Quick Summary:

Harry and Draco never got along. However, something would change that in sixth year. Whether it be that Draco and Granger started getting along (in that way), or if Snape had finally started getting more tolerant of Potter. Tempers were low and spirits were high. Their friendship would be legendary.

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This is a setup that I have always wanted, and now I have finally decided to take it into my own hands and create it. This is my first fanfic and I have absolutely no experience, so please just bear with me. I'll be updating this as much as I can and hopefully finish it before February. I haven't got much except for an introduction (below) but I plan to make this pretty big. I'll think of more ideas...suggestions would be helpful. Enjoy.

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Gather round, first years. Gather round.

I am sure many of you may know me from your collectible cards, posters, books, or from the many stories you have undoubtedly heard from your parents, but I shall introduce myself anyway for those of you who come from muggle backgrounds and such. My name is Albus Dumbledore, and I am (and have been for many years) your Headmaster of the Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It has been tradition, for a long time, before all of you were ever born, for me to tell you a story when you first come to Hogwarts. The first years before you heard it, and the first years before them have heard it, and the countless classes before them have heard it as well...all they way back to when it first started about seventy years ago. It is a famous story about two famous wizards...perhaps the two most famous wizards of all time...even more famous than I am. Can anyone guess which pair I might be talking about?

You there...in the back. You have your hand raised isn't that right?

Ah yes...correct. It is a story about Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

As you can all see, I am a very old man, and I have seen much in the life of mine. I am so old, in fact that the Ministry of Magic is beginning to suspect me of owning an unregistered Philosopher's Stone. Of course, they are being silly. The last stone was destroyed ages ago. If you all want to know the true secret of my longevity...then listen carefully children. It's these delicious candies that give me the strength to live. I particularly like the lemon flavored ones. Care for a sample? I have plenty. Oh how I would love to go back in time and thank the inventor for his great deed to humanity...but my, my, we are getting off topic.

Anyway, I was telling you...although I have witnessed many great tales, nothing I have seen has ever been so great as the story of these two. They were children, same age as you, when I first met them. I had known Mr. Potter earlier, but he was only a baby and I can hardly call that a meeting. I remember their glowing faces when they first stepped into my school. Minerva was telling me her sorting hat predictions when they stepped into the grand hall...

*** Some hours later***

It was sixth year, I think that was when the true adventures began. Now I know you have all enjoyed my retellings about the Chamber of Secrets, and the reopening of the Tri Wizard Tournament, and you may think...'Why what can be more exciting than that?', well this was the year where things so wonderful happened that they dwarfed all that happened before. Let me see...ah yes...I think I remember now which one it was stored in. Minerva, come here. Please pass these blue marbles to everyone in the room.

Everyone...these blue marbles that you hold in your hands are known as Recallers...a much more advanced version of the Rememberall. Listen carefully, for I will give you instructions on how to use them. I know that I have relayed accounts to you by word up to now...but the next part of my story will be too much for me to tell. Besides, my mouth is getting dry and I need a bit of rest...now grab the marble tightly and give it a small shake. I have already stored the story in the globes you are holding, the only thing you have to do is close your eyes. Soon your head will begin to swim...do not be alarmed for it is all part of the process. When you open your eyes again, you will be back 70 years and ready to watch the grand adventure unfold.

Enjoy. You may begin... ... ... You may begin... ... ... William? ... ... William, it's OK, I promise you will not be harmed. Just grab the ball...it doesn't hurt, just grab it...you see? Like this...just grab and shake. Severus, give the boy a hand...

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This is purely non-profit fan fiction...

Harry Potter, Albus Dumbledore, and whatever recognizable characters, terms, and places you see here are owned by J.K. Rowling, absolutely one of the best authors I have ever read...

I am not affiliated with J.K. Rowling or Warner Bros. or whatever other companies that may own rights of any sort to Harry Potter. I do not claim to be affiliated with them...and so on and so forth. You know the drill.

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