Finally, it was the day. The day that Draco Malfoy would come and take over the wizarding world. He had everything worked out, down to the littlest perfections. First, his plan consisted of using his magical prowess to wow and impress everyone of his peers. This would prove him as the best first year ever, even though he had never practiced his spells or read the books.

Next, Draco would befriend Harry Potter. He already was rich, had Pansy as a future girlfriend, and had the popularity to match. But, befriending Harry Potter would elevate him in the world, or at least, if he wasn't too high already.

Draco grabbed his trunk, put his wand away, and walked out the door, accompanied by one of the six butlers.

...

Harry Potter wasn't really feeling this whole, 'magic' gig. He wanted to be a regular kid, go to a regular school, and do regular teens things. But, as many things in his life did, his situation was nowhere near what he desired. He was in the car with his aunt and uncle, who seemed the happiest they'd been in years.

"I can't wait for you to board that bus-"

"Scarlet Train..."

"Whatever. I'm just glad you're someone else's problem now." Vernon spit out. Harry just ignored it. There was no reason to talk back, right before he was going to be released into the wild. The only reason Harry had bought into what Hagrid was selling, was because the prospect of freedom loomed heavily. If Harry could have 10 months away from these people, then he'd jump at the chance too.

It would suck so much if this turned out to be a scam. But it wasn't. Harry could tell from the fear that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had in their eyes as Hagrid raised that pink umbrella. Harry didn't know where they got their fear, but it was amplified by a thousand fold now. He'd be surprised if they even let him come back.

And then there was the thought about mystery behind Harry's parents' death being cleared up. It wasn't some sort of car accident or things like that. It was a murder. That was the length of Harry's knowledge. But by the words of Hagrid, you could learn anything at Hogwarts, if you creeped around enough.

Petunia pulled up to the curb of King's Cross, the fourth biggest train station in England. Harry jumped out, feeling a bit uncomfortable. He was cooped up with the trunk he pulled out next. Before he could even say goodbye, Vernon closed the door, hopped in, and the married couple pulled off.

Harry huffed, then dragged his trunk into the station. Of course, if he was in the wizarding world, Harry could've just used Locomotor Mortis, a spell that levitated heavy things. But, he wasn't.

Harry reached the middle of the station, waiting for Hagrid. You couldn't miss the big guy.

But what he got instead was a note. "Doing important mission fer Dumblydore, go to Platform 9 3/4.

Harry frowned. "Nine and three fourths? Is he shutting me right now?"

Harry went up to the register, and the accounted gave him a rude response. "Don't fuck around, I haven't got all the time in the world."

Harry was about to go to the chairs and just wait, but then, a color caught his eye. It was a slightly tanned boy with jet black hair, walking behind a family of redheads. The family was big, and one waved a wand while she walked, shouting at the twins in the group. "Fred, speed up, boy!"

The boy behind then carried an Owl, bigger than usual, with an identical trunk to Harry's. He had an air about it, as if he could walk on air, and float in the sky. Harry couldn't explain it, but the boy seemed truly magical. Harry gathered his things, and paced himself behind the group.

They soon arrived to platform nine, and the group went behind the wall on the other side.

"Fred, go ahead." One of the twins pushed his buggy up, and ridiculed his mom. "I'm George, mom."

"I'm so sorry, you know..."

"Just plugging ya, Mum. I'm really Fred."

Before his mom could strike him, the boy ran towards the wall, and before slamming on it from the impact, he instead morphed through the wall, disappearing.

Harry creeped up behind the family, as one at a time, members started to disappear. Right after the third son had went, Harry spoke up.

"Um...excuse me, ma'am..."

"Yes?"

"Could you perhaps teach me how to get through the wall?"

...

Ron Weasley was having an odd day. A super odd day. Firstly, he had woken up with a weird lump on his floor, which was covered in sheets and a bed comforter. It was a neat lump, that took up little space. Ron assumed it was Ginny or some clothes. Still, it was pretty odd.

Secondly, Ron couldn't find his pet rat for the life of him. Scabbers was given to him because Percy, Ron's fifth year brother, was a prefect this year. He was apparently "too superior" for a rat, so Ron's mum had decided to get him an owl. What Baloney, Ron thought.

Next, it was the fact that the house was quiet. It was never quiet, unless the cold was going around, or guest were over. Even then, they had to be very important guest.

Finally, Ron was having this itching thing going on with his neck, and it was too high to get it with a back scratcher, but too low to get it with his hand. He didn't want his mother clawing his back out, so he just decided to rub it out against the seat on the way to King's Cross. (That sounded crazy)

Ron had took a nice shower and was heading down to the kitchen. Maybe his mom cooked up some good bacon. He could use it.

Ron went and found out there was no bacon, only toast, some butter, eggs, and grits. Ron got a glass of OJ, figuring that he would just eat heavily at the feast this evening.

Ginny came down the stairs. "I guess Mum left."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked.

"She went to America. To visit her extended family. Remember?"

"..." The silence from Ron made Ginny shake her head. "She's been talking about it and saving up for weeks. With that bad intelligence of yours, how do you plan to make friends at all?"

"Shut up."

"Got your cauldron?"

Ron thought, then realized he left it under his bed, as to not lose it. "You're welcome..." Ginny shouted as Ron ran back upstairs. They were about to leave in an hour, and he couldn't afford to leave anything. He doubt his dad would send it, since his mother was away.

Ron entered his room, and got the cauldron. He was about to walk over to his dresser, when he reasoned that the lump had disappeared. Maybe he was wrong, and the lump was never there.

But then, where was it? Ron looked around to see nothing on his floor, which was a rare occurrence. Even when his mom cleaned, she always left some sort of barbaric thing on the floor.

"Yo..."

Ron's soul almost jumped out of his skin. He turned on a heel, to see a boy coming out of his shower. Of course, it was the same attic shower he shared with Billy and Charlie, but they were rarely home nowadays.

"..."

"..."

"...Huh..." Ron was flabbergasted. Why was this random kid using his shower?

"Hello." The boy said slowly. But that didn't change the fact that Ron didn't know him. Ron was about to pull his wand, but then he realized he probably should've already done that. And he didn't know any defensive spells.

"Who are you?"

"The guest...I guess..."

"Mhm..." Ron backed out of his room, not daring to turn his back to the stranger. Ron then ran out of his room.

"Gin!"

"What?"

"There's this random blud in my shower..."

Ginny let out a maniacal laugh. "Perhaps I should've told you about that." Ron skunked down in the chair, waiting for the sick explanation that Ginny was about to give him.

"That's Percy..."

"Our brother?"

"No, you idiot. He's already gone ahead, to monitor the bus. This Percy, Perseus, is a family friend. Someone dad knew back when is his father. Said basically think about him as a family friend."

"Aw, you just got the hots for him!"

"Stop talking, imbecile."

Ron turned around, and faced the living room. "Gin, there's an itch on the small of my back...could you get it for me..."

"Sure." Ginny took her hand under his shirt and scratched, getting it good on the first couple tries.

"Man..."

Ron moaned as Percy entered the room. He nodded, and got some toast and eggs, making sure to butter it up.

Ron heard some scuttling down to his left, and saw his rat running circles on the floor.

As Ron picked it up, he shrugged. The morning had started off very oddly, but things were seeming to shape up.

...

Malfoy's plan was going to fruition. He had already impressed the other kids by spending some money on the trolley, and he maybe had slipped in a lie or two about the spells he could do. But it made the girls Oooh and Awww, so it didn't matter really.

Now, there was only one course of action left. To befriend Harry Potter. Sure, he had basically ignored Malfoy's wave at the train station, but he was sure that maybe Harry hadn't seen him. Yes, that was ten times as more likely. Who could actively ignore the Draco Malfoy? It was stupid.

Draco got up out of his seat, and moved around all of the people in the booth. The booth was meant for six people at most, but there was at least ten in there, all vying to get a spot near Draco Malfoy. It was quite thrilling to the boy.

"Where you going, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked.

"Don't worry, I'll be back. Just have to take care of something." He got out of the booth and closed the door. He could hear the murmuring, presumably about how cool he was.

Draco walked down the aisle, deep into the back trolleys. He had never, ever envisioned going this deep, since his dad had informed him that the cooler people sat in the front of the train, almost always.

But it was possible Harry Potter didn't know. After all, he was raised by muggles. It was natural, though, that everyone needed someone like Draco in their lives to teach them order. Draco was just that type of person, really. He reached the third to last booth, and opened it.

It was perhaps the most pish posh group of people he'd ever seen. First, the muggle, Hermione Granger, sat on the right side. Beside her sat a dark haired boy, with deep green eyes that glinted blue. Next, it was a red head boy sitting across from them, whom Draco realized as the son of the poor and pitiful Arthur Weasley.

And beside him, was Harry Potter.

Draco cleared his throat as attention turned towards him, as it normally should. He ignored the scowl that Ron gave him.

"Harry Potter?"

The boy looked up, and nothing about him was shaped to tune. First of all, he was borderline anorexic, with his robes hanging off of his frame. He wore nerdy glasses that emphasized his huge green eyes, giving him the favor of a house elf in that region. His Adam's Apple poked horrendously, almost grossing Draco out. Above his eye, though, was that coveted scar, the same one that reminded Draco why he was here in the first place.

"That's me..." Harry said softly. Draco didn't like the politeness and lack of confidence in his voice, but he guessed every great man had some imperfections. Except for him, of course.

"Just came by to welcome you to the Wizarding World. As I see...you haven't been hanging in select company, but that really could change. We could hang up front-"

"Harry doesn't need to be welcomed from the likes of-"

Draco held up his hand, and waved it in the face of Ronald Weasley. "Oh, shut it. You're not worth enough knuts to even be in my air, so cut it."

"You want to go?"

Ron was about to get up, but Harry pulled him down by the shoulder, then stood. "I'm fine, but thank you, Draco. Maybe we could meet sometime later, in the castle?"

Draco put on a fake smile. He knew now what Harry Potter was. If he didn't mind hanging out with people like these, maybe Draco didn't need him as a friend. And plus, Potter was more infamous that actual popular anyways.

"Of course. I'll letter you." That was a lie. Draco wouldn't even talk to him anymore.

Draco closed the door and left. Even as he sat down with his friends, and all the attention on him, something still bothered him.

That was probably the first time he had ever been denied anything in his entire life...

...

Percy was so glad when the train stopped. He was literally the first person off. Harry Potter came out a little sick too, but they were no worse for wear.

What really rang in the minds of the four students was the encounter with Draco Malfoy. Percy could practically smell the malice and conceitedness leaking off of Malfoy. You could immediately tell what type of guy he was. And the fact that he insulted Ron, it was just a low blow all around.

As Percy grabbed his trunk, Harry questioned him. "You sure that isn't mine?"

"Nah." Percy had carved his initials into the bottom of the trunk, and now he had just looked. It was his. Harry grabbed the other one and put it on the luggage trolley.

"Don't worry...". A sharp voiced

grin rose up amongst the chatter. "Just put your things on the trolley, and they'll be sorted into your room eventually." Percy didn't like that eventually part, but it wasn't his decision. He joined in the line with Hermione and Harry, while Ron was stuck in the line with his third year brothers.

They walked for a small while until they got to the edge of a lake. At first, Percy thought it was a pond, but then he realized how deep it really was. Percy had great vision, and was always comfortable around water. It was where he really could work his magic above his peers. Boats floated from the other side of the water to their riverbank, cascading softly against the shore.

Harry was calm, but Hermione seemed on edge.

"What, you don't like the water?" Percy asked. Hermione seemed stiff, and not answering Percy's question.

Harry shook her shoulder. "Hermione..."

"Yup?" She looked up. "Oh, no, not really...it's not that, though...it's the fact that I may have just saw a giant squid."

"Really?" Percy asked. "Trick of light?"

"Probably..." Hermione, Percy, and Harry got into a boat, and Percy pushed it off from shore. Percy noticed that there were no paddles in the bottom of the boat, but then it started to push off by itself. Hermione was turning green, holding her stomach. Percy rubbed her back, trying to see if that would help.

Harry grabbed Percy's arm. "Look!!!!!"

Over to the right, there was a sort of head, shaped in a triangular fashion. It peeked up a little, then went underground. Percy saw a fleshy eye and some rough, pink skin. Then, about 15 meters over from their boat, the head emerged. The colossal squid shot itself straight up in the air, it's long body only halfway submerged into the water.

It stood in the air majestically, if only for a moment, then dropped back into the water with a loud THUD! Even from that distant, sea spray flew onto Percy's face, but he could only marvel over the beauty of the animal he had just saw.

The boats reached the other shore, and Hermione was the first one off. She looked as if she was about to retch, but the feeling had went down. Percy supposed her feelings about the water was valid. He remembered he used to get carsick and lay on the seat, about to puke.

After Hermione got settled, the trio got onto carriages, that were seemed to be carried by nothing. Harry had gasped, but maybe he was amazed at it.

"What? You like it?" Hermione asked.

"...Yeah..."

Percy noted it as strange, but didn't dote on it, because he was about to enter Hogwarts.