As an opener, I would like to say thanks for taking the time to click on my story, I appreciate it. :D I also hope that this isn't Mary Sue. I don't think it is, but I also haven't read every Draco/OC story ever written. :/ If it seems Mary Sue-ish, I'm sorry. Please comment with anything you think could make the story better or even if you have an idea for a later chapter. I'll stop rambling now, so, without further ado; here is the first chapter of In Love With a Slytherin:

"Oh my!" I heard my Gran mumble from downstairs.

"Ember! Come down here! You've got a letter!" Looking up from skimming through my book (Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them), I sighed, then marked my place and got up. I jogged down the steps and into the living room, where Gran handed me a mildly thick envelope made of rough parchment. Gran looked positively thrilled. I flipped it over to look at the forwarding address, but all it said was:

Ember Sparks

1419 Sycamore Lane

Surrey, England

This was written in very loopy handwriting. I flipped the envelope again and noticed the seal for the first time. It was the Hogwarts emblem. I let out a breath then looked excitedly at Gran. She nodded encouragingly. I looked back at the envelope, then carefully tore it open. There were two pieces of parchment inside, and I pulled them out.


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Miss Sparks,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress

I handed it to Gran with a huge grin on my face, and read the other page.


First-year students will require:
sets of plain work robes (black)
plain pointed hat (black) for day wear
pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar)
winter cloak (black, with silver fastenings)
Please note that all pupil's clothes should carry name tags.

All students should have a copy of each of the following:

The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1)
by Miranda Goshawk

A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot

Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling

A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch

One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi
by Phyllida Spore

Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them
by Newt Scamander

The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection
by Quentin Trimble


1 wand
1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2)
1 set glass or crystal phials
1 telescope
1 set brass scales

Students may also bring and owl OR a cat OR a toad.


I handed her that page as well, and she read it quickly.

"Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them? You can probably recite that book forwards and backwards. All of these other books should be easy enough to find. Looks like we'll need to make a trip to Diagon Alley tomorrow!" Just then, Grandpa walked in from the garage.

"Oh, Daniel, you're going to be so happy! Although why they wouldn't have accepted her I could never guess… Look!" She shoved the papers into his hands. He adjusted his glasses, then leaned back to read the papers. After a moment, he looked at me and smiled.

"Of course, I knew you'd get in. How could you not, considering your bloodline?"

"Which house do you think I'll be put in?" I asked. I knew it would either be Slytherin or Gryffindor, but I wasn't sure which.

I know, I know. Slytherin and Gryffindor are on complete opposite sides of the scale, but that's my family. Nearly everybody in my family was either Slytherin or Gryffindor. I guess you could call it sort of a curse, but I'm not sure. Everybody except for my great aunt Edna and her husband Fred, who were both from Gryffindor, were Slytherin/Gryffindor couples. I don't know why, but it always seemed to happen. My dad had been a Gryffindor, and my mom a Slytherin, and of Dad's parents, who I had been living with since Mom and Dad's death, Grandma had been a Gryffindor, and Grandpa a Slytherin.

Grandpa looked at Gran, who then looked at me.

"I don't know, sweetheart…. Either way, you'll be a great wizard, I'm positive." She said. I smiled, then took the list out of Grandpa's hand. That night, I read it over and over again at least 50 times, maybe more.

~The Next Day~

"Ember, get up and get dressed, so we can go get your school supplies."

"Huh? What?" I muttered groggily.

"You heard me." Gran said then walked off. I rolled over and looked at the ceiling. Then it hit me that we were going to Diagon Alley today. I jumped out of bed and slammed open my dresser drawers. After I changed, I ran into the bathroom to brush my teeth and hair, and then rushed downstairs. Gran was sitting on the couch, holding our vase of Floo Powder.

"Oh, Ember, your Grandfather already apparated to Diagon Alley, said he's going to stop by Gringotts, then meet us at Ollivander's." Nodding, I grabbed a handful of Floo Powder from the vase. I stepped in the fireplace.

"Diagon Alley!" I said, then threw the powder down. A burst of flame engulfed me, and I waited for my stop to arrive. When I had reached my destination, I shook my head to calm the dizziness. A moment later, Gran stepped out of the grate.

"Alright, now, we'll have to go straight to Ollivander's to meet Daniel, since he's got all the money we'll need."

"Alright, that's this way, isn't it?" I heard her say yes as I turned left and started walking quickly towards the shops.

"Slow down, Ember, I'm old, remember?" Gran said from behind me. I answered as I turned a corner.

"Sorry, Gran, I'm just-" I stopped when I ran into someone.

"Oh, I'm sorry!"

"Watch where you're going!" I looked up and saw a bleach-blonde headed boy with an upturned lip looking at me.

"I really am sorry, I wasn't paying any attention!"

"I could tell that. Now you've gone and gotten my new robes all dirty!" Just then, an older man walked up. He looked remarkably like the boy.

"Be nice, Draco. She apologized." Just then, Gran walked up from behind me. She stopped cold when she saw the man. Her face showed disgust. He looked equally repulsed. He put a hand on the boy, whose name was apparently Draco, and steered him around us and out of the alley without another word. The boy looked just as confused as I felt. Gran pushed me forward and muttered, "Ollivander's…" I walked slower than before, trying to figure out what had just happened. After a silent moment, I turned to Gran.

"Who was that in the alleyway? Why'd you look so mad?" She sighed.

"I suppose I knew that this would happen, since I knew their son would be accepted to Hogwarts the same year as you… That man's name was Lucious Malfoy. His son's name is Draco. Lucious was a colleague of your Grandfather's a long time ago, and they lived nearby, so they would come over with their son, and your parent's would drop you off so you two could play together. In fact, from the time you were a baby to the time you moved in with us, you two played together at least once a week."

"Why did that stop?"

"Well…you know, when You-Know-Who killed your parents-" She paused to take a deep breath. I looked away for a moment, then back at her.

"When he lost his power, many of his followers came back to our side, claiming they were brainwashed, and didn't mean any of it. The Malfoys were some of the first to come back. Of course, we hadn't known that they followed him, but all that brainwashing nonsense is a load of bull if you ask me. After what happened to your parents, we couldn't bear to hang around with them, seeing as how Lucious may very well have contributed to their deaths. But that's all done now, and we have arrived at Ollivander's."

"But Gran, why did he-"

"Stop asking questions, now, Ember. I mean it." She gave me a stern look, and I pushed all questions to the back of my mind. We walked silently into Ollivander's, where we were greeted by a happy man with crazy, gray hair.

"Hello there!" He turned to Gran.

"Ah, yes, I remember you. Jennifer Grile, or at least that's what it was then!"

"How can you remember? It was so long ago! And it's been Sparks for quite a while now. Ember, I'll be outside, waiting for Daniel." She said, laughing. Mr. Ollivander turned to me again.

"You must be young Miss Ember Sparks, then. I was very sorry to hear about your parents. I remember the wands I sold them, as well. Your father: Ten inches, Yew, with a Dragon Heartstring core. Your mother: Nine inches, Elm, with a Unicorn Hair core. But that's not what we're here for, is it?" He walked back to grab a box, then walked back to hand me the wand from inside.

"Just flick it a bit." I did so, and he took it almost immediately. He grabbed another, and handed it to me. I flicked the wand, and a group of boxes fell off of the shelf. I gave him a sheepish look, and he muttered, "No, no, no…," before taking the wand back.

He walked along the piles of boxes, repeatedly grabbing them and putting them back, muttering to himself.

"No…no… Oh, heavens no! Aha…" He looked at me for a moment, then back at the box in question. Cautiously, he took it in his hand, then walked back to the front desk. He carefully took out the wand and placed it in my hand. I flicked. A bout of green and blue sparks shot out of the end, and he looked at me.

"That, Miss Sparks, is a wand, made of Oak, Nine and Three Fourths inches, with one of the only four Phoenix Feathers ever donated to make the core of a wand." My eyes widened.

"And it just so happens, that the wand has chosen you as its owner."

"Mr. Ollivander, you said there were only four Phoenix Feathers ever used as wand cores… Who do the other three belong to?"

"Well, one belongs to me, and one does not yet have an owner…"

"And the third?" I prompted him.

"The third… belonged to He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named." I gasped.

"But…why do you suppose this wand chose me?"

"I do not know, but wands with a Phoenix Feather core are very picky about their owners, and therefore, I expect you to do wonderful things, Miss Sparks." Just then, another girl, about my age, walked into the shop. He gave me one last look, then turned to her.

"Thanks, Mr. Ollivander." I muttered as I walked out of the door.

Why this wand picked me, I had no idea, but if what Mr. Ollivander had said was true, and one of the only other Phoenix Feather cored wands belonged to You-Know-Who, then my own must be a very special wand indeed.