Chapter 2 (only the part when they were getting onto the platform is using direct quotes, other parts I changed sorry!)
Fifteen minutes before eleven and the Weasley car pulled into the parking lot. The train station bustled with people entering and leaving, arriving early and running late. It was with a cheerful air that the Weasleys loaded their luggage onto separate trolleys and wheeled them in.
That is, all except Draco, who instead had on the expression of a drowned cat.
"It wasn't so bad," said Ron with a comforting pat on his back.
But it was.
Upon finding his new hair, Mrs. Weasley had screamed "What in Merlin's name did you do to your hair?!?" and Draco had replied "well, since I'm a Weasley I should at least look like one!" This statement, of course, earned a bad reaction, since Mrs. Weasley did not give a toss about hair color, that is, except when it was a hideous hot pink. With a menacing looking, she grabbed Draco by one ear and pulled him to the nearest hose. With an "accio soap!" the yellow bar flew into her hands and was none-too-gently scrubbed into his head. That, naturally, did nothing except scrape his scalp raw. "Humph," Mrs. Weasley had said, then promptly drew out her wand and magicked the color away. In an instant his blond hair was back to its original color, all traces of pink and related colors gone with the wind. Immediately afterwards, Mrs. Weasley had all but booted the kids into the car, and with the last slam of car doors she turned around from the passenger seat and began her verbal punishment.
Draco had blanked out after the second hour, but the gist of it was, as Fred and George had so helpfully summarized for him later on, "never mess with muggle hair products, never use what Dad brought home from work, never listen to Fred and George's ideas, and," George winked, "always yell at Percy to shut up."
Thankfully, Mrs. Weasley's tirade ended about half an hour before they arrived, giving them just enough time to cool and settle into their "first day of school" cheerfulness.
"Alright Weasleys!" Mr. Weasley called out, "let's get going!"
As they passed the third platform, Draco noticed a muggle boy watching them. He had on shaggy clothes two sizes too big, the ugliest black framed glasses Draco had ever seen, and a head of messy black hair that made Draco glad his was blond. Emerald eyes stared unblinkingly at them, as Percy got ready to enter the barrier.
Mrs. Weasley looked around, missing the muggle boy, and gave Percy the go ahead. Draco's eyes widened. "Wait! Percy!" But he was too late. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the muggle boy gasp, jumping back a bit. The snow-white owl on top of his suitcases hooted from the jerky movement.
"Fred, George, you next!" Mrs. Weasley waved to them.
"He's not Fred! I am!"
"Seriously, woman, and you call yourself our mother."
They positioned themselves in front of the wall. Draco was about to warn them about muggle boy watching when a thought struck him.
Wait a minute. Since when do muggles have owls?
"Oh, I'm sorry George," Mrs. Weasley apologized, then waved for them to go on.
The twins grinned.
"I'm just kidding, Mum! I am Fred," and he was gone, followed closely by George.
The glasses boy took a deep breath and pushed his trolley closer. Draco watched him closely as he approached. Hm... what's that under his bangs?
"Um, excuse me," said the shaky, timid voice. "Could you help me...?" He trailed off, unsure of what he should ask.
Mrs. Weasley turned her head, saw the little boy, and smiled warmly. "Hello dear," she said, "First time at Hogwarts?"
The boy nodded furiously, and Draco smiled at his childishness.
"Don't worry, Ron and Draco's new too." She pointed them out, and the boy turned to look.
Ron smiled at him. Draco continued staring and nodded in acknowledgment. The boy blinked twice.
As Mrs. Weasley went on, Draco squinted his eyes and stared hard at his forehead. He could vaguely make out something... like a scar... his eyes widened.
Oooo.
"Good luck," he suddenly heard Ginny whisper, and the boy was off at a full speed sprint.
"Alright, Ron, Draco, your turn." Mrs. Weasley glanced around and gave them the signal, and they went.
Upon landing, Draco immediately rushed for the twins, followed closely by Ron. They were conversing in low voices, glancing sideways at the dark haired boy. George was staring hard and Fred had whispered "could it be?" when the two boys arrived. "
What are you two talking about?" Ron asked suspiciously. Draco was silent, having half-guessed the topic already.
Geroge glanced at Ron and was about to answer when the train whistled. Mrs. Weasley came over quickly and gave them all rib-cracking hugs, then ushered them onto the train. She smiled warmly as the dark haired boy got on, who in turn smiled back, and Draco smiled too.
Soon, the train pulled out of the platform and the Weasley women faded into the distance.
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"Those traitors!" Ron growled angrily, "They're supposed to be our brothers! Just because we're first years doesn't mean we can't sit with them!"
Beside him, Draco nodded in agreement. "Fred and George are probably afraid that we'll steal all the attention from the girls," he remarked, "did you see the way that one girl stared at us?" He grinned. "We're irresistible."
They both sniggered. After a moment of silence Ron sighed. "I guess we're sitting in the hallways. Doesn't look like there are empty compartments."
"If Hogwarts can't provide enough carts for the amount of students it accepted, then it must not be that great of a place huh." Draco muttered aloud, only to receive a reprimanding slap on the arm from Ron. He pouted at his brother. "Well, it's true." Suddenly his eyes caught a door at the end of the walkway. "Hey Ron, we didn't check that room."
Together they approached the door, hoping that it was empty. Not quite.
Ron was the one who had worked up the courage to knock and open the door, peering in only to see the little boy from the station stare back, alone. Draco peered over Ron's tall shoulders and caught the messy hair, instantly recognizing him.
Ron gave a sheepish smile and asked, "hullo, can we sit here? All the other rooms are full..." he trailed off.
The boy smiled back and welcomed them in.
As Draco sat down next to his brother and across from the stranger, his eyes searched the boy's concealed forehead.
Oh, right there. Ooooo. The rumors WERE true.
His suspicions were confirmed when Ron introduced himself and the boy replied with "Harry Potter".
Ron gasped. "You're Harry Potter! Do you, do you really have that... scar?"
Harry grinned and parted his bangs.
"Wow," Draco whispered aloud in fascination, "it IS a lightening bolt."
For the first time, Harry directed his attention to Draco. "Ah..." he started, faltering a little, "you are..."
"Oh!" he had forgotten, "Draco Weasley."
Harry blinked. "Um, wow," he stared at the two brothers, "not much resemblance is there." Then he caught himself and a faint embarrassed blush colored his cheeks. "Sorry, that was rude of me."
"It's alright," Draco replied with a little less emotion, "I was adopted."
"I'm sorry," Harry muttered again, softer this time. They both fell silent.
Then, Ron patted Draco on the head dramatically. "It's okay Drakkie-poo, we still love you."
"Hey!" Draco slapped his hand away, "watch it, Ronnie-kins," he hissed like a hurt animal, "for all you know, I may be older than you."
"Yeah?" Ron grinned cheekily, "I'm still taller."
Draco pouted, Harry laughed, and the uncomfortable mood was broken.
... tbc!