Draco's POV- First Year
I am really nervous about the sorting hat, mum and dad say I'll do just fine. That I'll get into Slytherin, just like my whole family.
I don't think I will though. I'll be a disappointment to my family. I've disappointed them many times before.
Sneaking through The Manor, freeing the people being held in the dungeons.
They were my friends, why did my father lock them up.
I saw him cast spells on them, with green beams flying out of his want, killing them.
I never could leave the Manor, it was guarded well and if I escaped, I would be beat.
So I'd just sit there, next to the dungeons and talking to the wizards and things kept in there.
My favorite creature to talk to was Dobby, a house elf. He was always walking around the house, avoiding my father's glance.
I would do anything to keep him from getting hurt, he was my only friend.
My point is, I'm not a ruthless Wizard who runs around cursing people.
I am pretty young any way.
I stand awkwardly next to Pansy Parkinson looking at all of the people I knew were getting into Slytherin.
I see a boy with brown hair and a look of sheer terror.
I walk over to him. "Hello, I'm Draco. Who are you?" I knew who he was, but it would be rude to say, 'Oh hello, I know you, Harry Potter, you
defeated the person my parents work for...will you be my friend?"
I am not doing that! No way! "I'm Harry, Harry Potter," he replied.
"Oh, you're the one...that..." I say, stuttering, I didn't want to impose, but I wanted to be sure.
"Yeah, I defeated You Know Who, as a child." he said uncertainly.
"That's cool, my parents worked for him...but...I don't..." I say, unsure of what I was saying.
He smiles, "This is my friend Ron Wesley," Harry says pointing at a small ginger boy.
I knew who he was, but I need to make friends, so I will take chances. "Hi Ron...My dad hates you...but...I don't know you..." Gosh, how
awkward am I? Did I really say that? I will never have friends, "Yeah, my dad hates you too!" Ron says smirking. I nod and turn to the
teacher talking about sorting hats. Fun stuff... I'm SO nervous.
"Stephanie Wilson!" Professor McGonagall says while putting the girl on a stool. Suddenly she places a hat on her head and the hat talks.
"Hufflepuff!" the hat says and the next name is called. "Draco, Malfoy." I hear my name and walk up nervously glancing at my friends in
Gryffindor. "Gryffindor!" the hat says suddenly and I'm shocked, thats it...I'm officially getting kicked out of my house.
I sit next to Harry and then this girl with large hair and a smirk across her face.
"I'm Hermione Granger, My parents are Dentists and I'm so excited for the classes, I can't wait to start studying." she says smiling happily at me.
I smile back, this girl is starting to really freak me out, but maybe she's just pumped on adrenaline.
She can't be seriously excited for classes. I'm here for adventure.
I look at the table, which was empty five seconds before. Now full of food.
"Wow!" I say, my mouth half full. "This is amazing." Hermione smiles and shoves a pie in my face. I smile and smash one in her face too.
Then we both wipe our faces and start having a laugh attack. Thats what sugar does to 11 year old kids...
I can just tell this year will be fun.
CHRISTMAS
I'm not going home for christmas, my parents would kill me.
I just can't, so I'm staying with Harry and Ron to look up Nicolas Flammel.
All four of us have gotten extremely close, Hermione is going to see her parents.
Muggle borns aren't as bad as my parents say.
I've actually gotten most close with Hermione.
Studying with her and helping her research things, make potions etc.
I don't know why my parents are so mean, so...evil, but all I know is that Ron sent an Owl to his parents explaining my situation and
they're letting me and Harry stay there for the summer since we both have no where to go.
I thought it was sweet considering how much they hate me and my family.
Maybe they think I'm different, After all, I am the only Malfoy in history to ever get into Gryffindor and not Slytherin.
Of course they let Harry go because he's Harry Potter...
I have a bad feeling about Nicolas Flammel, I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere in my house.
Then I remember, and run to Harry.
"Harry, I know who Nicholas Flammel is!" I say, shaking him awake.
He jumps out of bed and grabs his cloak of invisibility.
I run to the library and grab a book I remember seeing so vividly on my bedside table, my dad wanting me to read it.
I show him, and he gasps. "Where did that come from?" he says flipping the book over like it was burning his hands.
I took it from him, "Are you okay?" I ask him.
"No, the book burnt me." he says ringing his hands out.
"They're a hidden part of the library, only death eaters know where it is, Dumbledoor himself hasn't seen this, but I have, because of my
parents. Its quite helpful when you need dark magic help!" Harry smiles and I flip through the pages until I find the page.
"The Sorcerer's Stone, owned by Nicholas Flammel, contains a syrum that can make the drinker, Immortal."
Harry's eyes get wide. "Thats what Snape's after?" I shake my head, "No, Snape isn't bad, trust me, he acts like it, but I can see right through
his little act. He's trying to protect you!" Harry again looks surprised.
"What, Hermione is rubbing off on me..." I say turning a light shade of red, he's looking at me like I'm some goblin or something.
I just shrug and put the book back on the shelf, and walking out of the library with Harry following me.
We'll be able to do anything with all of our abilities, I just know it.
After Harry Gets The Stone
I knew we could do it, I feel like in a few years we could even kill Voldemort if we were old enough a few years ago.
