Platform 9¾ 1991

Harry's dad, Severus, had taken him shopping for his school supplies a week before they returned to Hogwarts for the summer. He was now standing in front of the Hogwarts express.

Harry and his dad had agreed that it would be a good idea for him to take the train so that he would have the opportunity to meet some of the other students, though it seemed quite foolish to apparate to the platform just to take the train back. But Harry didn't want to miss out on this experience. Now he just had to find somewhere to sit.

He considered just finding one of his friends in the older classes, but decided against it since he wanted to meet some of the students his own age.

Harry eventually found a carriage with a bunch of first years and began looking for a compartment that wasn't already full.

While looking through one of the windows he saw someone with very familiar eyes. He had seen that shade of blueish-grey somewhere before but couldn't recall where. He decided to pay no mind to it and continue looking for somewhere to sit.

All the compartments where filed so Harry ended up sitting in an empty one. He hoped someone would come and join him or the trip would become a complete waste. Luckily for Harry a redhead boy came and asked if he could sit with him. Harry gladly let him.

The boy introduced himself as Ron Weasley. Harry had head of him from the twins, Fred and George, the schools trouble makers, Charlie, one of the school's best seekers in history, had also mentioned him a few times when teaching Harry how to handle a broom.

The whole Weasley family was a nice bunch, Percy is kind of hard to get through too but Oliver has done a great job in making him slowly open up to others.

Harry kind of wished he had that many siblings, or just any, but he was already happy just by having a dad, it was better than when he was at the orphanage and had no one. Well maybe not no one, he had Draco until he got taken away by his aunt.

Maybe Draco was a wizard too? If he is Harry sure hoped he would come to Hogwarts. He remembers Draco as a very bossy kid with blond hair sticking up everywhere due to him never combing it, dirt on his cheeks and the biggest smile on his face.

Draco was always happy and laughing. Harry had only seen him cry twice.

The first time was a bit after Harry had gotten in a fight with one of the older kids that lived down the street from the orphanage. The fight had started because the older boy had said that Harry was pathetic for not knowing the slightest bit about his parents, not even how they looked. Draco had told him that it was okay and that he didn't know anything about his parent either, other than the fact that they had left him by the orphanage when he was only half a year old. He cried after telling Harry how he felt that his parent must hate him since they just abandoned him at the orphanage.

The second time was when Draco's aunt came and took him away. He cried and kept trying to reach out to Harry in a desperate attempt to not be separated from him.

Harry remembered perfectly how Draco's eyes where swollen and brimmed with tears, and how even though he looked like that Harry still thought he had pretty eyes.

Harry suddenly remembered now, the mysteriously familiar eyes in one of the other compartments. They looked like Draco's. But they couldn't be. What was the chances of them both being wizards? And the boy didn't even look like Draco with that smirk plastered on his face and with that sleek gelled back hair.