DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY PART OF HARRY POTTER. NONE OF THE CHARACTARS, PLACES, ETC. THEY ALL BELONG TO WARNER BROS. AND J.K. ROWLING (A.K.A "THE SELL-OUT WHO MADE MILLIONS") I OWN NOTHING. JACK. ZILCH. DIDDLY SQUAT.
This is a story about what might've been had Harry befriended Malfoy. It takes place in the First Year at the part when Malfoy tells Harry some wizards were better than others. It will probably get better as time goes by but if it doesn't you are, of coarse, free to flame. (gracious bow) Just as long as you know that I will make fun of you. (pretty smile) Any Review is a good review as far as I'm concerned. Harry is a little OOC but please, go with it.
Chapter One
Draco held his hand out for Harry to shake. Harry looked at it hesitantly. Suppose Hogwarts only accepted students with the right connections? He liked Ron, but suppose he wasn't what Hogwarts wanted...Harry was never going back to the Dursleys and he would take every precaution to ensure he didn't ever have to.
"Thanks," said Harry taking Malfoy's hand and shaking it. He tried to ignore the hurt in Ron's eyes as he slumped to the compartment door.
"You won't be able to trust that one Harry, he'll sell you out someday." said Ron quietly.
Draco laughed coldly.
"Seems to me you'd be the one doing all the selling." he said eyeing Ron's shabby robes. "You could certainly use the money now, couldn't you?"
Ron's ears went scarlet as he stepped out of the compartment. Harry felt stangly Dudleyish and uncomfortable.
"I swear if I didn't know any better I'd say those Weasleys were Mudbloods." drawled Malfoy then seeing the puzzled expression on Harry's face he explained,
"Mudblood, you know, a Muggle." he gave Harry's eyes a glance and Harry knew what he was thinking.
"Mudblood, you know, your mother."
"So," said Draco sitting down and helping himself to the sweets on the seat. "What house do you-URHG! That weasle left his rat!" The pale boy grabbed the snoozing rat by the tail and turned to one of his large bodyguard-like friends. "Goyle, Crabbe, stand outside and stand guard while I have a little fun."
The apeish boys looked at Draco for a moment before responding. It seemed to Harry that Draco was the brains of the trio as the other two boys seemed dense as rocks.
Goyle nodded and lead Crabbe out of the compartment door walking stiffly.
Draco shook his head as their massive backs dissapeared. "Those two aren't much for brains but they have proved to be quite useful." Draco smirked. "Anyway..." he pulled his wand out of his black robes and Harry felt his stomach drop into his shoes. Ron had been right, he couldn't trust Malfoy...now it was too late.
Draco however, pointed his wand at Scabbers who was still dozing peacefully.
"You'll like this Potter." He said softly gazing at the rat intently. "My father taught me this one...CRUCIO!" Draco shouted
Harry watched in horror as the Scabbers began to writhe and squeal in pain, his small black eyes popping slightly and his tongue lolling...Draco was laughing softly, his pale face never losing his hateful sneer. He stopped and pulled his wand away from the rat and met Harry's eyes. "Don't tell anyone what you have seen." he said warningly, then he smirked "this is a highly illegal curse, an Unforgivable Curse." Draco rolled his eyes.
"What?" Harry wished immediatly that he hadn't said this as Draco's sneer became more pronounced than ever. Harry's face grew hot.
"There are three illegal curses that the Ministry of Magic call Unforgivable." Draco counted them on his fingers as he named them off. "Imperius, Cruciatus, and then," He smiked gleefully "Avada Kedavra."
Harry blinked. "Abra Kadabra? The thing Muggle kids always say?"
Draco laughed and shook his head. "You've got a lot to learn Potter!" he choked still laughing heartily. "No, A-vada Ked-avera, it kills people; I expect a Muggle once miss-heard a couple Death Eaters-" he stopped suddenly and a pink tinge appeared in his cheeks, Harry had the impression that Draco had said more than he meant too.
"Want me to show you another one?"
Without waiting for an answer he muttered "Impervio!" and both boys laughed as Scabbers was forced to do a few backflips and an elaborate tap dance.
"What about the last one?" Harry asked curiously
Again Draco smiked. "It's my favorite one...and Father says I have an aptitude for it." he said proudly "There's no way you can block it, no one's ever survived it, except you." He shot a glance at Harry scar.
So Draco's favorite curse was the one that had killed Harry's parents? He had half a mind to go after Ron and leave this obviously mental boy behind...But he was intriged...and for some unknown reason, Harry longed to see the killing curse performed.
"Do it." Harry heard himself whisper though he had not meant to say it, in fact, he wasn't sure that he had said it. The voice that had issued from his mouth sounded strangely low and cold.
Draco looked taken aback and he stared at Harry incredulisly.
"What? Perform Avada Kedavra?" His voice didn't drawl now, on the contrary it sounded childish and quick.
"Do it." Harry said again in the cold forboding voice as before, then, in his natural voice,"You said you had an apptitude for it, go on, I want to see."
Draco hesitated for a moment then smiled maliciously.
"Fine," he said raising his want over Scabbers who was now wide awake and struggling to get away as if his life depended on it. (and incidentally, it did.) "AVADA KEDAVRA!" bellowed Draco.
Harry's scar twinged as a flash of green light illuminated the whole compartment.
"I actually did it..." whispered Draco causing Harry to believe after all that Draco had never performed the Killing Curse before.
Harry didn't feel sick. He didn't feel anything as he looked at the dead rat that Draco was now tossing out the window with a look of revolsion on his face. Harry's parents had died that way too he supposed, a short struggle and then Death. Why didn't he feel anything? He pondered this even as Draco began speaking again only pretending to listen.
Crabbe and Goyle came back a while later only to be dismissed again by Draco, who'd obviously lost intrest in them after having aquainted himself with a conversational companion. they slumped out looking betrayed and something close to hurt and were shortly replced by Ron and the bushy- haired, large toothed girl who had introduced herself as Hermione Granger before Draco had arrived.
"Can we help you?" said Draco in a bored voice. "Of coarse, our services will cost you. You certainly wouldn't be able to afford them Weasle, unless your girlfriend there paid your way." he smiked at Harry, who was carefully avoiding Ron's eyes.
Ron and Hermione both turned red but stared determindly at Draco.
"I came to get Scabbers, my rat." said Ron fiercely trying to take a threatening step towards Draco only to be held back by Hermione.
"Hmmm...yes, I seem to remember a rat..." said Draco screwing up his face as though to rack his brain for a memory. "I think he might've run away after all he's probably afraid of the smell of new robes having always been exposed to those." he pointed at Ron's too-short and frayed robes.
"Just give him his rat!" demanded Hermione Granger angriliy.
"Or what Mudblood?" Draco's eyes glinted "Did you come in here looking for a fight?" Draco stood up and pointed his wand at Hermione who looked at it non-plussed.
"Put it down Malfoy!" said Ron raising his fists.
He looked at Harry who immediatly dropped his gaze to the floor."Give me Scabbers and we'll leave."
Harry's eyes involentarily flicked to the window where Draco had dropped the dead rat, Ron noticed this and realization dawned on his face.
"You two are pathetic!" Ron yelled as lunged at Harry, only to be pulled back once again by Hermione who's wand was out and raised defensivly at Draco.
"They aren't worth it Ron!" she squealed as Draco smirked. "Ron! Stop it, I can't hold you back!"
"Then let go!" snarled Ron, still trying to attack Harry and Draco.
As Hermione dragged Ron from the compartment, Harry felt his heart sink slightly. He had forfeit a chance at having good friends for a sadistic boy and his baboon cronies. But still...he could get used to the power that cruelty seemed to have over people.
Draco had sat down again laughing softly.
"Did you see the look on Weasley's face when he realized his precious rat was gone?" Draco did a ridiculous pouty face and stamped his feet.
Harry forced a laugh. "Yeah, thought he'd start crying."
The Hogwarts Express had been travelling for most of the day and now darkness was setteling in.While draco had explained and bragged about his pampered life and his father's connections to everything magical, the countryside had become wild. Harry hoped that they would get to Hogwarts soon as his stomach was growling loudly. (He and Draco had eaten all of the sweets)
"We should be there soon," sighed Draco flopping back into his seat. "This has got to be the most boring day of my life."
"You must have quite a life." said Harry fervently thinking back to the killing of Scabbers.
"Yeah..." said Draco smirking.
Suddenly the train slowed to a stop and there was a graet clatter as people gathered their belongings and scrambled off of the train.
"Finally!" said Draco getting to his feet. "Don't worry about your owl," he continued as Harry reached up to get Hedwig. "The sevants will get it."
"Okay."
They stepped off the train and were immediatly shoved to the side by a couple of large boys. And then Harry heared a familiar voice,
"Firs' years! Firs' years! You lot over here!" Hagrid bellowed high above the students' heads. he was wearing his usual moleskin overcoat and carrying a lantern. "Alright there Harry?" he inquired giving Draco, who was standing next to Harry, a furtive glance.
"Yeah, fine." said Harry trying to pretend he didn't see the evident distaste in Hagrid's eyes at Harry's companion.
"Follow me Firs' years! This way!" he called to the group of children as a whole. "C'mon!"
Everyone feeling nausiatingly nervous, took a collective breath and followed Hagrid to what would become their home for seven years.
Well, I assume that you all know what happens next, just tweak it a bit to include Draco trying to up turn Ron, Hermione, Neville and Susan Bones' boat. I know, I know, Draco performing all of those Unforgivable Curses was a bit un-realistic, but think about it, Draco Malfoy was raised by Dark wizards in a manor that was probably stocked with evil books and stuff. He had to have picked up something useful. Anyway, if I get 5 reviews I'll post Chapter Two, in which there is the Sorting, Feast and start of term!
And you people don't know how hard it was for me 2b mean to Ron (who I love) and dissapoint Hagrid (who I also love). But don't worry! They'll be compensated for Harry's pansy-ish stupidity. Questions? Comments? Critisims? Flames? R&R! Au Revoir!
This is a story about what might've been had Harry befriended Malfoy. It takes place in the First Year at the part when Malfoy tells Harry some wizards were better than others. It will probably get better as time goes by but if it doesn't you are, of coarse, free to flame. (gracious bow) Just as long as you know that I will make fun of you. (pretty smile) Any Review is a good review as far as I'm concerned. Harry is a little OOC but please, go with it.
Chapter One
Draco held his hand out for Harry to shake. Harry looked at it hesitantly. Suppose Hogwarts only accepted students with the right connections? He liked Ron, but suppose he wasn't what Hogwarts wanted...Harry was never going back to the Dursleys and he would take every precaution to ensure he didn't ever have to.
"Thanks," said Harry taking Malfoy's hand and shaking it. He tried to ignore the hurt in Ron's eyes as he slumped to the compartment door.
"You won't be able to trust that one Harry, he'll sell you out someday." said Ron quietly.
Draco laughed coldly.
"Seems to me you'd be the one doing all the selling." he said eyeing Ron's shabby robes. "You could certainly use the money now, couldn't you?"
Ron's ears went scarlet as he stepped out of the compartment. Harry felt stangly Dudleyish and uncomfortable.
"I swear if I didn't know any better I'd say those Weasleys were Mudbloods." drawled Malfoy then seeing the puzzled expression on Harry's face he explained,
"Mudblood, you know, a Muggle." he gave Harry's eyes a glance and Harry knew what he was thinking.
"Mudblood, you know, your mother."
"So," said Draco sitting down and helping himself to the sweets on the seat. "What house do you-URHG! That weasle left his rat!" The pale boy grabbed the snoozing rat by the tail and turned to one of his large bodyguard-like friends. "Goyle, Crabbe, stand outside and stand guard while I have a little fun."
The apeish boys looked at Draco for a moment before responding. It seemed to Harry that Draco was the brains of the trio as the other two boys seemed dense as rocks.
Goyle nodded and lead Crabbe out of the compartment door walking stiffly.
Draco shook his head as their massive backs dissapeared. "Those two aren't much for brains but they have proved to be quite useful." Draco smirked. "Anyway..." he pulled his wand out of his black robes and Harry felt his stomach drop into his shoes. Ron had been right, he couldn't trust Malfoy...now it was too late.
Draco however, pointed his wand at Scabbers who was still dozing peacefully.
"You'll like this Potter." He said softly gazing at the rat intently. "My father taught me this one...CRUCIO!" Draco shouted
Harry watched in horror as the Scabbers began to writhe and squeal in pain, his small black eyes popping slightly and his tongue lolling...Draco was laughing softly, his pale face never losing his hateful sneer. He stopped and pulled his wand away from the rat and met Harry's eyes. "Don't tell anyone what you have seen." he said warningly, then he smirked "this is a highly illegal curse, an Unforgivable Curse." Draco rolled his eyes.
"What?" Harry wished immediatly that he hadn't said this as Draco's sneer became more pronounced than ever. Harry's face grew hot.
"There are three illegal curses that the Ministry of Magic call Unforgivable." Draco counted them on his fingers as he named them off. "Imperius, Cruciatus, and then," He smiked gleefully "Avada Kedavra."
Harry blinked. "Abra Kadabra? The thing Muggle kids always say?"
Draco laughed and shook his head. "You've got a lot to learn Potter!" he choked still laughing heartily. "No, A-vada Ked-avera, it kills people; I expect a Muggle once miss-heard a couple Death Eaters-" he stopped suddenly and a pink tinge appeared in his cheeks, Harry had the impression that Draco had said more than he meant too.
"Want me to show you another one?"
Without waiting for an answer he muttered "Impervio!" and both boys laughed as Scabbers was forced to do a few backflips and an elaborate tap dance.
"What about the last one?" Harry asked curiously
Again Draco smiked. "It's my favorite one...and Father says I have an aptitude for it." he said proudly "There's no way you can block it, no one's ever survived it, except you." He shot a glance at Harry scar.
So Draco's favorite curse was the one that had killed Harry's parents? He had half a mind to go after Ron and leave this obviously mental boy behind...But he was intriged...and for some unknown reason, Harry longed to see the killing curse performed.
"Do it." Harry heard himself whisper though he had not meant to say it, in fact, he wasn't sure that he had said it. The voice that had issued from his mouth sounded strangely low and cold.
Draco looked taken aback and he stared at Harry incredulisly.
"What? Perform Avada Kedavra?" His voice didn't drawl now, on the contrary it sounded childish and quick.
"Do it." Harry said again in the cold forboding voice as before, then, in his natural voice,"You said you had an apptitude for it, go on, I want to see."
Draco hesitated for a moment then smiled maliciously.
"Fine," he said raising his want over Scabbers who was now wide awake and struggling to get away as if his life depended on it. (and incidentally, it did.) "AVADA KEDAVRA!" bellowed Draco.
Harry's scar twinged as a flash of green light illuminated the whole compartment.
"I actually did it..." whispered Draco causing Harry to believe after all that Draco had never performed the Killing Curse before.
Harry didn't feel sick. He didn't feel anything as he looked at the dead rat that Draco was now tossing out the window with a look of revolsion on his face. Harry's parents had died that way too he supposed, a short struggle and then Death. Why didn't he feel anything? He pondered this even as Draco began speaking again only pretending to listen.
Crabbe and Goyle came back a while later only to be dismissed again by Draco, who'd obviously lost intrest in them after having aquainted himself with a conversational companion. they slumped out looking betrayed and something close to hurt and were shortly replced by Ron and the bushy- haired, large toothed girl who had introduced herself as Hermione Granger before Draco had arrived.
"Can we help you?" said Draco in a bored voice. "Of coarse, our services will cost you. You certainly wouldn't be able to afford them Weasle, unless your girlfriend there paid your way." he smiked at Harry, who was carefully avoiding Ron's eyes.
Ron and Hermione both turned red but stared determindly at Draco.
"I came to get Scabbers, my rat." said Ron fiercely trying to take a threatening step towards Draco only to be held back by Hermione.
"Hmmm...yes, I seem to remember a rat..." said Draco screwing up his face as though to rack his brain for a memory. "I think he might've run away after all he's probably afraid of the smell of new robes having always been exposed to those." he pointed at Ron's too-short and frayed robes.
"Just give him his rat!" demanded Hermione Granger angriliy.
"Or what Mudblood?" Draco's eyes glinted "Did you come in here looking for a fight?" Draco stood up and pointed his wand at Hermione who looked at it non-plussed.
"Put it down Malfoy!" said Ron raising his fists.
He looked at Harry who immediatly dropped his gaze to the floor."Give me Scabbers and we'll leave."
Harry's eyes involentarily flicked to the window where Draco had dropped the dead rat, Ron noticed this and realization dawned on his face.
"You two are pathetic!" Ron yelled as lunged at Harry, only to be pulled back once again by Hermione who's wand was out and raised defensivly at Draco.
"They aren't worth it Ron!" she squealed as Draco smirked. "Ron! Stop it, I can't hold you back!"
"Then let go!" snarled Ron, still trying to attack Harry and Draco.
As Hermione dragged Ron from the compartment, Harry felt his heart sink slightly. He had forfeit a chance at having good friends for a sadistic boy and his baboon cronies. But still...he could get used to the power that cruelty seemed to have over people.
Draco had sat down again laughing softly.
"Did you see the look on Weasley's face when he realized his precious rat was gone?" Draco did a ridiculous pouty face and stamped his feet.
Harry forced a laugh. "Yeah, thought he'd start crying."
The Hogwarts Express had been travelling for most of the day and now darkness was setteling in.While draco had explained and bragged about his pampered life and his father's connections to everything magical, the countryside had become wild. Harry hoped that they would get to Hogwarts soon as his stomach was growling loudly. (He and Draco had eaten all of the sweets)
"We should be there soon," sighed Draco flopping back into his seat. "This has got to be the most boring day of my life."
"You must have quite a life." said Harry fervently thinking back to the killing of Scabbers.
"Yeah..." said Draco smirking.
Suddenly the train slowed to a stop and there was a graet clatter as people gathered their belongings and scrambled off of the train.
"Finally!" said Draco getting to his feet. "Don't worry about your owl," he continued as Harry reached up to get Hedwig. "The sevants will get it."
"Okay."
They stepped off the train and were immediatly shoved to the side by a couple of large boys. And then Harry heared a familiar voice,
"Firs' years! Firs' years! You lot over here!" Hagrid bellowed high above the students' heads. he was wearing his usual moleskin overcoat and carrying a lantern. "Alright there Harry?" he inquired giving Draco, who was standing next to Harry, a furtive glance.
"Yeah, fine." said Harry trying to pretend he didn't see the evident distaste in Hagrid's eyes at Harry's companion.
"Follow me Firs' years! This way!" he called to the group of children as a whole. "C'mon!"
Everyone feeling nausiatingly nervous, took a collective breath and followed Hagrid to what would become their home for seven years.
Well, I assume that you all know what happens next, just tweak it a bit to include Draco trying to up turn Ron, Hermione, Neville and Susan Bones' boat. I know, I know, Draco performing all of those Unforgivable Curses was a bit un-realistic, but think about it, Draco Malfoy was raised by Dark wizards in a manor that was probably stocked with evil books and stuff. He had to have picked up something useful. Anyway, if I get 5 reviews I'll post Chapter Two, in which there is the Sorting, Feast and start of term!
And you people don't know how hard it was for me 2b mean to Ron (who I love) and dissapoint Hagrid (who I also love). But don't worry! They'll be compensated for Harry's pansy-ish stupidity. Questions? Comments? Critisims? Flames? R&R! Au Revoir!
