AN: This is my first Harry Potter fanfic. All comments are welcome!!!
I had always imagined becoming close friends with Harry Potter. My father told me that he would most likely be in Slytherin. He told me that Harry would be a great, and important friend.
The day I got my letter to Hogwarts, I was pleased, but not surprised. I knew it was coming, for my father was a School Governor. On July 31, the unofficial "Harry Potter Day", my father came home from work.
"Well, son," he said, "Harry Potter will attend Hogwarts. We were able to scare the Muggles sufficiently. Meet him on the train. Better yet, on the platform. Do not fail me in this son. We need the power a potent friend can bring."
Eleven years old, I looked up at my father, Lucius. "I will not fail you father."
Beaming, he looked down on me. "That's my boy." Then he bent down to whisper something in my ear. "Remember-the future of the Malfoy family rests in your hands."
I was incredibly nervous. The first day of school. A week earlier while shopping in Diagon Alley, I happened to make two friends. Actually, I shouldn't say friends. Those two blockheads might be good friends with a dog. But, Crabbe and Goyle had muscle, something my scrawny frame lacked. They needed me to survive in an academic school. Plus, their fathers had been Death Eaters with my family. They would make good friends.
Waiting on the platform, I searched for Harry Potter. My parents had long since left. Where could he be? Certainly Harry Potter would not be late! Not him! At three minutes to eleven, I saw a crowd of red-headed boys burst onto the platform. One black haired boy was among them, but I thought nothing of it. I was busy trying to place those boys. Ah-ha! Weasleys! My father had scoffed about them at home. What had he said?
"That family doesn't have two Galleons to rub together. Damn the lot of them. They are not the sort of friends you should make, my boy!"
With a swish of my cloak, I turned to enter my designated compartment. I would search the train for Harry later.
Flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, I began searching the train for Harry. Not only had my father instructed me to befriend him, but personally- I wanted to. This was a person famous before he had really been able to do anything in the world. He was obviously powerful. I wanted to be a person recognized like him. I wanted to be somebody, and unlike my family, a good somebody.
Walking into a compartment midway down the train, I saw two of the boys who had gotten on the train at the last moment. They were stuffing their faces with food from the trolley lady. Pigs, I thought.
"Can we help you?" one asked, turning towards me. Then I saw it-the scar. There was no doubt that the black haired boy was Harry Potter.
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