Draco's Story
Chapter 1
I had no doubt at all that I would be sorted into Slytherin house. Well, if I wasn't, my father would disown me! My first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry went very well indeed. My mother, father and I arrived at Platform 9 ¾ at exactly 10:00am, an hour before the Hogwarts Express was due to arrive. Of course, my father had reserved a whole carriage for myself, Crabbe and Goyle. Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were sons of my father's friends. Seeing as they were starting Hogwarts at the same time as me, Father thought it a good idea to set me up with some friends, even before we arrived at the school, just to show that I was more important than everyone else, which of course, I was. I was part of the Malfoy family, and I was the righteous Malfoy heir who would inherit Malfoy Manor and all the money with it when Father died. I was, of course, the most important, not to mention richest student Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was going to see for a long time.
The Hogwarts Express train journey went very well indeed. I had already said goodbye to my mother and father ten minutes before the train arrived, as they had a very important meeting to attend at 11 o'clock on the dot, the time of which the train always arrived. I made my way to the reserved carriage near the back of the train to meet Crabbe and Goyle.
Oh they really were idiots. They did not stop eating for the entire journey, food that I had paid for! I had been planning on buying the whole trolley of food, but some idiot further down in the train had bought most of the trolley already. In the end, I was glad I hadn't bought the whole trolley, seeing as Crabbe and Goyle would've eaten it all, then been sick all over the lovely "First Class" carriage. I called it First Class, as I really was first class and deserved to travel in luxury.
The train soon arrived at Hogsmeade Station. As we all left the train, I remembered what my father had told me about being escorted to Hogwarts from Hogsmeade. An idiotic tramp going by the name of "Hagrid" would lead us to the boats which transported us across the Black Lake to the castle. I also remembered that the Slytherin common room was somewhere in the depths of the Black Lake, under the cool, mysterious water. Water was the element of Slytherin house, the element that most Slytherins warmed to most.
As we crossed the Black Lake in the small boats, I started thinking about the four Hogwarts houses. My father had given me a lecture on the history of them, and Slytherin was the house I was to be in, without question. I suited all its traits, and each proud heir of Malfoy Manor had been in Slytherin, dating back as far as the family tree goes. If I wasn't in Slytherin, my father would disown me for sure. But I wasn't worried. I would be sorted into Slytherin, no question about it. I could not last a second in any of the other houses. The nerdy Ravenclaws would get on my nerves as soon as I spoke to them. The dumb Hufflepuffs would just make me want to punch them in the face for being so annoying. As for the Gryffindors, there was no question about them. I would never sink so low as to be sorted into Gryffindor. The goody two-shoed show offs had nothing to be proud about. Gryffindor was our – sorry Slytherin's nemesis house, if you like. They were the complete opposite to Slytherin. I was sure that I would hate every single one of them. I knew this even before we got to Hogwarts!
The next half hour went by in a flash. We arrived at Hogwarts castle and a Professor called McGonagall explained to us about the four houses, which of course I already knew about. Some brainless boy in our year had lost his pet toad and suddenly found it behind the Professor. He embarrassed himself by going to collect it. Why, in the first place, would you get a toad? Horrible creatures. So slimy and disgusting.
That was when I met Potter for the first time. Now, my father had told me I should try to befriend Potter seeing as he was so famous, and for all we knew he could become a fellow Slytherin. And sure enough, I tried. I introduced myself proudly, but it seemed he had already made friends with…oh I can't even say the name. It is a disgrace. He had made friends with a Weasley. A Weasley! I knew in an instant that I would not get on well with Potter if he had chosen to sink so low as even speaking to a member of the Weasley family. Them and their scruffy hand-me-down robes and ugly carrot hair. They were mudblood-loving traitors, and should be banished from the wizarding world as they were such a disgrace.
Potter declined my request as a friend, and anybody who does this faces me as their enemy instead. But I thought to myself, say Potter was sorted into Slytherin, and realized his terrible mistake of befriending a Weasley. I would probably try again at some kind of friendship-making. But say he was sorted into Gryffindor then absolutely not.
The Sorting Ceremony began. Student after student were sorted into different Hogwarts houses. There was a mixture of Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, Slytherins and Gryffindors. I clapped at every student sorted into Slytherin. Before I knew it, it was my turn to have the sorting hat placed on my head.
I walked up boldly to the stool, a smirk on my face, not making eye contact with any of the Professors. I sat down on the stool ready to relax, when suddenly a voice came straight away from the sorting hat, even before it had been fully placed on my head.
"SLYTHERIN!" it yelled.
A wide grin on my face, I slid off the stool and walked briskly over to the Slytherin table on the far right hand side of the Great Hall, which, by the way, was very great. It had an amazing bewitched night sky with candles everywhere for the ceiling, and it was massive, with huge great big glass windows on the walls. The four long house tables took up most of the room, and the teachers table was raised higher at the front, Professor Dumbledore in the middle. My father had told me that Dumbledore, the headmaster, had been in Gryffindor, so don't take a liking to him.
The welcome feast was glorious. I ate until my stomach hurt. It was possibly the best feast I'd had in my life, much better than the stuff our house elf made back at the Manor. Father kept insisting that the cooking standards be increased, but our stupid slave would not listen. Soon we would need to find a real cook to feed us something edible.
After the feast, we were told to follow our House Prefects back to our common rooms. I was excited by this, as Father had told me that the Slytherin common room was magnificent, a true home for pure-bloods. Located under the Black Lake, it was a cool, stone space furnished with leather couches and shiny wooden tables. It sounded very homely, and in a way, quite similar to the Manor.
Unsurprisingly, the common room was exactly how Father had described it, yet even more delightful. I loved it, every bit of it. It was perfect, and from that moment onwards, I knew I was going to enjoy my time at Hogwarts thoroughly, even though my two only friends so far were fat fools, and Harry Potter had been sorted into Gryffindor so now I was to become enemies with him. But there was something special about Hogwarts, I could feel it.
