A/N ~ this prologue is pretty important, so skip at your own will :) I really hope you guys enjoy the story x

Y/N Scamander was the daughter of two rich Hufflepuffs. She had H/C hair and shining E/C eyes and a sarcastic but cheerful personality.

Y/N was the youngest child, and had a brother, Rolf Scamander, who was a year older than her... he was also a Hufflepuff, just like their mother and father and everybody else in their pure-blood family.

Y/N also had an unusual secret that even her closest friends and parents didn't know about: Whenever she'd lost her temper, as in screaming in anger level, she causes destruction in some sort of way.

Once, when she was 7 years old, she was angry at her brother for hitting her with his toy broomstick. She accidentally made the broom burst into dust  in one blink. And the scary part was, she didn't remember when or how it happened.

Only her brother knew about it... she made him promise not to tell their parents. She knew it wasn't a good thing, and was afraid they would fear her for having the ability to destroy things.

The destruction has gotten worse and worse every time she lost her temper, but luckily, it didn't happen very often. It sometimes made her fear herself. Perhaps one day she would understand what it was, but for now, it was her little secret...

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"Ready for your first year, Niff?" Rolf asked, nudging Y/N's shoulder. The 11 year old Y/N growled as she pushed her trolley through the busy King's Cross station grumpily. Y/N's trunk and owl cage shook slightly as she walked faster.

"Don't you dare call me that at school." she said with her nose in the air. Niff was a nickname Rolf had given to her, because he thought she sounded like a Niffler when she cried (which was not really often). Y/N never liked that nickname, but she was now stuck with it.

"Hey guys, would you mind not snapping at each other all the time?" Their father said from beside Rolf. Mr Scamander was a kind looking man at the age of 35. Every male on his side of the family (including Rolf) had puffy dirty blonde hair and a charming smile.

Mr. Scamander checked his watch. "Oh Merlin, we're going to be late." he walked faster.

"Hurry, Rolf, you go through the barrier with Dad. And Y/N, you follow me after." said their mother.

Mrs Scamander was a beautiful Y/NA (your nationality) witch. She had a bubbly but cocky personality, and she was often seen smiling... Y/N's looks resembled her mother's drastically, although their personalities were totally the opposite. Mrs Scamander was also a very well-known Auror (aka dark wizard catcher). 

Rolf and Mr Scamander picked up their speed and rushed through the barrier between platform 9 and 10. Mrs Scamander looked down at her daughter and smiled warmly.

"Ready, Niff?" she asked teasingly. Y/N huffed.

"So funny, Mum." she said, unamused, making her mother chuckle. "But I'm ready."

The two looked at the hard brick wall in front of them. They started to walk fast at first, and eventually broke into a jogging run. Y/N closed her eyes as the barrier came closer to her. A gush of wind blew into her face, and when Y/N opened her eyes, she found herself in the middle of a crowded platform 9 3/4. The red Hogwarts Express gleamed above the train tracks beautifully.

"C'mon, Darling. We've lost Dad and Rolf." Mrs Scamander said. Y/N gaped at the sight of the Hogwarts Express. She was extremely excited and Nervous for Hogwarts. Her brown owl, Bamboo, hooted happily in his cage. "Sean! Rolf! We're over here," Mrs Scamander called, waving her hand in the air, but Mr Scamander and Rolf did not hear her through the loud platform.

Y/N was so in awe, she hadn't been watching her steps. She bumped right into a girl with bushy hair and slightly bucked teeth.

"Sorry!" Y/N apologised. The girl turned to her, and to Y/N's surprise, she smiled.

"It's alright," the girl said. She was around Y/N's age and had a giant bag of hardcover books strapped to her back. Y/N smiled at the girl quickly before trotting after her mother. She saw Rolf and her Dad grinning at them mischievously.

"It's not the time to mess around, you two." Mrs Scamander said with a frown causing her husband and son to laugh. "We're really late, you kids must board the train immediately." Y/N's mother raked her daughter's hair and gave her a shaking kiss on her forehead. "Be good, Y/N."

"Send me lots of letters, K?" Y/N said with a pleading expression. Her mother laughed and said,

"Trust me, you'll forget us the second you arrive there." she patted Y/N's shoulder and turned to her son.

"No kiss, please." Rolf said, a little bit too late. The Scamanders pulled their two children in a tight hug and planted little kisses on their forehead. Y/N chuckled and Rolf scowled.

"OK, I think that's enough." said the youngest Scamander. "Bye, Mum. Bye, Dad." she waved at them and smiled, pushing her trunk into the caboose of the train.

"Good luck, Y/N. Don't get into trouble, Rolf." Mrs Scamander sniffed.

Y/N watched as her parents waved energetically and turned to her brother, who was already stepping onto the train.

"I don't need your help, you can go find your friends." Y/N said with a shrug. Rolf scoffed.

"Wasn't going to help, anyways." he cackled before earning a slap on the arm from his little sister. "See you at Hogwarts, Niff." he hurried away before she could slap him again.

Y/N rolled her eyes and followed her brother onto the train. The Hogwarts Express was busy and was filled with students running aorund. Y/N walked passed them uncomfortably, clutching her purse and her Owl's cage. "Sorry- um, guys, excuse me. I need to get through, hello?"

She strode  through the train corridors with Bamboo's cage in her hand.

Suddenly, she saw from afar, a sizzling orange spark flying towards her. It was zooming wildly and looked like it was about to burst. Y/N's eyes widened in horror.

"MOVE OUT THE WAYYY" said a pair of identical redheads. Y/N yelped and ducked into a compartment, just in time as the firework spark burst into a dozen more. The twins burst in laughter and ran after the spark.

"Oh, thank Merlin." Y/N muttered, gripping the cushion of the seat she had landed on. Her owl, Bamboo, was screeching in shock as his cage rolled on the ground. "Sorry, Bambs." Y/N muttered.

"Err, excuse me." said a voice behind her head, causing Y/N to jump. She whipped her head around.

The voice belonged to a skinny raven haired boy with emerald eyes and glasses. He looked familiar, but not enough for her to recognize who he was.

Y/N froze and realised she was gripping onto the boy's arm and not the seat she had landed on.

"I'm- I'm so sorry." she stuttered, before sitting up straight and letting go of his arm. "I didn't mean to- the twins, with the fireworks-" The boy blushed slightly.

"It's alright." he said quietly.

"Fred and George, again. They're bloody mad." sighed a redhead boy sitting across from them. He had a kind and freckled face. He smiled at Y/N kindly. "I'm Ron Weasley by the way, you are?"

"I'm Y/N Scamander." Y/N said with a polite grin. Ron raised his eyebrows and shook her hand enthusiastically.

"Waaaiiiit, your father wrote one of the books on our list!" he exclaimed. "I remember, Nate Scamander or something." Y/N chuckled.

"Newt. Newt Scamander. And he's my grandfather. Nice to meet you, Ron." Y/N turned to the raven haired boy next to her. "And you are?..."

"Oh," the boy blinked and stuck out his hand. "Oh, I'm Harry Potter. Nice to meet you, Y/N." the boy said with an awkward smile, as Y/N shook his hand.

"Harry Potter?" Y/N exclaimed, her heart racing, as she noticed the lighting scar on his forehead . She had read about Harry from one of her history books. His story was incredible. The boy who survived the most evil wizard of all time... Lord Voldemort. Y/N then realised she was staring at him and quickly looked away, hiding her excitement. "Erm, nice to meet you, Harry." she said.

Harry's face was unnecessarily red. He was probably cold, Y/N thought... Oh wait, it's the middle of summer.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Harry said again with a smile, and Ron let out a loud 'pfffft' sound. "Oh, I already said that..." Harry realized, and shook his head awkwardly.

Y/N shook her head and laughed. Merlin, Harry Potter was awkward... who would've thought The Boy Who Lived, the only person who'd survived You-Know-Who, had bad social anxiety?

Having The Boy Who Lived as her classmate and possibly her friend? Y/N was going to have so much fun at Hogwarts...