Chapter 1:
The First Meeting With Malfoy
He stood alone, thinking of Hogwarts, on Platform nine and three quarters. "Hurry up. I wanna get on and see what Potter and Weasel look like this year. I could use a good laugh. QUICKLY, Goyle!" the familiar roar of Draco Malfoy's voice rumbled in his head.
"Whatever, Draco, " Goyle called back as he ran through the platform. Suddenly, he was on the sidewalk ready to board the Hogwarts Express.
"Watch out, Tweedle-dum!" Malfoy hollered as the two crashed. Goyle shook his head and walked away in embarrassment.
"Hey, Granger. Where's Potter and the Weasel?" Malfoy said teasingly.
"Shut up, Malfoy, before I make you," Hermoine yelled back at Draco.
"Her—Granger, everyone knows that I could easily beat you up. And Pot—Oh, lookie here, speak of the devil."
"Uh, hello?" Harry said approaching the 2- 6th years.
"Hermoine, is this goon bothering you?" Ron said courageously. He had changed a lot over the years.
"Ron! Harry!" Hermoine screamed hugging her long-time friends.
"Crabbe! Goyle!" Malfoy mocking the trio using Crabbe and Goyle to help him.
"MALFOY?!" Crabbe and Goyle said in unison.
"Oh, shut up you three! And grow up, too!" a mature Hermoine said annoyed.
"Oh, shut up you three!" Malfoy said mockingly as he walked away from the car of the train Hermoine, Harry, and Ron were on.
"Draco, what is your true opinion of Hermoine?" Goyle inquired.
"Goyle, you buffoon! Can't you tell when we are around those three that I get sick to my stomach?"
"Sorry, Draco, shoulda never asked. Won't happen again, I promise."
"Now, let's go find a place to sit before this train leaves the station. Don't wanna mess up my beautiful face, do I?"
"Think you're conceited enough?" a voice came from behind where the boys were standing.
"Who are you?" Draco asked, with a hint of fear in his voice.
"Your worst nightmare, boy. And don't try to turn back around and act like you three never saw me, because I'll haunt you forever if you do."
"Yes, sir. I –we won't. What are you doing here, sir, if you don't mind my asking."
"Well, I am –I mean –there's no easy way to put this. I am a demon. I have com –am coming to Hogwarts for a special –well, you'll see."
"But, sir, why would the headmaster allow you to com –go to Hogwarts?"
"Dumbledore wants to start –increase the intensity for the 6th year students in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I volunteered to help him."
"But, Mr. Demon, sir, how come you knew we were all in our 6th years?"
"Well, boy, I am your worst nightmare. I have telepathy."
Goyle and Crabbe took turns looking confused.
"I can read your mind, in other words."
"Oh, ok," both said sounding amazed.
"Oh, that explains how you know about us. What is my name, if you're telepathic?"
"Malfoy –Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy."
"Yes, sir. That's correct."
"I KNEW IT?!"
"Mr. Demon, if you don't mind, what is your name?"
"My name –my name –my name is *mumbles incoherently*Jay – Jay Swan."
"Mr. Swan, I still don't understand how Dumbledore could accept a demon –AN ACTUAL DEMON –to come to Hogwarts."
The First Meeting With Malfoy
He stood alone, thinking of Hogwarts, on Platform nine and three quarters. "Hurry up. I wanna get on and see what Potter and Weasel look like this year. I could use a good laugh. QUICKLY, Goyle!" the familiar roar of Draco Malfoy's voice rumbled in his head.
"Whatever, Draco, " Goyle called back as he ran through the platform. Suddenly, he was on the sidewalk ready to board the Hogwarts Express.
"Watch out, Tweedle-dum!" Malfoy hollered as the two crashed. Goyle shook his head and walked away in embarrassment.
"Hey, Granger. Where's Potter and the Weasel?" Malfoy said teasingly.
"Shut up, Malfoy, before I make you," Hermoine yelled back at Draco.
"Her—Granger, everyone knows that I could easily beat you up. And Pot—Oh, lookie here, speak of the devil."
"Uh, hello?" Harry said approaching the 2- 6th years.
"Hermoine, is this goon bothering you?" Ron said courageously. He had changed a lot over the years.
"Ron! Harry!" Hermoine screamed hugging her long-time friends.
"Crabbe! Goyle!" Malfoy mocking the trio using Crabbe and Goyle to help him.
"MALFOY?!" Crabbe and Goyle said in unison.
"Oh, shut up you three! And grow up, too!" a mature Hermoine said annoyed.
"Oh, shut up you three!" Malfoy said mockingly as he walked away from the car of the train Hermoine, Harry, and Ron were on.
"Draco, what is your true opinion of Hermoine?" Goyle inquired.
"Goyle, you buffoon! Can't you tell when we are around those three that I get sick to my stomach?"
"Sorry, Draco, shoulda never asked. Won't happen again, I promise."
"Now, let's go find a place to sit before this train leaves the station. Don't wanna mess up my beautiful face, do I?"
"Think you're conceited enough?" a voice came from behind where the boys were standing.
"Who are you?" Draco asked, with a hint of fear in his voice.
"Your worst nightmare, boy. And don't try to turn back around and act like you three never saw me, because I'll haunt you forever if you do."
"Yes, sir. I –we won't. What are you doing here, sir, if you don't mind my asking."
"Well, I am –I mean –there's no easy way to put this. I am a demon. I have com –am coming to Hogwarts for a special –well, you'll see."
"But, sir, why would the headmaster allow you to com –go to Hogwarts?"
"Dumbledore wants to start –increase the intensity for the 6th year students in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. I volunteered to help him."
"But, Mr. Demon, sir, how come you knew we were all in our 6th years?"
"Well, boy, I am your worst nightmare. I have telepathy."
Goyle and Crabbe took turns looking confused.
"I can read your mind, in other words."
"Oh, ok," both said sounding amazed.
"Oh, that explains how you know about us. What is my name, if you're telepathic?"
"Malfoy –Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy."
"Yes, sir. That's correct."
"I KNEW IT?!"
"Mr. Demon, if you don't mind, what is your name?"
"My name –my name –my name is *mumbles incoherently*Jay – Jay Swan."
"Mr. Swan, I still don't understand how Dumbledore could accept a demon –AN ACTUAL DEMON –to come to Hogwarts."