ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 ʷᵒˡᶠˢᵗᵃʳ/ᵈʳᵃʳʳʸ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

September 1st, 1991

I wake up. I rub my face and touch my forehead. My scar burns. I reach over to the bedside table and put on my glasses. The room suddenly gets a whole lot clearer. I get up and run to Moony and Padfoot's room.

"MOONY!" I holler. "PADFOOT!"

Padfoot sits bolt upright. "It's Hogwarts time!" He says, getting out of bed.

Moony gets up more slowly. "Harry, it's 8 am."

"And we have to get ready!" I say. "We're meeting Ron at the Platform at 10!" I say, annoyed.

"Fine."

Moony makes us breakfast. "Write everyday." He says.

"I'll write 3 times a week, Moony." I say, far more reasonably.

Moony laughs. "Okay."

Soon, we are on the Platform. I give Moony and Padfoot one last hug as I get on the train. Ron and I find an empty compartment and stow our trunks away. Not long after, a pale, blonde boy walks in, followed by two, larger boys.

"So, it's true." He says. "Harry Potter's going to Hogwarts."

I stand up. "I'm him."

He looks me up and down. "Hmm. Well, I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. You'll-"

"Hello!" I say brightly.

He looks taken aback. "Oh, um, hi, I guess. Well, this is Crabbe and Goyle."

"This is Ron." I say, gesturing towards Ron.

Malfoy scoffs. "A Weasley, I take it."

Ron nods, eating a chocolate frog.

"My father told me that all Weasley's have red hair, freckles and more children than they can  afford." He says haughtily.

"Well, that's not a very nice thing for him to say, is it?" I ask.

Malfoy eyes me. "What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?" I ask

"You're so..." Malfoy says, thinking. "Happy. And nice."

"Those aren't bad things." I say. "And I'm always like this."

Malfoy rolls his eyes and scoffs.

"Do you want to sit?" I ask.

Malfoy shrugs. "Sure. I guess."

His eyes flick towards Crabbe and Goyle. "You can go."

The boys scamper away, clearly glad to be free of him.

"Do you want a chocolate frog?" Ron asks.

Malfoy looks disgusted as Ron eats. "Um...sure." He gingerly takes it.

"So what house do you want?" Malfoy says. "I'm hoping for Slytherin."

"The house of Dark wizards?" Ron scoffs. "Why?"

"My family has been for generations." He says, clearly hurt.

"So was Padfoot's." I say. "He was a Gryffindor."

"Who?" He asks incredulously.

"One of my fathers." I reply.

"Your parents died." He replies harshly.

"My adoptive father." I clarify.

Malfoy purses his lips. "Well, I still want Slytherin."

"I want Gryffindor." Ron says, mouth full.

"Me too." I add peppily.

Malfoy looks at us, disgusted. "You guys are weird."

"You can go back to your friends if you like." I say.

He shakes his head. "No. That's all right. I don't like them, anyway."

Soon, we arrive at Hogwarts. We get in boats to cross the lake. Malfoy, Ron and I sit in a boat with a girl with bushy brown hair and big brown eyes.

"I'm Hermione Granger." She says, sticking out her hand.

I shake it. "I'm Harry Potter." I say.

Her eyes widen. "Are you really? I've read all about you, of course." She says.

"You have?" I ask. "I'm in books?"

"Well, sure!" She says, shocked. "You didn't know?"

"I suppose not." I reply.

She shrugs. "Who are you?" She asks, gesturing to the others.

"Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Malfoy says.

"Ron Weasley." Ron says.

She nods. "Well, I'm a Muggleborn and-" Malfoy scoffs. "If you have something to say, just come out with it."

"Well, Muggleborns are less smart, aren't they? Their certainly inferior." He says rudely.

Her eyes narrow. "No, Malfoy, they aren't. There is so scientific evidence defending your claim." She says definitely.

"What evidence?" He asks, not understanding.

"Oh, nevermind!" She sighs angrily.

Soon, we stand in a line, waiting to be sorted.

"Granger, Hermione!" A professor in a tall green hat says.

Hermione goes up.

"GRYFFINDOR!" She smiles and sits down.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

I fidget anxiously with my hands.

"POTTER, HARRY!"

Gasps ring out around the hall. I'm a little queasy by now. I jam the hat on. Hmm...curious. Well, Slytherin could help you on the way to greatness. Please not Slytherin, I think. Well, if you're sure.

"GRYFFINDOR!"

I run over and sit next to Ron. Then, I see Malfoy at the Slytherin table. Guilt stabs my gut. Now he's all alone.

"What about Malfoy?" I ask Ron.

"Oh, screw him!" Ron says. "He was mean anyway."

I nod, but something about that doesn't feel right. "Okay...if you say so."

Later, I lay in my bed, when an owl flies through my window. I rip the letter form off it's leg.

Potter,
It's too bad you aren't in Slytherin. We could have been friends.
Draco Malfoy

I frown at the letter. I pick up a quill and a piece of parchment and write back:

Malfoy,
We can still be friends, we will have classes together.
Harry Potter

I send it back with the snowy owl that came through the window. I turn over in bed. Well, if me and Malfoy are friends, there's no need to feel guilty and besides, I have Ron...