WARNING:
- mentions of domestic abuse
- mentions of physical peer aggression

❝How the hell have you not learned yet that I am a jealous psychopath?❞

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I felt my legs wobble slightly as I try to keep (Y/N) falling from my back. They do weigh a lot even though they're small. 

I would glance over at the head of the Slytherin house, Professor Snape, from time to time. I didn't dare to speak because I was too intimidated to do so.

"What caused them to faint?" Professor Snape asked and broke the silence between us. I stammered for a moment before answering his question while looking down the floor. 

"I..don't know, Professor. But, for a moment, their eyes turned red before they fainted." I replied but after I replied, silence grew between the two of us once more.

I'm really doing a great first impression, aren't I?

Professor Snape stopped in front of a certain door. He swiftly opens the door and it revealed the Infirmary. 

Before I could admire how large the Infirmary is, Professor Snape walked inside and I followed shortly behind him.

I started to become tired as I adjusted (Y/N) behind my back to make sure that they wouldn't fall. Their entire weight was pushing down to my back and I'm pretty sure that I'll end up having a back stroke once I'm finished with all of this.

A female figure stepped out from behind the curtains, a small frown and a confused look on her face. She was wearing white colored clothes that greatly resembled like muggle healers. 

What do they call them again? Nurses?

Her hair was tied into a bun with some sort of a hair net enveloping her bun completely. 

"A student fainted." Is all that Professor Snape said to the mediwitch. She gasped lightly and immediately went to my side, eyeing (Y/N)'s unconscious body. 

"It's only the first day and someone already fainted?" Her frown grew wider, looking at Professor Snape with obvious doubt.

"I have duties to attend to. Please tend our new student with care." Professor Snape ignored the mediwitch's question of doubt and turned around to leave, his robe following his movement majestically. 

The doors to the Infirmary opened but was immediately closed as Professor Snape left the room without anything else to say.

The mediwitch sighed and turned to look at me. 

"Could you lay them down on the bed first? I'll prepare myself for a little bit then examine them to see what went wrong." She requested and of course, I complied with a quick nod. 

She turns around and walks towards her desk full of vials, potions and other stuff that seems to be a little dangerous for me to know about.

I walk over to the nearest bed and to its side. I turned around and tip toed closely towards the bed so that (Y/N)'s body will lay down on the bed. 

Once I made sure that their body was on the bed, I turned around and kept my firm hold at their shoulder and the back of their head. I gently lay them down on the bed and retracted both of my hands away from their body.

With a sigh of relief, I stretched and stood up straight to make my back feel better after being slouched just to carry (Y/N) for a long amount of time towards the Infirmary. 

My bones internally pop and I gave off another sigh of relief. I kept my posture straight so that my back will get used to being straight once more.

But, I couldn't resist sitting on the chair that was right beside me.

After a short while, the mediwitch came back but she didn't bring anything with her to examine (Y/N) which I thought was sort of weird.

"Um, Miss--"

"Call me 'Madam Pomfrey'" She interrupted while placing her hand against (Y/N)'s forehead, indicating that (Y/N) might just have a fever.

"...Madam Pomfrey, is my brother/sister going to be alright?" I asked as the worry and concern that I kept inside me while I carried (Y/N) to the Infirmary started to show.

"Well, considering that they fainted, I suppose that they will be alright after they wake up. Faints are not usually serious because it's just your body forcing itself to shut down to be able to rest and function properly once more or to recover from a certain occurence that might've been too much for the body to take it." Madam Pomfrey removed her hand from (Y/N)'s forehead, taking it as a sign that they might not have fever after all. 

The mediwitch turns to look at me. "Do you know why they fainted?"

"Regrettably, I don't. But, I do know that their eyes turned red before they fainted." I explained and Madam Pomfrey's eyebrow rose in confusion.

"Their eyes turned red... You mean like they were being posessed by someone?"

"Oh, gee... I hope not but I guess because they suddenly lost their memories once we arrived at the train. It's like... they lost their entire identity and was being replaced by a new one..." My eyes widened at the realization as I turned my head to look at (Y/N). 

Doesn't this mean that they were really possessed by someone?

But, they weren't all that different when they got 'possessed' because they still act like what they would usually do; like what the real (Y/N) would do which means that they are still there somewhere. 

It's the memory loss that's making them different.

My eyes softened and I regained my composure, grasping (Y/N)'s warm hand. 

"No, they... just lost their memories."

"Obliviated?" Madam Pomfrey asked and I shook my head.

"It's impossible for them to be obliviated since they lost their memories in the middle of the train and we both haven't left our compartments since we boarded the train."

"But, it's impossible for them to lose their memories all of a sudden, right? Did something happen before you boarded the train?"

"No. They were all fine even before we boarded the train..."

After that, none of us spoke a word. We just kept staring at the unconscious (Y/N) with worry. Before things became awkward, Madam Pomfrey stood up and gave me a look of reassurance. 

"Either way, I'm sure that they will be fine once they wake up. You should head back to the Great Hall." Madam Pomfrey smiled and turned around to leave the two of us alone.

I pursed my lips and glanced over at (Y/N)'s face before looking back at Madam Pomfrey's retreating form. 

"Would it be troublesome if I stayed here? I... don't want to leave them alone..." I blushed slightly as I looked away in embarrassment and my words began to trail off.

Madam Pomfrey turned back to look at me. 

"No, but you might miss the feast and you might not know where your common room is." She warned but I shook my head with a smile.

"I'll choose my sister/brother over a feast any day, Madam Pomfrey."

A smile made its way to her lips as she nodded and walked away from the two of us. After she disappeared completely from our sight, I turn back to look at (Y/N)'s face. 

Just a while ago, their face was filled with fear and disbelief but now, they look so peaceful and calm as if there was nothing to worry about.

Today was such a rough day for the two of us and I guess they deserve all the rest they could possibly get right now. I sigh and crossed my arms as I leaned back against the chair. 

I guess I can't have any rest at all, can I?

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My body felt like I was drowning in water; I was heavy, I couldn't breathe, it felt like I'm sinking down but I can't do anything to keep myself up.

My lungs were starting to burn and my eyes were shot open as I reached my arms out to nothingness, demanding for air to freely enter my body once more.

It was starting to hurt and I was starting to panic, as I looked around my dark surroundings for any signs of hope or light that could help me survive this hellish situation.

But, I couldn't find any.

As soon as my brain was starting to shut itself down due to the lack of oxygen, I was suddenly slammed down to the dark ground with a loud thud which made me groan in pain.

I try to breathe through my nostrils and felt my body ease in satisfaction once I felt the sweet, whiff of air enter my nose and circle my body.

I've never been this thankful for air to enter my body before.

As soon as I finished breathing deeply and returned my breathing patterns back to normal, I stand up and whipped my head around in every direction for any signs of where I am right now.

I frowned, there was nothing in this darkness and honestly, it was starting to scare me.

When all of a sudden,

"Our child, (F/N)! Our goddamn child!" A shrill voice echoed around the dark, empty space, causing me to turn around with a surprised look at my face to look for the owner of the voice.

In the distance, I could see two figures standing in front of each other and their distance not to close yet not to far from each other either.

I couldn't see them all that well to describe their features though I could definitely tell that they were angry and shouting with each other.

I began to step closer as my footsteps echoed around the dark space though the two figures in the distance can't really hear any of it because they didn't turn around and notice me.

As soon as I could see their features and their faces, I stopped dead in my tracks with my eyes widened in both fear and surprise.

I... I know them.

I turned to look at the woman. She had (E/C) eyes and a completely disheveled jet black hair. Bits and strands of her hair was sticking out in every ends, even getting into her face which made her look more messy.

She also wore a dirty cream white shirt. Some parts in the shirt were either torn off or patched up together with different kinds of cloth that she could find.

While she also wore tattered jeans that seemed to fit into her legs. Unlike the rest of the woman's clothes, her jeans was the only piece of clothing that looked nice.

Her skin isn't in the best condition either; multiple bruises, injuries and cuts could be seen around her body though there are also bandages and band aids plastered around her fingers, her face and her wrists.

"M-Mom?" I called out, feeling memories whiplash through my mind as I suddenly remember my own family and how it actually was.

"Who cares about that fucking brat!?" My father- No,

I refuse to call him that.

The man shouted back even though his voice was surly, throwing his empty bottle of beer to the ground with such force that it broke into pieces on contact.

Both my mother and I flinched at the sound of the man and at the sound of the bottle shattering down to the ground.

Even though I wasn't standing right next to him, I could definitely smell the alcohol lingering around the air that came from this pathetic excuse of a father.

I hate him.

I hate him so much.

He stumbled back slightly due to his actions but immediately catches himself before he could actually fall down on his back.

"And you call yourself a father!?" My mother's voice cracked for a second as she shouted back at the man with full force. 

It looked like she was about to cry in front of him but knowing my mother, I know that she wouldn't cry and act so weak in front of him.

She knows that he loved his dominance around the house and acting weak will make him hurt us even more.

"I never wanted to be a father! If only you were smart enough to kill that child, then everything would've went well for the two of us!" He screamed at my mother's place and pointed his finger behind him which made me remember that I was in my room, crying and shutting everything else down when this fight happened.

I turned to where my father was pointing and saw my 5 year old self crouching, back turned against the two and ears covered by my small, injured hands.

With a frown, I walk over to them since I didn't want to listen to my parents' fight and bickering anymore. 

As soon as I reached my 5 year old self, I didn't do anything but stare at their crouched yet cowering form.

I began to chuckle sadly as I sat down and leaned my back against my 5 year old self, glancing over at my parents at the distance who are still fighting and screaming at each other's faces as if tomorrow didn't exist.

"How were you able to grow up in this shitty life that you were thrown in, hm?" I asked, mostly directed to my 5 year old self though I'm pretty sure that they couldn't hear the question.

I don't expect them to.

"How dare you come up to me and say something like that!? It's your fault that we ended up like this in the first place!" My mother slapped a dirty piece of clothing onto his chest in a repetitive manner though she knows that it wouldn't do much. 

She was showing signs of frustration mixed with rage on her face but didn't show her weakness to this man.

"Oh, so it's my fault now, huh!?" The man balled up his fists and raised them. My mother shivered and took a step back as the man slammed his fist down to my mother's cheek.

I simply closed my eyes to escape the horrible sight of the man beating up my mother even though the sounds of my mother wailing and groaning in pain made it harder to concentrate away from it.

Amidst this chaos, I was starting to remember everything that happened in my childhood with my parents.

It wasn't enjoyable to say the least.

"I'm not weak!" My eyes snapped open at the sound of a familiar voice echoing around the dark space. 

The same sound of flesh being punched can still be heard though it wasn't as strong as it was before.

In the distance, I could see a familiar patch of (H/C) hair straddling a young girl while holding her throat down with their left hand and punching her face down with her right.

The (H/C) haired child's eyes were narrowed in anger but showed no signs of guilt or regret by beating up a girl with their bare right fist.

My lips started to part ever so slightly as I stood up and walked towards the child with half-lidded (E/C) eyes that matched theirs although their eyes were much more vicious and filled with resentment than mine.

"I'm not abandoned!" A younger version of myself threw another punch at the young girl who could only wail in pain as she was scratching and grasping on to my left hand that was holding her throat down to stop.

I pursed my lips and began to feel uncomfortable seeing my childhood self beating someone up though I do remember doing something like this to every single children to teased me for not having a parent.

"S-Sto..." The young girl gasped out in pain. As I leaned over to take a look at her, I cringed. Her cheeks and her left eye was bruised and blood was starting to seep out of her nose.

She held an apologetic yet fearful look as she stared up at my younger self, who held no remorse whatsoever for beating up one of their peers.

"I... am," My frown deepened as my younger self raised their fists up to throw another punch at the young girl, who could only stare up at them with such fear.

"Not a failure!" Younger (Y/N) shouted and collided her fists straight in the young girl's noise. A small sickening sound of a nose being broken caused me to cringe.

No pleads, wails or groans of pain can be heard from the young girl which made me assume that she passed out.

Or died, probably. 

I couldn't remember much about this particular girl since I used to beat up so many children before that I couldn't care less if they died or not.

Younger (Y/N) pants heavily and removed themselves from the young girl but kept their angry (E/C) eyes on her just in case she wakes up again so they'll beat them up once more.

The younger version of myself didn't show any anger after that. Instead, they just held an empty look as they hang their head down low.

I couldn't see their face that well due to the bangs covering up their eyes.

"My mom will come back... I know she will..." My younger self muttered, slightly glancing down at the bloodied and rough right hand.

"She has to come back... She has to..." My younger self began to clutch both sides of their head, not minding that their bloodied right hand is making their (H/C) hair dirty.

"She..." They muttered once more but with fear. It seemed like memories were starting to flash right before their eyes as they stared at the unconscious body of the young girl.

"She's..." Their trembling, wobbling voice became silent while they dropped both of their arms to their sides. 

Another set of memories have been returned back to me in a flash, causing me to chuckle and wallow in self-pity as I watched my younger self look up, their bangs still covering their face.

"She's never coming back..." My younger self chuckled sadly, my (E/C) eyes slightly glowing in both resentment and guilt through my (H/C) bangs that it scared me even though we're technically the same person.

My younger self disappeared, along with the young girl, into thin air. It's almost like they were never there in the first place.

But, the silence and the darkness was too aggravating and I couldn't take it. I never liked being alone but sucked it up because I knew I couldn't do anything about it. 

So, I lived through the loneliness and gave up, abandoning everything from my life and starting a new one.

Needless to say, the "new" life isn't that great either. 

It's average, boring, forgettable and it makes me want to kill myself because I realized that I can't even escape the loneliness that keeps lingering around my life for a very long time.

Unable to take it any longer, I shut my eyes and ran away to wherever my legs could take me. I'm so vulnerable right now but I just wanted to ease myself away from the reminders and the pain for a little while.

I just wanted to let some of that rotten water out of my jar so there's more space for me to fill in new ones.

"I love you."
"I love you."
"I love you."
"I love you."

The overlapping voices of people constantly telling me that they love me echo around the dark space.

The word itself holds a lot of meaning but the way that they say it, the way that they express it is bitter.

Bitter, bitter, bitter.

Too bitter.

There wasn't any love, no comfort, no desire and no truth. It was all lies. Their actions contradict to what they were saying. It's disgusting.

The lies that people pushed down to my throat eventually made me cough up and choke their lies out. Its those people that I really, really hate.

The only type of love that I want to feel again was like when my mother and I were still together without that pathetic excuse of a father ruining our lives with his shitty little face.

But nothing... there was nothing in the average world that could replace that love for me to feel happy again and it frustrated me.

I need it.

I need something for me to keep on living.

I need love and appreciation.

"You want to be loved, don't you?" The familiar voice of that orange hoodie kid made me turn around expectantly, only to be greeted by a (H/C) haired figure standing right in front of me with their eyes filled with resentment and bitterness. 

They wore clean white clothes that it hurt my eyes because of how pure the carbon copy of myself looked like.

However, their clothes didn't match their expression.

The same expression that I had when I was thinking about the lies of love a while ago.

Suddenly, the doppleganger's arms snaked up to my shoulders as they wrapped their soft yet small fingers around my neck.

Their grip around my neck tightened but they kept their fiery (E/C) eyes on my fear filled ones as if they wanted to see me die right before their own hands and eyes.

"So, (Y/N)..." Their chapped lips moved but their fingers also started to twist my neck sideways as I--

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"Wake up!"

I immediately opened my eyes and sat up. A throbbing pain started to emerge on my head and I slowly held my head to soothe the pain. 

What the hell just happened?

As soon as I began to recall all the previous events that happened, I removed my hand from my head and gasped lightly. 

I... met that child with the orange hoodie just a while ago after I fell asleep on my laptop...

Then, I ended up on the train without remembering anything that happened to me before that. Did they erase my memories of Harry Potter and my real life? 

But, how was I able to remember it all of the sudden?

Upon remembering the dream, I cringed slightly but felt confused for the most part. Maybe it was because of that horrible dream that I just had. 

Wait, did I just have a dream within a dream?

Is that even possible?

I noticed a small figure sitting on the edge of the bed right in front of me. It was the orange hoodie person. 

They winked teasingly before disappearing into thin air. 

They really love making things difficult for me, don't they?

"(Y/N) Rosewood!" I almost fell out of the bed once I heard a loud voice screaming right on my ears. 

"Who's dying and why!?" I exclaimed, holding my ears while looking around frantically. 

My eyes landed upon Alem, who had a look of anger yet tears were brimming on the corner of his eyes.

"...Why are you crying?" I monotoneously asked as I removed my hands from my ears. 

Before I can even tease him for crying, he tackled me to the bed which caught me off guard and we both fell on the bed with a creaking sound.

"I thought you were dead! You were unconscious for so long! When I came here to visit you, Madam Pomfrey told me that you were squirming and crying at the same time!" Alem exclaimed but his words were too fast for me to process. 

He was hugging me as if it's the end of the goddamn world and his tears were staining my robes.

I didn't say anything for a while until I recall Alem saying that I was unconscious for a long time. I immediately grasped both of his shoulders and lightly pushed him away from me. 

"W-Wait, how... long was I out exactly?" I stammered and I am definitely not ready for his answer because I fear that I was unconscious for a whole week. 

Wait, what if it's the end of the year and the hoodie person will come up and kill me!?

"Um.. 13 hours... I came here just after Professor McGonagall's class because there was still time before Professor Snape's--" Alem wasn't even able to finish his entire speech because I already screeched so hard that the whole Infirmary seemingly shook. 

Even though this is just a dream, I don't want to miss any chances of enjoying it!

"Alem, let's go! We're going to be late!" I screeched, grabbing Alem's hand and ran out of the Infirmary after I messily wore my shoes that was located right under the bed. 

I can hear Alem screaming for me to stop and asking me a bunch of questions I can't answer but I didn't stop and just kept on running. 

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"And what is the difference between monkswood and wolfsbane?" Professor Snape asked the nervous Harry Potter with an emotionless look on his face. Hermione shot her hand up on the air, barely missing Harry's face as she did so.

However, Professor Snape paid no attention to Hermione and kept staring at Harry for an answer.

Just as Harry was about to answer his question with sass and 'I don't know sir', just like his two previous answers to Professor Snape's sudden questions,

"I BITTERLY REGRET LILY'S DEATH, THE STOMACH OF A GOAT AND THEY'RE BOTH THE SAME." The door bursted open, revealing a messy haired (Y/N) with sweat clearly running down their faces and their working robes disheveled from head to toe.

Their shoes weren't even properly worn and their breathing was fast as their chest rose up and down to sync with the pattern of their breathing.

Behind them was Alem, who was kneeling down to the floor and breathing rapidly as well. Though he didn't look as messy and disheveled as (Y/N), he was sweating and looked hazardous.

Alem's hand slipped away from (Y/N) and immediately went up to his chest to stabilize his breathing.

Silence engulfed the entire Potions classroom and the only thing that can be heard was (Y/N) and Alem's heavy breathings.

Harry stared at the Rosewood twins, especially (Y/N) with wide eyes and mouths hung agape. 

Were they waiting right behind the door just to make such a commotion because there was no possible way that they could've known the answers to Snape's questions to Harry.

"Miss/Mr Rosewood, I believe that interrupting the class with your sudden outbursts to help Mr. Potter is not necessary." Professor Snape leaned away from Harry and his attention was now on (Y/N), who was a blushing mess.

On the corner of the room, Draco snickered and fought the urge to laugh at the scene that's unfolding in front of him.

"Uh... I... um..." (Y/N) stuttered, trying to find the right words to give Professor Snape an explanation for the sudden action. 

Alem looked mortified and wanted to just jump off a really tall building and die because the embarrassment and shame was overtaking him to an extreme.

"I will let it slide just once. Take this as a warning, Miss/Mr Rosewood and please make yourself look presentable." Professor Snape glanced up at the messy Slytherin from head to toe and slightly scrunched up at their appearance.

It was only then that (Y/N) noticed that they weren't all well dressed when they ran out of the Infirmary. Their face turned as red as Ron's hair.

"Y-Yes, Professor..." (Y/N) looked away and fumbled through their fingers.

"Mr Rosewood is to stay here and attend the class. Mr Malfoy will accompany you to the Slytherin common room. You two are excused." The Rosewood twins and Draco's mouth hung agape as they stared at the Potions teacher with disbelief.

The three knew that they can't change Professor Snape's mind when he decides something.

Alem, though, is fighting his mind to see whether he should just act as a volunteer or just leave (Y/N) alone with Draco. 

(Y/N) didn't mind Draco's company now that their memories have returned but definitely didn't expect Professor Snape to do something like that. 

Draco looked highly uncomfortable but didn't dare to question the head of the Slytherin house.

Before Alem could even come up to a decision, Draco already went up to (Y/N) and sent the Rosewood twins a scornful look before beckoning the messy Slytherin out of the classroom.

Alem was about to open his mouth to object but immediately closed it and walked inside the Potions classroom with a defeated sigh.

(Y/N) gently closed the door and allowed the Potions class to continue without them. As soon as they closed it, they sighed heavily and walked towards the Slytherin common room with Draco.

"I can't believe I have to stick around with someone like you." The platinum haired boy sneered and led the way to the common room without looking back at (Y/N).

"Then, why didn't you object when Professor Snape told you to accompany me?" (Y/N) snickered, placing both of their hands behind their back.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Rosewood. I can't object to the head of our house, especially if they expect me to do well on a certain task." Draco rolled his eyes and continued walking. 

(Y/N) hummed softly to his words and didn't push anything further.

Along their journey towards the common room, (Y/N) kept humming a tune just to keep the silence away from the two of them. 

They don't want things to get as awkward as it is.

Their hums eventually caught the ears of Draco and the platinum blonde haired boy slowed their pace to listen more closely.

He couldn't help but feel attached all of a sudden as soon as he heard them hum.

Draco began to think how it would be better if they just sung out loud just for him to hear-- 

Wait, why does he even think about something like that to someone like them!?

As soon as a hum came to an end, Draco felt a slight twinge of disappointment before regaining his fast pace and forgetting his sudden attachment towards the girl/boy. 

(Y/N) noticed this and cocked their head to the side.

Both of them thought of the same thing as they kept walking towards the common room,

What was that just now?

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After passing through a bunch of hallways and turning to different corners, (Y/N) and Draco finally reached the entrance to the Slytherin common room.

As they remembered, it was a dungeon and instead of having to climb a moving staircase, they only have to go down the stairs for a long amount of time before reaching the entrance to the common room.

Standing right in front of them was a plain stone wall with a small noticeable crack in it. (Y/N) looked confused and tilted their head to the side, wondering why they're just standing in front of a wall.

Draco cleared his throat and opened his mouth to say the password out loud.

"Pureblood." Draco says and the (H/C) haired girl/boy internally sighed in relief when Draco told them the password out loud.

(Y/N) forgot the password that was used by the Slytherins during their first year to the Slytherin common room so Draco was a huge help.

Of course, they took that as a sign to remember it so that they wouldn't have to be stuck outside.

On cue, the small crack stretched itself and what was once a small crack on the wall became big as the crack stretched farther so it'll be big enough for the students to enter.

(Y/N) gasped lightly as Draco walked through the large crack, following behind him so they wouldn't be left behind.

They felt excitement course through their body as they looked around the Slytherin common room as if they were a 5 year old child, looking around Disneyland.

Sure, it was a bit dark and doesn't look as lively compared to the other common rooms but (Y/N) didn't really care; they were just happy to be able to experience something like this even though it's just a dream.

(Y/N)'s smile widened once they realized that the Slytherin common room resembled greatly to the Pottermore's depiction of the Slytherin common room.

Just as they predicted, the Black Lake was visible to the naked eye in the distance. Actually, it's just dark and murky outside the window so they assume that they are in the Black Lake.

(Y/N) reminded themselves to try and communicate with the mermaids and mermen of the lake next time.

Some Slytherins were just sitting around in the common room; studying, chatting and doing a bunch of activities.

"Wow, this is really amazing!" (Y/N) exclaimed but within the earshot of Draco as they looked around and taking a mental picture of every nook and corner of the common room.

Draco grinned, pleased at (Y/N)'s reaction but was sort of surprised that they reacted that way. Most of the first year Slytherins weren't all that happy once the common room was revealed to them.

"Of course it's amazing; it's our common room." Draco stated as if it's the most obvious thing ever. (Y/N) scoffed silently but snickered as they turned around to face their 'tour guide'.

"So, where's my room, Malfoy?"

...

...

...

...

"...Am I really allowed to share a room with you guys...?" (Y/N)'s forced smile twitched evidently while Draco closed the door behind him.

"Of course not! I don't even want to share a room with you two but I had no choice because all of the rooms were occupied!" He crossed his arms and tapped his foot like angrily. (Y/N)'s smile faded and a confused look appeared on their face.

"You mean Alem's staying here too?" They asked, glancing over at the well-arranged bed that was next to their supposed bed.

"What, you didn't hear me or something?" Draco rolled his eyes. (Y/N) paid no attention to his attitude and didn't say anything about it since they don't really care at this point.

The platinum haired boy huffed silently at (Y/N)'s lack of anger. They would usually comment or get angry at him for acting like that but today, he noticed that they were different from yesterday.

They were all so challenging and upfront yesterday but today, they look like they're just... composed and unpredictable at the same time.

"He was staying up late at the Infirmary and the rest of the rooms were already taken when he came back. Unfortunately, we still have two available beds in our room so he and I had no choice but to let you two occupy here." Draco explained scornfully. (Y/N)'s mouth formed a small 'o' as they understood their roommate's explanation.

They sat on the edge of their four poster bed and spotted a familiar (favorite color) bag sitting on the floor next to the nightstand.

(Y/N) reached out for their bag to take it. They placed the bag on their lap and zipped it open. 

(Y/N) immediately rummaged through the bag to search for a towel, well if they did bring it with them.

They internally sighed in relief when they found a lone (favorite color) towel with a (shape) patterns around the towel.

After pulling the towel out of the bag, they began to run their fingers through the soft texture of the towel.

Draco watched the entire scene unfolding before him and rolled his eyes once more before turning around and opening the door. 

"Are you going back to class?" (Y/N) looked up from their towel as Draco walked out of the room.

"Of course, I am. I don't want to be here more than I need to be, especially with you." He sneered, turning his head to look at (Y/N).

"Oh... well, thanks for showing me the way anyway. It's been a pleasure." (Y/N) grinned while hugging their towel to their chest. 

Draco pursed his lips and blushed slightly at their words while holding an angry look at the polite Rosewood in front of him.

Their sudden change of behavior was too much for him to handle but deep down, he sort of prefers this (Y/N).

To hide his reaction, he immediately turned around once more and shut the door close behind him, leaving (Y/N) on the room by themselves.

Draco stood in front of the door for a while, thinking about his weird conversation with (Y/N).

"What's gotten into me?" Draco mumbled to himself before walking back to class.

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I blinked twice before standing up and placing the towel on the bed. My eyes spotted a Slytherin robe hanging neatly on the wall next to my bed.

I smiled as I tip toed to get the Slytherin robe on the wall. 

"Thanks, Alem." Chuckling, I examined the robe for a while before placing it on the bed, just beside my towel.

I noticed a lone mirror reflecting my own reflection and I slightly cringed once I saw my appearance. 

Considering that I am a first year student here at Hogwarts, I'm guessing that I'm an 11 year old kid.

I looked so different when I was 11 years old and now, I finally got the chance to be able to look at my 11 year old self again.

My face looks way younger than my usual pimple filled face and I look way shorter. My hair was sticking out in every ends and my working robe was extremely disheveled. 

My shoes weren't even properly worn.

"I look like shit." I laughed pathetically to myself. No wonder Professor Snape asked me to make myself presentable.

"And you smell like shit; you seriously need to take a bath." My eyes widened in surprise once the orange hoodie figure appeared from behind me.

I immediately stumbled back to create some distance between us while holding my chest to stabilize my heart beat.

"You again? Seriously, you need to stop appearing on random places just to scare the hell out of me!" I exclaimed angrily but they just laughed and crouched down to my height.

"11 year old kids aren't allowed to swear, you know? Should I punish you for misbehaving?" They smirked and I raised my fist to hit them straight on the face.

Before my fist could collide with their face, they disappeared again and I cursed silently for my failed attempt to hit them.

"I'm not 11 years old! I'm (your actual age)!"

"But you're 11 years old now so you're not really (your actual age)..." I yelped and turned around and saw them sitting on the bed while eating a lollipop.

"Physically, you damn trap; I'm (your actual age) mentally." I crossed my arms and emphasized the 'mentally' part.

"Woe oh woe, you're hurting me with your poor attempts to insult me. Also, can't you think of a name for me?" They placed their hand on their chest dramatically while a fake tear escaped from their eyes.

"No, you're not worth it. I'm gonna go with 'orange kid'."

"That's a great name, (Y/N)! Alright, let's go with Erised instead!" They snapped their fingers happily while I just sent them a deadpanned look.

"...Did you just name yourself after a mirror?"

"Yep! And besides, the name is pretty much perfect so what's the big deal?" Erised shrugged their shoulders and placed both of their hands inside the pockets of their orange hoodie.

"It's just... it doesn't really roll off the tongue all that well..." I frowned and took the towel on my bed.

"Your opinion doesn't matter to me, (Y/N)." Erised laughed and I huffed angrily before walking over to a door located on the corner of the room which I assume to be the bathroom.

"Also, you'd better hurry up and get to your broomstick lessons or whatever that was. Potions are about to finish." Their voice rang in my ears and I immediately went inside the bathroom.

My mouth hung agape at the sight of the bathroom. It was big nonetheless and it was beyond my expectations. 

Is this really even a bathroom? It's two times the size of my apartment!

I shook my head and immediately washed myself off. 

It felt weird to see my... 11 year old body but it's my body anyway so it doesn't really matter.

Within 10 minutes, I ran out of the bathroom while the towel that was covering my body threatened to fall.

After hastily wearing my undergarments, I immediately wore the Hogwarts uniform along with the black socks that I found in my bag.

While attempting to wear the socks, I almost fell down on the floor but thankfully, I managed to catch myself.

I grabbed my Slytherin robe and hurriedly wore it while feeling a tingle run down my spine.

I can't believe I'm actually wearing an actual Slytherin robe. I can't even afford to buy Harry Potter merch because I'm so broke.

After combing my hair and putting my shoes on, my eyes fell to the lone black wand that was on the bag.

Come to think of it, I assumed that this was Alem's wand before.

I internally cringed at my stupidity before placing the wand inside the pocket that was underneath the robe.

"Jesus, I hope I'm not late." I didn't even bother to close my bag because I already ran out of the room and closed the door in the process.

I passed through a bunch of older Slytherins that were chilling in the common room, running my way towards the courtyard to take my flying lessons.

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❝You have to believe in yourself, challenge yourself and push yourself until the very end.
That's the only way you'll succeed.❞