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A/N: Sorry I didn't update sooner, but now that my exams are over, I hope I can update every few days or at least once a week.

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Chapter 3 – The Ride on the Train:

The summer holidays passed by eventually. Harry had to spend it with his parents and their friends. And when they went to work or did some arranging (they didn't tell him what exactly they were doing), he was left alone. Afraid I might tell someone, of course, he thought to himself.

He found himself getting along with them just fine. No more fights, no more yelling and cursing. They let him send letters to his friends, but he was still not allowed to meet them until school started again. So when the first of September finally arrived, Harry couldn't have been more excited to meet his friends again, though he kept his cool.

"Be careful, honey" – "Okay, Mum." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Don't do any trouble, young man" – "You got it, Dad." He gave him thumbs up followed by a smile.

"We don't want to get letters telling us that you got detentions or skipped classes again" – "I'll do my best..." he murmured under his breath but nodded.

They escorted him to platform 9 ¾ and said goodbye as he heard his friend calling his name.

Draco Malfoy was followed by his very cold looking father, Lucius. Lucius' nose shot up an inch when he saw the Potters. He gave them a very ugly smile that made him look really mean, but Harry didn't really care about him. Lucius Malfoy shot the Potters and their shaggy black dog sitting next to them, one last nasty look and walked away.

It was now 11 exactly, and clouds of steam and smoke started to fill the platform. Harry said one last goodbye to his parents and he and Draco got up onto the train as it started to move. Carbbe and Goyle appeared out of nowhere and volunteered to get their trunks into an empty compartment.

"We'll meet Blaise afterwards," Draco told Harry. "I need to go to the Prefect meeting."

"And what about me...?" Harry asked, quite disappointed that after all this time that he hadn't seen his best friend, he was going to stay alone for a while.

Draco pulled out something from his robes and handed it to Harry. It was a green and silver badge, not a Prefect badge, but a Quidditch Captain badge. "Congrats, you've been made Captain." Harry took the badge and stared at it. Not only was he the best Seeker Hogwarts had ever seen, and it was because of him Slytherin won every year the Quidditch Cup, he was now the team's Captain.

"Me...? C...Captain...?" he asked, still amazed at the news.

"Yeah, I know it's shocking," said Draco sarcastically. "Father tried to buy me the position, but I faced the truth – you're a better player than I am."

"So... why didn't I get the badge? Why did you have it?"

"Snape's mistake, I guess," he said and pulled something else out of his robe and gave it to him. It was a letter, inside an open envelope. "I got your letter, though it's my name on the envelope."

Harry read the writing on the envelope; indeed it said Mr. Draco Malfoy.

"Are you kidding me?" Harry asked suspiciously. Draco shook his head. In all the years Harry knew Draco, he never seen him so serious. He opened the letter and read:

Dear Mr. Potter.

We are pleased to inform you that you've been made the new Slytherin Quidditch Captain. Your new badge is inside this envelope.

Good luck!

Professor S. Snape, Head of Slytherin House,
and Professor A. Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts.

"You're not kidding me..." he said, folding the letter and putting it inside his robes.

"Well, that's why you're coming with me. The Captains always go to the Prefect meetings. So put the badge on and let's go. We're already five minutes late."

The meeting was short. Everyone knew what to do, except the new fifth year Prefects who stayed behind while everyone else went to patrol the train. After about ten minutes of doing so and also making fun of first years and some defenseless Hufflepuffs, they went to find the compartment Crabbe and Goyle picked for them. They found it, but not before they found the three Gryffindors they had been dying to make fun of since the end of last year.

Draco slid open the compartment's door and leaned against the threshold. "Lookie, lookie," he said and smirked. Harry followed and smiled cunningly at the three before them.

"Oh great, speaking of the devil," said Weasley. "Oh, and followed by his girlfriend," he added as he saw Harry.

"See Weasley, that's not a very nice way to welcome the new Slytherin Quidditch Captain..." said Harry, looking bored as he ignored Ron's comment. He flicked with his fingers his new shining badge that was resting on his chest.

"Oh, yeah? You've been made Captain? Gosh, that's so great!" he said cynically, looking at Harry's new badge. His expression and tone changed immediately. "Well, I've got news for you, Potter, this year you're so gonna lose the Cup to us."

Draco and Harry exchanged looks and then laughed at this statement. "What makes you say that, Weasel?" Draco chuckled.

"We've got new a Seeker, a better Seeker," he said, his mouth spreading into a wide, proud smile.

"You can't choose a new Seeker over the summer holidays, it's against the rules. You have to do tryouts first," Harry said.

"Uh-uh," Ron shook his head. "Not when I'm the Captain. And besides, we already chose my sister as the new Seeker last year. She just hasn't played yet."

Harry looked around the compartment; next to Weasley's girlfriend, Granger, sat his younger sister. She looked back at him, her brown eyes filled with anger. "Is that right?" Harry asked her. "Well, I'm very looking forward to see how hard you will cry when I'll get the Snitch right under your big freckled nose," he smirked and he started laughing again, Draco joining him. The Weasley girl shot her head to the window and held a few tears back. "Come on, Draco, being around Mudbloods and Mudbloods lovers too much can ruin my reputation," he said and walked out with a fake yawn, he had enough seeing them in the Prefect meeting earlier, he didn't need a closer look at their ugly faces. Draco gave them his warning look – the one when he shoots his eyebrows up and smile devilishly – and walked out after Harry, and back to their own compartment.

"You know, his mother is also a Muggle-born!" Ron snapped and folded his arms. "He's probably not so proud of that."

"Ron, you really shouldn't worry about him. He's a git. Always was, always will be," Hermione said and sat next to him.

"Well, I didn't like the way he looked at the two of you; like he's planning something." He unfolded his arms and hugged Hermione. "No one will call my girl a Mudblood," he said and planted a kiss on Hermione's lips. "I just can't understand how he got into Slytherin? His parents both were in Gryffindor, they are both Aurors and he... he's hanging out with a bunch of Death Eaters' sons..."

Flashback:

Ron and Harry were in a middle of a conversation about Quidditch when the door of their compartment slid open. Three boys stood in the doorway. Harry recognized the one who stood in the middle as the boy he met at Diagon Alley. He had a pale face, grey eyes, a pointed nose and a sleeked blond hair. The other two looked very dumb and fat. Standing on either side of the blond boy, they looked like his bodyguards.

"Is it true?" the pale boy said. "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" he said, looking at Harry and trying to ignore Ron.

"Yes," Harry said. He looked again at his fat followers. The pale boy introduced them as Crabbe and Goyle, and then introduced himself as Draco Malfoy.

Ron chuckled at his name and Malfoy started to insult him. "No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children that they can afford." Ron looked slightly offended.

Malfoy turned to Harry. "You see, Potter, you don't want to make friends with the wrong sort of wizards. I can help you there," He held up his hand to shake Harry's.

Harry hesitated for a second. He knew Ron was watching him carefully. All his life Harry didn't really have a lot of friends and the friends he had were very unpopular, not like him at all. Finally, he had the opportunity to have friends with his own kind and level. Harry understood by the things Malfoy said about Ron that his family was quite poor. Why would he want to make friends with someone like that?

"I'm sure you will." Harry smiled and grabbed Malfoy's hand and shook it. Ron gaped and swallowed hard. Malfoy looked like he just won a prize.

"Uh... you know..." Ron stuttered. He stood up and started to gather his things. "I've forgotten to... er... to ask George something about the spell he gave me..." (A/N: "Sunshine, daisies..." LOL) And he walked out as quickly as he could. Draco took his seat and waved his hand to Crabbe and Goyle to leave them alone, and so they did.

Harry and Draco spent hours talking. Draco of course wanted to know the boy whose family defeated the Dark Lord, even if his own father supported him.

"I guess you're not too bad," he said to Harry after all the first years sorted into the four houses and they ended up in the same house. "Think what could have happened if I didn't show up to rescue you from Weasley... You could have been sorted into Gryffindor!" he and Harry laughed so hard that they knew that very second they were going to be good friends.

End of Flashback.

Harry sighed at the memory. He couldn't have been more grateful for Draco for being his best friend. He, Draco and Blaise kept talking about their lousy summer and their O.W.L.S. results as the train took them to Hogwarts.

The door of their compartment opened around four o'clock. Pansy Parkinson smiled from ear to ear at the look of her two favorite Slytherin boys (well, along with their two fat devoted suckers, Carbbe and Goyle and Blaise Zabini), then she turned to the most handsome boy she found in there. "Oh, Harry Sweetie!" she squealed, her irritating high pitched voice making them all shiver slightly. Harry was surprised at how she addressed him. She never called him a 'sweetie'. He gulped as she made her way inside the very crowded compartment and sat right on Harry's lap.

"Parkinson! Eww! Get off!" Harry yelled at her and pushed her away from him with disgust.

"But Harry Honey!" she said, whining. Harry knew too well that when Pansy was whining she was also about to start crying, and when she cried, she sounded like a tiny Chihuahua puppy (and really looked like one with her big black, wet eyes).

Pansy Parkinson was always head-over-heals for Harry. But he had never felt the same way for her. He couldn't even stand her and not to mention look at her doggish face. No matter how many times he turned her down, she always tried to catch his heart over and over again.

But Harry's heart never belonged to anyone. He never had been in love. Sure, he had been for a short time with a girl or two, who always chased him around, but they looked nice, not like Pansy.

"God, you're pathetic! Shove off!" Harry told her after she started to cry. He put his fingers deep in his ears so he couldn't hear her so-irritating whimpering. "And don't call me 'Honey', 'Sweetie' or any other nickname! Who knows what the consequences can be..."

She eventually left, but not before she promised him that this wasn't over. "Great..." he muttered under his breath.

"Harry Potter, heartbreaker," Draco teased him.

"Shut up..." Harry said in a low voice.

"Merlin, Harry," Blaise said, sounding worried for some reason. "I think you really hurt her. I know she can be a pain in the arse, but maybe you should've treated her with more respect. Be gentle next time..."

"Do me a favor, Blaise, if you're so interested in her, make a move and please do it fast!" Harry said. Blaise turned a little red around the ears and didn't say another word about Pansy Parkinson.

When they finally reached the Hogsmeade train station, they walked to the first horseless carriage they saw, and shoved aside the third years that were about to enter it. Crabbe and Goyle made sure they weren't going to fight for it with them and so they made their way to Hogwarts, ready to start their sixth year.

Next chapters: Why Sirius came to King Cross as a dog if he's a free man (and yes, he never went to Azkaban). How did Harry's parents survive and how did they vanquish the Dark Lord, and even more to come! All of this you'll find out next chapters but only if you'll REVIEW! Ask questions, make requests and suggestions, I don't care! Just press this little purple button down this page and write something! I really like to write this story, so please don't make me abandon it. Yours, LittleSinner ;)