Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or his little friends. I wish, I wish, I was a fish. Wow that didn't come out right. Oh well. On with the fic. (Changes into little chibi person and runs around with little Lenis Letum flag.)

Chapter One:

Draco looked for his cronies as he stood by the door to the compartment he had chosen. Draco had a plan that he wanted to get started once at Hogwarts. He had even drawn up his evil plans. His eyes wandered over the quick sketches when he heard footsteps. Draco looked up only to see Harry Potter. There was something strange about the raven-haired youth, but Draco couldn't put his finger on it.

He was much taller and his eyes weren't the bright green they always were, Draco decided after looking him over. They had turned hazel. His hair was in its usual untidy scrawl but his scar was missing, this was not shocking. He could have used a glamour charm to hide his scar and change his eye color but the height issue was another matter. He, last year they had been about the same height, had grown almost a full foot taller than Draco. The hazel eyes stared down in the icy eyes of Draco.

"What do you want Potter?" Draco spat as the Harry stared at him unsure of the tone being taken with him. He smiled and held out his hand to shake Draco's. "What's that for?"

"God, have your parents taught you nothing? It's a handshake, Draco, and what's with calling me 'Potter'?" The young man asked. "Is that some kind of code word that you never mentioned?"

"Who are you?" Draco asked.

"It's me. The best friend you ever had. Come on you said that we would always be friends." He laughed.

"Arc." Draco breathed. In half a seconds time Draco cast his arms around the tall young man.

"Draco, has it really been that long?" He asked. He wasn't fazed by the sudden display of emotion in fact he wrapped his arms around Draco and hugged him back. "God, you must be starved for attention if you're giving me hugs." He laughed, as they pulled apart. Draco's cheeks flashed a light pink but the color disappeared before the other young man noticed.

"So how did you like it in France?"

"How would you like to have to learn a new language when you're in a new country by yourself, not only that, you don't know anyone either." There was a pause as Draco thought about it. "It was interesting to say the least." The look alike Harry laughed. "So what's it like at Hogwarts?"

"Boring. Nothing ever really happens around here."

"Oh some how I doubt that. Now who is this Potter and why do you hate him so?" They sat themselves down in the compartment.

"He's just some guy that thinks he owns the school. He's just this goody two shoes idiot, he takes after the old fool in charge of Hogwarts." Draco mumbled as the other man smiled.

"From all the letters you've sent me it sounds like you're the one who thinks he's in charge of the whole damn school. Well, don't worry I'll be rectifying that before too long. I'll run the school and you can be my lackey."

"I am no one's lackey. Never have been never will be."

"Oh?" The raven-haired boy cooed. "What about you following me around when we were just a couple of tykes. I could have sworn you were my lackey at that time."

"Oh please. I was young and stupid." Draco laughed.

"Haven't changed much have you?" He joked as he put his arm around Draco. Draco blushed again before laughing off the comment. Crabbe and Goyle entered the compartment and were immediately introduced to 'Arc'. The two young men dropped the conversation of yester-year and they were immersed in the 'ambitious' plans of Draco Malfoy.

Once at the school 'Arc', as Draco so lovingly called him, was put in the boats with the first years. He didn't mind, in fact, he rather enjoyed the stupid children. They said some of the dumbest things he's ever heard, it only made him laugh harder when they assumed that he was a first year. When asked the question his response was, 'Do I look like a coddled infant?' Before long an old woman, by the name of McGonagall, was eyeing him uneasily.

"You must be the transfer for Beauxbatons." She said rather dryly. He smiled at her and nodded.

"That I am Professor." He replied in a mock cheerfulness that would have made 'My Little Ponies' look relatively dark.

She raised a stern eyebrow and headed through some doors. She beckoned everyone to follow so they did. She led them out into, what had to be, the Great Hall. There were four different tables. Most people were hardly paying any attention as they walked out onto the stage. Most of the first years were stunned to see the staff table floating up above them.

McGonagall placed a ragged hat on a chair. As soon as she stepped offstage the hat began to sing. It was slightly amusing at first but 'Arc' was not one with a very long attention span. He found himself gazing longingly at the Slytherin table. Draco was smiling up at him while some girl with a pug-like face was busy yipping away at him. He waved to Draco so that no one else would notice.

His eyes then drifted to the other tables. The tables labeled Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw didn't seem to have too much to look at, so he didn't waste his time. Instead his hazel eyes flew to the Gryffindor table. To say he was shocked would be an understatement. A young man sitting at the table looked just like him. Well, maybe not exactly like him. 'Arc' considered himself much more attractive but this boy was almost there. He had the same black hair and the same facial and body structure. It was downright scary but there was something different. His eyes were so green, to say that they were emeralds would put them to shame. 'Arc' wasn't sure but he thought the young man was looking back at him.

He was! The young man looked right at him and then leaned over to talk to the red headed man next to him and then he said something to the girl with brown hair on the other side of him. Then all three looked at him. He found all of this very amusing. What was even more amusing, to him at least, was that the entire Gryffindor table was eyeballing him. He smiled to himself before pulling at his eyes and making a face at the table. Most of the students that were looking up at him were shocked; others glared back at him in a vain attempt to get him to stop. Two young redheaded men caught his attention. They were actually making faces back at him. He laughed to himself and thought of a particularly funny face.

He performed the face by pushing his cheeks together with his hands, sticking out his tongue, and crossing his eyes. He could hear the young men laughing at him. He laughed at himself as well. He suddenly heard an 'ahem' from somewhere and there was a foot tapping impatiently. He uncrossed his eyes and looked right into the face of his new Transfiguration Professor. She looked most displeased with his behavior. He smiled sheepishly at her. He looked behind her and saw the entire school staring at him. Some were shaking with suppressed laughter, while others were rolling their eyes, and the rest were confused as all hell at what had just happened.

"Well, if someone would get this bloody thing started I wouldn't have to stand up here and entertain you students." He stated quite plainly. He saw the Professor's face grow red with anger. He knew what was about to come. But it never did. Instead, she walked off stage and looked to Snape, the potions master, and shook her head as if to say 'you had better take care of this'.

With that out of the way, she began calling the first year's names. They went through the list well enough until he was the only one on the stage. He smiled and saw a few people snicker at him. He stuck out his tongue at the few and waved to a pretty girl with dark hair at the Ravenclaw table.

There were deep intakes of breaths from all areas of the room. The boy looked more than slightly surprised with the outbreak of gasps. They were all freaking out about his name? Why? One little word had caused all the commotion.

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