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An hour later, Wormtail opened my door and led me out into the main room once again. There was a tall man kneeling next to the chair. He was very pale, with long blonde hair, and cold grey eyes, which he turned on me as soon as I entered the room. Back near the door to the room, stood a boy who must've been his son, who had pale, pointed features, with white blond hair, just like his father. His eyes were frozen silver, with which he regarded me as curiously as I examined him. And beside him was his mother. She was blonde, like the rest of her family, but had blue eyes, just as cold as her husband's. They were all impeccably dressed, and my ripped jeans and tattered shirt made me feel even more inferior.
"Amy, this is Mr and Mrs Malfoy, and their son, Draco. They will be taking you to Diagon Alley, to get your school required equipment."
"Perhaps better clothing as well, Master." Mr Malfoy said, eyeing my like I was some form of disgusting insect.
I had a feeling this wasn't going to be a very pleasant trip.
Travelling into London was not pleasant, as Mr Malfoy gripped my upper arm, and spun, and the world dissolved. I felt like I was being pulled in every which direction, and when we landed on solid ground once more, I doubled over, stumbling away from him. A second later, a pop echoed in the small, empty street we were standing in, and Mrs Malfoy and her son appeared nearby us. He didn't look bothered at all by whatever had just happened.
"Narcissa, would you please take her while I go exchange some galleons into muggle money. We had better sort out her clothing first." Mr Malfoy said, and his wife nodded, beginning to lead me to one end of the street where I saw people moving back and forth. I followed her, shoving my hands deep into my coat pockets despite the heat. I needed the sleeves of my coat to cover the mark on my arm, which I scowled at.
A moment later, Mr Malfoy joined us again, looking distastefully around at the people moving across the street. The Malfoys led me into the nearest clothing store and I obediently followed, looking around at the racks of clothing. I'd seen such stores in Little Hangleton, though smaller, but never ventured into one, not having any money. I looked uncertainly to Mr Malfoy, who gestured around.
"Pick some clothes." He instructed. "Draco, assist the girl." Dismissing us, he turned to his wife.
I turned to look at Draco who was eyeing me up.
"Come on." He instructed leading me into the depths of the store. He went through the racks, pulling out several pieces of clothing, passing them back to me. The first short-sleeved shirt he pulled out I started at, shaking my head.
"Er, I'd like long sleeved shirts." I told him, speaking for the first time. He looked at me oddly, before shrugging and putting the shirt back, pulling out two or three long sleeved ones and passing them to me.
When my arms were loaded with a variety of clothing, he led me to the back of the store where there was a curtained off section, and told me to try on the pieces. A few of which he discarded after I'd shown him, but finally we got through the stack. His father paid for the clothes, and Draco silently handed me some of the recently purchased items to put on before we left the store, taking my old clothes and discarding them I assumed. Dressed now in a light long sleeved shirt and a pair of jeans that wasn't ripped and worn, I followed the Malfoy family out the door of the store, carrying a few bags of clothes already.
After this, we teleported, or whatever that was, again, appearing in a bustling cobblestoned street full of people wearing flowing robes and carrying the oddest items. I didn't think we were in London anymore, as the shops said things like Quality Quidditch Supplies and shops that sold telescopes and cauldrons, owls and piles of books. Eyes wide, and forgetting I wasn't happy with the Malfoy family I followed Draco down the street.
We went to Gringotts first, the wizarding bank. It was huge, towering over all the other buildings by far. It was snowy white, with a pair of bronze doors, then silver ones, both flanked by short creatures that the Malfoys told me were goblins, looking down their noses at my lack of knowledge.
Leading me to a desk, a goblin asked me for my key. I looked at him blankly for a moment, before I realized the little golden key that I wore must have more meaning then I thought. Draco snorted elegantly at my moment of confusion. Warily I handed the key over to the goblin that then escorted me to my vault, along with Mr Malfoy while Mrs Malfoy went to her son's. When my vault, number 687 was opened, I stared in shock. There were towers of stacked gold, silver and little bronze coins.
"How much do I take?" I asked Mr Malfoy, surprised. He tossed me a drawstring bag, twice the size of both my hands.
"Fill it." He said abruptly. While I did, he explained the conversion to me: 493 Knuts to 17 Sickles and 17 Sickles to 1 Galleon. Knuts were the little bronze ones, the silver was Sickles and the Galleons were the gold.
After I filled that, he led me outside, where we met again with Draco and Mrs Malfoy. The two adults then led Draco and me to a busy looking shop with a sign reading 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions', before heading off for their own business while we were getting our robes fitted.
Draco and I had just been measured when a skinny boy with black hair, green eyes, and glasses entered. I stared, because other than Draco he was the first wizard my age. At least I assumed he was a wizard. He also looked pretty similar to me – the same hair and eye colour. He stared at me for a moment, frowning, probably just as confused about our likeness as I was. Draco stole his attention from me, though, talking to him. I listened idly to their conversation.
"… Harry Potter." the other guy said. I froze. Was he saying he was Harry Potter? Or were they just talking about a guy named Harry Potter? Was Potter a common last name in this world? They couldn't be talking about a normal person – a muggle – Draco was too stuck up for that.
"… Slytherin. I personally wouldn't want to be put in Hufflepuff." Draco was saying arrogantly to the newcomer. Slytherin? Hufflepuff? I had no idea what Draco was talking about, and neither did the boy, I figured, from the look of confusion on his face. Before I could ask any questions, his robes were done and he left. I sidled closer to Draco, careful of the pins and the lady holding them.
"Who was he?" I asked, nodding at the door. Draco stared at me in horror.
"That was Harry Potter. You saw his scar? The Dark Lord gave him that. Tried to kill him, but it backfired. He's the only person to survive the spell. Next to the Dark Lord, and possibly Dumbledore – " he spat the name, "– he is probably the most famous wizard of all."
Harry Potter … possibly my brother. I stared at the door wondering. The Malfoy family didn't know who I was. Wormtail's master had only told them my name was Amy, that I was very important and to be protected... with severe consequences if they failed. I turned back to Draco.
"Who's Dumbledore?" I asked, slightly more confidently. He stared at me more.
"The Headmaster of Hogwarts. You'll get to see him when school starts. Do you actually not know these things?"
I nodded. "Can you answer my questions?"
He looked uncertain, but remembered what Wormtail's master had said. "I suppose…"
"What's Slytherin? And Hufflepuff?" The women finished our robes and we moved on to Flourish & Blotts, the bookstore.
"They're two of the four Hogwarts houses. There's Slytherin, which all of my family have been in for generations, represented by the snake. There's Hufflepuff, which is the badger, there's Ravenclaw, which is the eagle, and bloody Gryffindor, the lion. Each house has different values, which is how you are sorted into them."
"Who's the Dark Lord?" I asked, following Draco as he was looking through books while his parents got ours. This time he actually stopped, and turned to stare at me.
"What?" I asked defensively.
"Who's the Dark Lord?" He mimicked me. Not mockingly, but incredulously. I waited patiently for an answer.
"What'd He tell you?"
"Who? Wormtail's master?"
He snorted elegantly again. "Hate to break it to you, sweetie," he said sarcastically, "But he's your master too."
I glared at him. "No he's not. I'm not his, no matter what he says."
Draco raised a pale eyebrow. "You tell yourself that." He went back to browsing through books. I thought for a minute.
"Wait ... you're telling me He's the Dark Lord?"
Draco glanced at me. "Well that took you long enough."
I glared at him "Tell me more about Harry Potter."
"What do you want to know?""
"The Dark Lord tried to kill him, right?"
"Mmhmm. Didn't work. Rebounded. Worked on his parents fine though."
"What? He killed m-Harry's parents?"
"Yes. Halloween, I believe it was, when Harry was one."
I lapsed into silence, lost in thought, only dimly aware that I was still following Draco. We finished out shopping, with me speaking barely another word. Mr and Mrs Malfoy shot a glare at Draco when they noticed my silence, but he merely shrugged. I remembered buying a wand and an owl, though, despite my thoughts being elsewhere. My wand was 12 inches and yew, with a dragon heartstring, and my owl was a small pedigree thing, which the Malfoys insisted on paying for although it seemed I had plenty enough gold.
Mr and Mrs Malfoy were fussing over me, worried about my sudden silence, and the implications that could have for them when I returned to the manor. They even took me to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, in an attempt to cheer me up. I smiled slightly, and thanked them, before resuming my silence. Eventually they returned me to the manor, where I remained the rest of the night in my room, stroking my owl and staring at the ceiling.