Chapter 3
Fated Meeting
Harry Potter was excited. Today he was going to get his books and cloaks for Hogwarts. Remora met with him and Hagrid in the main pub of the Leaky Cauldron and told him that unfortunately her father-in-law couldn't join them. That didn't put a dent in his excitement however, as the crowd of three went towards Madam Milkin's Robes for All Occasions. However, due to his size, Hagrid couldn't get in so he waited outside, telling Remora and Harry that he would go get ice cream for the three of them, while Harry and Remora brought clothes. Remora and Harry entered the shop and the owner, a plump witch dressed in all mauve. She walked up to Harry and smiled "Hello dear, guessing you're here for Hogwarts robes?"
"Yes ma'am. I am." Harry said.
"First year I suppose. Very well then, go stand over there next to the blond boy. He's a First Year too." Madame Milkin said.
Harry nodded and made his way happily to a small raised platform, where a boy was standing, his arms out reached as a magical tape measure measured him. The boy was a bit taller than Harry, his short platinum blonde hair making Harry think that he was pretty. "Hello." Harry said as he stood next to the boy.
The boy glanced at him, his face aristocratic and adding to his beauty, in Harry's opinion. "Hello." The boy said.
"I'm Harry." Harry said, laughing when the tape measure started to measure him, tickling Harry a bit.
"Draco…" the boy said, watching Harry, curious about him.
"Are you going to Hogwarts too?" Harry asked, trying his best to stay still as the magic tape measure measured his feet and toes.
"Yes." Draco said, "I suppose you are too?"
"Yeah." Harry said.
"I suppose you don't know what house you'll be in." Draco said, Harry could hear some smug in his voice.
"No, do you?"
"I'll be in Slytherin of course." Draco said smugly, "The best House in Hogwarts. My family have always been in Slytherin."
Draco looked like he was about to say something else but Harry said "I don't mind being in Slytherin, or Ravenclaw or Gryffindor." He blushed slightly and whispered, "I just hope I don't get into Hufflepuff."
Draco gave a small laugh and said "Hufflepuff might be one of the worst Houses in Hogwarts. Ravenclaw's alright, if you're into bookworms and boring people. Gryffindor might be even worse than Hufflepuff! Father said Gryffindor is just full of dunderheads who act before they think, and they're so stubborn they always think they're right. Slytherin is the best of all the Houses. We're smart, cunning, and just better in every single way."
Harry nodded and thought to himself, maybe Slytherin is the best. "My friend was a Ravenclaw, and her husband is a Slytherin." He said.
"Then she married right." Draco said, "Like I said, Slytherins are the best. You better hope you get into Slytherin Harry, that way we can keep the House Cup where it belongs."
House Cup? What's that? Harry wondered. He was about to ask when the tape measure moved to his nose and brushed against it, causing him to sneeze. Draco smirked at Harry's sneeze and he blushed. When the tape measure moved away Draco asked "You into Quidditch? It's such a stupid rule that first years can't join the teams. I've been flying ever since I was five, so I don't see why I can't tryout just because of the stupid rule. Do you know how to fly?" Draco asked.
Fly? As in flying a broomstick? Harry thought. "I umm never flew or watched Quidditch," Harry admitted blushing, "but they both sound like fun!"
"Never—wait, you're not a muggleborn are you?" Draco accused him of. Harry shook his head and said "No, my mom and dad are wizards."
"Then what in Merlin's name is wrong with them!?" Draco asked, "Not letting you fly!" Harry looked sad, not wanting to mention that his parents are dead, but not wanting Draco to make fun of him. Draco watched Harry's expression and sighed. He moved over to Harry and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Fine then. I'll teach you everything you need to know to be a proper wizard. On one condition."
Harry smiled and asked "What?"
"Make sure you get into Slytherin first. I don't want a Hufflepuff lacky or, Merlin forbid, a Gryffindor following me around." Draco said, he thought for a second and said "A Ravenclaw would be better but Harry you better become a Slytherin."
"Okay Draco, I will." Harry smiled. I made a friend, he thought. "Oh, wait!" he said, "I don't know your last name."
"Isn't it obvious? I'm a Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." Draco said, finally offering his hand. Harry shook it and smiled "I'm Harry Potter."
"Potter?" Malfoy asked surprised, "You're Harry Potter?"
"Y-Yeah." Harry stuttered. Draco smirked and said "Then Potter, you better get into Slytherin."
"Okay Draco." Harry said, matching Draco's smirk with a small smile. Madame Milkin walked over to them and said "Sorry boys, had to help a fine woman fine some clothes for her husband. Right, Mr. Malfoy your measurements are done, follow me and we'll get you your uniforms. I think your mother is done looking for fabrics by now."
Draco nodded and turned to Harry, "Remember Potter. Get into Slytherin. I got many plans for us together."
"Okay Draco." Harry said smiling, his cheeks a rosy red. He watched as Draco left him and he turned around and faced the window, his arms spread out as the tape measure continued its job. When the tape measure was done, it zoomed away from Harry, and towards a wall, where a quill started writing when the tape measure landed next to it. Harry followed the tape measure and looked around, the shelved walls filled with piles of different fabrics for Harry to choose.
"Did you find everything alright Harry?" Remora asked, scaring Harry. She was holding two folded robes in her arm.
"Umm I think so?" Harry said, he didn't know what fabric he was supposed to use for his cloak. Remora chuckled and asked "Do you need help picking out a fabric for your clothes?" Harry nodded meekly and Remora smiled. "Alright, do you have your letter?" Harry nodded, giving her his acceptance letter with the list of materials that he needs. Remora read it and said "Alright Harry, you'll need three black robes, a plain pointed hat, though honestly I don't remember wearing mine frequently, protective gloves and a winter cloak." Remora looked around and nodded to herself, "Alright Harry, first let's find you your robes. They need to be black, and comfortable, so let's see if we can't find something." Remora gave the letter back to Harry and pulled out her wand. She casted a spell that made the time appear and she quickly harnessed her wand and pulled out a flask and took a swig from it. Harry watched her and Mr. Stark do that a couple of times during dinner last night. When he asked her about it, she said it was "medicine."
Harry guessed that Remora was very sick and hoped that she would feel better soon, and that he wouldn't catch whatever she has. Harry and Remora walked through shelves of robes and cloaks in a variety of colors, from blue to navy to red to purple, Harry even saw a rainbow robe or two, the colors moving and shimmering as Harry watched. When he pointed it out Remora laughed and said "Maybe when you're older, right now we need uniforms."
Harry nodded and soon they found robes that fit Harry's measurement, Madame Milkin following after them, Harry's measurements in her hands. "Those are 80 sickles each now." She said. Harry nodded and looked at his list, "Umm, do you have gloves with dragon hide?"
"Of course I do Mr. Potter. I offer the best of clothing for young witches and wizards. And husbands who constantly rip their robes." Madame Milkin said, winking at Remora who gave a small laugh.
Madame Milkin showed where the dragon hide gloves are, and she helped Harry get his pointed hat and winter cloak. Harry and Remora followed her to the front, where she totaled everything and asked for a little over five Galleons. Remora and Harry exited the shop and looked around. "I guess Hagrid is still getting the ice cream." Remora said, she looked at Harry and smiled "how about we get your books real quick while we wait."
"Okay." Harry said. Remora led the way to Flourish and Blotts, and Harry held the door for her. She thanked him and Remora told Harry to look for his books. "Ask if you need help, but I'm sure you'll won't need it. You're a smart boy." She smiled.
Harry smiled back and went to a wall filled with books, his acceptance letter in his hand as he read the titles of his school books. He found the first two easily, but he had trouble finding Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander. A tall, dark skinned boy walked up to Harry and asked "Do you need help?" Harry turned and gasped at the boy's appearance. The dark skinned boy had high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes that sent a chill through Harry, though Harry didn't seem to mind it. The boy had brown eyes that reminded Harry of all the chocolate that Dudley ate but he could never have, and Harry had to look up to see him, the boy being a full head taller than Harry. "I said do you need help?" the boy asked, a slight Italian accent going through.
"Umm yeah," Harry said blushing under the boy's gaze, "I'm looking for this book, umm Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them." The boy smiled, sending another chill down Harry's spine, and said "I know where that book is, follow me."
Harry followed the boy to a small table where there was a large pile of the book. The boy took one copy and gave it to Harry. "Here you go." He smiled.
"T-Thanks… I'm Harry by the way." Harry said.
"Blaise Zabini." The boy said, Harry offered his hand to shake, but Blaise took it and brought it to his lips, kissing it lightly. "A pleasure." He smiled. "I hope to see you in Hogwarts Harry." Harry blushed and nodded his head, not fully understanding what exactly happened when the boy left him, going back to the pillars of books in the shop. Why did he kiss my hand? Harry wondered, was that the wizard way of saying goodbye? Harry never saw anyone kiss a person's hand, not even on television when Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia allowed him to watch it. Harry wondered if he should have kissed Draco's hand when they said goodbye, or maybe that was just something that Blaise did. Harry shrugged it off, deciding to ask Remora about it later, and went off to find the rest of his books, which he did with realative ease. Although, he didn't catch any glimpse of Blaise again, much to his disappointment. Even with their brief encounter, Harry thought that he and Blaise might become friends, like he and Draco are.
After he paid for his books he looked for Remora, only to find her outside with Hagrid, Remora holding an ice cream cone in her hand and Hagrid holding two. Harry walked out and Hagrid met him, handing Harry his ice cream. They ate their ice cream and talked, Harry telling Hagrid about the books he brought, and how Remora helped him. "You're awfully good with kids, if you don't mind me saying." Hagrid said to Remora.
"Well, it's good practice." Remora smiled.
"Oh you mean?" Hagrid blustered.
"No," Remora chuckled, "We're still talking about it though."
"Talking into what?" Harry asked, confused.
"Well erm…" Hagrid said, not prepared to answer Harry's questions.
"You'll learn when you're older Harry. Just know that we're talking about babies." Remora said. She checked the time and said "Is that the time!? I'm sorry boys, but I have to meet my father-in-law. Hagrid, Harry it was very nice to meet both of you. And Harry, have a great year at Hogwarts."
Remora left them and Hagrid said "We best be returning you back to home too. Oh, almost forgot." Hagrid gave Harry a golden ticket and said "This is your ticket Harry to the Hogwarts Express. Do not lose your ticket Harry. You understand?" Harry nodded and looked at it, reading "Platform 9 ¾?"
Hagrid nodded and said "I'm sure you'll find it." Hagrid and Harry went back to the Leaky Cauldron and Harry packed up everything he brought in his trunk, making sure that he has both his trunk and his still owl. While they were eating ice cream, Harry was looking through History of Magic, and saw the name Hedwig. Harry liked the name, so he decided to name her Hedwig. Hedwig chipped happily at the name and Harry smiled.
Hagrid returned Harry back to Number 4 Private Drive and Harry took a deep breath when he opened the door. Uncle Vernon was waiting for him and said "Get in boy."
The rest of Harry's summer came back to normal, Harry did his chores and listened as Uncle Vernon and Dudley called Harry names like "freak" and "boy" while Aunt Petunia just stuck her nose up at him. Diagon Alley felt like a dream for Harry, except every night when Harry went to bed in his new bedroom, Dudley's old second bedroom, Hedwig chirped happily and Harry gave her some affection. As each day ended, Harry became more and more excited to see Draco and Blaise again and the week before Harry walked up to his uncle and asked him if he can drive Harry to the train station.
"Funny way of getting to your school, trains. What were the flying carpets have holes in them?" Uncle Vernon laughed. Harry asked again and Uncle Vernon said "Fine boy, I'll drive you. Just keep that bird of your quiet. It kept Dudley awake last night."
Harry quickly thanked his uncle and got back to doing his chores. The week flew by and finally on the last day of August, Uncle Vernon drove Harry to Kings Cross, dropping him off in front of the station and driving off when Harry unloaded his luggage and Hedwig. Harry made sure he had everything and stepped inside, getting a trolley for his luggage and Hedwig as he began his search for Platform 9 ¾.
A/N Hello! That's chapter 3 and we see friendships, and other things, raise! Seriously please review! Reviews help me improve my writing so you guys can get better stuff, especially when we get to the smuttier things. Hope to see you all there!