Eleven year old, Harry James Potter, wandered into Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions alone. Hagrid had left the timid boy with a promise to meet up at Ollivander's Wands after he was done getting his robes. Harry looked around the store nervously, his eyes scanned the various racks filled with different styles of robes. He ran his fingers along the soft sleeve of a black silk dress robes. The robes were lined in green silk, and were fastened with little silver buttons in the shape of dragon heads.

"That'll be twenty-five galleons, dear," A raspy, broken voice startled Harry out of his thoughts.

Harry dropped his hands to his sides in a flash, "Were… were you speaking to me?" Harry asked. He whipped his head around to see a little old witch.

"Those silk robes are twenty-five galleons and can be enchanted to grow as you do for an extra ten galleons," The witch explained.

Harry nodded, "I'm just here for school robes," he replied with a cough to clear his throat.

"First year?" The witch asked.

Harry nodded.

"For you, the robes, enchanted, for twenty-five galleons with the purchase of two sets of school robes. So, a total of 40 galleons, and this it can be yours," The witch bartered.

"Um," Harry took out a heavy pouch of galleons from his pocket, "Is this enough? If not i can go get more."

Madam Malkin ripped the pouch greedily from Harry's grasp. She riffled through the coins for a moment, she took a small handful of coins out, and dumped them in Harry's hand. "This will do," She said, sliding Harry's money pouch into her robes pocket.

Harry sputtered, shoving the few galleons he had left over into his pants pocket.

"Wait over there, I'll measure you in a moment," Madam Malkin said pointing to a row of rickety old stools by the window.

Harry made his way over to the closest stool, watching as Madam Malkin approached a blond boy standing impatiently in the back corner.

"It's about bloody time," The blond boy grumbled.

Madam Malkin shook her head with a tisk, before going back to pinning the boy's trouser leg.

"Ouch!" The boy hissed, ripping his leg away from Madam Malkin, "You jabbed me! Pay attention."

Madam Malkin patted the boy's leg, "You're done, come back to pick up your robes in an

Hour," she growled.

Harry gulped as he watched the pompous blond boy glared at the retreating witch. Harry's eyes widened as the boy hopped off the stool, and waltzed his way over to Harry.

"So, you're going to Hogwarts too? Are you in first year as well?" The blond boy asked.

Harry nodded slowly, "Y-yes," Harry sputtered.

"I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy," The blond boy introduced himself. He held out his hand to Harry for a shake, but the boys were interrupted by the return of Madam Malkin.

"You're next, hop up," Malkin ordered. She completely ignored their conversation as she setup to measure Harry.

Harry did as he was told, and clumsily made his way over to Madam Malkin, he almost tripped over his stool in the process. The moment he stepped onto the measuring stool, it creaked under his weight.

"By the way," Draco started the conversation again, "Are you a pureblood, halfblood, or a muggleborn?"

Harry's face contorted in confusion as he thought for a moment. "I'm not sure, what does that mean?" he scratched the back of his neck.

Draco raised an eyebrow, "Purebloods come from a purely magical family, there's no non-magicals in your family. Muggleborn is a witch or wizard born to two muggles, or non-magicals. And halfblood's have non-magicals in their family," He explained.

"From what I am told, both my parents were magical, but they died when I was a baby. My aunt isn't magical, so I guess that makes me a halfblood?" Harry said, he was still a little confused.

"She could be a squib."

"Squib?" Harry asked.

"It's a non-magical born to magical parents," Draco explained.

"Ahh," Harry nodded, "I guess that's possible."

"Please don't move," Madam Malkin croaked out.

"Sorry," He whispered down to Malkin before returning to his conversation, "I'm Harry Potter, by the way."

Draco's eyes widened for a moment before he regained his arrogant posture. "Really? I know a lot about you."

Harry furrowed his eyebrows. On a scale of one to ten of confusion, Harry was at a solid eleven or twelve. "What do you mean?"

"My father told me all about how a mere baby defeated the Dark Lord. I mean, he wasn't too happy about it," Draco explained, "He's a big Dark Lord supporter, you see."

"And I'm the baby?"

"You're done, come back in an hour for your robes," Malkin said dryly.

Harry offered the woman a small "thank you" before he hopped off the stool.

Draco nodded, "You really don't know?"

Harry shook his head, "I didn't know I was a wizard until this morning."

"Well, if you stick by me, I'll show you the ropes," Draco offered, he held out his hand once more for a shake, but this time Harry accepted.

"I've never had a friend before."

Draco gave him a small smile, "I have a feeling this will be a very prosperous friendship."

The boys were once again were knocked out of their conversation by Madam Malkin. The old witch cleared her throat, and nudged her head to the side as she lead a bushy haired girl to the measuring stool.

Draco looked out the door way, "I have to go anyways, my father and cousin are on their way over," he said as they walked towards the exit. "Before I go, I want to apologise. My father expects certain behaviour of me, and if I don't… well it's better that I just do what he says."

Harry nodded in understanding, "It was nice meeting you Draco."

"You too Harry, I'll see you at Hogwarts."

Harry watched as Draco stiffly approached his father. The elder Malfoy had his head tightly tangled in the back of the robes of a young dark haired witch, and a deadly sneer on his face. The elder Malfoy practically shoved the girl, who Harry gathered was Draco's cousin, down the street.

With a shake of his head, Harry headed towards the shabby looking store Hagrid pointed out as Ollivander's Wands. The moment Harry stepped into the shop, he was greeted by a man with wild, grey hair; who came rolling towards him on a ladder.

"Ah! Mr. Potter," The crazy looking man, who Harry assumed was Ollivander, said as he hopped off the ladder with a wand box in hand.

Harry accepted the wand, and gave it a small wave as instructed. When multiple rows of wand boxes came flying off the shelves, Ollivander snatched the wand back.

"No, no, definitely not," Ollivander mumbled to himself as she grabbed another wand for Harry to try. This one destroyed the old flower pot on the man's desk. He swiped the wand back with a simple "no" before he ventured deep into the isles of wands. When he returned, he had an torn, dusty wand box in hand. "Here, try this," He continued.

This time, when Harry waved the wand, a gold and silver glow enveloped the boy.

Chapter One notes:

I know Draco may seem a little OOC in this story, but please take into mind that he wasn't raised as an old child here. He was raised with his cousin; who, as you will see, is a strong willed, fluffy little marshmallow at heart. And I'd like to think, being raised with her would have a softening effect to the young Draco. Also Ron is the way he is, because I don't like him.

I do not own Harry Potter. Simple as that.