents had no choice but to send you to Hogwarts. And so, you arrive at the castle in your third year, determined not to be pushed around.

Standing before the four tables in the Great Hall, you feel hundreds of eyes on you. Murmurs rise among the students, some already recognizing your surname. After all, being Harry Potter's sister never goes unnoticed.

You walk up to the stool on which the Sorting Hat rests. No sooner is it placed on your head than a gravelly voice echoes in your mind.

— Hmm… A very particular personality. Audacity, determination, and a definite taste for trouble… I know exactly where to place you.

A brief silence ensues.

— SLYTHERIN!

Applause erupts from the green and silver table. You don't protest. After all, this choice doesn't really surprise you. Your brother had specifically asked the Sorting Hat not to send him to Slytherin, but you have no reason to follow in his footsteps.

You remove the Sorting Hat and head calmly towards your new house, ignoring the curious stares that follow you across the room.

That's when you spot Draco Malfoy, your best friend, sitting at the Slytherin table. A smile spreads across your lips as you walk over to him. Next to him is Pansy Parkinson, who immediately glares at you with barely concealed hostility.

His gaze is piercing, as if your mere presence constituted a personal offense.