Chapter 1: Lack of chess partners
The heavy rain fell steadily outside the windows of the Malfoy Manor and a blonde boy inside the manor just flipped another game of wizard chess.
"You're no good at this," scowled Draco at his servant, Forsythe.
Draco Malfoy is a boy wizard studying at Hogwarts. He has slicked-back silver-blonde hair and icy grey eyes. The only child of the wealthy Malfoy family, he is definitely spoiled.
"Sorry, master," said Forsythe as he bent down to pick up the chess pieces.
"Get out of here," ordered the pale blonde and the servant went of out the room.
"I should be out playing quidditch if not for this rain. You!" he pointed at a servant walking past the room. "Sit down and play chess with me."
* * * * * * *
The same heavy rain fell steadily outside the windows of the Dursley household and inside the cupboard beneath the stairs, a raven-haired boy was playing wizard chess with his owl.
"Your turn, Hedwig," said Harry, looking thoughtfully at the chessboard.
Harry Potter is another boy wizard studying at Hogwarts. He has messy black hair and green eyes. He also has one symbolic feature - a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He lives with his aunt and uncle and cousin and is often ill-treated.
Harry reached for the bishop and Hedwig screeched.
"Not this piece?" he asked. "The knight?"
Hedwig hooted approvingly and the raven-haired boy moved the black knight forward.
"I wish Ron or Hermione is here to play with me," sighed Harry and the snowy owl threw him a dirty look.
"I mean, I like playing with you too," he explained quickly.
Hedwig hooted softly as if to say, "you better" as the scarred boy went on analyzing the game.
* * * * * * *
Draco frowned at his opponent.
"Even Crabbe and Goyle are better than you. Why did you agree to play with me when you're horrible at this?" He asked accusingly.
Do I have a choice? the servant thought. "Sorry, master."
"I feel like cursing somebody," the pale blonde said, reaching for his wand.
The servant swallowed nervously.
"Get out of my sight before I decide that the somebody is you," threatened Draco, pointing his wand.
The servant apologized again and headed off quickly towards the door just as Narcissa Malfoy arrived.
"Hello, Mother," said the pale boy while playing with a chess piece.
"Hello, darling. What's wrong?" asked Narcissa, taking a seat opposite her son.
"The servants can't even play a simple game of wizard chess," Draco complained. "Talk about being useless."
"It's just that you're too good at it," laughed Mrs. Malfoy. "You do remember tonight's party, don't you?"
The silver-blonde nodded reluctantly and continued playing with the chess piece.
"And you'll be getting your books tomorrow. Forsythe! Get master Draco ready for the party tonight," called Narcissa.
"Yes, madam," answered Forsythe, coming into the room. "Master Draco, please."
"See you later, dear." Mrs. Malfoy kissed her son's forehead before Draco was led to his room.
The heavy rain fell steadily outside the windows of the Malfoy Manor and a blonde boy inside the manor just flipped another game of wizard chess.
"You're no good at this," scowled Draco at his servant, Forsythe.
Draco Malfoy is a boy wizard studying at Hogwarts. He has slicked-back silver-blonde hair and icy grey eyes. The only child of the wealthy Malfoy family, he is definitely spoiled.
"Sorry, master," said Forsythe as he bent down to pick up the chess pieces.
"Get out of here," ordered the pale blonde and the servant went of out the room.
"I should be out playing quidditch if not for this rain. You!" he pointed at a servant walking past the room. "Sit down and play chess with me."
* * * * * * *
The same heavy rain fell steadily outside the windows of the Dursley household and inside the cupboard beneath the stairs, a raven-haired boy was playing wizard chess with his owl.
"Your turn, Hedwig," said Harry, looking thoughtfully at the chessboard.
Harry Potter is another boy wizard studying at Hogwarts. He has messy black hair and green eyes. He also has one symbolic feature - a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He lives with his aunt and uncle and cousin and is often ill-treated.
Harry reached for the bishop and Hedwig screeched.
"Not this piece?" he asked. "The knight?"
Hedwig hooted approvingly and the raven-haired boy moved the black knight forward.
"I wish Ron or Hermione is here to play with me," sighed Harry and the snowy owl threw him a dirty look.
"I mean, I like playing with you too," he explained quickly.
Hedwig hooted softly as if to say, "you better" as the scarred boy went on analyzing the game.
* * * * * * *
Draco frowned at his opponent.
"Even Crabbe and Goyle are better than you. Why did you agree to play with me when you're horrible at this?" He asked accusingly.
Do I have a choice? the servant thought. "Sorry, master."
"I feel like cursing somebody," the pale blonde said, reaching for his wand.
The servant swallowed nervously.
"Get out of my sight before I decide that the somebody is you," threatened Draco, pointing his wand.
The servant apologized again and headed off quickly towards the door just as Narcissa Malfoy arrived.
"Hello, Mother," said the pale boy while playing with a chess piece.
"Hello, darling. What's wrong?" asked Narcissa, taking a seat opposite her son.
"The servants can't even play a simple game of wizard chess," Draco complained. "Talk about being useless."
"It's just that you're too good at it," laughed Mrs. Malfoy. "You do remember tonight's party, don't you?"
The silver-blonde nodded reluctantly and continued playing with the chess piece.
"And you'll be getting your books tomorrow. Forsythe! Get master Draco ready for the party tonight," called Narcissa.
"Yes, madam," answered Forsythe, coming into the room. "Master Draco, please."
"See you later, dear." Mrs. Malfoy kissed her son's forehead before Draco was led to his room.