Chapter 1: The Boy Who Lived
Draco kept looking around for the Boy Who Lived when he and I got off the train. But to his dismay, he did not know which boy could possibly be him. As all the first year students were gathered just outside the Great Hall, he had Aresa, Crabbe, and Goyle around him. He listened intently to the conversations around him, just trying to find the Harry Potter. His excitement was unnerving. I almost nudged him in his side to wipe the expression off his face, but settled for lightly scolding him.
"Calm yourself Draco. Show that you were raised with manners."
Instantly, his face went to his usual stotic expression.
"As if you aren't excited to see the famous Harry Potter too, cousin."
"Honestly Draco, I have little interest in the boy. I just have a feeling that our time in this institution may be more exciting than we first anticipated. When you try to befriend him, as I know you will, be polite. First impressions can make a difference of whether he will be your friend or enemy for the next seven years. Don't be more of a prat than you normally are and you just might befriend him. Or, maybe let me take the lead in introductions. Who knows who he may have already begun associating himself with. Besides, from what I have heard from Auntie Cissy about the idiotic Daily Prophet, he was raised without knowledge of magic. Meaning he was raised by muggles. Dear cousin Draco, you cannot hold your tounge to save your own life, so restrain yourself."
Draco looked at me grimly and nodded in defeat.
"You're too much of a politician with your negotiating. The ministry would make you the Minister of Magic less than a year of graduation at the rate you're going."
Politely smiling, I patted his knee and lightly laughed,
"It's nice to know you can admit when I am right."
Draco said nothing but watched everything around us in silence. moments passed and Draco was pulling me towards the front of the gathering crowd of fellow first years. Crabbe and Goyle followed. When we got to the front Draco's attention was taken by a boy with red hair and slightly dirty appearance who was talking to another boy with thinly framed glasses and a scar only slightly visible under his hair on his forehead. Just as Draco was about to speak I yanked his hand behind me and smiled to the dark haired boy who was now looking at me. With my free hand I waved at him and walked forward, keeping tight grip on Draco's hand behind me to keep him silenced.
"Hello."
The boy simply stared at me with a strange smile on his face before stuttering out a response,
"H-hello."
"My name is Aresa, this is my cousin Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle. I am interested to know who you are."
A small snicker escaped the red haired boy and Draco snapped,
"What's so funny to you?"
The boys face matched his hair and I held Draco's hand even tighter,
"Calm yourself Draco. I'm sure he wasnt laughing at you. Now, I have introduced myself and my companions, would you two return the favor."
The red haired boy swallowed and said,
"Ron...Weasley..."
I nodded to him and gave a smile.
"Harry. Harry Potter."
I beamed at the boy who seemed lost in my eyes,
"Pleasure to make your acquaintances. While you are quite famous Harry Potter, I would ask you a small favor. You see, I'm sort of famous myself. My family anyway. All I ask is that you judge me based on our first meeting rght now and the kindness I show upon my friends, not the reactions of others during my sorting and their views of my family."
Sticking my hand to the Boy Who Lived, I looked at him seriously and he looked slightly confused but took my hand and shook it. Just then a tall woman came before us. She was slender and looked wise as she gazed down upon us first years. She then recited rules and what was about to happen. Our sorting.