Chapter 2
First Day
Harry Potter was the one person who could defeat Moldy Voldy, Lucius' boss. So if Moldy Voldy was defeated, the secrets would pour out, about how Lucius had been a loyal follower of Voldemort for years and the exact number of people Lucius had tortured and killed. As the secrets became known, people who had been in his service would disappear, one by one, giving Draco a chance to defeat his father.
Now for a sort of explanation in a story that seems to have nothing to do with this. Just read it! Once upon a time in Greek mythology, there was a god named Cronus, a.k.a. the Big Bad Creepy Dude. Whenever his wife had a kid, he would eat it, so nobody would ever become more powerful than him. His wife got pretty ticked off about that, so when Zeus was born, she gave Cronus a rock to eat instead of Zeus. Well, Zeus grew up to be more powerful than his dad. One day, Zeus defeated Cronus and rescued the gods and goddesses that for some strange reason hadn't been digested yet.
Now on with the story! Once Draco had it in his shiny head that Harry could help him, he decided to become his friend from the start of things. That day on the train, Draco was nice in the only way he knew, a proposition. He didn't have much of a choice with Crabbe and Goyle there, but as you've probably guessed, eleven year olds don't respond well to propositions. Neither do rats.
Later during the sorting hat's song, Draco wondered if a Hufflepuff might help him. They were supposed to be loyal. But he thought better of it, thinking that their loyalty would only extend to friends and family. He considered Ravenclaws. They might be smart enough to help him come up with a plan. At that thought, he began his search for people to aid him in his quest for liberty.
First was Hannah Abbot. Draco took one look at her and decided she was too stupid. Same to Susan Bones. Terry Boot looked like a dork, but Mandy Brocklehurst was intriguing. She had been absolutely silent during the entire ceremony, and he couldn't even remember her being in the entrance hall beforehand. She and Blaise Zabini appeared to be friends considering they had sat together on the train. Each gave the other a look as they went to different houses. Both had appeared happy with the house they had entered, but they were doubtful at being separated. Both had dark hair, but Mandy's was brown whereas Blaise's was black. He made a mental note to try to sneak away to ask them for help. He wasn't really used to asking for help. He had been taught at an early age to be self-dependent, but that was usually a good thing. What a tragedy it would be if he were dependent on his father. Then he would never gain his independence or have his own life. His life would just be an extension of his father's, and eventually his personality would be too. That night as he lay awake, he tried to think of a plan instead of how hopeless his case was.