Chapter 2: The Train
He woke up to his mother screaming for him. 'Wow, what a surprise,' he thought with bitter sarcasm. He quickly dressed, then grabbed all his things together and shoved them into his trunk.
"Now, when we get there, you're going to try and find your cousin," his mother was explaining as he snatched his toast from the toaster and buttered it.
"Second cousin's sister-in-law's uncle's grandson," Daimaen muttered, aware that his mother was completely ignoring him.
"He can show you around and all that nice stuff!" she finished resolutely, as chipper as anyone can be. (You'd be surprised at how chipper that is, especially for a woman whose top-of-her-lungs were her son's alarm clock.) Daimaen, however, knew that on the off chance the kid actually spoke to him, the encounter would be…less than pleasant.
Draco Malfoy was notorious for being stubborn, cocky, pompous, arrogant, and rich as hell. His parents were rumored to own at least half of Britain, and a few other countries besides. His father, Lucius Malfoy, had supposedly been a Death Eater in the Dark Times (as Finn called them) and that is where he got all his power. Plus he was said to be big in the British Ministry of Magic. About Draco's mother not much could be said, except that she was exceedingly beautiful and had been Narcissa Black before marriage. The Blacks, who consisted mostly of Death Eaters; criminals; cowards; or some combination of such, were a very wealthy and very discriminatory Pureblood family. Daimaen was pretty sure his mother was some branch off of them, but he could never get her to talk about it (and lately didn't want to).
They went to the station. He found his second cousin's sister-in-law's uncle's grandson. It went much as he thought it would, him confirming the other's identity, the other not speaking to him but to show him how to get on the train, him taking to following the other around behind the other's little group of henchmen. It would've been uneventful, like the most of his life, if he hadn't followed them in that one compartment.
There were three girls and two boys there. One boy was very tall, taller even than Daimaen, and had vibrant red hair, brown eyes, and freckles. The other was much shorter but not really short, and had messy jet black hair and bright green eyes behind glasses; or in other words, the exact description of Harry Potter. Daimaen said nothing. The shortest of the three girls was obviously the tall boy's sister, because she looked just like him. The other two flanked her on the seat like pack hounds.
One had bushy brown hair and an open book in her lap; she had been reading. The other resembled Harry a lot except that her eyes were blue and her equally black hair was neatly straightened.
Some odd conversation ensued that Daimaen did not understand much of; it made him uncomfortable. What he got out of it was that Draco and the girl related to Harry both knew the same thing that no one else seemed to, and the girl didn't want her friends to know about it. So, obviously, Draco mentioned it. Hinted at it, really, since he probably didn't want his own friends (and Daimaen) to know the exact nature of the thing either. Whatever it was, it made Daimaen uncomfortable, and from what he could tell probably everyone else around too. Like when someone tells a sex joke that no one thinks is funny, including the person who told it, but everyone laughs anyway.
So when they left the compartment, Daimaen followed but lagged behind, deciding that he didn't like these people, then dashed into the nearest compartment to find something worse.
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References/Notes:
>> Yes, I made Draco an obscure relative for humor purposes. Laugh.
>> The girl who looks like Harry, a.k.a., Renee Potter, is of my sister's creation. She's not mine, although in later chapters I do kind of adopt her a bit.