A/N: I do not own Harry Potter or the wizarding world (though I wish). The rightful owner is J. . I am merely borrowing the characters and some stuff from the books. I am not making any profit, this is solely for entertainment purposes. Although I do own a few minor characters. ENJOY!
I was eleven when I first met Harry Potter, although at the time I didn't know it was him… This is our story.
I am getting fitted for school robes at Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions.
"Hogwarts, dear?" I hear Madam Malkin ask."Got the lot here-another young man (me) being fitted up just now, in fact.
We're at the back of the shop and Madam Malkin stands a messy raven haired boy on a stool next to me. She slips a robe over his head while another witch pins mine.
"Hello, Hogwarts too?" I ask.
"Yes", he turns to look at me and I see that he has the most intense green eyes than I have ever seen.
"My father is next door buying my books and Mother is up the street getting the rest of my school supplies." I say. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms.I don't see why first years can't have their own."
"Have you got your own broom?" I ask hopefully.
"No." I'm a little disappointed.
"Play Quidditch at all?"
"No."
"I do - Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say that I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
"No."
"Well no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know that I'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been. Imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think I'd leave, wouldn't you?"
To this he doesn't reply but then I catch something out of the corner of my eye. "I say look at that man!" There is a rather large man standing outside holding two ice cream cones, he must be half giant.
"That's Hagrid. He works for Hogwarts," says the raven haired boy.
"Oh, I've heard of him. Father says he's a sort of servant, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper."
"Yes exactly, Father told me he's a sort of savage-lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."
"I think he's brilliant," he says coldly.
"Do you? Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"
"They're dead."
"Oh, sorry," and I am sorry, "but they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."
"I really don't think they should let the other kind in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get their letter, imagine. Father says they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"
He doesn't get the chance to answer as Madam Malkin interrupts, "That's you done, my dear," she says to me.
"Well I'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," I say as I leave the shop.
Mother and Father are waiting outside when I walk out.
"I want to go look at racing brooms," I announce when I have reached them.
We go over to Quality Quidditch Supplies. The new Nimbus two thousand has been released. I push my way to the window to see it. It's the fastest model yet and it looks amazing.
"Father, I want one."
"No," is all he replies.
"Why not?" I demand.
"Because first years aren't allowed and this is final." I know he means it so I drop it.
We head home in silence. I was lost in thought, thinking about classes and the dark haired boy with the bright green eyes. I was so absorbed that I barely registered when we got home until I heard the sound of the gate opening.
The last month of summer was boring and not out of the ordinary, ordering the house elves round, eating meals with Mother and (sometimes) Father.
The week before school we have some gala to attend which means dressing-up and being proper (and bored). The plus side for me is that I would get to talk to some of the other Hogwarts students and some who, like me, are in their first year.
Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, and Serena Snape and I are hiding in one of the sitting rooms in the Malfoy Mansion.
We are sitting in a circle talking about the upcoming school year
(except Astoria since she's a year younger).
"I believe Harry Potter will be in your year," says Theo lazily. Theo's now in second year.
"Do you think it's true that he went to live with muggles?" Daphne asks. "His mother was muggleborn and had a sister."
"Do you suppose that he has been living with her this whole time?" questions Pansy.
"It would be a real shame if it is true'" I deadpan.
"What makes you say that Draco?" asks Blaise looking up at me, having just sprawled out on the floor.
"Think about it," I say. "He will know nothing about the wizarding world. He will be just as lost as the muggleborn students. Also, if he doesn't know anything about our world then who's to have taught him about being the Potter Heir?"
Everyone murmurs agreement, just as Dobby (a house elf) comes in and informs us that 'the master's guests' are ready to leave. We get up off the floor and dust ourselves off (even if there isn't any dust). We make our way back to the crowd and separate, joining our families