Today was the day. The day that Harry has been waiting for what felt like his entire life. All eleven of his years cumulated into this one monuments event.

"Open it."

He held his breath, his cheeks puffed up and going red from lack of air and anxiety. His eyes were glued resolutely to the envelope in his father's hands. Not even his mother coming into the room could break his intense concentration.

"Are you sure, prongslet? It is your letter, after all, I don't-"

"It's okay, open it. Open it please, I can't wait much longer."

James nods his ascent and slowly starts to open the envelope addressed to one Mr. H Potter. He pulls out the piece of paper inside and sets the envelope aside, to be framed at a later date and hung on the wall next to the others.

His gaze scanned the paper, mouthing the words he was reading but not letting a sound escape. And then he gasped, quickly slapping a hand over his mouth in horror as his eyes grew double in size. Harry's heart immediately plummeted to his gut.

"Dad?! Dad, what does it say?!"

"Oh honey, I'm so, so sorry…" He looked into his eyes and almost broke out into tears. "It says you didn't get in. You won't be going to Hogwarts."

Harry's entire world froze as everything started crumbling around him. His mom rushed to hug him as Harry started shaking, trying her best to console him. She turned to his father when he was about to start crying.

"Are you sure? How is that possible?! He has his magic, he's had it for years now!" She quickly snapped out.

"You're right, it's not possible."

Silence encased the kitchen as James' words registered and a dawning sense of horror washed over the mother and son duo.

Lily slowly breathed out, trying to remain level-headed. "James…"

Harry's father let out a bark of laughter, "Ha! You should have seen your faces, that was so good," he said as he wiped off imaginary tears.

Harry had no such reservations as to his mother as he let his anger consume him. With a roar of rage, he promptly leaped across the table, knocking over all the glasses and eventually his father when they connected. The chair gave way beneath the momentum and they fell to the ground. James was laughing boisterously and Harry was attempting to commit patricide.

"JAMES FLEAMONT POTTER THAT WAS NOT FUNNY!"

The next morning saw Harry and his parents heading to Diagon Alley. James however was still suffering a severe cold shoulder from both Lily and Harry for his joke. As such, he was regaled to the back of the trio and any attempt at conversation was shot down or ignored.

"Where should we go first?! To get my wand, or-or maybe my owl? Oh, what about my uniform?" Harry said in rapid succession. "There are so many things we have to get and it's already past noon!"

"Harry, my star, everything will be okay," Lily said as she brushed her hand through his wild mass of curls. Well, attempted to.

"Yeah, Prongslet! Don't you worry, we got everything under control" James said and then was promptly ignored.

Still looking down at Harry, Lily said "How about this, we start with the robes and the wand, as those two will probably take the longest. Does that sound good?"

"Sounds great mom!" With the trio headed over to Madam Malkins and unbeknownst to them, a minor setback to their day.

As soon as they walked in the doors Harry got a sudden chill down his spine. He brushed it off quickly as they were greeted and he was led to a stole where he was directed to stand upon it. The lady fluttering around him was mumbling under her breath the entire time she measured him.

"Ummm, excuse me miss?"

"Hmm, yes dearie?" She said around a couple of pins in her mouth.

"I was just wondering how long this will take?" Harry asked.

"Already want to get out of my shop, huh?" She teased him lightly. However, the teasing aspect went right over his head and Harry immediately became a tomato.

"Oh no, no, no! T-that, that's not what I meant at all!" He stuttered. "I'm just anxious about time, you seem like a very lovely woman! I didn't mean to imply I was bored or that you were boring, I just-"

Harry was cut off by the attendant laughing loudly and pinching his cheeks lightly.

"I was only messing with you dearie! My, what a cute one you are." She let go of his cheeks and started to walk around, looking at the different robes. "Once I finish measuring you, you are free to go. You will just need to come back in a couple of hours to pick up your robes."

"Now stay here as I go talk to your parents about prices, ill be right back!"

Harry was left standing there, just looking around the place until he heard the front door open. He couldn't see because he was in a side room, but he could hear the voices. And by merlin was he dreading what was about to happen.

"Grandfather, why aren't we allowed a broom in the first year? Surely they could make an exception for me, no?" Now Harry was a pretty patient person, but that voice immediately set him on edge.

Around the corner came the one and only Malfoy heir, strutting like a peacock. Now let it be known that Harry didn't particularly hate Draco Malfoy, but he did find him extremely tiring and annoying sometimes. As soon as Malfoy, who was being led by another attendant, spotted Harry his shoulders straightened even more.

"Ah, Heir Potter! Fancy seeing you here, quite a fine evening no?" Draco said, his nose stuck firmly in the air.

"Malfoy, you're not fooling anybody. It's not even one anyways. And what is with the 'Heir Potter' nonsense? You've never done that before."

"How-how absolutely rude you are! Can you not show even common courtesy and great another heir properly?!" Draco spluttered.

"Malfoy, I've seen you snort while laughing" Harry deadpanned.

Draco's face quickly flamed in embarrassment, his mistake called out in front of an audience no less. In an attempt to save his pride, Draco Malfoy was about to commit to a grievous error and fall symptom to atrocious word vomit. Draco pulled his robe down to smooth out none existent wrinkles and crinkled his nose in disgust.

"I see you have not yet been taught common manners. Must be because of your mudblood mother." The attendant gasped in horror, her face turning white as a sheet.

(Remember when Harry said he didn't hate the Malfoy heir? Well you can throw that out the window.)

Harry's entire frame stiffened and the rage that started to course through his blood was truly unholy. He has never before experienced the urge to maim someone until this point in his life.

"Malfoy, what did you just call my mother?" They were both heedless to the fact the attendant left the room.

"Oh, that? I called her what she is Potter- a mudblood. Do I need to explain what the word means to you?" Malfoy carried on, blind to his surroundings and Harry's magic slowly levitating all the objects in the room, "It means she has dirty blood. She doesn't deserve to be graced with magic, she is noth-"

"Draco!"

Was the only warning Malfoy had before he was sent flying through the air, colliding with his grandfather's stomach who stood by the door. In his previous place was a mirror, broken to pieces. All around the room objects were flying haphazardly, creating a virtual storm around the furious eleven-year-old. A snarl was painted on Harry's face as he continued to glare at the blonde.

Harry was unaware of the fact that his parents had also rushed into the room, his concentration never breaking from the other boy. Said boy was currently cowering back into his grandfather and clutching his robes for dear life. He had never seen the Potter heir so angry before and he could privately admit that he was scared, even if it was only in the privacy of his own mind.

Lily and James were trying frantically to calm Harry down, but nothing was working. They couldn't even get close enough, as all objects were still flying around at dangerous speeds. James was just pulling out his wand to try something when Malfoy senior spoke for the first time.

"Potter! Get control of your child, he is causing a mess."

Hearing the Malfoy lord's voice for the first time in years caused Harry's brain to start itching. His magic receded as his focus shifted to the feeling inside of his head. It was like little ants were marching through and around his brain, slowly borrowing into the crevices. His shoulders shrugged up to his ears and he started rolling his head back and forth, before bringing up his hands to alleviate the itch.

Harry soon after found his mom's arm surrounding him in a suffocating hold. It was awkward as his hands were still in his hair, viscously attempting to scrub his brain.

"Really Lord Potter, your son has yet to learn to control his accidental magic?" Harry could hear Malfoy Sn say in the background. "How are we to be sure he will not hurt the other students at Hogwarts? I will be informing the school about this incident."

However, Harry's father was quick to defend him. "You will do no such thing! He is still young and you know as well as I do that when emotions are high, magic runs wild in children. There must have been a reason."

Looking up from his Mothers embrace he was greeted to the smug face of the Malfoy scion. The angry coursed back through his veins as they locked eyes.

"He called my mom a mudblood!" Harry gritted out through his clenched teeth. His mother's soft gasp hurt, knowing that that word causes her pain. But Malfoy couldn't be allowed to get away with this.

James' shoulders straightened and his eyes grew cold as he looked at the pair of Malfoys. Lord Malfoy had a similar reaction and his hand that was on his grandchild's shoulder tightened visibly.

"Is that what the Malfoy's are teaching their heirs' nowadays? Cowardice and bigotry?" James Potter has never been one to sneer, but he certainly made an exception for this moment. "Shall I let Dumbledore what kind of students he shall be expecting this coming year in turn?"

And just like that Lord Malfoy's changed his tone.

"Now, no need to be hasty. I'm sure we can both agree that there was a slight misunderstanding between the two and leave it at that, no?"

"No need for your words Malfoy, all I need to see our actions. Teach your heir better before he learns that not everyone will bow down to his name and let his bigotry slide." The Malfoy Lord curled his lip but gave a slight nod of his head. He then took his leave with Draco, whose pallor had grown a few shades lighter, his grip still tight on the younger shoulder.

James knelt beside Harry and Lily after, checking to make sure they were okay.

"We are fine darling, but we should talk to Madam Malkin about repairs," Lily said. James nodded his head and went off to talk to the attendants, who had wisely kept out of the fray. Lily turned back to Harry as he did.

"My star, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Mom. But he had no right to say that! You are one of the best witches alive and anybody who has magic deserves it! How could he say something like that, how could he look down on you based on your parents? It makes no sense!" Harry said as he paced around the room, getting all worked up again.

His mom gently stopped him as she gripped his arms. She turned him so they were facing each other and locked eyes, emerald to emerald.

"Sometimes in life people are going to have different views than you." Before Harry could interrupt, she held up a finger, "But-when these views are harmful to another or seek to tear down another person, you do what you think is right. There are going to be a lot of people in this world that think less of someone who was muggleborn and might say some nasty words. But, we can, and should always stand up for what's right."

"For that, I am very proud of you for today Harry," Lily said as she pulled him into a hug. Laughing softly, she continued "Next time just try to use your words."

Harry's father returned shortly after. He walked in and clapped his hand once to relieve some tension. "Now, how about some ice cream?"

"But what about my school supplies?"

"It's fine Prongslet, we still have time left before school starts. Let's relax and just enjoy what's left of the day." While disappointed slightly, Harry was never one to turn down ice cream