Part One...
"Finally," Draco Malfoy said to his friends Crabbe and Goyle as the three of them stepped off of the Hogwarts Express, "This year is finally over. Only one more to go and we can be rid of that damned school for good."
Crabbe and Goyle just nodded in agreement as they followed their "leader" through the barrier that separated Platform 9 ¾ from the rest of the train station. The two of them weren't much for talking.
Crabbe spotted his mother straight away. She was very short, and rather large with a face like her sons. Crabbe grunted his good-byes to his two friends before heading to his mother.
Not long after, Goyle's parents arrived. His mother was very tall, thin, and pretty. She looked nothing at all like her son. His father was tall as well, but not at all as good looking. He had many of the same features as Goyle.
So now it was just Draco, neither his father nor mother anywhere to be seen. Even Harry Potter had been picked up by his aunt and uncle, and they hated him.
The station was quickly becoming empty of fellow Hogwarts students. After only ten minutes it was only him and the two Weasley's still attending the school: Ron and Ginny. But their older brother Charlie was jogging towards them.
"I'm sorry I'm late," He said when he reached them, "Mum and Dad sent me last minute when Fred and George didn't follow through. They were supposed to pick the two of you up, you know. But they couldn't. 'We've got a huge order of dung bombs coming in today, Mum!' they said. Why they'll need so many dung bombs I'll never understand, but...Wait, who's that?"
Charlie had just noticed Draco, who had been sitting on his trunk, listening without much interest at what he was saying.
"Malfoy..." Ron said, giving Draco and evil glare.
Draco sent one right back his way and said, "My name is Draco Malfoy."
"Is your father Lucius Malfoy?" Charlie asked him. Draco nodded. "Not waiting for him, I hope?" Charlie continued, "He's away, with your mother. They'll be away for a few more weeks."
"How do you know all of this?" Draco questioned suspiciously.
Charlie smiled. "My dad told me." He answered.
Draco was appalled. The Weasley's knew of his father and mothers whereabouts before he did?
"D'you have a way home?" Charlie asked him.
Draco shook his head. "No, I don't." He answered. He began to worry...How was he going to get home? He had no owl, no way to contact anyone to tell them to pick him up. He was stuck in a Muggle train station with no Muggle money.
"I'm sure our mum and dad won't mind you coming to stay with us for a bit, until you can get someone to pick you up." Charlie said, breaking Draco's thoughts.
He was taken aback. "No, I don't think I should. Father wouldn't like me staying with...your type." He would rather swallow lit matches.
"Suit yourself," Charlie said with a shrug of his shoulders. He led Ron and Ginny past Draco and added, "Good luck getting home."
Draco watched as the three Weasley's walked away from him. He began to panic. Before he knew what he was doing, he jumped up and called out, "Wait!"
Charlie turned around and folded his arms across his chest. "Yes...?" He asked expectantly.
"I suppose it wouldn't...hurt to stay for just a bit."
"Finally," Draco Malfoy said to his friends Crabbe and Goyle as the three of them stepped off of the Hogwarts Express, "This year is finally over. Only one more to go and we can be rid of that damned school for good."
Crabbe and Goyle just nodded in agreement as they followed their "leader" through the barrier that separated Platform 9 ¾ from the rest of the train station. The two of them weren't much for talking.
Crabbe spotted his mother straight away. She was very short, and rather large with a face like her sons. Crabbe grunted his good-byes to his two friends before heading to his mother.
Not long after, Goyle's parents arrived. His mother was very tall, thin, and pretty. She looked nothing at all like her son. His father was tall as well, but not at all as good looking. He had many of the same features as Goyle.
So now it was just Draco, neither his father nor mother anywhere to be seen. Even Harry Potter had been picked up by his aunt and uncle, and they hated him.
The station was quickly becoming empty of fellow Hogwarts students. After only ten minutes it was only him and the two Weasley's still attending the school: Ron and Ginny. But their older brother Charlie was jogging towards them.
"I'm sorry I'm late," He said when he reached them, "Mum and Dad sent me last minute when Fred and George didn't follow through. They were supposed to pick the two of you up, you know. But they couldn't. 'We've got a huge order of dung bombs coming in today, Mum!' they said. Why they'll need so many dung bombs I'll never understand, but...Wait, who's that?"
Charlie had just noticed Draco, who had been sitting on his trunk, listening without much interest at what he was saying.
"Malfoy..." Ron said, giving Draco and evil glare.
Draco sent one right back his way and said, "My name is Draco Malfoy."
"Is your father Lucius Malfoy?" Charlie asked him. Draco nodded. "Not waiting for him, I hope?" Charlie continued, "He's away, with your mother. They'll be away for a few more weeks."
"How do you know all of this?" Draco questioned suspiciously.
Charlie smiled. "My dad told me." He answered.
Draco was appalled. The Weasley's knew of his father and mothers whereabouts before he did?
"D'you have a way home?" Charlie asked him.
Draco shook his head. "No, I don't." He answered. He began to worry...How was he going to get home? He had no owl, no way to contact anyone to tell them to pick him up. He was stuck in a Muggle train station with no Muggle money.
"I'm sure our mum and dad won't mind you coming to stay with us for a bit, until you can get someone to pick you up." Charlie said, breaking Draco's thoughts.
He was taken aback. "No, I don't think I should. Father wouldn't like me staying with...your type." He would rather swallow lit matches.
"Suit yourself," Charlie said with a shrug of his shoulders. He led Ron and Ginny past Draco and added, "Good luck getting home."
Draco watched as the three Weasley's walked away from him. He began to panic. Before he knew what he was doing, he jumped up and called out, "Wait!"
Charlie turned around and folded his arms across his chest. "Yes...?" He asked expectantly.
"I suppose it wouldn't...hurt to stay for just a bit."