The Turning
Authors Note: This was written by two people. Myself and my bestest buddy Meagan. She has an account too. Mako_Shadows. Yeah. We came up with everything together. We both hope you like this fic. If you have read the first book, read on. if you havn't get off your ass and go read it, then read this. We mess with the characters MAJOJORLY! If you are very defensive of Harry, Draco, Hermione, or Ron, we both highly suggest that you read another fic (Liz reccomends Goku and Vegeeta Go To Hogwarts)! Thank-you! R&R!
Disclaimer: Blah-Blah-Blah. Unfortuatly, I do not own Harry Potter, so as of now, me (liz) and mako only get to mess with them.
(Ok. You know what happens. Harry gets through to the platform. Ron sits with him. Ron asks about his scar. Now in our fic, Harry doesn't really pay attention to anyone coming in the compartment he keeps to himself and only says hi. We start quoting when Draco comes in.)
"Three boys entered, and Harry recognized the middle one at once; it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest then he had shown in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy they looked like body guards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which may have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
"Think my name's funny do you? My father's told me all Weasley's have red hair, freckles, and more kids then they can afford."
He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better then others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wong sort. I can help you there."(end of quoting).
Draco held out his hand. Harry glanced around the room, a little bit nervous. He finall reached his hand out to shake Draco's. He grinned at him and Malfoy smirked back. The beginning of a new friendship had been made.
Authors Note: This was written by two people. Myself and my bestest buddy Meagan. She has an account too. Mako_Shadows. Yeah. We came up with everything together. We both hope you like this fic. If you have read the first book, read on. if you havn't get off your ass and go read it, then read this. We mess with the characters MAJOJORLY! If you are very defensive of Harry, Draco, Hermione, or Ron, we both highly suggest that you read another fic (Liz reccomends Goku and Vegeeta Go To Hogwarts)! Thank-you! R&R!
Disclaimer: Blah-Blah-Blah. Unfortuatly, I do not own Harry Potter, so as of now, me (liz) and mako only get to mess with them.
(Ok. You know what happens. Harry gets through to the platform. Ron sits with him. Ron asks about his scar. Now in our fic, Harry doesn't really pay attention to anyone coming in the compartment he keeps to himself and only says hi. We start quoting when Draco comes in.)
"Three boys entered, and Harry recognized the middle one at once; it was the pale boy from Madam Malkin's robe shop. He was looking at Harry with a lot more interest then he had shown in Diagon Alley.
"Is it true?" he said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?"
"Yes," said Harry. He was looking at the other boys. Both of them were thickset and looked extremely mean. Standing on either side of the pale boy they looked like body guards.
"Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle," said the pale boy carelessly, noticing where Harry was looking. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."
Ron gave a slight cough, which may have been hiding a snigger. Draco Malfoy looked at him.
"Think my name's funny do you? My father's told me all Weasley's have red hair, freckles, and more kids then they can afford."
He turned back to Harry. "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better then others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wong sort. I can help you there."(end of quoting).
Draco held out his hand. Harry glanced around the room, a little bit nervous. He finall reached his hand out to shake Draco's. He grinned at him and Malfoy smirked back. The beginning of a new friendship had been made.
