Lord what a day! I'm in my dorm after what seems to have been the longest day of my life. It started off bad in fact, with father yelling at mother about me not being totally ready to head to the train, which wasn't her fault at all but my own. Right as I was about to leave with her to Kings cross Station father pulled me aside, out of earshot of my waiting mother. Placing both of his hands on my shoulders he stared into my eyes, so like his own and spoke to me very seriously.
"Draco...I am very proud of you for passing your test in front of our Lord." he paused to let his words sink it. It was a very rare occasion when he admitted he was proud of me. "Now is the time for your first task. Are you ready to serve your lord, the lord of your father, Draco" he asked in a stern voice sending a shiver down my spine.
"Yes father." I replied instantly.
"Good. You must observe Harry Potter, as much as you can. Find out everything about what he is doing, where he is going, and who he is talking too. Owl me every day with updates, don't be too forward in your wording in the case the owl is intercepted. "He paused with a nod.
"You will be given further instructions while you are there. No go. And honor the Malfoy name." He said removing his hands from my shoulder and used his head to signal me to leave.
I joined my mother at the door and left with her. My mind wondered over my new task. Honestly I had been dreading what he was going to tell me, but just having to spy on Potter and tell my father what I observed didn't seem bad at all.
Though it scared me to think what plans the 'Dark Lord' had for the boy wonder, I decided it best not to question my father or the Lords wishes. After bidding my mother farewell on platform 9 3/4 I joined my school mates on the Hogwarts express, searching for Crabbe and Goyle. Though the two had been my protectors and friends for nearly 6 years I had almost immediately grown tired of their slow minds and heavy eating almost to the point of disgusting, but I tolerated their presence by my side for lack of anyone else dumb enough to partner up with a Malfoy. Though no one in the house would dare insult me, or not follow my instructions, having followers and having friends are two entirely different things.
As I started walking through the train, pulling my trunk along, almost instantly the familiar high pitched calling of my name reached my ears and feminine arms were thrown around my neck as Pansy spotted me. With an internal sigh I listened to her complaints about me not writing her much over the summer and how glad she was to see me whispering into my ear that she couldn't wait to get me back to her room later that night. Oh how I hate her! She acts as though she is so in love with me and hangs all over me so much that it makes me sick to my stomach at times. Having been told when we were both ten that we were arranged to be married by our parents we started having sex the moment our bodies seemed ready and though the sex was good, I hated the idea of my life being so planned out that I wouldn't even have the choice of who I would marry. But knowing who her parents were and how anything I did or said would go right back to them and then to my father, I kept my true feelings locked inside.
After joining Crabbe and Goyle in the compartment they had held reserved for us and putting my things away I threw them out of it so I could change into my Slytherin robes. As I finished I allowed them back in, just as the train started moving. One of the thickheads suggested a walk around the train, which has become almost a tradition for us. 'Find Potter and mess with him' was the goal and we left the compartment and began our search.
It wasn't long before I spotted him sitting surprisingly alone in a compartment not far from ours. I was slightly taken back by the sight of him. In only three months he had grown a good foot, his hair was longer and hung messily around his face framing his sharpened features, and he seemed to be slightly more muscular and tan. He was staring out the window and didn't even appear to have noticed when the three of us walked into his compartment. I could see those strange jade colored eyes behind his glasses seeming far away and extremely sad.
It wasn't until Crabbe poked me that I realized I had been staring at him. "Well, well…Weasel and the Brain have finally come to their senses and deserted you, eh, Potter?" I said in a voice as cold as steel and a sneer to match. I expected him to turn, angry, with some sort of retort, but he didn't. He didn't even seem to hear me as he just sat there staring as the goons behind me chuckled at my comment. "Oy! Potter? What have you gone deaf? Or is your brain just that thick?" I took a step to him and poked his arm. Suddenly my face was being pressed against the wall of the compartment; his hand was gripping my wrist so hard I feared it would break, and his wand was pointed directly at my face with its tip stabbing into my cheek.
I still don't know how he moved so quickly or how he had gotten his wand from his pocket with out me seeing. Crabbe and Goyle were so dumbfounded they were still staring at the place where he had been sitting at the window. "Leave me alone, Malfoy." Harry said between clinched teeth and then with another fast movement had thrown me from the wall and directly into the two other Slytherins , knocking all three of us into the corridor.
Pushing my way out of the pile I fixed my robes and pointed directly at Potter who had gone back to stare out the window as if nothing had even happened. "You'll pay for that, Potter. Don't even think for one moment that you can get away from the wrath of a Malfoy!" I said as I stormed off back to my own compartment. I was so aggravated that I didn't even speak to Pansy until we reached Hogsmead.
As the four of us climbed into the carriage I noticed that Harry rode with a group of second years who seemed terrified of him. 'Why isn't he sitting with his friends?' In the back of my mind I wondered if Hermione would even be at school or if what had happened had anything to do with why they weren't around him.
Later that night while at the welcoming feast I noticed that Harry was not there, but that Hermione and Weasley were. I had to force myself not to watch them for too long, but I wondered if Hermione remembered anything that had happened. When she didn't even seem to glance at me once I figured she did not, though Weasley who sat beside her glared at the entire Slytherin table through the course of the meal.
After dinner I tried searching for Harry, knowing that I needed to keep tabs on him as soon as possible so I could write a report to father, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Deciding that I would just write what I had seen so far I went to my dorm. Being a prefect , and the heir of Malfoy, came with certain perks such as being allowed my own private bed chamber, which is covenant considering Pansy is already knocking on my door.