And we're back again, hello nice to see ya'll whether it be again or just now. I hope you guys like this, I worked really hard to make sure that their first day is the absolute best!

Draco's POV:

When I thought back on when we ran into Riddle(more like he knocked me over but whatever) the more I realized a few unfortunate things about myself. 1: I seem to be little too much into guys. 2:I have a things for ravens. 3: I want to strangle both Riddle and Harry.

While Riddle is well, Riddle, Harry has been looking too much into that incident for my taste. He's been going on and on about how weird that was and how he seemed too friendly to me or whatever. Ugh. It wasn't like it should matter so much to him, not this much at least. That was besides the point I suppose, although it wasn't like there was much else to think about or do. In a few hours we were supposed to head over to Hogwarts, showing up the morning of the feast when everyone would arrive later that night. I guess I could be sleeping, but my mind wouldn't shut off. It happens from time to time, if time to time meant every night for the past 2 years. Ever since Who-Know-Who's return I've been on edge. Since my family was one of the most involved Death Eaters our house has been used for meetings. As much as I've tried to hide myself away from them, they kept finding ways to draw me downstairs and into their meetings.

Only Harry seemed to understand, everyone else was too suspicious of me. Well the Twins aren't, but nobody listened to them. It's been nice, having three friends that actually care about me, Crabbe and Goyle never did and proved that time and time again. Sure I wasn't nice to them often, but who would be if they report everything to their fathers who report back to my own? Pansey didn't count either, her presence was a true annoyance. Always hanging around me, attempting to get my attention at every opportunity. I think she might like me, in a romantic sense that is. What a disgusting notion.

Harry and the Twins were not even comparable to them. Harry was kind and understanding, telling me the truth at all times. The Twins found new ways to make me laugh, and made me feel like their little brother at times. Sure Ron hated me, but even Mrs. Wealsey seemed to find me decent enough. Her husband was the same as Ron, but that was no surprise given that him and my father were always at odds. I felt grateful that Harry saw my heightened arrogance for what it was during our 4th year. Fear and pain. He had found me crying in the Moaning Mrtyle bathroom after You-Know-Who was finally resurrected. He listened and even understood.

I could barely see through the tears, but Potter seemed to listen without judgment. After a few minutes I finally broke down, my sorrow too much for me at that moment. I told him of all my father had done, and what he was going to do again. I told him of my fears and that I didn't want that life. I've never wanted the life that was bestowed upon me at birth. All the hate, all the secrets, all the names and titles, all the fear and pain. I hated being a Malfoy, more then my father hated muggleborns. I told him of my father always resenting my inability to want to be like him. I didn't hate muggleborns, nor did I put blood purity above all else. You can't help how you're born, right?

Potter listened to it all, and seemed to be at a lose for words. I watched quietly as Potter nodded and stood up. He held out his hand, "You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." I was stunned to hear the same words I spoke to him all those years ago spoken back to me with such determination.

I chuckled in embarrassment and turned my head away, "Merlin I can't believe I said that. How distasteful, huh?"

Potter laughed and practically shoved his extended hand in my face, "Well I at least gave you answer, care to return the favor?"

I smiled and took his hand, "I would love the help, Potter."

"Harry."

"H-Harry..."

I've relived that moment over and over again in my head since it happened. Almost to the point of fantasizing. Being stuck in this time just means that I get to spend more time with Harry without having to share him like before.

I began to see changes in Harry since we arrived here. Little ones at first, I barely even noticed, until I noticed him begin to act like a different person. Or at least more cautious, more aware. It was alarming to say the very least. Harry Potter finally acting as though he wasn't clueless? I almost couldn't believe my own eyes at times.

The sudden thought of him becoming more and more like that hit me hard. Might be better not to think for a while. I sat up slowly and stood up, walking out of my room and into the kitchen. A quick glance at the clock made me realize just what time it was, nearly 5:00. Since we needed to be there in two hours I should start getting ready. Harry never really spent much time getting ready in the morning, he was more the roll out of bed and maybe even take a shower type. I was much more complicated with my morning routine. The first step was a shower, both shampoo as well as conditioner. After washing my body I get out, brush my hair, part it almost in the center but slightly off to the left side, and the put some product in. When I finished the next step was an outfit. Fairly easy, but I added a necklace to the school uniform. Harry had some money left over so he bought me a silver necklace. It was breathtaking, but simple. The chain was simple, and the pendant was of a heart shaped locket. Inside there was nothing, he had no pictures and told me he figured it would be good for any new memories that I may want to remember when we got back home.

I smiled in the mirror, admiring it on me. I tore my eyes away from the pendant only to flip my tie over the heart. I left only the chain showing, prying eyes didn't need to see that was something I was positive about. When I walked out Harry was already making breakfast, "That smells wonderful, Harry, will you finally tell me where you learned to cook?"

Harry grinned, "I cooked breakfast for my Aunt and Uncle all the time, so I should be at least ok at it, right?" I nodded and gave my appreciation as he handed me a plate.

Harry started walking towards the bathroom, "Won't you be eating with me?"

"I already ate, don't want to be late. I know you'd hate that." My mouth felt dry as I watched him close the door, the shower turning on. Get yourself together...

When we arrived the headmaster, who looked like a downright fool mind you, welcomed us with open arms. Since the first years were doing their sorting that night, we'd do ours in the office and it would be announced that night. As Harry and I both looked at each other we realized, we never thought about what house we would be in. Slight panic and nausea hit me as harry sat on the chair first. I watched in anticipation, ready to hear the word Griffindor echo in the room. I wasn't fir for any house but Slytherin, the other houses would never truly be a place where I could belong. Harry and I would be separated, and it would be all my fault.

"Better be...SLYTHERIN!" I watched as Harry gave a grim expression and I knew what he had done. He asked the hat to be placed there. All for me...

After I was sorted, into Slytherin of course, we were given our robes, "Now boys, I had the prefects ready for when you were sorted. That way you could be shown around and taught the ropes, if you will. Since Slytherin was the unanimous house given by the hat, the Slytherin Prefect will be arriving shortly. His name is," The flame of the large fireplace shot up to reveal the one boy both were dreading to see again, "Ah yes, Tom Riddle, there you are. I was wondering if you had not gotten my message." The headmaster clapped him on the back and chortled.

Riddle looked at us and smirked, "My apologies, headmaster, I did have to travel to the Ministry after all. Besides, I'm sure Albott and Pond needed some time to adjust." I saw Harry starting to glare at him in anger, making me slap his arm in protest. He looked up at me with a look of apology and slight betrayal. I rolled my eyes and looked back at Riddle. He smirked again, his dark eyes piercing my very core. I blushed and looked away.

The headmaster grinned, "Yes yes, of course of course. You're here now and that's what matters, eh? Now, please show the boys around the school and answer any questions they may have. I'll see you this evening!" We followed Riddle down the steps and then down the hall. We remained quiet, not wanting to break the silence.

Riddle cleared his throat after a second, "So, that was the headmasters office. I show you the library and then the dining hall, those should be first," I smiled gratefully at him, smiling wider when he gave an amused look back, "So why are you transferring to Hogwarts? We've had some others in the past few years, ever since the war started, and I can only assume it's the same reasons?"

I spoke before Harry could ruin everything, "Possibly, there was an attack on our village and our families didn't survive. Our parents were best friends, so they sent us here together."

Riddle tsked at the story, "How tragic, and yet you don't seem too upset." His calculating eyes narrowed at us, obviously suspicious of us.

Harry rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Hard to be upset when your parents are horrible people." I knew in that moment he was thinking of his Aunt and Uncle, not of his real parents. I was sad to think his statement was all too true. At least for me, would I truly be upset of my parents died? My mother, yes, but my father? I wasn't too sure.

Riddle agreed with the statement and didn't ask for more details. The rest of the tour went as expected. Harry and Riddle annoying each other, although Riddle was much more discreet about it, and Riddle making me blush at every opportunity. I was stuck with a bunch of idiots for the day it seemed.