A Song Is Worth A Million Words
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own harry potter, anything that is recognized from the books by JKR or the movies is used with no profit to me and no intentional plagiarism. Anything that seems like something from another author's fanfiction is purely coincidental. Again, I am making no money off of this. Also any songs are either my own or are used only for this fic and are in no way mine, I am just borrowing them for the story because I like how they influence my writing.
Disclaimer 2: This will contain SLASH, meaning male/male and female/female pairings, but not for sometime. If you don't like, don't read, it's as simple as that.
A/N: This is my first ever fanfic, so pls tell me in a review if i am doing anything wrong or if there is something I can work on. Don't be a hater though, If you don't like it just don't read it!*Rolls eyes at those who still read it anyway* - E
Chapter 2: what it means to be a friend, and first impressions (13 the musical)
A friend's not a cheap little phony creep, Or a jerk trying to make a deal. . .
Harry arrived at the street indicated on his letter and got out of the car. He waved to his relatives and they drove off, but only after he assured them that he would be fine. He turned to the door labeling the joint as The Leaky Cauldron and entered the pub. He quickly speed-walked to the back before realizing he couldn't get into Diagon Alley without a wand, and he couldn't get a wand without going into Diagon Alley. He heard a throat being cleared behind him and slowly turned around. He ended up looking up into the eyes of a slightly wisened witch (I mean, she wasn't that old . . .) And saw two boys behind her. One had tiger orange hair and a spray of same colored freckles all across his face and cerulean blue eyes. The other was pale as a ghost with platinum blonde hair and smokey gray eyes that seemed to change to silver in the light.
"Are you mister Potter?" The woman asked.
"Yes, miss…um…er…Professor Babbling. . ." Harry replied, suddenly feeling shy. The red head snorted while the blond didn't seem to react at all.
"This is Ron Weasley," she said gesturing to the red headed boy "and this is Draco Malfoy" she said as the blonde offered his hand in greeting. Harry shook his hand and then met his eyes. He saw kindness that was not present in the other boys - Ron's - eyes. At least not genuine kindness.
After another throat clearing, they followed the professor to the brick wall in the back and she tapped out the password and the archway to Diagon Alley appeared. The shops were astounding, from books to brooms, dark to light, it was truly magical.
Ron slowed his pace to walk next to Harry. Then he started talking, and everything went downhill.
"So you're the famous Harry Potter, ay? Well, here's the deal. I'll be your friend if I get some of your fame." He then gave the biggest and phoniest smile Harry had ever seen. Just as Harry was about to most likely be bullied into acceptance, The other boy - Draco - Came over.
A friend is a person who most of all cares about what you feel.
"Weasel, back off. It's Harry's choice who his friends are. Harry," Draco continued turning to Harry, "You'll find that some families, people, and houses are better than others. If you want, I can help you, but I won't force anything on you." Draco said.
Harry turned to Draco and smiled a real smile. "Thanks. I think I'll take you up on your offer." Harry turned when he heard Ron sputtering and saw that his face was as red as his hair. Without his consent, Harry started laughing. He laughed until his sides hurt, and when he finally stopped, he saw that Draco was laughing with him. Maybe the year wouldn't be too bad.
When you're at your worst your friend's the first one there. Giving you something to lean on, and that's what it means to be,
A Friend
A/N - I'm sorry the chapters are short right now, but I don't have a lot of time to write so I try to update when I can for the sake of not abandoning this story!