Author's note: finally done with this chapter, I was thinking of making a companion story for Draco Malfoy so I can keep myself in line with the characters' and story plot; let me know what you think, if so that story probably won't be as angst filled as Draco's life isn't quite as tragic, but anyway let me know what you think of that and If I get enough positive responses to that idea I'll go for it. Anyway on to the story and thank you for reading
Miracles are something that comes along and makes everything better, makes everything worth it. Miracles are something, someone coming to save you, helps you find your way when you're lost. They're the things that save your life, they fix you when you're broken. Me, I stopped believing in miracles a long time ago, for me there are no miracles and I believed there never would be.
No one on platform 9¾ recognized me (not that there were many people there as it was only 9:30 and the express left at 11) but I still got plenty of stares and I wondered if it was the mascara, eyeliner, and black nail polish that did it, or my 15 piercings in one ear (left) 11 in the other, eyebrow piercing (left), nose stud (right), and the other piercings you can't see (tongue and nipple) or the Tripp skinny pants with chains, combat boots with chains, t-shirt reading zombies ate my brain but I'm still smarter than you and fishnet shirt underneath. I didn't particularly care which it was I just wanted to get on the train and find a compartment close to the Slytherin's normal compartments so my former friends (when the people you considered friends didn't write you once not even on your birthday or reply back to any of your letters the you sent them you couldn't really consider them friends anymore could you) wouldn't even consider walking back there let alone look back there for you. I sat around and listened to my iPod, which I had figured out how to get it working on magic while staying at the Leaky Cauldron that and my laptop of course, and waited for the express to leave the station, glaring at anyone who tried to sit by me (no Gryffindors even tried just some younger Slytherins and some Ravenclaws). By the time the express started to move I had ended up letting some 1st years sit by me and grabbed out my potions book ignoring them as they chatted away. Just after the trolley lady stopped (I got several chocolate frogs) the door opened again and in came Draco Malfoy; figures I couldn't get lucky and have train ride without his harassment, even if he had no idea it was me.
Draco looked smug and important and worse he had a prefects badge on that signified just why he was here, to harass the first years. Damn my savior complex, as he started to open his mouth with the look on his face that screamed I'm going to make you cry and enjoy it immensely I opened my mouth and asked "was there something you needed."
He looked at me and I knew he didn't recognize me, luckily my voice had changed and my hair cut hid my scar, otherwise this would have led to a really bad confrontation. Instead he looked at me then replied "no I just wanted to see what all the fuss was about, someone said there was a new student in here so I came to check it out, I'm Draco and you are."
I was debating on whether or not to reply and decided to and be honest hoping for a miracle that he didn't connect Harry to Harry Potter, and so "I'm Harry, anything else or can you leave me alone now, it's loud enough with the first years I don't need curious upper years in here bothering me too."
Draco looked at me with disbelief, he looked completely god smacked, and it was actually kind of funny. He looked like he wasn't going to respond but he didn't look like he was going anywhere soon either so I shoved him back a bit into the hallway and slammed the door in his face, perhaps not the most diplomatic way of handling things but I didn't particularly care. I warded the door against Draco and went back to reading ignoring the stunned stares of the first years, and concentrated on the properties phoenix tears have in potions. Miracles happen every day but normally they don't happen to me, and I defiantly didn't think that my miracle was going to come in the form of a person I was certain hated me as much as the Dursely's , but more on that later.
When I noticed it was getting dark I told the first years to go change into their robes and while they were gone I changed into mine, hoping that when I got to the castle no one would try and bother me until at least after supper, that wouldn't happen but it didn't stop me from wishing it would.