Chapter 3
"I want to go and get our books," Harry said
"No, potion ingredients should definitely come first," Draco protested.
"Look, we have specific books we need to get, and they may run out if we wait," Harry said, walking past Madam Malkins. Neither of them really wanted to go clothes shopping just yet.
"So, we have to get specific potion ingredients too," Draco added. The two of them continued arguing about where to go first, so intently that Harry actually walked into a wall. Draco meanwhile exploded with laughter.
"Not funny," Harry said, down on his hands and knees looking for his glasses (they had fallen off when he hit the wall), "Not funny one bit."
"You're right," Draco said, still laughing, "It's hysterical." Harry found his glasses, got up, and was just about to punch Draco in the face (something he would never do with his mother around) when he noticed the shop behind Draco. Draco turned around, noticing how Harry's gaze had become rather transfixed, and he too went into a state of awe.
"A wand," they both said at the same time. They both walked into Ollivander's Wand Shop, looking around in at all the wands. Suddenly Mr. Ollivander loomed out of the darkness.
"Ahh, I thought you two would be arriving soon," Mr. Ollivander said, "I still remember the day your fathers were in here buying their first wands," his gaze locked on Harry, "Mahogany, 10 1/4 inches, wonderful wand for transfiguration. Well I do think your father favored it. But the wand chooses the wizard," his eyes then moved, unblinkingly, over to Draco, "Your father on the other hand favored a maple wand, 9 1/2 inches, better for Defense work and Potion making." Mr. Ollivander then moved over to the rows and rows of shelves of long,
narrow boxes. He came back, holding one in his hand.
"Give this a try, Mr. Malfoy, go on." Draco took the wand, and waved it. Nothing
happened.
"Hmm, no, well then," Mr. Ollivander snatched it back, returned to the shelves and came back with another box, "Try this one then. Willow, swishy, 13 inches, with dragon heartstring. Give it a wave." Draco took that wand too. Again nothing. Mr. Ollivander returned to the shelves and took down box after box, Draco trying everyone he handed him, while Harry became increasingly bored. Finally Harry picked up one of the tried boxes. He read the inside label of the box, describing the wand. 'Holly, 11 inches, phoenix feather.' it read. Harry took the wand out of the box and felt a warmth in his fingers. He looked over at Draco and Mr. Ollivander. Neither of them had noticed what Harry was doing. Harry raised the wand above his head, and brought it swishing down. A shower of red and gold sparks shot everywhere, and Mr. Ollivander looked around curiously at Harry.
"Well, I can see you found your wand, Mr. Potter," he said. Harry stared at the floor.
"I just got bored, so I picked up a wand-"
"No need to fuss boy, quite alright," Mr. Ollivander said, taking the wand from Harry and putting it in a new box for him, "Although it is quite curious. Curious indeed."
"Sorry," Harry said, taking his wand and getting his money out, "But what's curious?" Mr. Ollivander's eyes traveled up Harry's forehead to rest on his scar before he spoke.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter, every one. Now the phoenix who gave the feather for your wand gave one other, just one other. It seems curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother, why when it's brother gave you that scar." Harry stared at Mr. Ollivander. Suddenly Mr. Ollivander seemed to remember Draco was still standing there, and hurried off to get a new wand to try.
"I think we might want to try this one Mr. Malfoy. It isn't every day we have one like this. Redwood, 13 1/2 inches, containing one unicorn tail hair. Try it." Draco waved the wand, and a shower of sparks, green and silver this time, erupted from his too. Harry clapped, and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Good show, Mr. Malfoy." Both boys paid for their wands, and left the shop.
***
Harry and Draco spent the rest of the day wandering around Diagon Ally. They left Ollivander's and went to get robes. They ate lunch in Florien Fortecuse's, then went to get the rest of their supplies. Finally both boys had gotten all the shopping done, and Harry turned to Draco.
"Okay, I have to get you a birthday present, so if you will excuse me," Harry started, but he was cut off.
"Of course. I have to get yours too," Draco said. Both boys went off in different
directions.
***
The three Malfoys and Harry met back at the Leaky Cauldron for dinner a half hour later. Both Harry and Draco were laden down with huge shopping bags. Harry also had two large, cylindrical things behind him, covered with cloth. Meanwhile, there were two long, thing packages behind Draco. Small talk about the day filled the evening, until Tom brought out two large birthday cakes; yellow for Draco and chocolate for Harry, to celebrate their birthdays. After both had received a large slice of cake, Harry and Draco reached behind them for one of the packages behind them. The exchanged with identical smiles, and immediately got into a 'you open yours first' argument.
"You first," Harry said, eager to see Draco's reaction to his gift.
"No, you first," Draco responded, just as eager as Harry. The two of them looked at each other, and did rocks paper scissors to settle it.
"Ha!" Draco said, "Paper beats rock! I win!" Harry looked at him, then tore the paper back on his gift.
"Wow, thanks Draco," Harry said, holding up a brand new Nimbus 2000 broomstick.
"Father told me that they were going to let first years play for the house teams this year," Draco said.
"Really," Harry said, looking at Lucius, who nodded. "YES!! I bet we both make the team Draco."
"Depends if we're in the same house or not. Okay, my turn," Draco said, and tore back the cloth covering his gift. Under it was a great, brown eagle owl.
"Cool," Draco said, in awe, looking at the owl. Eagle owls had always been his favorite, "I'm naming him Aquila."
"How original," Harry said. He spoke Latin as well as Draco did, and knew for a fact that Aquila meant Eagle. "But I guess I'm to blame for the same thing, I got a snowy owl and named him Argentum."
"But that is original," Draco said, finally starting on his cake, "It's not like every snowy owl is named silver, or something similar." Harry grinned at his adopted brother, then started his cake too.
***
Two weeks had passed now, and it was time for Draco and Harry to go off to Hogwarts. Both loaded trunks, which had previously been camp trunks, for school. On September 1st, they loaded their trunks, along with Aquila and Argentum and their supply of pranks into the limo that would take them to Kings Cross.
Harry and Draco entered platform 9 and 3/4, closely followed by Lucius and Narcissa. Narcissa bent down and kissed each boy, and Lucius gave them a last word before they left.
"Now listen to me. I want you two to have a good year, and I expect good grades from both of you. And if I get one owl from the school that says you - you - blew up a toilet or something-"
"We've never blown up a toilet," Draco said.
"Great idea, thanks Father," Harry finished.
"I'm being serious you two. No funny stuff," Lucius said, becoming annoyed. Just then, a whistle blew on the train, and Draco and Harry took off for it.
"And stay away from the Weasleys, they're nothing but trouble," Lucius called after them.
"Yes sir," Harry and Draco screamed over their shoulders, not really hearing or caring what Lucius had said. They boarded the train and found an empty compartment. Harry and Draco loaded their luggage and sat down opposite one another. No sooner had they settled and the train started to move, a red headed boy opened the door.
"Can I sit here," he asked, pointing to the empty seat next to Draco. "Everywhere else is full." Draco and Harry looked at him. Harry opened his mouth to invite him in, but Draco cut him off, speaking swiftly in Latin to block out the other boy
"Nos debere haudquaquam sinere se sedere hic." ~We should not let him sit here~
"Cur non?" ~Why not~ Harry asked. Draco looked at the boy again, his eyes lingering on his red hair and robes that showed several inches of ankle because they were too short and not noting the confused expression on his face.
"Illi videri referre Weasley," ~He looks like a Weasley~ Draco whispered
"Quid pravus cum qui?" ~What's wrong with that?~ Harry said, getting annoyed. Draco was about to respond, but Harry turned to the boy still standing in the doorway of the compartment, now thoroughly confused, "You can sit here."
"Thanks," he said, although he now chose the seat next to Harry rather than Draco. "What were you guys just saying?"
"Nothing," Harry said quickly, "So what's your name anyway."
"Ron," the redhead replied. "And you are...?"
"Harry. And that's Draco," Harry said, gesturing to Draco, who was still eyeing Ron suspiciously. Ron was still looking at Harry however. His eyes suddenly locked on Harry's forehead and widened.
"Are you-"
"Here we go again," Harry said, more to himself than anyone else, "Yes I'm Harry Potter. Yes I have a scar. Yes it's shaped like lightning. No I don't want you staring at it. And no I can't remember Voldemort or my parents at all, I was too young." Ron continued to stare. Then he grinned.
"Here's one I bet you don't get all the time. Are the rumors true? Do you really live with the Malfoys?" Harry raised his eyebrows. Draco on the other hand was fast losing his temper.
"What's wrong with my family!" Draco screamed at Ron.
"Ego facere scire, quid pravus cum quo Weasleys?" ~I don't know, what's wrong with the Weasleys?~ Harry said, taunting him. Draco shot him a cold look, which Harry returned with a smirk. Draco settled back into his seat again, and gave Ron a very cold look before turning his head to stare out the window.
"Yes, I live with the Malfoys, and I consider myself one of them," Harry said to Ron, trying to defend his family and at the same time not upset Ron. Ron was suddenly looking very uncomfortable, and he shut up immediately. Draco turned his head back and started to whisper to Harry in Latin again. Harry was for the first time glad Lucius had forced him and Draco to take so many lessons in Latin, he and Draco could now carry on a full conversation and Ron would have no idea if Harry or Draco said something about him, which judging by the things Draco was
saying was a very good thing indeed. They were cut short however, when the lunch tray was pushed in by a smiling, dimpled witch.
"Anything off the cart dears?" she asked. Harry and Draco immediately reached for their money bags. Ron however pulled out a package of squished sandwiches. Harry and Draco looked at them, and even Draco felt sorry for him.
"We'll take the lot," Harry and Draco said in unison.
***
The train was slowing down. Harry, Draco and Ron shoved the last of the sweets from lunch into their pockets. After the first little incident, Draco and Ron had gotten along fairly well. They took a boat together to get to the castle, and walked into the great hall, lead by a giant of a man called Hagrid. Professor McGonagall lead the first years into the great hall. They listened to the sorting hat sing it's song about the four houses, and then the sorting started. The three of them listened together until,
"Malfoy, Draco." The hat barley touched his head when it shouted out "SLYTHERIN!!"
"I've heard bad things about Slytherin," Ron said to Harry.
"I haven't. That's the house I'd like to be in, but everyone expects me to go to Gryffindor, like my real Mother and Father," Harry responded. They stood in silence, waiting. (Ron was uncomfortable again, thinking he may have upset Harry) Then, finally,
"Potter, Harry." Whispers broke out all over the hall. The last thing Harry saw was every face in the hall staring at him, before the hat covered his eyes.
"Hmm, plenty of courage I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh goodness yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you? Well, it wouldn't be Hufflepuff, not Ravenclaw either. Gryffindor or Slytherin. You have qualities of both, I couldn't choose either way. So it's up to you. Follow your parents and go to Gryffindor, or follow your adopted family, and go to Slytherin. It's your choice."
What do you think? Gryffindor or Slytherin? Remember, even if you chose Gryffindor, it's not a repeat of book one, because Harry and Ron are friends with Draco.
If you choose Gryffindor, go to chapter 5
If you choose Slytherin, go to chapter 6
"I want to go and get our books," Harry said
"No, potion ingredients should definitely come first," Draco protested.
"Look, we have specific books we need to get, and they may run out if we wait," Harry said, walking past Madam Malkins. Neither of them really wanted to go clothes shopping just yet.
"So, we have to get specific potion ingredients too," Draco added. The two of them continued arguing about where to go first, so intently that Harry actually walked into a wall. Draco meanwhile exploded with laughter.
"Not funny," Harry said, down on his hands and knees looking for his glasses (they had fallen off when he hit the wall), "Not funny one bit."
"You're right," Draco said, still laughing, "It's hysterical." Harry found his glasses, got up, and was just about to punch Draco in the face (something he would never do with his mother around) when he noticed the shop behind Draco. Draco turned around, noticing how Harry's gaze had become rather transfixed, and he too went into a state of awe.
"A wand," they both said at the same time. They both walked into Ollivander's Wand Shop, looking around in at all the wands. Suddenly Mr. Ollivander loomed out of the darkness.
"Ahh, I thought you two would be arriving soon," Mr. Ollivander said, "I still remember the day your fathers were in here buying their first wands," his gaze locked on Harry, "Mahogany, 10 1/4 inches, wonderful wand for transfiguration. Well I do think your father favored it. But the wand chooses the wizard," his eyes then moved, unblinkingly, over to Draco, "Your father on the other hand favored a maple wand, 9 1/2 inches, better for Defense work and Potion making." Mr. Ollivander then moved over to the rows and rows of shelves of long,
narrow boxes. He came back, holding one in his hand.
"Give this a try, Mr. Malfoy, go on." Draco took the wand, and waved it. Nothing
happened.
"Hmm, no, well then," Mr. Ollivander snatched it back, returned to the shelves and came back with another box, "Try this one then. Willow, swishy, 13 inches, with dragon heartstring. Give it a wave." Draco took that wand too. Again nothing. Mr. Ollivander returned to the shelves and took down box after box, Draco trying everyone he handed him, while Harry became increasingly bored. Finally Harry picked up one of the tried boxes. He read the inside label of the box, describing the wand. 'Holly, 11 inches, phoenix feather.' it read. Harry took the wand out of the box and felt a warmth in his fingers. He looked over at Draco and Mr. Ollivander. Neither of them had noticed what Harry was doing. Harry raised the wand above his head, and brought it swishing down. A shower of red and gold sparks shot everywhere, and Mr. Ollivander looked around curiously at Harry.
"Well, I can see you found your wand, Mr. Potter," he said. Harry stared at the floor.
"I just got bored, so I picked up a wand-"
"No need to fuss boy, quite alright," Mr. Ollivander said, taking the wand from Harry and putting it in a new box for him, "Although it is quite curious. Curious indeed."
"Sorry," Harry said, taking his wand and getting his money out, "But what's curious?" Mr. Ollivander's eyes traveled up Harry's forehead to rest on his scar before he spoke.
"I remember every wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter, every one. Now the phoenix who gave the feather for your wand gave one other, just one other. It seems curious indeed that you should be destined for this wand when it's brother, why when it's brother gave you that scar." Harry stared at Mr. Ollivander. Suddenly Mr. Ollivander seemed to remember Draco was still standing there, and hurried off to get a new wand to try.
"I think we might want to try this one Mr. Malfoy. It isn't every day we have one like this. Redwood, 13 1/2 inches, containing one unicorn tail hair. Try it." Draco waved the wand, and a shower of sparks, green and silver this time, erupted from his too. Harry clapped, and Mr. Ollivander cried, "Good show, Mr. Malfoy." Both boys paid for their wands, and left the shop.
***
Harry and Draco spent the rest of the day wandering around Diagon Ally. They left Ollivander's and went to get robes. They ate lunch in Florien Fortecuse's, then went to get the rest of their supplies. Finally both boys had gotten all the shopping done, and Harry turned to Draco.
"Okay, I have to get you a birthday present, so if you will excuse me," Harry started, but he was cut off.
"Of course. I have to get yours too," Draco said. Both boys went off in different
directions.
***
The three Malfoys and Harry met back at the Leaky Cauldron for dinner a half hour later. Both Harry and Draco were laden down with huge shopping bags. Harry also had two large, cylindrical things behind him, covered with cloth. Meanwhile, there were two long, thing packages behind Draco. Small talk about the day filled the evening, until Tom brought out two large birthday cakes; yellow for Draco and chocolate for Harry, to celebrate their birthdays. After both had received a large slice of cake, Harry and Draco reached behind them for one of the packages behind them. The exchanged with identical smiles, and immediately got into a 'you open yours first' argument.
"You first," Harry said, eager to see Draco's reaction to his gift.
"No, you first," Draco responded, just as eager as Harry. The two of them looked at each other, and did rocks paper scissors to settle it.
"Ha!" Draco said, "Paper beats rock! I win!" Harry looked at him, then tore the paper back on his gift.
"Wow, thanks Draco," Harry said, holding up a brand new Nimbus 2000 broomstick.
"Father told me that they were going to let first years play for the house teams this year," Draco said.
"Really," Harry said, looking at Lucius, who nodded. "YES!! I bet we both make the team Draco."
"Depends if we're in the same house or not. Okay, my turn," Draco said, and tore back the cloth covering his gift. Under it was a great, brown eagle owl.
"Cool," Draco said, in awe, looking at the owl. Eagle owls had always been his favorite, "I'm naming him Aquila."
"How original," Harry said. He spoke Latin as well as Draco did, and knew for a fact that Aquila meant Eagle. "But I guess I'm to blame for the same thing, I got a snowy owl and named him Argentum."
"But that is original," Draco said, finally starting on his cake, "It's not like every snowy owl is named silver, or something similar." Harry grinned at his adopted brother, then started his cake too.
***
Two weeks had passed now, and it was time for Draco and Harry to go off to Hogwarts. Both loaded trunks, which had previously been camp trunks, for school. On September 1st, they loaded their trunks, along with Aquila and Argentum and their supply of pranks into the limo that would take them to Kings Cross.
Harry and Draco entered platform 9 and 3/4, closely followed by Lucius and Narcissa. Narcissa bent down and kissed each boy, and Lucius gave them a last word before they left.
"Now listen to me. I want you two to have a good year, and I expect good grades from both of you. And if I get one owl from the school that says you - you - blew up a toilet or something-"
"We've never blown up a toilet," Draco said.
"Great idea, thanks Father," Harry finished.
"I'm being serious you two. No funny stuff," Lucius said, becoming annoyed. Just then, a whistle blew on the train, and Draco and Harry took off for it.
"And stay away from the Weasleys, they're nothing but trouble," Lucius called after them.
"Yes sir," Harry and Draco screamed over their shoulders, not really hearing or caring what Lucius had said. They boarded the train and found an empty compartment. Harry and Draco loaded their luggage and sat down opposite one another. No sooner had they settled and the train started to move, a red headed boy opened the door.
"Can I sit here," he asked, pointing to the empty seat next to Draco. "Everywhere else is full." Draco and Harry looked at him. Harry opened his mouth to invite him in, but Draco cut him off, speaking swiftly in Latin to block out the other boy
"Nos debere haudquaquam sinere se sedere hic." ~We should not let him sit here~
"Cur non?" ~Why not~ Harry asked. Draco looked at the boy again, his eyes lingering on his red hair and robes that showed several inches of ankle because they were too short and not noting the confused expression on his face.
"Illi videri referre Weasley," ~He looks like a Weasley~ Draco whispered
"Quid pravus cum qui?" ~What's wrong with that?~ Harry said, getting annoyed. Draco was about to respond, but Harry turned to the boy still standing in the doorway of the compartment, now thoroughly confused, "You can sit here."
"Thanks," he said, although he now chose the seat next to Harry rather than Draco. "What were you guys just saying?"
"Nothing," Harry said quickly, "So what's your name anyway."
"Ron," the redhead replied. "And you are...?"
"Harry. And that's Draco," Harry said, gesturing to Draco, who was still eyeing Ron suspiciously. Ron was still looking at Harry however. His eyes suddenly locked on Harry's forehead and widened.
"Are you-"
"Here we go again," Harry said, more to himself than anyone else, "Yes I'm Harry Potter. Yes I have a scar. Yes it's shaped like lightning. No I don't want you staring at it. And no I can't remember Voldemort or my parents at all, I was too young." Ron continued to stare. Then he grinned.
"Here's one I bet you don't get all the time. Are the rumors true? Do you really live with the Malfoys?" Harry raised his eyebrows. Draco on the other hand was fast losing his temper.
"What's wrong with my family!" Draco screamed at Ron.
"Ego facere scire, quid pravus cum quo Weasleys?" ~I don't know, what's wrong with the Weasleys?~ Harry said, taunting him. Draco shot him a cold look, which Harry returned with a smirk. Draco settled back into his seat again, and gave Ron a very cold look before turning his head to stare out the window.
"Yes, I live with the Malfoys, and I consider myself one of them," Harry said to Ron, trying to defend his family and at the same time not upset Ron. Ron was suddenly looking very uncomfortable, and he shut up immediately. Draco turned his head back and started to whisper to Harry in Latin again. Harry was for the first time glad Lucius had forced him and Draco to take so many lessons in Latin, he and Draco could now carry on a full conversation and Ron would have no idea if Harry or Draco said something about him, which judging by the things Draco was
saying was a very good thing indeed. They were cut short however, when the lunch tray was pushed in by a smiling, dimpled witch.
"Anything off the cart dears?" she asked. Harry and Draco immediately reached for their money bags. Ron however pulled out a package of squished sandwiches. Harry and Draco looked at them, and even Draco felt sorry for him.
"We'll take the lot," Harry and Draco said in unison.
***
The train was slowing down. Harry, Draco and Ron shoved the last of the sweets from lunch into their pockets. After the first little incident, Draco and Ron had gotten along fairly well. They took a boat together to get to the castle, and walked into the great hall, lead by a giant of a man called Hagrid. Professor McGonagall lead the first years into the great hall. They listened to the sorting hat sing it's song about the four houses, and then the sorting started. The three of them listened together until,
"Malfoy, Draco." The hat barley touched his head when it shouted out "SLYTHERIN!!"
"I've heard bad things about Slytherin," Ron said to Harry.
"I haven't. That's the house I'd like to be in, but everyone expects me to go to Gryffindor, like my real Mother and Father," Harry responded. They stood in silence, waiting. (Ron was uncomfortable again, thinking he may have upset Harry) Then, finally,
"Potter, Harry." Whispers broke out all over the hall. The last thing Harry saw was every face in the hall staring at him, before the hat covered his eyes.
"Hmm, plenty of courage I see. Not a bad mind either. There's talent, oh goodness yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you? Well, it wouldn't be Hufflepuff, not Ravenclaw either. Gryffindor or Slytherin. You have qualities of both, I couldn't choose either way. So it's up to you. Follow your parents and go to Gryffindor, or follow your adopted family, and go to Slytherin. It's your choice."
What do you think? Gryffindor or Slytherin? Remember, even if you chose Gryffindor, it's not a repeat of book one, because Harry and Ron are friends with Draco.
If you choose Gryffindor, go to chapter 5
If you choose Slytherin, go to chapter 6