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Chapter One: Introduction.
The Girl From Madam Malkin’s
The streets of the alley were filled with wonder. Harry couldn't believe it was all real. Hagrid had been guiding him through his Hogwarts list. They had already stopped at Gringotts to pick up his money, although he almost blasted the withdrawal on a gold cauldron. The cobblestone paths of the alley had brought them to a lovely robe shop, with gold trimmings lining the purple wooden structure. Mannequins of wizards and witches in fancy robes were displayed in the storefront window, right below the golden sign reading 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions'.
Hagrid had left Harry to purchase his own robes, as the massive man was unable to fit through the door and was feeling a bit queasy from the Gringotts cart ride earlier. Harry covered his scar and entered the store. He felt nervous but also excited; he'd never been able to buy anything for himself with the Dursleys. A short but friendly witch directed him to take a seat next to a sweet-looking young girl with black hair done in a short bob with large bangs curtaining down over her forehead. As he took his seat, a pale boy around Harry's age with a smug look on his face and blindingly blonde hair exited the shop.
'Are you headed to Hogwarts too?' The young girl had asked, with a nervous look on her face. Harry was surprised she had talked to him, considering he had hidden his scar so as not to draw too much attention.
'Yeah, I am,' Harry replied, becoming distracted by the small patches of freckles under the girl's eyes.
'My mothers finishing up my order for school robes now, she and Madam Malkin are good friends, the girl explained. Harry looked back at the counter, where a witch covered in sleek new robes and adorned in jewellery stood conversing with the witch who sent him to the seat.
'Mother always comes in for the new releases, I'll likely be older than Dumbledore by the time I get out of here,' she said, looking at Harry intently. Harry laughed, not knowing who exactly Dumbledore was, other than he was the headmaster of Hogwarts, but not wanting to embarrass the girl by not getting her joke. The girl smiled, right before asking what house he thought he would be sorted into.
'Houses?' Harry asked the girl.
'You must be Muggle-born, ' she giggled with a kind understanding smile on her face. 'There are four houses, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin, she explained, 'It's Slytherin you want to be sorted into, though. All the great wizards were in Slytherin. Harry agreed with her as she told him that her family had been sorted into Slytherin for generations.
'I hope I'm in Slytherin, ' Harry stated, wanting to be in the same house as the girl. She had a calming presence that made Harry feel like he wouldn't be alone at Hogwarts.
'Pansy!' the fancy witch called out. It seemed like she was done chatting with Madam Malkin.
'I'll see you at Hogwarts, ' the girl said while waving back to Harry with a slight blush on her face. Harry couldn't help but feel a blush of his own begin to take shape.
'You're up next, dear,' Harry heard as Madam Malkin snuck up on him during his trance. Harry followed her to the footstool to get his measurements as the girl and her mother left with haste.
Hagrid was waiting for Harry outside, ice cream in hand. Together, they stopped at the apothecary, Harry admiring the many weird ingredients lined up in bins and on the walls.
'Hagrid?, Harry asked as they left the apothecary carrying bags of beetle eyes and snake fangs. 'How do I get put in Slytherin?'
Hagrid looked horrified, spitting out what remained of his ice cream. 'Slytherin? 'Why'd yer want to be put in there for Harry?'.
'I met a girl in Madam Malkin's who said Slytherin was the best one, where all the greatest wizards went'. Harry replied, eager to know more.
'I dunno where she heard that one from, but almost all yeh bad wizards end up in Slytherin. 'Nasty lot, most of 'em are'. Hagrid explained. 'You-Know-Who was in Slytherin'.
Harry looked worried now, hoping he and that girl didn't end up in Slytherin after all. 'You ought to be in Gryffindor anyway, yer mum and dad were both Gryffindors, it's in yer blood,' Hagrid explained further. 'Time to get a move on anyway, Harry, we got to stop at Flourish and Blotts for ye books'. Harry followed Hagrid into a large store filled with books for as far as the eye can see. The walls were lined with books on curses, transfiguration, and potions, as well as a section dedicated to a handsome-looking wizard named Lockhart. He asked Hagrid if he could buy a book named Curses and Counter Curses, wanting to try a few on Dudley, but Hagrid refused. In the corner, he noticed the young girl from Madam Malkin's talking to another girl who looked fascinated but lost.
The mother of the girl from earlier, the pompous-looking witch who was busy talking to Madam Malkin, noticed her daughter talking to the confused girl at the back of the bookshop. She stormed over in a huff before smacking her daughter right across the face. The girl looked terrified before being dragged out of the shop by the ear. Tears were forming on the girl's face, her mother muttering something about lowborns as they walked past Harry. Harry was worried for the poor girl. She had seemed so nice earlier, but it's clear she didn't get that from her mother. Hagrid urged Harry to get a move on looking for his books, as his schedule got tighter by the minute, and they had yet to get him a wand. Excited about the thought of getting his own wand, he started searching for the books he needed with haste.
Oh, how she hated her mother. She was always so harsh on her. The mark on her face still stung from where she was struck. Her mother had given her a lengthy lecture about speaking to Muggle-borns and how they were unworthy of her time or friendship. Pansy was to remain a caricature of a sophisticated pure blood witch at all times. She understood that her blood made her a superior witch, as she was told many times by her friends and parents, but she didn't understand why she had to refrain from making friends with those of lesser blood. The Muggle-born girl from Flourish and Blotts was nice, as was the cute boy from Madam Malkin's.
'Follow me, Pansy, ' her mother commanded, 'we're off to see the Malfoys at the Broom shop. ' Pansy groaned; she had very little interest in Quidditch, but she knew Draco would be over the moon about it. They entered the fancy shop, with the newest and greatest broom set up in the storefront window, with scores of kids and adults alike trying to get a glimpse of it.
'Ah, is that you, Pansy?'. The tall man dressed in black with white hair asked, whom she recognised as Mr Malfoy immediately.
'Yes, sir,' She replied nervously. Mr Malfoy always gave off an unsettling presence with the snake mounted on his cane.
'You look more and more like your mother every day, ' he said. The thought made Pansy shudder. 'You are exactly what wizard kind needs, pure and sophisticated'. 'You carry on the Parkinson name well', he added.
'And she will remain to do so', her mother chipped in. 'No more talking to Muggle-borns. '
'Yes, mother, ' Pansy agreed. Although she didn't like her mother, she didn't want to damage the reputation of her family name.
'Pansy!, Pansy!' Draco cried out, running from the shop window, 'Take a look at the new Nimbus 2000!'. Happy to get away from her mother, she followed her childhood friend. A massive grin stretched on Draco's face. 'It's the fastest broom yet. I've asked father for it all summer.' Pansy feigned interest, wanting to support Draco as the smile suddenly faded. 'Father won't buy it for me, you see,' Draco explained. 'He reckons that they're bringing out a faster model just next year, and first years aren't allowed to have their own brooms anyway.
A scrawny-looking boy approached Pansy and Draco, looking at the broom with fascination. 'What does the broom do?' he asked. 'Does it really fly?'
Draco directed his foul mood at the boy, with his signature smug smirk that he made when he was about to belittle someone, forming. 'Does it fly?' Draco said, laughing, 'Are you stupid?'. 'You must be a Muggle-born, you'd be lucky to sweep the floor with it. ' The boy looked embarrassed, quickly retreating back to his Muggle parents, who looked completely lost looking at the Cleansweeps. 'Father can't believe they still let these Muggle-borns into Hogwarts, they don't understand the first thing about our culture,' Draco sneered.
'Yeah, I guess so,' Pansy said somewhat reluctantly, 'They do seem pretty clueless. '
'Y'know, they've won the league cup 21 times!' Ron explained excitedly. 'Best team in the league by a mile!'. Ron had spent the past 10 minutes talking to Harry about his favourite Quidditch team, but Harry didn't mind, though. He found it fascinating. The train trip was long; Harry guessed it had only been an hour since they left King's Cross. The stunning views of the English countryside more than made up for it. He and Ron had become fast friends, managing to get a compartment together in the train after the Weasleys had helped him get onto the platform.
Just as Ron was about to give Harry a detailed explanation of the Cannons' last cup win, a familiar face had appeared at the door of their compartment. The young girl from Madam Malkin's had opened the door, eyes on Harry.
'Hey, you're the boy from Madam Malkin's, right? she asked Harry with the same kind smile on her face.
'Would you like to sit with us? Harry asked, hoping she'd join him.
'Sorry, but my friend Draco has a seat waiting for me, ' she replied. 'We have been friends since we were kids, so I don't want to keep him waiting. '
Ron scoffed. 'Draco?, Draco as in Draco Malfoy?' He asked her. 'Foul lot the Malfoys are, why'd you ever want to sit with him?
The girl lost the smile Harry found himself lost in. She looked like she was about to tear Ron apart. 'The Malfoy family is well respected in the wizarding community, unlike you Weasley folk. 'All your family is known for is red hair and poverty. '
Ron went red, but Harry was unsure whether it was with anger or embarrassment.
'You're wrong,' Harry stated defiantly. 'His family helped me get onto the platform. '
'I'm sure they only did it because they were expecting a tip,' The girl remarked. 'You needed help getting onto the platform?'. 'I was hoping I was wrong when I assumed you were a Muggle-born back at Malkin's. '
It was like Harry didn't even recognise the girl anymore. He was too stunned to say anything else. The girl had slammed the compartment door, her black bob waving as she left in a huff.
'Mental she is,' Ron commented, 'Completely out of line. '
'Why was she so angry when she thought my parents were muggles?' Harry asked Ron.
'She's probably from an old wizarding family, some of them think they are better than everyone else because they don't have muggles in their families, ' Ron explained to Harry. 'I'm from one too, but my family doesn't believe in that nonsense'. Harry smiled, happy Ron was so kind and accepting. 'Dads obsessed with muggles, it's given us a bad reputation with those wizarding families'. 'It's how she knew who my family was just by the colour of my hair. '
'If they all act like that, who cares what they think' Harry said, making Ron's face light up. 'She was so nice when I was shopping for robes. '
'She's headed straight for Slytherin', Ron remarked, 'She'll fit right in with those scumbags'. Harry laughed, telling Ron about how she was begging to get into Slytherin back at Madam Malkin's. Harry couldn't believe he wanted to be in Slytherin not long ago.
The compartment door suddenly opened, startling Harry, thinking the girl had returned. Instead, an old lady with a big cart full of confectionery peered through. 'Anything off the trolley, dears?' she asked.
Pansy stormed into Draco's compartment, taking her seat next to him. Vincent and Gregory sat on the opposite side of the compartment, devouring copious amounts of sweets.
'Where have you been?' Draco asked with a smirk. 'Got lost?'
'Had a run-in with a Weasley boy, and his new Muggle-born friend'. Pansy explained, heat rising to her head as she recalled how Ron had insulted her Draco. 'They were insulting your family name. '
Draco scowled. She knew he hated the Weasleys because his father had told him all about Mr Weasley's infatuation with Muggles, but directly insulting his family's name would undoubtedly make it worse. 'Those Weasleys don't have a knut to their name, disgrace really,' Draco said angrily, 'Just wait till I see him at Hogwarts. '
There was a knock on the compartment door, a girl with bushy brown hair and large front teeth entered.
'Have any of you seen a toad?' She asked politely, A boy named Neville Longbottom is looking for one.'
Draco scoffed when the girl mentioned Longbottom's name. 'That Longbottom is a poor excuse for a wizard, I saw him trip on his own bags earlier,' he said, grinning. Vincent and Gregory laughed violently at Neville's misfortune.
'That's a horrible thing to laugh at, ' the bushy-haired girl interjected in a bossy tone. 'I don't find it funny at all. '
'What are you?, his girlfriend?' Draco sniggered, 'Who are you anyway, what's your surname?'
Pansy knew what was coming. Draco has always had an obsession with family names.
'Granger, Hermione Granger, ' the girl replied.
'Granger? Never heard of it, must be a filthy muggle name. ' Draco said smugly. Hermione looked annoyed by his comments. 'There's no toad here, run along now, mudblood,' Draco added. Hermione left the compartment quickly.
Pansy couldn't believe what Draco had said. She had been told by her mother that using that term was strictly forbidden at Hogwarts. Even Vincent and Gregory had raised an eyebrow.
'Draco, you can't say that, you'll get into trouble before you even arrive,' Pansy said with concern.
'Don't worry, Parkinson, fathers on the board of governors. ' Draco replied with a devious smirk on his face. 'She deserved it anyway'. Pansy agreed with Draco. The girl had no right to come into their compartment and tell them what's funny and what's not, and her parents used mudblood all he time. It can't be that bad, right?.
'I heard Harry Potter is on this train,' Draco said, changing the subject. 'I say we pay him a visit, make sure he doesn't mix in with the wrong sort'. Draco got up, with Crabbe and Goyle following in his footsteps. 'Coming Parkinson?' he asked her.
'I think I'll stay here, I've had enough introductions for today,' Pansy said, exhausted.
The long train journey had come to an end. Pansy was beside herself with excitement. She had grown up hearing and reading about Hogwarts all her life, but now she was finally here. Draco, Gregory and Vincent shared the sentiment. They couldn't wait to get to the castle. A massive bearded man, whom Draco described as the Hogwarts servant, huddled the first years into a line. They turned a bend before everyone started gasping in awe. The castle was as brilliant in person as it appeared in the Daily Prophet. Pansy's face was filled with glee.
'No more'n four to a boat!' The big oaf had called. Pansy, Draco, Vincent, and Gregory made their way down the path to the lake, where many boats awaited them. Draco hopped in one first, with the other two boys following.
'Sorry Parkinson, ' Draco said with a disappointed look on his face, 'you won't be able to fit in here. ' Although the large man had said four a boat, Crabbe and Goyle were big enough to count for three people.
'Maybe you two should lay off the sweets,' Pansy remarked, slightly annoyed that she couldn't make her way over to the castle with her friends. 'See you at Hogwarts. '
Pansy left the three boys in the boat and went to search for another group to cross the lake. Most of the first-year students had found a group of four, but she found one with 3 girls in it by the far end of the bank. The first girl was as big as Goyle, with long, unkept black hair and a huge jaw. Pansy considered herself lucky that there was only one of her on the boat. The second girl was thin and mean-looking, with blonde wolf-cut hair and eyes so brown they almost seemed black. The other girl was short and pale, her brown hair rolled up into a bun. Pansy took her place on the remaining seat, still admiring the stunning view of the castle over the lake.
'Good evening,' the blonde girl had said to Pansy with a pretentious drawl. 'What might your name be?'. The boats had taken off now, sending them over he pitch black lake with a jolt.
'Parkinson, Pansy Parkinson.' Pansy replied, remembering to make sure to introduce her family name first, as her mother had instructed.
'Parkinson? Now that's a name I know, ' I'm Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass. The girl was clearly from another prestigious family. 'What about you two?' she asked expectedly to the other two girls on the boat.
'Millicent,' the large girl responded with, clearly not interested in the conversation, instead soaking up the castle's enormity.
'Tracey Davis, so nice to meet you all!' the girl had said cheerily with a huge smile running across her face. Pansy had the urging feeling that her pleasantry wasn't genuine.
'I don't recall seeing a Davis in the Pure-Blood directory,' Daphne said with concern growing on her face. 'You aren't Muggle-born, are you?'
'No, my mother was a witch, she taught me everything I knew,' Tracey replied nervously. 'I never even knew my father. ' Pansy could tell she was lying about something, perhaps trying to conceal her Muggle heritage.
'Well, if you were raised only by a witch, then I'm sure there's some hope for you yet,' Daphne proclaimed with a sickly smirk that reminded her all too much of Draco. 'What about you, Millicent?'
"What?' Millicent looked puzzled.
'Your parents, Millicent,' asked Daphne expectedly.
'What about them? ' Millicent replied.
'Their blood?' asked Daphne, growing more impatient.
'What?' Millicent replied yet again, infuriating Daphne.
'Are they pur- forget it, what's your surname?'
'Bulstrode', Millicent answered. Daphne looked satisfied.
'So, what houses were you all hoping to get into?', Tracey asked the group. Pansy, Daphne, and Millicent all replied "Slytherin" at the same time, almost as if it were rehearsed. 'Really?' Tracey expressed, looking puzzled. 'I've always wanted to be in Ravenclaw, it's the house with the highest amount of wizards who became minister for magic!' she said excitedly.
'It's also the house with the most know-it-alls, ' Daphne rebuked angrily. 'If you really wanted to run for minister, then Slytherin is the clear choice. '
'I guess,' Tracey said nervously, not wanting to offend Daphne any further.
Pansy had turned her attention to the boat beside them; she recognised its four occupants. The poor Weasley boy, the Muggle-born with the huge teeth, the clumsy buffoon who lost his toad, and finally the boy from Madam Malkin's. For some odd reason, she couldn't bring herself to stop staring at him. His glasses were no longer broken, she noticed, as well as his long fringe covering his forehead with his messy black hair. There was something about him that kept drawing her in; she just couldn't put her finger on it.
'That McGonagall woman seems like a joy. ' Pansy remarked to her new friends, recalling how strict and stiff the witch had seemed when she introduced herself. The first years were all following her up the steps, ready to enter the great hall. They were led into the massive room, the magnificent enchanted roof dropping many jaws.
Pansy felt a tap on her shoulder just as the hat started singing the worst song she had ever heard. She turned to meet the eyes of Draco.
'I didn't have time to tell you earlier, but I met Harry Potter on the train. ' Draco had whispered to her.
'What was he like? Did he have the scar?' Pansy asked with interest.
'Yeah, he had the scar, but he's a total dud of a wizard. ' Draco reported to her. 'Muggles must've rotted his brain, his friend's rat even attacked Goyle.
'His friends rat? Disgusting.' Pansy replied, after all, what kind of wizard owned a rat?, 'If that's who he hangs out with, then those muggles really did do a number on him'.
The hat had finally stopped its singing, cheers, and clapping, now thundering throughout the hall. Pansy and her friends were the only ones that didn't, other than Tracey, whose smile quickly faded after catching a glare from Draco and Daphne.
'When I call your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool to be sorted. ' McGonagall commanded the first years. First up was Hannah Abbott, becoming a Hufflepuff. Pansy started to get nervous. What if she didn't get into Slytherin?.
'Bulstrode, Millicent!' the hat called.
Millicent walked up to the stool. Pansy worried the stool might break.
'SLYTHERIN!,' the hat shouted fairly quickly. Millicent hopped off the stool and headed straight for the table adorned in green, a smile on her face.
'Well, we knew she wouldn't be in Ravenclaw, ' Daphne whispered to Pansy slyly. Pansy snickered.
A few more names went by, to the surprise of no one, Crabbe was sorted into Slytherin.
'Davis, Tracey!'
Tracey walked nervously up to the stool and took her seat. The hat was placed on her head. Unlike Millicent and Crabbe, however, the hat hesitated a bit.
'Mmmm, a thirst for knowledge, Ravenclaw would suit you well. Perhaps your career, too. But the ambition. So much ambition. Cunning too. Better be... SLYTHERIN!' the hat exclaimed. Tracey looked a bit surprised, but not disappointed. She took her seat at the table across from Crabbe.
A boy named Justin Finch-Fletchley was called and was sorted into Hufflepuff. 'Bit scrawny isn't he?, it's no mystery why nobody wants to be in Hufflepuff, ' Pansy said, scoffing at the little boy in the chair. Daphne and Malfoy cackled in unison.
Goyle became a Slytherin just as quickly as Crabbe, the two beefy boys reuniting at the Slytherin table.
'Granger, Hermione!'.
The girl who interrupted them in their compartment was sorted into Gryffindor. Draco rolled his eyes. Pansy had to stop him from muttering mudblood before he became the first person to lose points before being sorted.
'Greengrass, Daphne!'.
Daphne rushed to the stool, excited to be sorted. The hat barely took two seconds before yelling 'SLYTHERIN!'. A wide, unsettling smile formed on her face as she made her way to the table with pride.
Malfoy, Draco!.
Draco made his way up to the front of the room. It was the fastest sorting yet, even making Daphne's look slow. The hat didn't even have to be fully put on his head before it bellowed 'SLYTHERIN!". He took his place between Crabbe and Goyle.
Pansy was alone now. Her nerves were starting to get to her more. All her friends were gone, all sorted into Slytherin. What if she got sorted somewhere else? They'd all leave her; who'd want to be friends with Pansy the Hufflepuff? Even worse, she could end up in Gryffindor, having to share the same room as the Muggle-born. What would Mother and Father think? She'd be a disgrace to the Parkinson name. She needed to be in Slytherin.
'Parkinson, Pansy!'
She slowly made her way up to the front, legs shaking, mind racing. She kept muttering to herself to keep composed. The hat touched her head. It's old, leathery fabric, coarse and ripped. Her breath was short and sharp.
'Hmmm, maybe, possibly.., no, perhaps?, no,' the hat muttered, clearly assessing its options. Pansy's heart sunk. 'No, no, it's gotta be...'
'SLYTHERIN!'
The nightmare was over. She was elated. She was safe. She was where she wanted to be. Her friends wouldn't leave her, her mother wouldn't leave her. Her father wouldn't leave her. She was in Slytherin.
Pansy ran down to the Slytherin table among a chorus of cheers and clapping, taking a seat next to Daphne.
'That hat had me scared for a second there, Parkinson, ' Draco said, relieved, 'could you imagine if you got put in Hufflepuff?'
'I'd rather leave Hogwarts than end up in that sorry house,' replied Pansy, adrenaline still coursing through her after the scare with the hat.
'You're where you belong,' Daphne added, hugging her new housemate.
'Potter, Harry!'
The hall went silent before being filled with whispers. The black haired boy stepped forward to the stool.
'No,' Pansy muttered to herself, jaw dropping. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was him. The boy from Madam Malkin's. It seemed so obvious now, the boy's fringe no longer blocked the view of the infamous scar he was rumoured to have. She couldn't believe she had thought him Muggle-born; he was the legendary Harry Potter. She grew up hearing stories and rumours about him, but now he stood in front of her in the flesh.
She recounted her encounter in Madam Malkin's. A small blush had reached her face. He had been so pleasant to her, and she repaid him by insulting his friend and questioning his bloodline on the train. She had been foolish. If only she had a time turner.
A rush of thoughts and plans to make amends flooded her brain. A boy of his calibre could only ever be in Slytherin, right? Yes. If he were in Slytherin, she could apologise to him, become his friend. She didn't care what Malfoy thought; she knew what he really was like.
The hat was placed on Harry's head. The hat stalled. It looked like it was talking to Harry, who appeared to mutter something under his breath.
Pansy found herself muttering too.
'Slytherin'
'Slytherin'
'Slytherin'
'GRYFFINDOR!'
The hat had made its decision. Harry Potter would be in Gryffindor.
Pansy was distraught, how as she meant to make amends now? Gryffindor and Slytherin had the biggest house rivalry of them all. Harry would forever hate her. Draco's insults towards Harry only got more brazen and harsh. She started to agree with him, but she wasn't sure if it was because she was angry at Harry or herself.
Harry was filled with joy; he'd gotten into the house he wanted. The same house that his parents were sorted into. He got the loudest cheer out of everyone. The entire Weasley family was here, shaking his hand and congratulating him. He hoped Ron was next.
'Weasley, Ronald!'
Sure enough, Ron had joined his brothers at the Gryffindor table. Ron made his way to Harry with a huge grin on his face, before taking a seat right next to him.
'Take a look at the Slytherin table, Harry, they're fuming!' Ron exclaimed, laughing. 'Malfoy looks like a tomato!'
Harry turned to the Slytherin table, where he was getting stared down by almost everyone. Malfoy was red with rage, whispering what he could only guess could be insults to Crabbe and Goyle. The massive girl who reminded him of a hag stared at him blankly. A nasty thin girl next to her with short thick blonde hair did so with such malice in her black eyes that he shuddered. Next to her was the person he was looking for, Pansy Parkinson, if he remembered the name correctly. She was the only one who looked at Harry with neither contempt nor curiosity; instead, she almost looked disappointed.
Harry wanted to believe she was the same girl as she was in Madam Malkin's. However, the way she acted on the train made him think otherwise. Maybe she would've stayed kind if only she kept better company.
A/N:
To state the obvious, I own none of these characters or any of the intellectual property used. This is purely done for fun and is nothing but my imagination.
This is my first attempt at writing a fic. Please go easy on me :) . Comments, feedback, and constructive criticism are appreciated.
This chapter is just introducing characters, setting up backstory, and character motivations for the rest of the story. There will be a major time skip to Prisoner of Azkaban, where the main story will begin, and Pansy will be much more like her more recognisable self.
The goal of the story is to be a slow burn, romance, main-pairing-heavy, enemies to friends to lovers story that stays fairly grounded to canon, like an alternative version of canon if certain events (like who Harry met in the shop that day in Diagon Alley). Still, expect new events, characters and places.
Updates are likely to be inconsistent as I have a busy schedule, but I will do my best. I am enjoying it so far and have even been rushing through my workouts just to get back to writing.
This fic will remain T for now; however, it may be updated to M later on, depending on what I feel is right for the story and what I feel comfortable writing as I progress.