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The Forgotten Prophecy

Written By: Jeeths

Chapter 1: Draco's 1st Year

Draco dragged himself up onto platform 9 ¾. He dreaded being here, as it was the bane of his existence. It was his first year in which he would be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Although his father had brought him up to hating the headmaster, he was somewhat glad he was finally able to learn of the art which captured him most—magic, even if all the teaching there was headed by that old cook.

He was rather looking forward to making some new friends—some friends who were intelligent, rather than Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, whom had been his playmates since he was a little tyke. They, on the other hand, were never little tykes; they were extremely large while they were toddlers, and despite their childish minds, their stance could still be rather intimidating to the younger Malfoy. He learned to overcome that fear, as he found that his wit and level of intellect greatly overpowered theirs, winning many a battle. Hopefully they would gain more intelligence while at their new school, for his father, Lucius Malfoy, would force him to remain friends with them. He didn't wish for them to gain too much intellect, for then he would not be able to win in that department, but he still wished to be able to hold a decent conversation with them every now and then. He grew rather bored with them, and time grew dull as they were limited in their activities.

As Crabbe and Goyle pulled Draco's trunk onto the train he took in his surroundings. The Hogwarts Express gleamed in all its bright red glory, steaming away and mocking Draco, beckoning him to step onto the train, on the way to cheerful smiles and happy children. The sign displaying their location was swaying in the wind, a gesture for all the students to make way to Hogwarts. Many students were chattering to their parents, getting their last minute things together…one had unfortunately lost his toad.

Just as he was boarding the train, something caught his eye. A rather large and loud group of people all with blazing red hair were standing in a group talking and saying their goodbyes. Draco recognized them as the Weasleys, the clan which his father most certainly loved to hate. He sneered in disgust at the way they were shabbily dressed. Couldn't the muggle-loving fools even seem to present themselves well in front of others? He would do well to steer clear of them, save for an insult or two.

Draco caught a bit of the conversation amongst the group. The overly freckled twins seemed rather excited about something…

"Hey, Mom, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?" the one on the left said.

"You know that black haired boy who was near us in the station? Know who he is?" his identical twin continued.

"Who?" Mrs. Weasley inquired.

"Harry Potter!" they chimed.

The only girl sibling, otherwise remaining quite hidden behind her mother's patched skirt, came out and spoke for the first time. "Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please…" However, Mrs. Weasley flatly refused.

Draco pulled himself onto the train. It seems Potter hasn't taken any time to keep to himself. He's already flaunting about his identity and fame! You would have thought he would be a bit more modest and kept to himself for a while. But no, he has to go and tell the whole world, starting off with the biggest of the lot. Draco sighed. His father had told him to make Potter his first acquaintance. Why, he did not know, but he knew better than to disobey his father. He would have to reach out to him on the train, so that he wouldn't be lead astray. His father's orders were to become friends before they reached the Great Hall and the sorting, and to put much emphasis on getting into Slytherin. Hopefully Harry Potter wouldn't be as thick as Crabbe and Goyle.

Crabbe and Goyle were at the point trying to shove the trunk in the compartment, but lengthwise. Draco marched up to them, ordered them to drop it, turned the trunk around, and shoved it in himself. He gracefully plopped himself on a seat, while Crabbe and Goyle stationed themselves outside the compartment door, seeing that Draco was not to be disturbed.

As the train was about to pull out, Draco noticed a carrot-topped head outside his window. The little girl who was begging to meet Harry Potter from before was laughing and crying outside his window. She then began running alongside the train as it pulled out. When it began picking up speed, she fell back, and waved. She stopped waving, suddenly locking eyes with Draco. She immediately diverted her eyes. He watched her till she was out of sight.

He sighed, and then remembered about Harry Potter. He got up swiftly, and made for the compartment door. He opened it, but the trolley just came by. He pulled out a bag full of coins, mostly galleons. He bought some food for Crabbe, Goyle, and him. He returned to the compartment, and they ate their food, Crabbe and Goyle helping themselves to his. He got up once again, and gestured for Crabbe and Goyle to follow. They stuffed the remainder of the food into their mouths, and silently walked behind Draco, who strolled down the corridor, looking into the windows of the compartments until he finally found the one he was looking for. He reached for the handle and turned it.

To Be Continued...

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