Notes- Sorry that this took so long, but I'm sure you'll forgive me. Hope you enjoy this chapter…
It was the day the Hogwarts Express would be leaving and Damon stood in the bustling crowd at platform Nine and Three-quarters with his newfound identity still reeling in his mind. He was wearing almost all black muggle clothes and was carrying his trunk at his side and also his dark colored screech owl whose name was Shriek. He stood in the queue and waited to get into one of the passenger cars.
Damon was tall and slim but also toned and decently muscular. He had black hair that was long enough to get in his eyes occasionally, which he liked to put in different styles at times, using magic to fit whatever mood he was in. To put it simply Damon was handsome and in his five years at Hogwarts he was the center of many of the girl's gossips of crushes, attractions, and fantasies. But his most unusual feature was his eyes. They were blacker than midnight and had small bright red slits emanating from the center of them; these eyes were the only physical indication of the portion of the Dark Lords soul inside him.
He finally got on board the train and walked down the corridor to find an empty compartment. He found one at the end of the row and as he touched the door to go in a first year who was about to go in as well stopped once he looked at Damon and gave a sort of shudder and walked quickly away to find another compartment. Damon sat down after heaving his truck up on the storage shelf and threw an owl treat in Shriek's cage for him to eat. After a few minutes of people looking inside his compartment then quickly turning away, his fellow Slytherin, Draco Malfoy accompanied by Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson shoved their crowded way into his compartment without really noticing Damon was there.
"Get out of my way!" yelled Malfoy as he pushed Crabbe and Goyle so he could put his trunk away first. As they all sat down they finally noticed that Damon was in the compartment too.
"Oh, it's you," Malfoy said to Damon with a scowl. Malfoy did not like Damon at all but did not dare provoke him. Mostly because Damon transfigured Malfoy's hand into a slug after he knocked over his potion in class in their fourth year.
"Yes, I know." said Damon, who noticed Malfoy rubbing his hand slightly.
"Why don't you just get out and find another compartment to stink up?" Malfoy said with a smirk.
With those words Damon brought out his wand with a flash.
"Don't be stupid Draco. Why don't you just go away? And while you are out perhaps you can find the intelligence you need to actually speak to people so you do not sound like a troll trying to tell someone it's hungry" Damon said. Malfoy looked furious and was about to grasp his wand but just then, Harry Potter walked by the compartment, rubbing his forehead.
"Come on," he reluctantly said to his gang with a scowl towards Damon. He rose and walked out of the compartment in the direction where Potter went but left his things in the room. He was assumedly off to go torment Harry. As the door slammed shut the train jolted to a start and Malfoy's trunk fell from the shelf. It flopped open when it hit the floor, spilling his things everywhere. When Damon went to put it back something caught his eye.
"What's this?" He asked himself as he picked up a piece of crumpled parchment. There was messy writing scrawled on it and-- Damon eyes became wide-- the Dark Mark symbol on the bottom. The letter read:
Draco…There is a broken end of the vanishing cabinet that is used to teleport the user to the matching cabinet. You are to fix the one at Hogwarts so the others can infiltrate Hogwarts. Your second task is to kill Dumbledore.
Apart from the wiggling Dark Mark at the bottom there was nothing more. It was obviously from the Dark Lord telling Malfoy, who apparently was a new Death Eater, his tasks at Hogwarts. At this Damon was firstly shocked that the cowardly Draco Malfoy was now a Death Eater, and secondly that he was given tasks to do that Damon assumed would belong to him. Would he receive instructions to work with Malfoy? Would he have different tasks? Whatever this meant, Damon did not like it. But he did not have much time to think on this; Malfoy was coming back. Damon quickly put everything back in the trunk and lifted it with a spell back on the shelf.
Damon thought it was best to go to another compartment; he did not want to have to hex Malfoy when so much was on his mind. They passed each other, as Damon was walking out and Malfoy in. Malfoy was about to say something about Damon being frightened but before he could Damon pointed his wand behind him at Malfoy and performed his invented spell that made people's underwear appear on the outside of their trousers.
After a long ride the train finally pulled into Hogsmeade Station. Everyone was dressed in their robes and began filing out of the train. Damon stepped onto the platform and smelled the cool night air. He had always enjoyed his time at Hogwarts. It was much better than back in his little suburban area, there was nothing ever to do there.
As the students, minus the first years who where on their way to the boats, made their way to the carriages to take them to Hogwarts, Harry Potter passed by Damon. Damon did not think much of it until Harry doubled over in pain, clutching his scar. A nearby Slytherin made some comment about 'Harry only being at Hogwarts five minutes and he's already calling attention to himself'. Potter's pain did not matter much to Damon. In fact, he smiled as he passed him. After all, he was the Dark Lord's little annoyance. Perhaps Damon would have the honor of killing Potter as one of the Dark Lord's tasks for him. Weasley and Granger helped their friend to his feet and Damon kept walking.
The crowd finally reached the carriages that seemed to have nothing pulling them. But Damon could see the black thestrals. He was around death many times while being the son of the Dark Lord's followers; he could see the dark horse-like creatures since his first year at Hogwarts. Damon always liked the thestrals, they were fascinating to him and he quickly found out everything about them. Ever since his first year he made it a ritual to walk up to a thestral and let it lick his hand and this year was no different.
People looked confused when he walked up to the front of the carriage and stood there with his hand out, but Damon barely noticed or cared. As the winged horse licked his hand he noticed that Harry Potter was staring at him from a little ways away and had a strange look on his face. Damon knew Harry could see the thestral licking his hand and speculated that he was a bit uncomfortable with someone treating a creature like a thestral as a pet. Damon looked away then got in a carriage.
"Hello…" a high voice said as Damon sat down in the carriage. A red haired girl was in the carriage as well, along with a couple other boys. Damon was about to get out and find an unoccupied coach but the thestrals were already pulling it towards Hogwarts.
"Hello," Damon said, reluctantly retuning her greeting.
"I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley," she said, offering her hand to him for shaking.
"I should have known," said Damon, indicating her bright red hair. "Damon Mourn" and he turned away, leaving her hand in the air.
"You're in Slytherin aren't you?" she pressed. Damon glanced at her and simply held up his green and silver necktie. "I'm in-"
"Gryffindor," Damon finished.
"I was just introducing myself, it's what people do when they haven't met before," she said simply.
"I was under the impression that Slytherin's and Griffindor's were supposed to be in an epic struggle for dominance and thus exist in deep loathing for each other," Damon said whimsically while grinning.
"It's also Griffindor-like to extend the hand of kindness," Ginny said, grinning also.
"Well then I should exemplify the Slytherin stereo type and throw sad little insults at you and perform a physically debilitating and humiliating hex on you," said Damon, looking at her. Ginny laughed at this, she was obviously reminded of Draco Malfoy. They sat there for a while in a somewhat pleasant silence. Ginny was looking at him with a grin on her face, apparently still amused by Damon's wit, or was it something else? It did not matter to him. The carriage finally stopped out side the great doors leading inside the castle and the two gave a last quick friendly glance at each other and exited at opposite ends.
"HUFFLEPUFF!" Screamed the Sorting Hat as the last first year was sorted. A chubby young boy flopped off the sorting chair and hobbled to the Hufflepuff table, but not before he tripped over his own robe and made a fool of himself in front of the laughing school.
Dumbledore gave the Great Hall permission to begin the feast and the room erupted in the noise of plates, utensils and chatter. Damon immediately heard Draco Malfoy poking fun of the Hufflepuff first year that tripped, but the joke was really on Malfoy who was still not able to remove his underwear from the outside of his trousers.
After everyone was settling, Dumbledore stood and silence fell and he spoke.
"Welcome everyone to a new year. New faces, new classes, new choices and opportunities." Damon soon began to tune Dumbledore out. These speeches always bored Damon, they were always the same: 'Welcome… stay out of the forest… look at the rules on Filtch's door… blah blah blah.'
While this drawling speech was going on, he wondered when he would get his instructions from the Dark Lord. It was somewhat unbelievable that Malfoy would get the tasks he read in the letter. Perhaps the Dark Lord would give Damon the same tasks and Malfoy's job was to just make a fool of himself.
Damon's thoughts were suddenly interrupted as the Great Hall started emptying. Damon stood and wandered toward to the Slytherin dungeons. He was looking forward to sleep; it had been a long day. As he lay down on his four-poster bed his mind began to wander from his possible tasks to the next day's classes. He then drifted into a dream about professor Snape insisting Ginny Weasley's head was on fire and Malfoy wearing bright pink boxer shorts on the outside of his trousers.
Notes- Hoped you liked it, despite the lack of anything really going on, but that is what happens in the HP books too: nothing really happening in the chapter where they arrive at Hogwarts. This was just for some development… so review please; tell me what you think.