1 CHAPTER ONE: A Dragon In the Alley
"Welcome," Hagrid said, "to Diagon Alley."
It was only last night when Harry learned about him being a wizard, and him going to Hogwarts. To tell you the truth, he's still confused and still can't explain the event but there he was, walking with the giant, off to buy his school supplies.
Harry looked at the list and found 'robes' on top. He continued to stroll until he reached the shop with the sign 'Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions' above the door. He stepped in to have himself measured for the uniforms. Then the real story started.
There was a boy, about his age, at the back of the shop, standing on a footstool. The boy was with an old woman who was trying on robes for him. This boy had a pale, pointed face with a mean expression on it. His blond hair was neatly combed and brushed up, and his blue eyes were sharp and full of emotions.
Harry walked towards the footstool next to it, and Madam Malkin approached him carrying a black robe. Finally, the boy talked to him. Harry found out that this boy would be studying at Hogwarts too.
This could be a good start, he thought, having my first friend in the wizard world. He learned about Slytherin being the best house, well, according to the boy. Because of this, Harry wanted to be in Slytherin – not Gryffindor, not Ravenclaw, not even Hufflepuff - for there's where his friend would be.
Slytherin's the best. Slytherin's the best. I want to be in Slytherin. Those thoughts lingered in Harry's mind. Before he knew it, he was out in the alley again, off to continue his shopping.
The first day of the term came, and it was about time when he needed to go to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters for the train to Hogwarts. As he boarded the Express, another first year student walked in and asked if he could sit with him. This boy's name is Ronald Weasley.
Harry found the first half of the ride quite boring, since he was only eating lots of sweets. He and Ron talked about different things, including Hogwarts. Ron mentioned that Slytherin is the worst house you'll ever belong to, because dark wizards all came from it. Harry's impression about Slytherin rapidly changed.
I don't' want to be in Slytherin.
Then, about halfway through the trip, a group of three barged in on their cabin, one of which looked awfully familiar.
Of course, the boy in the robes shop! Harry thought.
The boy introduced himself. "My name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," said the boy.
So Draco's his name!
But just after he spoke, the thought of this boy being would-be Slytherin distorted his impression. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," Draco said, offering a hand to shake at the end of his line.
What's this boy saying? Is he outta his mind? "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," Harry responded coolly. These statements stirred up Draco, making he and his 'bodyguards' leave the compartment.
Moments later, a feeling of mixed panic and regret rushed to Harry's mind.
What did I just do?! I ruined the opportunity of having him as my friend… No. I'll say I'm sorry. I can't just let that thing happen.
Harry thought of all the possible ways he could do in order to apologize to Draco. From the train to the boats, that's the only idea on his mind. This sort of bothered him until the Sorting Ceremony, which gave Harry another thing to worry about.
"Welcome," Hagrid said, "to Diagon Alley."
It was only last night when Harry learned about him being a wizard, and him going to Hogwarts. To tell you the truth, he's still confused and still can't explain the event but there he was, walking with the giant, off to buy his school supplies.
Harry looked at the list and found 'robes' on top. He continued to stroll until he reached the shop with the sign 'Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions' above the door. He stepped in to have himself measured for the uniforms. Then the real story started.
There was a boy, about his age, at the back of the shop, standing on a footstool. The boy was with an old woman who was trying on robes for him. This boy had a pale, pointed face with a mean expression on it. His blond hair was neatly combed and brushed up, and his blue eyes were sharp and full of emotions.
Harry walked towards the footstool next to it, and Madam Malkin approached him carrying a black robe. Finally, the boy talked to him. Harry found out that this boy would be studying at Hogwarts too.
This could be a good start, he thought, having my first friend in the wizard world. He learned about Slytherin being the best house, well, according to the boy. Because of this, Harry wanted to be in Slytherin – not Gryffindor, not Ravenclaw, not even Hufflepuff - for there's where his friend would be.
Slytherin's the best. Slytherin's the best. I want to be in Slytherin. Those thoughts lingered in Harry's mind. Before he knew it, he was out in the alley again, off to continue his shopping.
The first day of the term came, and it was about time when he needed to go to Platform Nine and Three-Quarters for the train to Hogwarts. As he boarded the Express, another first year student walked in and asked if he could sit with him. This boy's name is Ronald Weasley.
Harry found the first half of the ride quite boring, since he was only eating lots of sweets. He and Ron talked about different things, including Hogwarts. Ron mentioned that Slytherin is the worst house you'll ever belong to, because dark wizards all came from it. Harry's impression about Slytherin rapidly changed.
I don't' want to be in Slytherin.
Then, about halfway through the trip, a group of three barged in on their cabin, one of which looked awfully familiar.
Of course, the boy in the robes shop! Harry thought.
The boy introduced himself. "My name's Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," said the boy.
So Draco's his name!
But just after he spoke, the thought of this boy being would-be Slytherin distorted his impression. "You'll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there," Draco said, offering a hand to shake at the end of his line.
What's this boy saying? Is he outta his mind? "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks," Harry responded coolly. These statements stirred up Draco, making he and his 'bodyguards' leave the compartment.
Moments later, a feeling of mixed panic and regret rushed to Harry's mind.
What did I just do?! I ruined the opportunity of having him as my friend… No. I'll say I'm sorry. I can't just let that thing happen.
Harry thought of all the possible ways he could do in order to apologize to Draco. From the train to the boats, that's the only idea on his mind. This sort of bothered him until the Sorting Ceremony, which gave Harry another thing to worry about.
