Chapter Two

First Year

Harry sat nervously in the boats. He couldn't believe where he was sitting. Barely a few days ago he was sitting in his home, watching TV shows with his godfather. Now he was here, in this boat, on his way to Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry!? This had to be a mistake. But then how could it be? Sirius had magic didn't he? So did everyone in the Order, and all the people he knew. Sirius said his parents had magic, right? So of course he had to have magic!

Harry thought to himself, getting more and more confident that he was supposed to be here. There was a streak of lightening in the sky, but it wasn't a streak of lightening. It stayed somehow, and it wasn't the usual color. It was.... green? Was it possible? It looked so... eerie. But nothing could make Harry hate today, or feel scared. Today, the rest of his life was gonna be great. He could tell as he stared up at the magnificent castle.

As he walked with the other first years up to the castle, he felt eyes staring at his head. His new friend Ron was talking about the Sorting Ceremony. Draco stood on the other side of Ron, and started telling him that Fred and George had been talking rubbish. Apparently Ron's older brothers, Fred and George, had convinced him that there was a fight with a Troll. But Draco, knew otherwise, courtesy of his guardian, Severus Snape, who was a Professor at Hogwarts.

Draco and Ron went way back. Severus was a part of this thing called the Order of the Phoenix, as were Ron's parents. They fought against You-Know-Who, and got to know each other quite well. Severus posed as a spy between the sides. When Severus would be gone, Draco would stay with the Weasley's. Draco's parents had been killed when they angered the Dark Lord months after Draco was born.

Apparently Draco's mother, upon seeing her child, swore she would never hand him over to the Dark Lord, and swore she would never allow him to become the monsters who followed him. Her husband, swore the same, although reluctantly, and he killed them on the spot. You-Know-Who didn't search for their son. He gave up on the boy and told Severus to get rid of him. Severus took the infant Draco to the Order and asked that they watch him until his return.

Severus raised Draco as much as he could. But being at Hogwarts all the time caused a problem. So Draco was more of a brother to Ron than anything, seeing as the Weasley's took Draco in while Severus was working.

Harry had been raised by his Godfather, Sirius Black. The three boys were well acquainted with each other, and were, for all intents and purposes, best friends. When they reached the Great Hall, they were amazed by the grandiosity of it all. They're mouths opened as they attempted to take in the whole ordeal. A girl behind Harry was talking about something, and he decided to listen to her.

"It's just enchanted to look like the night sky. I read it in Hogwarts: A History." She boasted watching the ceiling. Harry smirked and she looked at him as though he had said something.

"It was enchanted to appear like the night sky. It doesn't just show night sky. When its day it shows the weather outside. Unless the weather's brutal it generally bases as a Weather Channel. And when the weather is brutal, it shows clear skies." Harry explained pointing out. The girl smiled as though this was pleasing.

"Brilliant. Magic is so exciting isn't it?" She asked looking at Harry with wide eyes. He nodded.

"It sure is. Though, I've heard Divination can be a hoax. But it all depends upon the person I guess. Some people have it in them, others just... don't get it." He shrugged and caught up with Ron and Draco. They had been arguing about the troll fights and weren't speaking to each other.

"He won't admit that his brothers are bonkers and just trying to psych him out." Draco whispered furiously. Harry snickered.

"He's right mate. Fred and George are just pulling your string." Harry said then quieted down, and watched the older woman who stood before them.

"You will now be sorted into your houses. When I call your name, you will sit on this stool, I will place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be placed into your appropriate Houses. Abbott, Hannah." A girl walked forward and was told to go to Hufflepuff. A series of names passed and then McGonagall said, "Granger, Hermione." The girl Harry had talked to earlier came prancing over, and sat on the stool. She looked at Harry who gave her a thumbs up, then her gaze passed to Draco, who grinned and nodded. The Hat called out, "GRYFFINDOR!" And she bounced off to the table cheering.

A few more names, and Draco was called. Harry knew that he might be separated from his friend. Draco's entire family had been in Slytherin, yet he wanted Gryffindor or Ravenclaw. He didn't really want to be in Slytherin. Nonetheless he sat on the stool and as the Sorting Hat came down on his head, everyone expected it to say Slytherin. He was the only son of Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Black Malfoy. How could he not go to Slytherin? But after a few moments, the Sorting Hat yelled, "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry saw the apparent sigh, and Draco swaggered over to the table, and sat next to Hermione Granger. Even from up here, Harry could see her blushing.

Before he knew it, he heard, "Potter, Harry." He stepped forward, and heard the whole Hall become silent. Not a single person was moving besides him. The hat was placed on his head and suddenly a voice started talking to him. "Hmm, you've got a good mind. I can see you're not picky where you go. The way I see it, Gryffindor or Slytherin is where you're going. But if I know people like I do, I'd have to say GRYFFINDOR!" Harry smiled and went down the steps to his best friend.

Now all they needed was for Ron to be put in the house, too. They watched with baited breath as the rest of the first years were called. Then, "Weasley, Ronald." Harry and Draco looked at each other with smiles. There was no possible way that Ron was going anywhere but Gryffindor. His whole family was in here. Even the ones who had graduated were in Gryffindor. If he went to another House, it was by some random force of nature.

After a few moments, the words that everyone was waiting for, "GRYFFINDOR!" Harry and Draco clapped and cheered the loudest as their third member descended the steps to join them at the table. The Headmaster stood up, and greeted everyone with a smile.

"To our first years, welcome to Hogwarts, and to our older students, welcome back! I will leave my warnings and wishes to the end of the feast, but for now, DIG IN!" He said and clapped his hands. Food appeared on the tables and all the first years gasped. Immediately, Harry, Draco and Ron started piling food on their plates. There was almost every type of food, all of Harry's favorites.

"How does it feel Draco?" Harry asked, basically shouting to be heard. Draco laughed as he shoved some mashed potatoes onto his plate.

"How does what feel?" He asked back, salting his mashed potatoes and then adding butter. Even though Draco looked like a healthy person, his diet certainly would give any other man a heart attack.

"Being the first Malfoy to be in Gryffindor?" Harry asked. But before Draco could answer, Ron stole a bite of Draco's mashed potatoes and almost had a heart attack on the spot. Harry and Draco almost fell off the benches as they watched Ron gag, spit it out and attempted to find water so he could drown away the miserable tastes of too much butter and salt.

"It feels amazing! I don't know any of those who went to Slytherin, and they all seem rather shallow and despicable to me." Draco said patting Ron on the back so he didn't choke on his chicken leg. Ron nodded in appreciation and took another sip of water. He was having a hard time eating today. Harry and Draco thought they were full until the food disappeared and dessert replaced it. They loaded their plates yet again, with food that looked too good to be real. Hermione was almost appalled at this.

"Ugh, how can you eat so much?" She asked, the boys just shrugged and piled more onto their plates. Finally the feast was over and Dumbledore stood up. He spoke a few words, none of which Harry paid attention to, until he said something about winding up dead. He asked Draco who shrugged, and watched the floating candles. After a few more minutes of speech, the Headmaster dismissed the students and the Hall was filled again with the din of people talking and scraping benches as people struggled to remove themselves from the Hall.

Harry and Ron found themselves separated from Draco and apparently their new friend, Hermione. But no matter, they followed Ron's brother, Percy, to the Gryffindor Common Room, where they learned the password for entry, and found their dormitories quickly. Harry quickly found a bed in the middle, Ron took one side and they saved a bed on the other side of Harry for Draco. They went downstairs to investigate the common room and see what it was like, when they heard Hermione yelling.

"YOU ARE A DESPICABLE CREATURE! I HATE YOU!" Harry and Ron ran out of the common room to find Hermione and Draco standing just beyond the portrait hole, with Draco looking stunned and Hermione, well she was quite pissed off. Hermione slapped Draco in the face, and walked off into the common room. But instead of being angered by this, Draco just... looked... stunned.

"Umm, Draco?" Harry asked waving hand in front of his face. Draco shook himself, and smiled.

"Well that was interesting." He said and followed Hermione into the common room.

A/N: Ok, lame ending I know but... it's getting long and I don't really know where i'm going with this part. Theyre not supposed to like each other right now... so i'll elaborate on the fight next chapter. I'm still kinda winging this one.... please review!