A/N:
This story is basically if Harry was sorted into Slytherin.
*Disclaimer* I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, places, spells ect. Those all belong to the Goddess J.K Rowling
Bold- Parseltongue
Italics- Thoughts
"Yer a wizard, Harry" Harry dreamt of this almost nightly. He remembered his whole day in Diagon Alley. In Madam Malkin's, he met this pale boy, who apparently knew about magic and grew up with wizard parents. Lucky boy. He had thought, I had to grow up around stupid muggles who had kept my identity secret from me. His new wand, with the phoenix-feather core, and the strange Mr. Ollivander. According to Hagrid, an evil baddie called Voldemort had murdered his parents. Mr. Ollivander had said that his wand's brother gave him that scar. So Voldemort must have his wands brother, and used it to kill his parents and give him that nasty lighting-shaped scar.
The morning of September 1, Harry approached his Uncle, Vernon Dursley.
"Errr...Uncle Vernon? Can you give me a lift?" Vernon grunted. Harry took that as a yes. "Thanks."
"Gotta get that ruddy tail off Dudley." Harry glanced at Dudley (who was in the kitchen) and nearly burst out laughing. Hagrid had given Dudley a pig's tail when Vernon had pissed Hagrid off by calling Albus Dumbledore an "old crackpot fool". Truth be told, Harry thought his Aunt Petunia, Dudley, and Uncle Vernon were now scared of him, as they never locked him up anymore. Harry lugged his trunk into the backseat of the Volkswagen, and carried Hedwig up front with him.
They arrived at the station at half past 12. Harry got out, and pulled his trunk onto a trolley. He out Hedwig's cage on top of the trunk. He glanced at the ticket. It read PLATFORM 9 ¾. What the hell? He walked over to the trains, between Platforms 9 and 10. He looked around, confused. He saw the pale boy from Madam Malkin's walking with his parents, a little way from the trains. Harry jogged to them.
"Hey. I met you in Madam Malkin's in Diagon Alley."
"Oh!" the boy gasped when he say Harry's scar. "You're Harry Potter!" He said, in awe. The corners of his father's mouth twitched.
"Now Draco, maybe you should introduce yourself before you soil your pants." the pale boy Draco flushed and held out his hand,
"I'm Draco Malfoy." Harry took his hand.
"I'm Harry Potter, as you know." He glanced up. "I assume you are Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy?" He asked. The man replied,
"Yes. Call me Lucius. This is my wife, Narcissa." Harry shook hands with both of them.
"Pleased to meet you."
"Oh dear!" Narcissa said, looking at the clock. "They have 10 minutes to get onto the train! Hurry up boys."
As they approached the platforms, Draco pointed to a brick wall and said,
"Is that the wall we have to run through?" bewildered, Harry said
"Run through a wall?"
"The wall is magical, dear. You will pass right through it and onto platform 9 ¾. See, watch Draco." Draco pulled his trolley, and ran at the wall. Instead of crashing into it, he passed through it like it was simply mist. "Your turn now." Harry pulled his trolley like Draco did, and ran straight at the wall. He closed his eyes and braced for impact, but it never came. Instead, he was on a Platform. The was a wooden sign that read: PLATFORM 9 ¾, written in gold paint. There was a scarlet train awaiting them.
"Nice, eh? It's the Hogwarts Express." Draco told him. "Here, I'll help you with your trunk." Once they were aboard the train, they found a small cozy compartment, and they talked.
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