One wild cart-ride later they stood blinking in the sunlight outside Gringotts. Harry didn't know where to run first now that he had a bag full of money. He didn't have to know how many Galleons there were to a pound to know that he was holding more money than he had ever held in his whole life-more money than even Dudley had ever had.
"Might as well get yer uniform," said Hagrid, nodding towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. "Listen, Harry, would yeh mind if I slipped off fer a pick-me-up in the Leaky Cauldron? I hate them Gringotts carts." He did still look a bit sick, so Harry entered Madam Malkin's shop alone, feeling a bit nervous.
Madam Malkin was a squat, smiling witch dressed in all mauve. "Hogwarts dear?" she said just as Harry was going to speak. "Got the lot here-another young man being fitted up right now in fact"
In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face, silvery grey eyes and light blond hair was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head and began to pin it to the right length.
"Hullo…" said the boy, "Hogwarts too…?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"My father i-is getting m-my books next d-d-door and m-my m-mother is looking at w-wands….then we a-are going t-to look at owls…..where are your parents..?" He had a soft voice that permeated nervousness. Harry felt bad for the stuttering boy and a little bit sad as he remembered what happened to his parents.
"They're dead….."
The boy looked horrified "Oh, i-I'm s-s-s-so s-sorry! I-i-I d-d-didn'-t mean t-to-"
"It's alright. I never really knew them."
The boy looked more upset, if anything. "I-i….." He swallowed. "D-do you c-c-come f-f-rom a-a-a wizarding family?"
"My parents were a witch and a wizard, if that's what you mean."
He looked at the floor. "I-i-i….hate when p-p-people think that pure-bloods are better than half-bloods."
"I'm sorry, but I was raised by Muggles, so I kinda have-"
"No idea what I'm talking about.-Is he with you?" He nodded off toward Hagrid, who was pointing at two ice creams to show he couldn't come in.
"Oh yes, that's Hagrid. He works at Hogwarts."
"Well, I've heard of him. Isn't he a bit…savage?"
"Oh, no he's not as fierce as he looks." Said Harry reassuringly
"Well, if you say so-oh my name's Draco Malfoy by the way…"he said quietly.
"I'm Harry Potter-"he began. Draco's eyes widened. "Are you really?" He suddenly looked skeptical. "Show me your scar then."
Harry lifted his hair to reveal the lightning scar on his forehead. Draco gasped and he looked really excited.
"Wow! I've….always wanted to meet you!"
Then Madam Malkin said "Well that's you done dear" and Harry stepped off the stool, slightly disappointed at having to stop talking to Draco.
Harry looked up at Draco "Well, I suppose I will see you at Hogwarts then?"
The boy nodded. "Bye Harry…" Harry pretended not to notice his shy blush, and left.