Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me nor does the thought of the Severitus challenge.

A/N: My thanks go to Deathy for tricking me into writing this. She was also my beta. So, here is the first chapter of her Christmas present. Fair warning to all: There will be abuse and slash. After all, it is a Severitus. Enjoy!

Imfractus Magus

Chapter 1: Prius Magus Ludus

Harry stared in amazement into a world he never knew existed. The hustle and bustle of a crowd was something that Harry had never seen before. He was not too sure of what to make of it. Harry saw wizards and witches making use of their magic. Everywhere he looked, shopping bags were floating, snaps were exploding and people were apparating.

Several hours ago, a giant named Hagrid had informed him that he was a wizard. The Durselys had lied to him when they said that magic does not exist.

Amazed yet scared of the sights and sounds of Diagon Alley, Harry did not notice that Hagrid was pulling him into Gringotts, the Wizarding Bank. Here, he found hundreds of small, clever creatures with pointed ears and very long fingers and feet. He was watching as the goblins were attending to both witches and wizards alike. He thought he heard Hagrid mention something about money, but Harry was too preoccupied with his surroundings to care.

They made their way to a free counter. The goblin, Griphook, looked down at Harry and then up at Hagrid.

"I am assuming you want to make a withdrawal."

Hagrid glanced at Harry then nodded his head.

"Key, please."

Hagrid shuffled through his coat pockets. It seamed that he had everything in there! Hagrid was pulling out cakes and wrappers, candies and letters, quills and spare parchment. He finally found the key hidden in his pocket behind a picture of his parents. He handed Griphook the key. "Follow me, please."

Hagrid and Harry followed Griphook to a large door. Griphook slid one of his long nails along the frame. The designs on the door jumped away from his touch, but with the guidance of Griphook's hand, they formed a line surrounding the outside of the door itself. The latch on the door lifted and the gigantic door swung open.

Inside, Griphook ushered the two into a waiting railway cart. The cart hurtled its way through twisting and turning passages.

Harry closed his eyes, too nauseous to concentrate on where the cart was taking him.

It seamed like it took forever to get to Harry's vault. When the cart finally stopped, Harry stumbled to a wall. His knees were quite shaky, but otherwise he was in decent shape.

Griphook opened Harry's vault door. Harry stumbled over to his vault.

"This is mine?"

"Yes, Harry," said Hagrid. "Don't think y'r parents would leave ya with nothin', now do ya?"

Harry took a handful of money and placed it in a pouch Hagrid handed him, then gave it to Hagrid for safe keeping.

The ride back to the main floor of Gringotts seemed even worse than the ride down. Once they reached the main floor, Harry was unable to exit the cart without help. Harry had turned pale with the slightest hint of green.

"Shake it off Harry," Hagrid said once they had gotten outside.

Harry nodded, as he was still too nauseous to speak.

"Now, here's y'r money, now. And here's a list o' school supplies. Meet me here in three hours, now Harry."

Harry took the list handed to him. He read his school supply list and saw that the first thing on his list was robes.

He thought he heard Hagrid say something about a "Leaky Cauldron," but when Harry turned around to ask Hagrid what he had said, the giant was no where to be seen.

Harry wondered off. Where he was headed exactly, he didn't know. While walking past shops, he noticed one by the name of Madame Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. He entered the shop.

The shop, Harry thought, resembled the description of the tailor's shop that had been described by a teacher in primary school. Harry had never seen a tailor's shop, but the differences were obvious.

"That's quite enough, Draco!"

A raspy voice shouted from across the room.

"You wouldn't want your godfather to hear about this now, would you?"

"But Madame Malkin," shot an enthusiastic voice, "Those filthy Mudbloods deserved what they got! Only if Father would have been there! He would agree with me without a doubt!"

"I'm not listening to you anymore, Draco!"

Madame Malkin noticed Harry standing in doorway. She walked over to him and ushered him to a stool near Draco to take his measurements.

"Good afternoon, dear. Hogwarts robes I'm assuming?"

"Yes, ma'am," replied Harry. He felt uncomfortable as tape measures, rulers and robes and pins flew about him in a hurry. What made Harry feel even more uncomfortable was Draco himself.

"I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy."

"Harry. Harry Potter."

Both Madame Malkin and Draco gasped. The entire room came to a stand still. Madame Malkin began crying tears of joy.

"So you're Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived!" Harry stared blankly at Draco.

"You're famous," said Draco when he saw the expression on Harry's face.

"No, I'm not."

"You boys are all set," interrupted Madame Malkin. "Please, Mr. Potter, don't worry about the robes. Consider them a gift."

While Draco was paying for his robes, Harry got the chance to take a good look at him.

Draco was in good shape for an eleven-year old. He had a lean, well-defined face. He had white-blonde hair and was rather attractive. Harry considered befriending the boy. Then he remembered what his uncle had told him when he had told his uncle that he had made a friend at school:

"You're lying to me, boy! Who would befriend you? Everyone hates you! No one would ever be friends with a freak!"

Harry turned to leave.

"Harry! Harry, wait up!"

Harry turned around and waited for Draco.

"You have no idea why you are famous, do you?"

Harry shook his head.

"I can help you with that!"

Draco grabbed Harry by the hand and dragged him off to Flourish and Blotts. As they gathered their school books, Harry was told of the night his parents died.

"But my parents died in a car accident," Harry protested when Draco informed him that his parents had been murdered.

"No, they didn't. Where did you get that Idea? Your parents were murdered by a wizard so evil that we magical people don't refer to him by name." Harry stared at Draco in utter disbelief.

"If you don't believe me, here, flip through this book."

Draco handed Harry a copy of "The Fall of the Dark Lord".

Harry gazed through the book with wide eyes. Never had he seen a picture of his parents before, nor had he known the truth behind their death. The book only confirmed what Draco had said. Harry had now become angry at the Durselys. They had lied to him about his own parents' deaths! His mother, he read, was a strong witch. His father was also just as strong. And to think they died in a car accident!

While Harry was reading, Draco took the opportunity afforded to him to study Harry. Draco thought he looked weak and emaciated. In fact, he looked closer to six or seven years old. He didn't look close to eleven. There was something that just didn't seam right. The boys finished getting their school books. Harry also bought "The Fall of the Dark Lord," and a few other light-reading books.

"You have your wand, I'm assuming," asked Draco as they left Flourish and Blotts.

"Wand?"

Draco sighed. He grabbed Harry's hand and dragged him into Ollivander's Wand Shop. Mr. Ollivander was a kind, but creepy old man. He knew instantly who Harry was and which wand would suit him the best. Not wanting to scare him, he let Harry poke around and have a bit of fun. The first wand Harry tried out had turned Draco's skin sky blue. The second had caused a rain cloud to form overhead and rain gumdrops. Another wand blew the windows out. Yet another had caused Draco to become a rather funny looking, sky blue ferret.

But alas, it was time. Mr. Ollivander took out the only wand he knew that would be right for Harry: eleven inches, holly with a phoenix tail feather core. It was a perfect match, as was expected. "The wand chooses the wizard," Mr. Ollivander said uncannily. He was talking to no one in particular, which frightened Harry. Draco didn't seam to notice.

Harry paid the 7 gold galleons for the wand.

Once Harry and Draco had left, they took a look at their school supplies list.

"Potions ingredients left," Draco remarked.

Eager to get their shopping done, they hurried to the Apothecary.

They went inside, only to walk into a tall man with black robes and long, black, greasy hair.

Severus Snape had known that it was not a good idea to be in Diagon Alley a month before the start of school. He knew that Diagon Ally would be jammed with shoppers. Unfortunately, he was in desperate need of some potions ingredients needed to create the Draught of Living Death. Being rammed into from behind had only made him wish that he had never gotten out of bed. He turned around to glare at whoever had just walked into him.

"Please excuse…, oh, hello Uncle Sev! Sorry about that! Uncle, this is Harry…"

"…Potter. Yes, I am aware."