PART 1: THE BOY
Chapter One
"Now Draco, stay focused. You have to befriend Harry Potter. Gain his trust, then we will take him to the Dark Lord." Hissed my father as I climbed on the train. Did he ever think about anything else? His black eyes locked with my silver ones, and there was a warning in his gaze. Telling me not to screw this up.
"Yes Father. I will get the boy. Now let go of me so I'm not late. I want a compartment alone." I snapped. Harry Potter this and Harry Potter that, capture the boy, eternal glory, blah blah blah. It was a relief to climb up the shiny black steps into the train that would take me far away from him. Then I looked out the window of the compartment I was sitting in and groaned.
"Don't forget Draco! This is your sole purpose! Bring us the boy! The Boy!" Shrieked my mother from sidewalk. My parents had no idea how much I was dreading this. I didn't want to serve the Dark Lord, or be anything close to a Death Eater. Hell, I didn't even want the hot girl my father had set up for me to marry after I graduate.
The harsh pavement faded away to soft green rolling hills as we pulled away from the station. It was so pretty out here. Part of me wished I could live in the country, but with my family that wasn't realistic.
I heard a soft knock at the door and jerked my head up. "Oh perfect, just freaking perfect..." I sighed. Standing at the door was Harry Potter, and he was waiting for an answer. I waved my hand sullenly in the air motioning for him to in. He opened the door and walked in, carrying only a backpack.
"I'm really sorry. This was just the only compartment left and I didn't want to sit in the hallway and I can leave if you really want me to if I'm bothering you that much oh I forgot my name I'm Harry, Harry Potter." He rushed his words, as if he thought he was in trouble. I raised my eyebrow and he cut off abruptly. A bright red color rose up along his cheekbones, making his bright green eyes…pop.
"I'm doing the rambling thing aren't I? Gasped the boy. I smiled, "Yeah, but its fine really. Sit. I'm Draco Malfoy. And just so you know, everyone knows who you are. No need to introduce yourself." My voice sounded smooth, betraying none of the confliction I was feeling. Everyone told me he was an arrogant, loud boy. But so far, he was actually just really shy.
He sat down in the corner by the window and sighed. "I always forget that people know who I am. You would think since we're fifth years I would be used to it by now. Wait, what did you say your name was?" He squinted at me, as if I couldn't quite be placed.
"I'm Draco Malfoy. You've probably heard the name before, you know since we are supposed to be sworn enemies and all." His eyes widened in recognition.
"Oh shit..." He whispered. "I uh didn't recognize you since you died your hair and the tattoos and…" He paused and just stared at me. "I'm going to go. Yeah. Err sorry, bye." Mumbled the infamous Harry Potter. With that he grabbed his bag and practically sprinted out the door. Leaving me alone, staring after the boy I was supposed to send to his death.