Disclaimer: evil-sami-poo's idea; J. K. Rowling's characters. The Sorcerer's Stone: Part One

"Have you ever heard the phrase 'If I could do it all again, I wouldn't change a thing'?"

"Yeah, and I can just tell you right now that it wasn't me who said it."

"…Explain?"

"My life, the way I've lived it, has caused nothing but death and destruction—a Hell on Earth for all who entered it. If I could live it again, I'd change it all."

"But if you could change just one thing?"

"…I would have met Malfoy first."

"Is that what you want do—what you really want to change?"

"…Yes. If I could change just one thing about my life, it would be that. That nobody I've cared about—nobody I've loved in these past years--would ever be hurt. The danger I've put them through and the loved ones they've all sacrificed to keep me safe…I wasn't worth it."

"And you think that by bringing Draco into your life, it will be worth living? You will be free of the pain and the guilt that comes from knowing that your very existence puts your friends in danger? Do you know how this will affect him?"

"I don't give a rat's arse what happens to any of those Voldemort worshippers!…the Malfoys especially."

"That's what you say…for now."

"Forever…."

"I'm not so sure about that."

"And what do you know?"

"Everything…."

"Yeah, right, and who the bloody hell are you to say that?"

"...God."

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At the station...

"Platform nine and three what? Is this some kind of joke, boy?"

"No, sir. I mean, I don't know, exactly. I was just given the ticket."

"Well, then, off with ya! I don't need trouble from the likes of you this early in the morning."

"Keep moving Draco." My head turned in the direction of the voice. What kind of name was Draco? "You're going to be late and we, as Malfoys, are never to be late for anything."

"Why the Hell does the damn platform have to be in the middle of this filthy muggle station?" Wait, muggle? Did he just say muggle? "Now I have to carry these bloody trunks. I wish that stupid elf could go out in public." Elf?

I had no other choice but to approach the two. They looked like father and son to me and the boy was, at least, my age.

"Excuse me?" I tried to get their attention but I could tell that they were ignoring me. "Excuse me, did you just say 'muggle'?"

Well, that worked. They both stopped and turned to look back at me. The one known as Draco was the first to speak.

"What's it to you, boy?"

"Draco!" The supposed father scolded. He lifted the cane that I hadn't bothered to notice earlier and touched my forehead with the tip, pushing my hair back in the process. The boy's mouth opened slightly.

"I-Is that…?"

"Yes...Harry Potter, am I correct?"

"Yes, sir, do you know where the platform is?"

"...Come with me."

He continued to walk on and I followed him. The younger boy took a moment to realize that we were leaving him, but he came eventually.

"My name is Draco Malfoy," He smirked at me "heir to the Malfoy fortune. I'm sure you've heard of us."

"No, sorry," his face faltered a little "but it's nice to meet you, anywhoa!"

The old guy just disappeared into a bloody pillar!

"What?" The blonde raised an eyebrow.

"D-did you just see that?" His smirk came back.

"It's called magic, Potter."

"But—but won't the people notice?"

"Those idiots don't notice anything."

I followed him into the bricks.

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On the train…

"Crabb, Goyle, this is Harry Potter."

The jaw-drop after greeting was beginning to seem normal. Most of the time, I didn't even have to say my name, they just knew.

"Are you…really?" The rounder one, Crabb, asked. I lifted up my messy bangs to show him my forehead.

"Cool." The taller one said. "It looks like a snake, you must be a Slytherin."

"Slytherin?"

"You idiot, it's a lightning bolt." Draco corrected him. "And of course he's going to be in Slytherin. How many legendary pure-bloods aren't?"

"What's a Slytherin?" Crabb and Goyle both laughed and Draco's smirk returned when he answered me.

"You've never heard of the great Salazar Slytherin, Potter?"

"No."

"Well then, let me explain…."

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The first time in Hogwarts…

"Well, well, well, look here, Potter. Another muggle-loving Weasely has come to pollute our halls. I could see the red hair and hand-me-down robes from a mile away."

"You're not very nice, are you?" A frizzy brunette inquired.

"Oh, and look, you've made a little mud-blood friend. Know you're place, girly, you don't talk to me like that."

"Mud…blood?"

"Muggle-borns, both of her parents were muggles." Goyle explained. He and Crabb seemed to find this all amusing. I had to admit that it was. Muggles are terrible creatures. The Dursleys proved that.

"Are, my parents are muggles."

"And what's so bad about muggles, anyway?" The Weasely defended. "They're fascinating, they are."

"They're filthy, that's what." I snorted.

"And who the bloody!…A-are….You're…."

"What's that, Weaselby?" My blonde friend teased. "Don't you know a legend when you see it, or are you just that dumb?"

"Alright," An old brunette woman in Gryffindor robes, I think she said her name was McGonagall, called for our attention "first-years line up and follow me through the doors. It's time for the sorting to begin."

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In the Great Hall…

"SLYTHERIN!"

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To be continued…

If there are any people out there reading this story that don't believe in the all-knowing and benevolently all-powerful, immortal that most refer to as God (according to my aunt, that's all "Harry Potter" readers and gay people of the world; she thinks wizards are the spawn of Satan), I just want you to know right now that I don't care. He might be introduced in this first chapter as a character but the truth is that this will probably be the last time you see him (in the story, that is ;). So don't come crying to me if religious beings are way too much for you to handle.