Dawson's First Year
Chapter 1: The First Points Ever.
Dawson waved his hand frantically as the Hogwarts Express picked up its speed and left the King's Cross Station. He knew his mother was probably in be tears but his father always knew how to put a smile on her face so he wasn't worried about that much. He was worried about the sorting tonight, but he brushed that away and produced a book from his charmed bag pack. His mother was truly an intelligent witch. He began to read the book before two identical dark-haired boys came barging into his compartment claiming they haven't found an empty one.
"Ahh we're glad it's you." they both said in harmony. It was the Zabini twins.
"Hey, Zabini and Zabini." Dawson said nonchalantly. He spent so much time with them while their parents visited each other. Dawson was always the one who would cover up for them if they ever got into trouble. He often came with a witty explanation that would get the boys out of trouble. He tried to make them sit tight with him but they just wouldn't. Like his father, Dawson was a very collected boy. It's not that he didn't know how to have fun like the Zabini twins, it's just that his definition of fun was filling his brain with everything he could fill it with and he definitely got that from his mother.
"Stop reading once in a while and try to engage in a conversation with us, will you Dawson?" Ethan said and Aiden just nodded. Dawson inhaled deep and exhaled slowly.
"Fine. What are you talking about?" he asked, closing his book and putting it aside. The ferret he bought, much to his father's dismay, was sleeping on his bag pack. He picked the ferret up and put it in his lap.
"About the sorting ceremony tonight. What do you reckon you'll be sorted into?" asked Aiden.
"I'm a Malfoy. Obviously I will be sorted into Slytherin." He said as-the-matter-of-factly.
"But from our observation, you are most likely to be sorted into Ravenclaw rather than Slytherin. And if not Ravenclaw, you'll end up as a Gryffindor like your mother." Aiden said and was supported by his twin by nodding furiously.
"The Malfoys had been sorted into Slytherin since our existence, so I have to disagree with your verdict. What do you reckon you'd be sorted into?"
"Definitely Gryffindor." They both said in unison with a snicker etched on their faces. Well, no doubt they'd be sorted into Gryffindor. Both twins had been so smitten with their Uncle George and his stories about his adventures with his late twin. Much to his Aunt Ginny's distress, Uncle George kept telling them everything he and his late twin brother mischievousness while they were still at Hogwarts. He was pretty sure both of them would get a detention every two or three days the least. Honestly, he would be pretty shocked if they only got one detention a week.
"Well, I read somewhere; the Zabinis also had not been sorted into other houses except for Slytherin."
"Then, we'll be the first." They said in unison again. Honestly, if they were born as triplets, or quadruplets or quintuplets, they would have made great choir singers. Dawson hadn't met Potter but he was sure he was with the Weasleys. The Weasleys was one or two years older than them, but the frequent visits they had between the Malfoys, Potters, Zabinis and Weasleys resulted in them becoming friends and a game of Quidditch was never missed every time they gathered. He was sure he'd meet them once the train arrived at Hogsmeade.
While they were visiting the Burrow, Dawson couldn't help but notice that there was one Weasley he had never met. He asked Uncle Percy about it, and he told him that it was his Uncle Ron. Uncle Ron had left home before Dawson was born and hadn't come home since. He asked for the reason, but Uncle Percy said it wasn't his time to know about grown up things. He was a bit disappointed but nodded anyway. The compartment was silent because the twins had fell asleep, so he continued to be in deep thought, something a boy his age usually didn't do until he fell asleep.
Just before they arrived, they were awakened by James Potter telling them to change to school robes as they were about to arrive. They quickly changed and before they knew it, the train stopped signaling that they've arrived.
Despite the stories he had heard from his parents, aunties and uncles about the magnificence of Hogwarts, he couldn't help but be awestruck with the sight of the centuries old castle. The boat ride across the lake scared him a little but he managed to keep calm and hide his fear of the dark lake successfully. Much like his father, Dawson didn't show much emotion in public either. Only those who were closed to him knew what he was like, but even they couldn't explain his character to another person.
His classmates and he was gathered in front of the Great Hall tall doors moments before the sorting began. Professor Hagrid asked them to wait quietly so they did. From afar, a cackle was heard and it was getting louder. Dawson knew about Peeves, the poltergeist that often got students in trouble. The clown-dressed poltergeist cackled with mirth and decided to scare the first years. This one particular girl almost cried but the poltergeist wouldn't stop even when Professor Hagrid tried to chase him away. So Dawson drew his wand and muttered a confident 'waddiwasi!' and instantly a Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Bean flew away from a student's hand directly into Peeve's cackling mouth and choked him. He immediately flew away trying to get the bean out of his throat.
His classmates looked at him in awe, at least some of them were. The others muttered something like 'show off' or 'Death Eater' while glaring at him. He didn't care because he knew he was better than them. At least he did not judge them by their past, yet. He can be ruthless, but he chose not to, at least not yet. Professor Hagrid saw that and immediately clapped his hands.
"That was brilliant, Mr.–?" he inquired although he knew that only a Malfoy could have the lightest blonde hair ever.
"Malfoy, sir." He said politely.
"Mr. Malfoy. I'll give you house point when you're sorted later." Professor Hagrid said. Dawson hoped he won't forget that. He was the first student to earn a house point this year.
"Thank you, professor." He said with a charming smile. 'Exactly like his father. But that eyes.' Hagrid thought. He brushed it off and escorted the first years into the Great Hall to be sorted.
Dawson waited patiently for his name to be called. When it was his turn, he started sweating profusely, but it ended with a breath of relief when the hat shouted Slytherin. 'I guess father has to move on from threatening me. I pity you, Tristan.' He thought to himself while smirking. The Slytherin table cheered for him while the other houses muttered to each other.
'A Malfoy; I'm sure he's as evil as his father.'
'His mother is the war heroine right? Hermione Granger?'
'He's a Death Eater's kid. His grandfather is a Death Eater too.'
And a few others he caught with his ear. But that didn't falter his smirk at all. Instead, they grew wider, if he was older; half of the girls in the hall would swoon at his feet. Not to mention, a few boys too perhaps. He sat beside a seventh year that shook his hand like a Slytherin would, with grace and confidence. Not a moment later, the Zabini twins joined him at the Slytherin table. As much as he would like to strain himself from telling them 'I told you so,' he failed.
"I told you so." He said at the twins with a smirk. "Please don't take away the points I had earned earlier." The Zabinis snickered and said something that sounds like 'no promises,' and he shrugged it off. He watched the rest of the students get sorted and noticed the girl he saved from Peeves earlier. She was sorted into Hufflepuff. He found out from the chattering when he was still waiting to be sorted that the girl was afraid of clowns, and Peeves looked a lot like a clown.
He watched the girl sat at the Hufflepuff table and she caught his eyes. She smiled and mouthed thank you at him. He nodded politely and turned his attention to the Headmistress, Professor McGonagall.
"Welcome to the new students. I don't have much to say but a few rules. It's the same as the years before. As the late Professor Dumbledore said, and I quote 'First years should not that the forest in the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well.'" She cleared her throat before continuing, "I was informed by Professor Hagrid that a first year saved his fellow classmate before they entered the hall just now. I would like to award Mr. Malfoy twenty points for the quick response and brilliant spell casting." A round of applause was given and the Slytherin clapped the loudest as they were the first house to earn points, even though the first day hadn't even started yet.
Dawson nodded at the headmistress to thank her and then she announced for the feast to start. The Zabinis was gaping at Dawson for the points that he earned. "You look ugly, Zabinis." He said before ignoring them and started to eat. Once he was done, they head to the dungeon to find their trunks and cages of pets at the foot of their respective beds. He changed and get ready for bed, deciding to write his parents a letter tomorrow morning before breakfast.
He woke up early, got dressed and started to write a letter for his family.
'Dear mum and dad, grandfather and grandmother, you guys told me the truth. Hogwarts is indeed cool and I love the feast. Hogwarts is huge and it has a lot of stairs. Peeves scared one of the students in my year and she almost cried. I saved her from it by casting waddiwasi like Uncle Harry taught me for if I was ever annoyed by Peeves. She was sorted into Hufflepuff and I earned twenty points for saving her. Speaking of sorting, I along with the twins got sorted into Slytherin. I guess dad won't get to disown me. He should start threatening Tristan from now on. I think that's all I have to write. I woke up early to send you this letter and I'll miss breakfast if I don't stop now. Bye, I love you guys! Dawson.'
Once he was satisfied, he walked to the owlery and used one of the school's owls to send the letter. He petted the bird before telling her to send the letter to Malfoy Manor. He headed to breakfast. He already woke the Zabinis before he left the dungeon but if they were still late, he wouldn't be shocked. They stayed up late discussing about the possible prank they could enact on their first day of school. Dawson thought, maybe he could back them up if they were in trouble with their parents, but if they had any troubles with the teachers, he would be fine just sitting by and watching them suffer in detention. And Dawson couldn't wait for what would this day bring him.
A/N: So, I reread my previous work, Broken Beyond Repair (BBR: Or So She Thought) which I wrote about a year ago and couldn't help but found so many mistakes. I guess it's from the fact that I wrote them late at night, and of course I skimmed over it to find mistakes but failed to notice them. At the last chapter, I got their children mixed up so let me be clear. It was Dawson first, then Tristan and then Rigel. The littlest one was still in the womb. I'm glad I reread it because now I found something to write about. Behold... (Drum roll)... Dawson's First Year! This is kind of a sequel to BBR with only bits of Dawson's parents, le Dramione. The last few chapters of BBR are quite related to this sequel so, if you haven't read BBR, it would make me beyond happy if you read that first and leave a review. At first I decided to make this a one-shot only. But then I got carried away, and decided to continue this in the next chapter. After all, it is a year right. So for those who already read the BBR and asked for a sequel, here you go. It has less Dramione, but I guarantee you, they will be included. And please enjoy and leave reviews for me. Much love xx