Hi guys! Here's my first story on this site and I hope you all enjoy it! I actually wrote about 12 pages of this story beforehand so I'll be updating all the chapters quickly. This is kind of like the introduction to my fanfic so there's no Draco and Mione interaction yet but there's more to come! Also, the universe of Harry Potter (including these characters)are owned by J.K Rowling, the fantastic author of the Harry Potter series. My story also disregards the war during Harry's 7th year (sorry for those who don't like that) and Dumbledore is alive in my fanfic so he is still the headmaster. Just wanted to let you know so you don't get confused when I mention him... anyways those are just a few notes I wanted to bring up! Feel free to leave any comments! Bye!
A tall boy dressed in a black suit ran a pale hand through his white-blonde hair and let out a frustrated sigh. He couldn't wait until the next day… the first day of Hogwarts. Every summer, he dreaded the idea of going back home to his family, especially his father who was a selfish pawn for the "dark lord" and who he treated better than his own son. Not that he himself had anything against the "dark lord". As long as the crazed and evil wizard did not bother him, then he was certainly fine with his merciless actions, especially when it involved killing Harry Potter.
The name rolled off the boy's tongue with hateful bitterness… oh how he hated Potter and his stupid friends: the weasel and the Mudblood. He placed a long finger on his whitened face, remembering the time the damn Mudblood had punched him. She was the first girl to ever lay a hand on his precious face and he never forgot the pain and humiliation she had caused him.
The boy looked up at the night sky and softened at the countless stars above his eyes. Even though he was known to be cold-hearted and selfish in the eyes of others, it was times like these, when he could see the beautiful night sky from his bedroom balcony, that truly brought out the good and innocence within him.
Then, all of a sudden, he heard a strong whispering sound coming from the room next to him. He immediately recognized the voice… it was the "dark lord" himself using Parseltongue to talk to his snake Nagini. He moaned. Couldn't his father at least keep him out of the family home? Why must he allow him to intrude and interfere in all personal matters?
Remembering his place, his face suddenly hardened and the young boy covered his eyes with his hands so that the stars were out of view. "I am a pure-blood Slytherin" he whispered piercingly. "I hate Harry Potter. I am Draco Malfoy".
Hermione Granger embraced her two Muggle parents with a strong grip. She never wanted to let them go. She loved her parents more than anything and leaving them after every summer to return to Hogwarts was heartbreaking. Don't get her wrong… she loved Hogwarts… she loved the spells and teachers and her two best friends Harry and Ron but she always got emotional whenever she had to depart from the two lovely normal human beings who gave birth to her.
"Sweetie make sure to send me a letter by owl once you arrive to school," her mom said, wiping a tear from her hazel eyes.
"Of course mother. And promise not to worry too much about me alright? I will be fine", Hermione assured her mother, giving her a melancholy grin. Her mother was a huge worrywart when it came to all matters regarding magic. In a way, Hermione inherited that trait from her mother because she worried excessively as well, especially when it came to the safety of her friends.
"Oh you two.. always turning this into a dramatic scene," said her father who was taller than his wife by an inch. "As much as I hate seeing my little girl grow up into her last year at Hogwarts, I know she will be the top student in all her classes again and make me proud." He smiled adoringly at Hermione. Even though he barely understood magic and its inner workings, he had always praised his daughter for her outstanding performance in grades and school ranking. "There's just one thing I need you to do sweetie," he said with a raised eyebrow.
Hermione looked curiously at her father. What more could he possibly have to say? Her mother also turned sideways to look at her husband with a puzzled stare.
Her father leaned down close to his girls and pointed a demanding finger at Hermione. "No and I mean absolutely NO boys or dating allowed. I don't want to see my little girl grow up too fast!"
Hermione immediately blushed at her father's warning. "D..a..d!" she yelled embarrassingly and her dad laughed joyfully, making Hermione and her mother break out into laughter as well.
Oh, how she loved her parents…
"Draco…" a scowling middle-aged man with long blonde-white hair that fell down his back said to the younger boy beside him. "Stand up straight!" he scolded. "A Malfoy never slouches like a woman. He stands up strong and proud." The man pushed Draco with his cane and glared at his son.
"Yes father…" Draco said… almost unwillingly. He was 17 years old now and despised being treated like a 11 year old. He glanced at the other families around him who were saying goodbye to students. Almost every one of them showed loving and affectionate expressions on their faces while they hugged their children… mothers were crying, fathers were patting their backs proudly, and little siblings were teasing them. Oddly, the scene around him made him feel more lonely than ever because he knew. He knew that his father would never treat him like that and his mother… maybe… but she was too scared of the "dark lord" and the other death eaters to show much emotion towards anyone much less her own son.
Oh, how he hated his parents…
