A Different Fate

Malfoy not Weasley

DISCLAIMER:::: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER  I DO NOT EARN MONEY FROM THIS  ALL RIGHTS GO TO JOANNE ROWLING 

　　"Have a good term," said Uncle Vernon with an even nastier smile. He left without another word. Harry turned and saw the Dursleys drive away. All three of them were laughing. Harry's mouth went rather dry. What on earth was he going to do? He was starting to attract a lot of funny looks, because of Hedwig. He'd have to ask someone.

　　He stopped a passing guard, but didn't dare mention platform nine and three-quarters. The guard had never heard of Hogwarts and when Harry couldn't even tell him what part of the country it was in, he started to get annoyed, as though Harry was being stupid on purpose. Getting desperate, Harry asked for the train that left at eleven o'clock, but the guard said there wasn't one. In the end the guard strode away, muttering about time wasters. Harry was now trying hard not to panic. According to the large clock over the arrivals board, he had ten minutes left to get on the train to Hogwarts and he had no idea how to do it; he was stranded in the middle of a station with a trunk he could hardly lift, a pocket full of wizard money, and a large owl.

　　Hagrid must have forgotten to tell him something you had to do, like tapping the third brick on the left to get into Diagon Alley. He wondered if he should get out his wand and start tapping the ticket inspector's stand between platforms nine and ten.

　　At that moment a group of people passed just behind him and he caught a few words of what they were saying.

      "Ugh I hate all of these muggles being here." Drawled a man. Muggles! He said muggles! Harry swung around, his messy black hair getting in his eyes.  He saw a tall man with long blonde hair. He was talking to a woman with black hair- except for one streak which was white. She had her hands on the shoulders of a boy with slicked back hair. The boy from the robe shop. No one else was around, so Harry approached the woman from the side.

　　"Excuse me," Harry quietly asked. "Do you know how to get to platform 9 3/4?" "Oh of course, dear. Where are your parents?" The woman asked nicely. "They.....well um, they're dead. They died when I was a baby." "Oh my," she gasped. Turning to the man, she whispered almost inaudibly, "You don't think, could it be him? He certainly resembles James Potter." "Did you say Potter? That's my last name!" Harry exclaimed.

　　"Oh my!" The woman said. "Yes well, we should introduce ourselves. I'm Narcissa, this is my husband Lucius, and this is Draco." "You can call me Drac." The boy said sticking out his hand. "I'm Harry Potter." Harry said, warily grasping the boy's hand. "Well, this could be great for us. I mean, the benefits of Draco and Harry Potter being friends are monumental." Muttered the man, Lucius. "Oh stop it. You'll ruin it for them." Narcissa hissed at her husband. "Hey, I'm really sorry for whatever I said at the robe shop that was offensive to you. I really didn't mean it." Draco said to Harry.

　　"Okay boys, it's time. Now, all you need to do is go straight through the wall between platforms 9 and 10." Narcissa said. "You should do it at a run if you're worried." "Don't worry, she's not lying. I've done this before." Draco said while smiling at Harry. "Okay then." Harry replied slightly confused. "Here, I'll go first." Draco said. Harry watched as he pushed his trolley towards the barrier, and schoop Draco vanished through the wall. "Your turn, dear."

He heard Narcissa say behind him. Harry began to push his trolley faster, he broke into a run, closed his eyes and prepared for impact, and nothing.

　　He opened his eyes to see people milling around, with a big sign that said "Platform 9 3/4". "Oi! We'd best get on now, there are only a few minutes left to board." Draco said nudging Harry. "Oh yeah." Harry said as they began to climb aboard. "Bye Draco!" Harry heard Narcissa's voice ring out. Draco hung out the window and waved to his parents until they were out of sight. Harry sat there pulling at a string coming from his shirt. All of a sudden, the door slides open and a boy's face sticks in. He's got red hair, freckles, and a long nose with a speck of dirt on it. "Anyone sitting there?" He asked pointing at the seat next to Harry. "Everywhere else is full." He remarked. Draco began to scoff a little, but before he could say anything, Harry replied, "Sure." "Um, he's a Weasley, Harry." Draco said under his breath. "So? I don't know many people and he seems all right." "If you say so." Draco replied. "Are you really Harry Potter?" The boy blurted out. "Yes, and you are?" "Ron, Ron Weasley. And you're a Malfoy I assume." Ron said distastefully. "He's actually really cool despite what you probably think." Harry interjected. "Okay, I'll get to know you." Ron replied.

The story continues regularly, except Draco is part of the gang, and plays spy like Snape instead of being on Voldemort's side.