CHAPTER I
Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was sitting alone in an empty compartment as the Hogwarts Express slided through the beautiful Scottish landscape. The ride had already lasted for about an hour and the boy was getting rather bored as he had nothing to do or no one to talk to. He had thought about trying to do something with his wand, but had dismissed the idea as soon as he remembered that he didn't knew any proper incantations and that things at Ollivander's hadn't gone exactly well. He stayed put, leaning his head against the window and staring out of the large window. All that, however, meant that he couldn't have felt more fortunate, when he heard the door of the compartment creak open.
"I heard that Potter was on the train," said the blond boy, who had entered with two others. Harry recognized the blond boy as the one he had seen at Madame Malkin's. "Is this true? Are you Harry Potter?" He took time to study Harry carefully as he made his way to the seat opposite to the other boy's. His whole face had been taken over by a rather unpleasant sneer and Harry wasn't sure he liked it.
"Yes. My name is Harry, Harry Potter."
"Funny," the blond didn't continue to explain what exactly was funny and the black-haired boy got an impression as if the other one knew him better than he, himself. Then again, it seemed like every single person in the wizarding world could have defeated Harry, when it came to being familiar with his past.
Two boys, who were still silently standing in front of the doorway, smirked maliciously, even though it was clear that they hadn't understood what their leader had meant either.
"I'm Draco Malfoy. My father is quite powerful." He made an expectant pause. For a few seconds the compartment was completely silent and unfortunately the silence was rather awkward. Suddenly Harry realized that the bold boy probably wanted him to react somehow.
"Oh, yeah, so you are Draco Malfoy, son of Mr. Malfoy, that is then," he tried to sound interested. "Brilliant!"
It was a lousy attempt at showing any kind of knowledge about this mysterious Mr. Malfoy and surely enough, Draco caught that, rolling his eyes before cutting off the other boy.
"So, tell me, Potter, would you like to be my friend?" His tone suggested that this wasn't as much of an offer, but an order and Harry figured he could really do with a friend. Even if the friend in question happened to be a rather unpleasant blond boy, who seemed to have a habit of sneering.
"Yes! Sure!"
"Great!" Draco Malfoy looked quite satisfied with himself. "See you at the sorting then, Harry Potter," he gave the other boy one last look. "You should also get you glasses fixed. They look broken."
Before Harry even had a chance to answer the blond had already risen from the seat and left the compartment with his two large companions.
"Doesn't feel like much of a friendship yet," he thought gloomily as he resumed to staring out of the window.
Thank you for reading and please review!
This is kind of an experiment for me, so I'm not sure how far it will go. We'll see, I guess.
However, at the moment I'm perfectly happy with writing about arrogant eleven-year-old Draco, as he is a rather fun character.
This will be rated K for the first chapters as well, let's face it, they are eleven.
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