"You may choose which ever form you like, and your name will appear on the name plate. You'll receive your schedules once you're all settled. Now if that is all.. I welcome you to the House of Slytherin!"

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3rd Person P.O.V.

Draco choose the dorm farthest from all the students. Of course Crabbe and Goyle tried to follow him, but soon discovered that Draco's room choice already had people inside, so they had to go to another dormitory close to Draco's. Draco sighed in relief, he didn't have to be kept in the watchful eyes of those two idiots. He placed his owl in his chosen bed, giving Eclipse a treat as a sorry for not being able to take him with him on the train.

Someone coughed behind him. He turned around and saw all the guys looking at him, "What?" He asked. The boy he asked a question in The Great Hall was looking at him. "Aren't you gonna introduce yourself?" The boy asked. "Oh right," he fake coughed and said, "My name is Draco, Draco Malfoy, from the noble house of Malfoy." The guys in the room looked at him once more, but this time he saw recognition in their eyes. "Oh, we've met once or twice on the galas your parents had." Draco looked at him with narrowed eyes and forced himself to remember. "Lucas?" He questioned. The black haired male in front of him smiled, "Yup, the one and only!" Lucas ruffled his hair and glanced at him with confusion in his electric blue eyes. "Isn't your hair gelled back..?" Lucas asked. Draco rolled his eyes and said, "I'll never touch any gel with a ten foot pool." The male was still confused. "I used a glamour to make it seem as if it's gelled back," he said. The male's mouth released a small 'oh.'

"Anyways," Draco continued looking at the other guys present. "Do I know you too?" He asked. Everyone nodded. He smiled slightly and pointed at the guy closes to his bed. "Theodore-" He said pointing at the brown haired boy.

He pointed to the dark skinned male, "Blaise-"

he pointed to the other brown haired male, "Marcus-"

"And of course, Lucas," he finished pointing to the only black haired male. Lucas whistled, "Damn, I didn't think you'll remember us. Must have great memory or something." Draco smiled and the noticed the parchment in the desks. "Looks like or schedule arrived," he announced. Everyone checked their desks and saw that, indeed their schedule have arrived. "Good eye," Marcus complemented. Draco have a nod in thanks and started placing his things on the drawers underneath his bed. "Umm," Lucas started. "Is anyone here allergic to cats?" He asked. Everyone shook their heads no. Lucas sighed in relief, "Good cause I ain't leaving Elizabeth the 3rd in her case all night," he said pointing at the fluffy pure white cat with bright blue eyes.

Everyone let out a small chuckle at the dark haired male and started changing into their pajamas. Once everyone finished they all said goodnight to each other before going to sleep.

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Draco found himself in a dark room. He looked around before noticing a mantle hiding away something underneath. He walks forward baffled that he could move and pulled the mantle away. The cloth fell down with a small thud and their Draco saw a mirror looking back at him. He glanced on top of the mirror and saw a hidden message. 'erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi.' He red it backwards, 'I show not your face but your hearts desire.' Draco looked at the mirror and saw her. Her black hair pulled tightly on a high bun, with a small black veil on her head, her small but tall body on the black dress Draco oh so always remembered, and finally her dark gray eyes staring emotionlessly at him. 'Mom..'

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Draco worked up with a start, he glanced around him and saw that he was in his dorm, at Hogwarts, safe and not with her. It was the first Demi-God dream he had in the three days he had while being here. He casted a small time spell and saw that it was nearly 5:00 A.M. he sighed and headed to the only bathroom in the dorm. He locked the door behind him and dispelled the glamour he had. His gelled platinum blonde locks turning pure messy white locks, along his light grey eyes fading and reveling heterochromia colores eyes. Both blue eye and dark grey eye stared back at him. He undressed himself and stepped in the shower relaxing when the warm water hitter his back.

Soon the young 'Malfoy' was ready and dressed in his uniform with his glamour back in place, he glanced around the dorm and saw everybody still asleep. He sighed and left the room caring his schedule and book case with him. He went to the common room and waited their noticing the lack of students. He stared at the fire lost in thought. His train of thought was cut short when he felt someone right behind him. He tensed slightly and grabbed the hand that was going to touch him. His wand pointed threatening at the ofender. "That's quite a good reflex you got there," Draco gave a sheepish grin and lowered his wand. Professor Snape stood there in all his glory. "My apologies professor, you startled me," Draco said. Snape shook his head and asked, "May I know why you're out of you dormitory at 5:00 in the morning, Mr.Malfoy?"

"I couldn't sleep," Draco answered. "So, I left the dormitories to not bother the others," he said facing the fire once again. Snape nodded and stared at Draco for a bit. "You may go to your first class, if you wish," Snape said fully aware that his class was the second one on his 'godsons' schedule. "Alright Professor Snape," Draco said, getting his things and started walking next to his 'godfather.'

As Draco headed to his D.A.D.A. class he could hear some light whispering coming from the classroom. He blended in with the shadows and turned slightly to see and hear more clearly. There he saw Professor Quirrell speaking to himself muttering things like 'master' and 'philosopher's stone.' What he said next made Draco on edge 'Dark Lord.' Draco hurriedly walks away before he could be noticed and headed back to the Slytherin's common room. Once there Draco wrote down what Professor Quirrell was mumbling to himself and made a mental note to look to it later.

After a few more hours it was finally time to got to class, and Draco dreaded it each step he took. Closer and closer to the class of Voldemort's follower. He took a seat at the middle of the class were he can keep an eye at the professor and keep a low profile at the same time. Soon everyone was set and class began. He took noticed that Potter winced every time he came close to Professor Quirrell and how he left the class after his headache was too much. Draco narrowed his eyes at the Professor and keeps working on his parchment.

*Slight Time skip to when classes finally start*

Potter and Weasley were the last once to arrive and once they both sat down the door was slammed open, Professor Snape coming in his attire blending him with his surroundings.

Professor Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the register, and like Flitwick, he paused at Potter's name.

"Ah, yes," he said softly, "Harry Potter. Our new – celebrity."

Draco faked a snigger by his hand his bodyguards Crabbe and Goyle, doing the same. Professor Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes cold and empty that made you think of dark tunnels.

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word – like Professor McGonagall, his 'godfather' had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses ... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death – if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed this little speech. Draco noticed Potter and Weasley exchange looks with raised eyebrows. The bushy haired girl, Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" said his 'godfather' said suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Draco as well as everyone else looked at Potter seeing if he'll answer, by the looks of his confused face; he didn't know the answer; Potter's female friend hand had shot into the air.

"I don't know, sir," Potter said.

His 'godfather' lips curled into a sneer. "Tut, tut – fame clearly isn't everything."

He ignored Granger's hand.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"

Granger stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Potter probably didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. Draco faked his laughter when Potter glanced his way his bodyguards laughing with him.

"I don't know, sir."

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?"

Potter looked as if he was forcing himself to keep looking straight into his 'godfather's' cold eyes. Draco looked at Potter's frowned face and noticed that Professor Snape was still ignoring Granger's quivering hand. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching towards the dungeon ceiling.

"I don't know," Potter said quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"

A few people laughed around Draco. Professor Snape, was not pleased with Potter's answer.

"Sit down," he snapped at Granger. "For your information, Potter,-" Draco got ready to write down whatever his 'godfather' was going to say. Brief memories of the lessons he had with him in his mind-"asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?"

There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment from the other students around Draco. Over the noise, Professor Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor house for your cheek, Potter."

Things didn't improve for the Gryffindors as the Potions lesson continued. Professor Snape put them all into pairs and set them to mixing up a simple potion to cure boils. He swept around in his long black cloak, watching them weigh dried nettles and crush snake fangs, criticising almost everyone except him, since he had already been taught this. Professor Snape was just telling everyone to look at the perfect way he had stewed his horned slugs when clouds of acid green smoke and a loud hissing filled the dungeon. One of the Gryffindor's, Neville, had somehow managed to melt his partners cauldron into a twisted blob and their potion was seeping across the stone floor, burning holes in people's shoes. Within seconds, the whole class were standing on their stools while Neville, who had been drenched in the potion when the cauldron collapsed, moaned in pain as angry red boils sprang up all over his arms and legs.

"Idiot boy!" Professor Snape snarled, clearing the spilled potion away with one wave of his wand. "I suppose you added the porcupine quills before taking the cauldron off the fire?"

Neville whimpered as boils started to pop up all over his nose. "Take him up to the hospital wing," Snape spat at another Gryffindor, Seamus. Then he rounded on Potter and Weasley, who had been working next to Neville.

"You – Potter – why didn't you tell him not to add the quills? Thought he'd make you look good if he got it wrong, did you? That's another point you've lost for Gryffindor."

Both Gryffindor's stayed quiet even if they wished to have said something. That would only cause them to lose more points. Draco slightly frowned at the way his 'godfather' had treated the Gryffindor's, but knew why he did it. It was a slight revenge for what James did.

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After Draco had finished all his classes for the day. He told both Crabbe and Goyle to leave him alone and went to the library to search for answers. He went through each book he could find that had any information on the philosopher's stone. Until he was able to find something by his eleventh book.

The Philosopher's Stone was a legendary substance with properties. This ruby-red stone could be used to create the , which made the drinker , as well as transform any metal into . The only known Stone to have ever existed was created by the famed alchemist .

He red and his brain started to for any posible way of why Professor Quirrell might want the stone. And the parchment he had written down everything he said came to mind. He searched around his book case until he found it. He red the parchment and placed everything together. Voldemort was somehow interacting with Professor Quirrell and made him search for the stone to give him immortality, but he couldn't place why they decided to search for the stone. And then the memory of the thing both Potter and him saw at the forest when they where in detention came to mind. That thing was somehow connected to Voldemort but it failed so now he has to search for the stone. He placed the books back before carefully ripping the pages of the information he found out. He placed them on his book case and left to The Great Hall.

*In the Slytherins Dormitories*

Draco laid in bed lost in thought, his roommates where already asleep and he couldn't fell asleep to much things where at his mind to let him sleep. That day at dinner Dumbledore had made and announcement about the prohibitive part of the school that students weren't allowed to go and for some reason that thought bothered him. 'What could Dumbledore have there, that was dangerous enough for total isolation?' He thought. Draco sighed again and tried to get comfortable enough to get some rest.

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Draco found himself inside some sort of house. He soon recognized it as Hagrid's home, he stayed still looking at Hagrid place some sort of egg on the fireplace. And then saw Potter and his friends go inside and start talking with Hagrid after Hagrid mentioned something about a strange man giving him the dragon egg after winning some kind of bet. Potter and his friends started asking some sort of questions to Hagrid. Hagrid went on and on after he accidentally mentioned that the three headed dog Fluffy (that sounded like some sort of cousin from a certain three headed dog from the Underworld Percy mentioned), that was apparently guarding something, had been recently disturbed and was found sleeping with music playing. The trapdoor it was guarding opened wide. Luckily nothing was stolen but it was something that putted teachers on edge since the troll accident had happened recently. Draco head snapped at Hagrid's direction when he mentioned the Philosopher's Stone. After that his vision went black

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Draco worked up with as small gasp. He placed himself into a sitting position to gain his breath and cast a quick time spell. 4:45 A.M. he let out a sigh something he noticed he was doing a lot. He grabbed a tiny textbook he had in the bottom of his bed covered with both his pillow and his bed sheets. He wrote down his Demi-God dream and placed it back; he started to get ready.