This Happened.

Sixteen-year-old Hary Potter stepped off the train with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Uh. Trains. They don't bring up any good memories. Even meeting Ron had it's down sides. "Hey! Harry! Stop dancing with the sun and stars and join us back on Earth!" Ron clicked his fingers in front of his friend's face. Harry pushed his hands away and, dispite Ron's earlier comments, went back to thinking.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" His mother screemed, making Harry lose his grip on the toy train. "But mummy! Me just playing!" He rememebered the chilling look on his mother's face. "Well, let Draco play too." The sentence was cold, and Harry didn't dare carry the argument on.

"Not so bloody likely," Harry mumbeled under his breath. "I won't let him play with my train." Hermione held back the erge to giggle. She had been the only one he told, as Ron could, well, shall we just say that he could take things the wrong way. But then he heard Hermione's breath become unsteady and the giggle was now a hic-up. "It's Malfoy," She wispered in his ear. Harry looked up and saw that she was right (not that she ever gets anything wrong), Malfoy and his girlfreinds, Crabbe and Goyle, were walking towards him. "I do hope you haven't foggen why and how the hatered between us started?" Draco Malfoy sneered. "Yes, now let me see..." Harry rubbed his chin, preteneding to think about it. "Ah, yes. Wasn't it that silly argument over a toy train?" Hermione held back a giggle again, whilst Ron, Crabbe and Goyle were busy looking confused. "Find something funny, Granger?" Malfoy turned back to Harry. "I can't believe you told the Mudblood. I can't believe you told anyone. It was a stupid argument, but look who's talking. You started the whole thing."

What could Harry do? He was only three years old then. But he still wouldn't let Malfoy play with his toy train. In fact, if he remembered correctly, he still had that same train. It didn't change the fact that he still wouldn't let Malfoy play with it.