We arrived at knockturn alley first. I don't know why but this place gives me the chills. My mother handed me the money I needed and went off to shop with Cissa and left me and Draco to wander. He told me how he wanted a broom But, it was against the rules for first years to have brooms of their own. I let him drone on as we walked into diagon alley our first stop was Madam Malkin.

She was a squat smiling witch dressed in mauve.

"Hogwarts dearys?"

We both nodded, draco was taken to one side of the store and I to the other. I stood silently as the witch pinned the robe in the appropriate places. I then noticed that another boy our age had walked into the store and was now standing on the footstool next to draco and all the way across the room I could hear draco talking.

"Hello," Draco said, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," said the boy.

"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said Draco. He had on bored, drawling voice that I hadn't heard before. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first years can't have their own. I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

I shook my head, his mother was off shopping with my mother and his father wasn't even in the country. Oh how he was trying to boast of his purebloodness.

"Have you got your own broom?" he went on

"No," the boy said.

"Play Quidditch at all?"

"No," Harry the boy said again.

"I do — Father says it's a crime if I'm not picked to play for my house, and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"

Again with the boasting, I had every mind to walk over to him and slap his silly head.

"Well, no one really knows until they get there, do they" and he started droning on again.

I could tell the boy next to him was getting quite annoyed.

"I say, look at that man!" Draco said to the boy suddenly, nodding toward the front window. A half-giant was standing there, grinning at the boy and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn't come in.

"That's Hagrid," said the boy "He works at Hogwarts."

"Oh," Draco said, "I've heard of him. He's a sort of servant, isn't he?"

"He's the gamekeeper,"

"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage — lives in a hut on the school grounds and every now and then he gets drunk, tries to do magic, and ends up setting fire to his bed."

Now Draco was starting to be a little rude and that was now bugging her to no end

"I think he's brilliant," said the boy rather coldly. I couldn't blame him. Draco was going to be chewed out by the time I got done with him.

"Do you?" said draco, with a slight sneer. "Why is he with you? Where are your parents?"

"They're dead," said the boy shortly. I felt sorry for the boy.

"Oh, sorry," Draco said, not sounding sorry at all. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"

"They were a witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."

"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families. What's your surname, anyway?"

Before he could speak anymore I walked over there since I was finished and smacked Draco across the head.

"That's enough Draco. Can you not have a civilized conversation for one second? I mean this boys parents are dead and all your droning on about is Qudditch and wizarding blood purity! Your lucky I don't have a wand yet or I'd turn your world upside down."

I turned to the boy to say sorry for Draco but he had already gone. So I turned back to Draco who was a tad red embarrassed. Probably for being yelled at in public by a girl.

We finished and paid and we got our books silently, as we walked towards the owl emporium. As I looked through the owls trying to find the perfect one I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see draco.

"What." I said coldly,

"I wanted to know why your so mad at me."

"Because, Draco. I know your proud of being pureblood and everything but, you rub it into peoples faces. And you act as if your better then anyone else. I get enough of that from my mother and I don't need it from my friend either."

"Well, Im sorry okay?"

I sighed… and pinched the bridge of my nose. " Fine I accept your apology."

After that we found our owls I got a barn owl whom I named Violet. Don't ask me why. But I did. The last thing on our list was wands now Ollivander is this little old man who really really freaks me out. He always talks to himself. I was first cause Draco was being a big baby.

" Ah, yes Victoria your mother she had 12 ½ inch oak with a dragon heart string core. Your father had a 9 ¾ pine with a Pheonix Feather. So…hm…. Tricky tricky trick how about a Hornbeam, 7 ¾ inches with a Veela Hair inside?"

He handed me the wand and I gave a graceful flick of my wrist. And Sparks flew out.

"I was right on the dot. Now… Mr. Malfoy. Your mother and father were both very tricky customers. But, Im sure we'll find you a wand."

As Draco was getting his wand I looked around the shop, there were dust patches here and there but nothing to bad. Unless, you count giant spiders crawling out of the wand boxes. As soon as Draco was done the two children raced out of the creepy shop and out into the streets, where they convientently found their parents.

She couldn't wait for school to start. 27 days and counting.