Summary/A.N.: Alternate universe where Harry makes friends with Draco in Madam Malkins instead of making friends with Ron and he gets sorted into Slytherin. This story only goes through book #1, but I will be writing for all 6 eventually. I'm going to start the story off at chapter 5 (Diagon Alley) and go from there. I will follow the storyline, just from a whole new perspective. (Inspired by a story that someone wrote in the same style for FFX called "Al Bhed Blue". If you're into FFX fan-fics, then you will love that one. It's the best I've read. Along with Via-Infinito, but that's a whole different genre.) THIS STORY IS NOT A DRACO HARRY SLASH! Not that those stories aren't good, but we don't need another mindless gay slash on this site.

DISCLAIMER: I use a lot of J. K. R.'s ideas and words in this piece. I do not own anything you recognize. A lot of the plot is hers'. I've just twisted it to create an alternate story. (and this story also appeases the squirrels and monkeys…)

"Hogwarts dear?" A squat, smiley witch dressed in mauve asked Harry as he walked into the wizard's robes shop. "We've got another young man in here, why don't you just stand right next to him so we can get you both fitted then?"

"I'm goin' teh slip off for a pick me up in the Leaky Cauldron. I'll fetch yeh when I'm done." Hagrid told Harry and slipped out the door.

The witch led Harry over to a stool next to a boy with sleek blonde hair and pale skin. "Hello," he said "Hogwarts too?"

"Yes," said Harry.

"I'm Draco Malfoy. My father, Lucius, is next door buying my books and my mother, Narcissa, is up the street looking at wands." He spoke in a sort of dignified way.

"I haven't gotten anything else yet, I'm here with someone who works at Hogwarts. We just came from Gringotts." Harry said.

"Oh, what about your parents?" Draco seemed genuinely curious.

"Voldemort killed them when I was a baby." Harry said. Draco gasped and jumped, the witches measuring them and tailoring the robes screamed. "What?" Harry said.

"You said his name," said Draco in almost an awed whisper.

"So? The wizard I was with wouldn't say it. I thought it was just because he was scared. No one says it then?" Harry realized there was a lot to learn about the magical world.

"No, they say he's the most powerful and evil wizard ever. Once he's decided to kill you, you're done for. Only one person has ever survived it, Harry Potter, and he was only a baby. No one knows how or why though."

"Yeah, Hagrid, the man I'm with, told me that too. It was me." Harry threw out casually.

"No way, you're Harry Potter!" He turned to face Harry, "Where's your scar? They say he's got a scar like lightning across his--" He stopped mid sentence as Harry pulled back his long bangs to show him his scar. "Wow, cool! I mean- but you know. I'm sorry about your parents. That's a load of rubbish. Who do you live with? Would you like to do the rest of your shopping with us? Do you want to stay with us until we have to catch the train?" He seemed real eager to get to know the famous Harry Potter, the boy who lived.

"Yeah, that would be nice. I've never been in Diagon alley, and the man I'm with is kind of scary, massive too. I live with my Aunt and Uncle. They're not wizards; I think Hagrid called them Muggles. I didn't even know I was a wizard until a few nights ago. I don't know anything about the magical world." Harry was excited to have a friend for once. Dudley had always made sure Harry never had any.

"Wow, really? So you wouldn't even know what Quidditch is or anything about Hogwarts?" Draco said with a twinge of pity in his voice.

"Nope, not a thing," Harry said, "I've never heard of Quidditch and the only thing I know about Hogwarts is that it's a boarding school."

"There you go dears. Here are your new robes." The witch handed both the boys their own bundles and they paid for them and left the shop together.

"Let's go meet my father in Flourish and Blotts," He spotted the confused look on Harry's face, "The book store. We can get your school books. I would imagine they're the same ones as mine if you're a first year," Draco said.

Harry nodded, "I should go tell Hagrid that I'm going to do my shopping with you so he doesn't worry about me. I'd love to go and stay with you for the next week and learn about Quidditch and Hogwarts and everything else I need to know so I don't feel so stupid when we go to school." They laughed and agreed to meet at Olivander's Wand shop. Harry gave Draco money to buy his spell books and he set off back towards the Leaky Cauldron.

Twenty minutes later Harry met the Malfoy family at Olivander's. Draco already had his new wand.

"23 centimeters of Ash wood with a dragon heart string core." He boasted. "This is my father, Lucius, and my mother, Narcissa." He introduced them to Harry. "Mother, Father, this is Harry Potter."

"You don't say. Pleased to meet you." He didn't seem like he was pleased at all, but he shook his hand all the same.

"Very nice to meet you dear." Narcissa said.

"Nice to meet you too," Harry said to the Malfoy parents. "Did you get my wand?" He asked Draco.

"No, you have to pick it yourself. I'll go in with you." Draco said, leaving his parents on the sidewalk.

A tinkling bell rang somewhere in the back of the shop when they entered the door. It was a dusty old place. The sign out front said "Makers of fine wands since 382 B.C." Harry wouldn't have been surprised if this had been their premises since then. Draco took a seat on a spindly little chair near the door and Harry walked up to the counter.

"Hello?" Harry ventured. A tall pale man stepped out from behind a towering shelf of small boxes.

"Hello, Harry Potter. I thought I'd be seeing you in here soon. You look just like your father, but your mother's eyes. No mistaking you." The old man, who Harry presumed to be Mr. Olivander, said.

"Um, yeah." Harry said awkwardly.

"I'm sorry to say I sold the wand that caused all your trouble." He gazed at Harry intently, waiting for him to speak. When he didn't, Mr. Olivander went on, "So then Harry, which is your wand arm?"

"I'm right handed, if that's what you mean." Harry said.

Mr. Olivander walked up and down each isle, taking down seemingly random boxes. He stacked them up in front of Harry on the counter, and handed them to Harry in turn.

Mr. Olivander handed him what seemed like the millionth wand, and the tips of Harry's fingers warmed and the wand sent out sparks. Harry smiled. He found his wand.

"20 centimeters long, Alder wood," Mr. Olivander said, "and it is very curious that the phoenix tail feather in that wand came from the same phoenix that supplied the core to the very wand that gave you that scar."

Harry said nothing. He gave his wand another flick and green sparks emitted form the end. Harry paid seven galleons for the new wand and pocketed it.

Draco and Harry headed down Diagon Alley to fill the rest of their lists. They came across Eeylops Owl Emporium and each bought a new owl. Draco got a huge screech owl and Harry a petite snowy one.

A/N: People always say at the end of every chapter "I hope you liked it!" and "R&R!" but you already know I'm going to say that. But I am going to tell you where a few of these things came from. I am following the first book, for the most part, and I'm using a lot of the dialogue from it. As for changing Harry's wand wood, I picked a wood that has magical properties that better suits him. Did you know holly (the wood used in the book) has feminine properties and is related to the Unicorn? Alder, on the other hand, is masculine and relates to courage and adventurism. I thought it fit Harry better. The dragon heart string and the Ash wood fit Draco nicely. Ash is related to the only venomous snake in Britain, the Adder snake. I hope to follow the book very closely. I'll be skipping a few points, condensing much of it, and changing a lot of it. I won't give anything away, but you can expect this story to be predictable. Also, since I'm basically re-writing the whole book, this is going to take a lot of time. For those of you who will end up following my story, I apologize in advance for not updating regularly. But I appreciate your interest in my story, and I'd be encouraged to write often if I did get some reviews. Thank you, I'm done talking. On to the next chapter!