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There was a day I would have cared about the looks I was receiving. The quiet and studious glances of those that thought they knew me, but in reality, they had no clue. I was nothing more than a political figurehead in the game that was invented long before I was born. I am the Boy Who Lived. The public thought that because they have heard of me, knowing me was only logical. Yet, that isn't how it works. But I cannot say anything to the contrary. Politics is a very delicate game. One that I have already begun to test.
From the moment I walked into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the game I didn't know existed had been put into jeopardy. The Minister was worried. The World was worried. I was the only one that wasn't. I didn't know what was at stake. I didn't know the price that came with unwarranted fame. Every look, every action, every word I said was analyzed and scrutinized. I was a specimen to be examined. An anomoly to be sorted out. I was different. Once again, I was a Freak. I was tired of being labled. I wanted to rise above it all. No matter the cost. No politics. No expectations.
It was no wonder I was sorted into Slytherin. To be sorted as anything else now just seems preposterous.
My life in the first few days of my First Year of school was of a different nature. Alliances were made. Friendships formed. And the tenuous one I had made with the red head named Ron, dissolved. It was one of the stipulations Draco Malfoy had if he were to befriend me. I could deny the blonde nothing. He was my ticket to salvation. The one way I was going to be able to survive in a House of cutthroat competition and a people with the will to rise above all others. A will that almost rivaled mine. Looking back on it, Draco probably recognized my ambition from the beginning. That's probably why our friendship even existed.
I am not crying. As I write this, my eyes are dry. I am an Eighth Year now. Come to finish the year we all missed. It was an unexpected thing, Voldemort's return. I was expected to fight him. So I did. And it nearly cost me everything. Fine. So I am crying. But only because it DID cost me everything. Or MY everything. But let me start from the beginning.
I first noticed Draco Malfoy before school even began. Before I realized I was caught in a game of cat in mouse. Before I was a political pawn used to advance the needs of Ministry officials everywhere. I used to be innocent if you could believe it. I used to enjoy the little things. Like walking into a Robe Store and noticing a beautiful haughty blonde.
I used to be so innocent as to believe liking this boy from the first glance was something normal. If only.
"Are you going to Hogwarts too?" The angel before me had asked. And like an idiot, I could only nod.
"What House do you think you'll be sorted into? Personally I know that I'll be put into Slytherin. It's the best of the Houses, you see." The boy continued onwards, oblivious to Harry's confusion. "Every one if my family members where Slytherin, so I'll be welcomed whole heatedly. I'll be a celebrity! The Prince of Slytherin! Wouldn't that be grand! Draco Malfoy, celebrity! "Again I nodded mutely.
Several minutes passed in silence as the seamstress Madam Malkin adjusted the boy's robes. "Well?" the boy Draco said with an air of impatience. "What House do you want to go into?" I had no clue what he meant, but my sense of stuff preservation, always attune to the situations around me, gave me the answer. "Well Slytherin of course!" I managed to say in an uncharacteristic drawl that sounded a lot like Draco's. It sounded like I thought Slytherin was the only option. The most obvious, and this boy was an idiot for not realizing that from the beginning. From my silence. He should have taken silence as agreement. From then onwards, whenever we talked, he always took silence as agreement. But at that point in time, all Draco did was grin savagely and say, "But of course."
From that moment I knew we would be friends, or that both of us would try to befriend the other. It was advantagous. Logical. And it would do well to enter a new school with a friend.
I stuck out my hand to the gorgeous blonde and smiled in the same manner, "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." The gleam in Draco's eyes was unmistakable. But that was okay. Two can play at any game. And I always win.