A/N: I just want to clarify that this won't be a Malfoy centred story. Once Peter gets to Hogwarts, we'll start to see more of the main canon characters.
Also, since this is a "what if" crossover story, it might seem canon compliant at the beginning. BUT, as the story progresses and more things are changed, we shall depart from the original and see new adventures.
The Hogwarts Express:
"You're going to Hogwarts as well?"
"What?" asked Peter incredulously. "How is that possible? I'm born after July."
"Apparently not," said Draco, "according to this letter."
Narcissa turned to her husband and asked, "What could this mean?"
Lucius looked up from his rumination and stared at Peter mysteriously.
Peter couldn't help but shift uncomfortably on his feet. He never had a close relationship with his father, and throughout his time since he woke up into the Malfoy family, Lucius had been the only one not to accept him.
Surprising even himself, Peter stared back defiantly, getting him a raised eyebrow from his father, who then turned to his wife. Peter felt his face heat up and looked down to stare at his feet.
"Allow me to take care of this," Lucius said, standing up slowly and walking towards their fireplace. In a gulf of green flame, Lucius was gone.
"Wow," Draco whispered. Then, in a louder voice: "You're going to Hogwarts with me!"
Comprehension finally dawned on Peter, and his face lit up with a huge smile. "I'm in the same year as you!"
Suddenly, another realization dawned on Peter, and this time it made the blood drain from his face. I'm in the same year as Harry Potter.
Oh.
Peter frowned and shook his head, trying to resist the cloud from forming in his head.
"Now, now." Narcissa smiled apologetically at Peter. "Your father will likely be talking to Dumbledore to see if there was indeed an error. Don't get too excited yet."
Peter huffed in faux frustration and Draco whined, but their birthday celebration continued on a happier note for the rest of that day.
-oOo-
Lucius despised Hogwarts. He had spent enough time on this wretched place for a lifetime. Normally, he would send one of his subordinates if a business regarding Hogwarts was due, but this one in particular involved a Malfoy.
As much as he refused to accept Peter as his own child, he still bore his family name. It would not do to have a Malfoy receive such an oversight from one of the most prestigious wizarding school on Britain.
That's why Lucius found himself being escorted to the headmaster's office by the old, frail-looking squib, Argus Filch: the Hogwarts caretaker. Oh, how deep into the gutter this school had gone.
In any case, that was far from Lucius' main concern at the moment. He tried to think of the many possible reasons why Peter was suddenly being sent to Hogwarts this year. He couldn't shake the dreadful notion that it had something to do with the day of Peter's delivery five years ago.
His master's abrupt visit.
Too abrupt, in fact, that he didn't even get to hear the last of his master's words before he and the body carrying him started to scream in pain and disappeared in a green light.
From the little that he heard, he assumed it had something to do with Alabama.
Lucius had sent some spies around the place, but they returned sooner than he would've liked.
"The people living there are weird, sir. Wizards and muggles alike. I would rather gouge my eyes out than go back there," a servant had said.
Lucius was tempted to do just as much, but he figured it would only be to no avail. His master didn't seem to think it was urgent, anyway. He had figured that it was where the boy came from and was proven correct with the boy's foreign accent that had persisted several months.
A cat's meowing brought him back to the present.
The caretaker walked slowly ahead of Lucius, occasionally giving him suspicious glances from over the shoulder. Lucius tried not to sigh or roll his eyes every time the frail man did so.
They finally reached the gargoyle that opened to the spiral staircase, leading up to the headmaster's office. Lucius entered promptly and slammed the door shut before the caretaker got the chance to speak or step in.
"Lucius," said Dumbledore from behind his desk. "What brings you here in this fine June morning?"
Lucius took a few breaths to regain his composure, which he almost lost from the indignities of being guided by Argus Filch.
Dumbledore asked him once more: "Can I help you with anything?"
"My son, Peter Malfoy, received a Hogwarts letter today, despite the fact that he doesn't turn eleven for another two months."
"Ah, I'm sure you're aware that families with children of the same year will receive all necessary letters concurrently in order to save our owls from the extra work?"
"Yes, I'm aware of that, but—I'm sure I would know the years my sons would be attending Hogwarts."
"I'm not sure what you're trying to say, Lucius."
"What I'm saying is that Peter's birthday is on the 10th of August, well past the range of Draco's school year."
Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and furrowed it. "Well, that can't be right."
The headmaster summoned a folder from a cabinet beside him and flipped through its contents of papers. His hands stopped and looked down at the document in front of him briefly, appearing pensive, before closing the folder shut. He swiftly looked up at Lucius.
"According to our records, your son was born in late July. Perhaps there were some errors made on the papers during the adoption process, or maybe they were somehow delayed in printing. It would make sense, considering he's likely from a muggle family."
"My son is not a mudblood," said Lucius coldly, though even he wasn't sure of that. "I would like to see the records for myself."
"I believe I can't do that," said Dumbledore. He levitated the folder back to the filing cabinet and locked it. "Students family confidentiality and all. I'm sure you'd understand."
"He is my son!"
"Your adopted son."
Lucius sneered, "I won't be forgetting how you denied me this time, Dumbledore."
"I hope for your forgiveness," said Dumbledore pleasantly, though Lucius noticed his eyes looked dark. "Now, if you wouldn't mind, I was in the middle of something. It was a pleasure to see you again, Lucius."
Lucius spun around and walked briskly out the door. It wasn't until he got back home did he realise that he never got around to asking for the exact date of his son's birthday.
-oOo-
The train whistle blew, indicating that it was ready to start for Hogwarts.
"Do well in school, you two," said Narcissa firmly She was dressed elegantly, her motherly side eclipsed by the aristocratic persona she always showed in public.
"Of course, Mother," drawled Draco.
Peter merely nodded. He had been growing apprehensive of going to Hogwarts ever since his father had dragged him aside and gave him the talk about his true purpose in the Malfoy family.
"You already know that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named sent you to us those many years ago... when he saw how badly your parents... treated you. What we haven't told you is that he assigned us to prepare you for a mission you've been chosen to be responsible for.
"I was going to talk to you about it once Draco had gone to Hogwarts; to prepare you for what's to come and what you must do. Circumstances forced my plans to be changed, so I will try to make this talk brief with you.
"You will make Harry Potter's life miserable, no matter the lengths you have to take to do so..."
Those familiar words had made Peter flinch. The tingling sensation did not mix well with the cloud of tranquillity he suddenly felt. It sent a chill down Peter's spine, and it took him all he could just to not shake compulsively.
Peter closed his eyes shut at the memory, feeling conflicted, scared. He knew Harry Potter was an enemy; a weapon of the mudbloods and the blood traitors. The boy had taken away the wizarding world's only hope for purity and survival. He must pay for his actions.
Yet, Peter didn't understand why they found it necessary for him to be the one to carry out this particular mission. Why not just let Draco do it? He seemed to be more willing to do it.
All further ruminations were set aside as Peter laid eyes on the beautiful Daphne Greengrass, already aboard the train, talking to a few other pureblood children. She looked out through the window and her face lit up in surprise when she caught sight of him.
She waved. He waved back.
Putting on a smug face, Peter said his farewell to his parents and strode towards the train and into Daphne's compartment. Draco strutted right beside him.
They slid the compartment door open and all the kids inside turned their heads to them. Vincent and Gregory were sitting across from Daphne and Pansy.
"How're my soon-to-be Slytherins doing?" Draco asked them all.
"Hey, Draco. H—Peter?"
"Peter!"
"Peter, you came!"
"You really are going to Hogwarts with us, huh?"
"Gee, guys," said Peter. "Don't let me steal Draco's thunder."
"We already knew Draco's going with us, though."
"Yeah, we didn't know you were actually coming as well."
"You were literally at our party when we announced it, you idiot," said Draco.
"Whatever." Peter sat down next to Daphne.
"Hey, Pete," she said breathily.
"Hey, Daphne."
-oOo-
"Hey, Ron."
The Weasley twins were back.
"Listen, we're going down the middle of the train—Lee Jordan's got a giant tarantula down there."
"Right," mumbled Ron.
"Harry," said the other twin, "did we introduce ourselves? Fred and George Weasley. This is Ron, our brother."
Harry nodded to each of them.
"See you later, then," said the twins synchronously.
"Bye," said Harry and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
"Are you really Harry Potter?" Ron blurted out.
Harry nodded.
"Oh, well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's jokes," said Ron. "And have you really got—you know..."
He pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled back his bangs to show the lightning scar he's had since he can remember. Ron stared at it.
Their compartment door suddenly slid open again, and two boys their age entered. One was rather pale and skinny while the other one looked more toned.
Due to their silvery hair, Harry recognized them at once. They were the boys from Madam Malkin's robe shop, though the pale one was now looking at Harry with a lot more interest than he'd shown back in Diagon Alley.
The other one looked meaner. His arms were crossed and his chin high up, trying to look intimidating.
"Is it true?" the pale boy said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, then, isn't it?"
"Yes," said Harry.
"We're the Malfoys," he replied carelessly. "I'm Draco and this is my brother, Peter."
Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Both boys looked at him.
"Something caught in your throat, darling?" snarked Peter Malfoy.
"Think our name's funny, do you?" Draco Malfoy added, "No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford."
Peter turned to Harry. "You must be a little underwhelmed with how few your fans are these days, aren't you? I guess your relevance has run out. Now you have to resort to this muggle-lover just to feel better about yourself."
Shifting his attention back to Ron, he said: "You'll soon find out that some people don't deserve to be admired, Weasley. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
He held out his hand to shake Ron's, but Ron didn't take it.
Peter raised his eyebrows. "You're one of us, Weasley. Make the right choices and perhaps you'll do better in life than the rest of your family have so far."
Suddenly, Ron lost the ability to make eye contact. "If you're trying to get me to join the dark side, count me out, Malfoy."
"Then I'd be careful if I were you," Peter said slowly. "Sooner or later, you'll find yourself wishing today had gone differently. You continue to hang around with your glorified hero, and you'll suffer the same fate as his parents did."
Harry stood up instantly.
"You take that back," Harry said, feeling his face grow hot.
"Oh, you're going to fight us, are you?" Draco sneered.
"Unless you get out now," said Harry, more bravely than he felt.
"What if we don't want to?" said Peter, stepping forward to face Harry directly.
Harry stared into Peter's eyes, and all he saw was pure malice. What did I do to this boy?
Suddenly, they heard footsteps outside. A bushy-brown-haired girl and a round-faced boy peeked their heads into the compartment.
"What's going on here?" the girl said, looking at the four boys. Her eyes lingered on Peter, then on Harry, before saying in a bossy voice: "Well, if you're done fighting. Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one."
"My brother and I can help you look for it," Peter offered suavely.
"I haven't seen you before," interrupted Draco. "What's your name?"
"I'm Hermione Granger."
"You must be a mudblood, then," said Draco in disgust.
"Hey!" yelled Ron, now standing up as well.
"Back off, Weasley," sneered Draco.
Harry looked around, incredulous to what got Ron so agitated. Judging from the others' reactions, nothing seemed amiss. Except for Neville, that is, who had backed up substantially, looking frightened at the whole commotion.
To Harry's surprise, Peter stepped in between the two and leaned towards Draco's ear, whispering: "Let's get out of here."
Draco glanced at everyone else morosely before backing up and leading the way out. Peter gave Harry one last venomous look before following suit and sliding the compartment door shut behind him.
"What was that?" asked Harry to Ron.
"Ahem." The bushy-brown-haired girl named Hermione cleared her throat to gain back their attention. They had completely forgotten about her.
Ron turned to Hermione. "Can we help you with something?"
"I was just asking if you've seen Neville's toad," said Hermione, crossing her arms.
"I'm sure he'll turn up," was all Harry said.
Hermione harrumphed frustratedly and said, "Never mind. Trevor's not here, Neville."
"Well, if you see him..." Neville said to the boys before walking out of the compartment with the girl.
"You've met the Malfoys before?" asked Ron right away.
Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley.
"I've heard of their family," said Ron. "They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they'd been bewitched..."
For a while, no sound was made except for the train engine and the wind blowing across the vast British landscape. Harry looked at Ron, who was now oddly quiet, peering out the window and looking deep in thought.
Harry looked out as well, mystified at everything that just happened. He found Ron interesting, considering the fact that he lived within the wizarding world for all his life.
The Malfoys seemed like the kinds of people he would want to avoid. He learned early on in life that people like Dudley were not worth wasting his time on, and they were just like him.
"Hogwarts, huh?" said Harry finally.
Ron replied with a grunt. "I guess so."
-oOo-
Peter stormed off into the train's toilet room just as they left Harry Potter's compartment. He ignored Draco's concerned calls and slammed the door shut.
Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.
Fuck who? Peter wasn't sure anymore. He staggered his way to the mirror and heaved heavily as he hazily stared at himself in the mirror.
He closed his eyes shut and waited for the cloud in his head to dissipate.
Once it cleared, Peter looked at his ragged reflection again.
"Fuck you," he said quietly to himself.
A/N: Alabama is great lol.