Chapter one: The Potter Boy

Taylor Malfoy yawned as he strolled through the crowded train station. He slid his hands into his jacket pockets, and languidly made his way towards the magical barrier that concealed Platform 9 and 3/4's from muggle attention. His father was in a rare good mood with Taylor, and he displayed it by relieving Taylor or the misfortune of having push his heavy trolley through the station. Yet it also meant he did have the misfortune of having to push his little brother. No, make that carry… Isaac was gleefully perched on Taylor's back. Isaac was about to start his first year at Hogwarts. Taylor was starting his sixth, their older brother, Luke, was in his final year, and their only sister, Riley, about to begin her 5th.

Why his parents had waited four years before having their fourth child, Taylor had never really understood, but that didn't make his parents favour Isaac any less.Actually Pansy favoured all her children, and spoilt them equally; Draco on the other hand, did not. Taylor's father needed reasons behind showing his children any affection. Luke, naturally, was his father's favourite. As the oldest son and heir to everything Draco and Pansy owned, it was no surprise that the boy was everything like his dad. From the same icy, hard, I-am-a-Malfoy-all-must-worship-me attitude, to the same blond hair, piercing grey eyes, and pale complexion. Luke was a Slytherin Malfoy through and through, and that, of course, was what had earned him his pampered, prince like, lifestyle for the last 17 years.

Then there was Riley. Riley was spoilt by Draco because Riley was his only daughter. That was it. The only thing she had in common with her dad was her last name, which, luckily for her, she would change when she married. Riley had their mother's black hair, and brown eyes, and was a Ravenclaw, which bugged her father, but was, in the end, grudgingly accepted.

Riley's nature was made up of nothing but concern. She didn't trust easily, but, Taylor thought, who could really blame her? There were Aurors left right and centre, always watching the Malfoy's. The new Minister for Magic, Arthur Weasley, and Taylor's grandfather, Lucius Malfoy, had been bitter rivals. The end result was displayed in Riley's temperament: suspicion, caution, seriousness, resentment, and, underneath all that, fear. Riley was too old now to be convinced of any other way, this was who she was; she barely even trusted herself.

Isaac was very lucky. He was too young to know any better than his carefree childlike ways. It was his refreshing manner that, unbeknown to him, kept his family rational. Isaac was always doing something Isaac-like, whether it be bouncing up and down the hallways of the Manor, gabbling away about an anthill in the backyard, or excitedly racing around, showing everyone the butterfly that had landed on his forehead, (Luke had set fire to the anthill, and torn the wings from the butterfly, the horrible boy, when Isaac hadn't been looking). Draco had realised long ago that he'd never be allowed by Pansy to pull Riley and Taylor into the Dark ways, but he left Isaac out of it by choice. Lucky boy, Taylor thought, of the skinny little blond kid he was carrying on his back

On the other hand there was Taylor. Taylor was a Gryffindor. Obviously, no more needs to be said about whether or not his father favoured him. Taylor hated the dark arts; Luke and his father were the only ones involved in them, thankfully. Taylor was nothing like his father or older brother, but he had a hard time convincing people that. Eventually, Taylor had given up trying to prove he wasn't like his father. One day they'll all know, he told himself. One day I'll prove it to them all.

Although, now that Taylor really thought about it, he supposed he was rather blessed, thanks to Pansy. His mother, (his father didn't know this), had given up on the Dark Arts in her 7th year at Hogwarts, once Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord. Pansy had seen her parents murdered by Death Eaters, and was now strongly opposed to the life that had killed them. All that mattered to her now was keeping her children safe. She knew enough about her old way of life to know that there were still people working for the Arts. She had sworn allegiance to Harry and his cause of uprooting all the Dark frivolities long ago. This was probably why Draco kept his wife well away from his alternate lifestyle; he was raising an army again. Draco didn't know Taylor knew this, but Taylor had unintentionally stumbled across some of Draco's papers one day, and upon reading them, Taylor now knew all about his fathers plans. He had been in disorder for a long time about whether to speak out or not.

Suddenly, Taylor, who hadn't been looking where he was going, accidentally bumped in to someone.

"Ow!"

"Huh… Oh! Sorry! Sorry I didn't see you… here," he balanced Isaac deftly on his back as he offered a hand to the small black haired boy he'd just knocked over.

The boy took his hand and clambered back to his feet.

"Thanks… hey! I know you! You're Taylor Malfoy, you're the new Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team!" the boy said in a rush, as his face split into a massive grin.

"Uh, yeah, I am… do I know you?" Taylor asked.

"I'm Second Year your house!" the boy said, "My brother and sister are…"

But what exactly the boy's brother and sister were, Taylor didn't get to find out; a cold voice whipped through the air.

"Taylor!" it was Draco. He came striding into view, Luke at his side, and Pansy and Riley bringing up the rear.

"HI DADDY!" Isaac shrieked as he bounced around on Taylor's back, making his older brother cringe. Draco frowned up at Isaac, then reached out, lifted him down and stood him next to him. He then turned and sneered down at the black haired boy, who was staring up at him with frightened brown eyes.

"You're a Potter, aren't you boy?" Draco demanded his cold eyes glittering with detestation as he surveyed the youngster in front of him.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy, I am," the boy replied, straightening his back, and jutting out his chin proudly.

Draco sneered down at the boy, then he turned to Taylor and hissed, "Son, you humiliate me… helping a Potter back to his feet…have I taught you nothing… did I or did I not rear you from my knee never to look upon a Potter with nothing but hatred! You have dishonoured your father."

Draco then sniffed arrogantly, and scowled again at the Potter boy. "I suppose this Potter scum is in your house, Taylor?"

Taylor glared right back at his father, "yes father, he's a Gryffindor, just like me."Pansy stepped forward hurriedly; she had never seen Draco look so beside himself.She quickly took Draco's arm and started to pull him away, "come, Draco, away… the train will leave soon, and the children aren't even aboard…"Draco then allowed his wife to guide him through the barrier, throwing Taylor an irritated look as he passed through. Luke started towards Taylor, his face furious, but Riley nudged Isaac in font of him, forcing Luke to stop the progress of his fist in Taylor's face, then turn away and take Isaac after their parents. Riley strode through after them, leaving Taylor alone with the young Potter.

The boy beamed up at him; apparently no worse off after his confrontation with the notorious Draco Malfoy. Taylor started to say sorry for what the boy had just had to observe, but was interrupted by the appearance of the boy's family. Harry and Ginny Potter stared in astonishment at what they saw. Sirius… but wasn't that one of the Malfoy lads he was standing with? Sirius turned to them, "hi mum, hi dad, this is Taylor Mal… hey! Where'd he go?"

He'd just looked around in time to see Taylor disappearing through the barrier, after his family.

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