This is following Draco rather than Narcissa, I'm not sure who future chapters will follow.
Steam filled the air as children scurried to find their way onto the crimson train in twos or threes. Mothers kissed cheeks, foreheads and other kissable places as fathers clapped their children on the back. One child already on the train was Draco Malfoy. He sat staring out at the many tearful goodbyes, half wondering how they could show such a pitiful display of emotions in public and half envying them. His mother could only say a brief goodbye and his father was working. He sat alone in the compartment, not bothering to try and make friends, once they heard his name they'd either leave or just use him. A tanned boy walked in and smiled, he was Blaise Zabini, they had met on several occasions, not ones they could speak of, but occasions all the same. After they'd settled and were happily eating turkish delight and trading chocolate frog cards, other children began to file past the compartment, none daring to enter after the glares they were given. Two boys who were obviously oblivious to the glares trundled in, arms ladled with food. They plonked themselves down across from Draco and the fatter of the two looked up and smiled.
"We're Gregory and Vincent. Want a cake?" He held out a box of eclairs with a podgy hand and looked shocked when neither boy took it. He shrugged and stuffed another cake in his large mouth.
About an hour had passed, Gregory and Vincent had finally finished their food and were now looking around, presumably for more. Draco and Blaise sat quietly, arms crossed and occasionally engaging in small talk. Draco was staring out of the window when a short, bushy-haired girl popped her head through the compartment door.
"Excuse me, have any of you seen a toad? A boy called Neville's lost one." Gregory, Vincent and Blaise all shook their heads politely, but when the buck-toothed girl looked to Draco, he simply scowled and turned back to the window. As she shut the door, a boy who must've been a first year too ran into her, almost knocking her over. He apologised and entered the compartment. Draco looked up and commented that they were not a freak show and people should stop treating them as such. He was the fifth person to come barging into the compartment, the third not asking about a toad.
"I just thought I'd come tell you guys what I heard, apparently, Harry Potter is in a compartment further down, makes sense I guess, he is eleven." The boy waved at Blaise and ran out again. Pondering over what he had just heard, Draco agreed that it would make sense for Harry Potter to be coming to Hogwarts this year. His father had told him a lot about this Harry Potter person, and Draco knew he must be powerful to defeat the Dark Lord a little after his first birthday. Deciding to see if it was true, Draco stood and headed towards the door. He noticed That the two boys, Gregory Goyle and somebody-other Crabbe had stood and were now either side of him. He asked Blaise if he was coming but he just shook his head and turned to a book he had been flicking through.
Walking up and down the train, he noticed people either parted to let him pass or tried talking to him. Ignoring the fools, he looked into each compartment. At last he looked into one and saw two boys sitting, surrounded by sweet wrappers. He recognised one boy from an earlier encounter, and he could bet his last galleon which family the other came from. The read haired boy was doing all sorts of arm gestures, apparently explaining quidditch from the way he pretended to grab something while being on a broom. Draco decided he didn't mind disturbing this lesson one little bit. Sliding the door open, he saw the two boys looking up at him, both scowling at him. Could it be him? He had dark hair and glasses, like his father apparently had, and a clear marking on his forehead where a lightning bolt shaped scar sat.
"Is it true?" he asked, "They're all saying down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you, is it?" The boy nodded and confirmed that he was indeed Harry Potter. Draco noticed that he was looking from Crabbe to Goyle and back again.
"Oh. This is Crabbe and this is Goyle," He explained, waving his hand carelessly from one to the other. "And my name's Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." The red-headed boy coughed, or sniggered, Draco didn't really care what he thought. He pointed out that he knew he was a Weasley from what his father had said and that Potter aught to be careful who he chose as friends, not the wrong sorts, like poor little Weasleys. He held out his hand, waiting for the boy to take it, but he just looked from the hand up to his face.
"I think I can tell the wrong sorts for myself, thanks." Draco raised an eyebrow and took a step backwards, almost knocking into Goyle.
"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter," he said slowly. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riffraff like the Weasleys and that Hagrid, and it'll rub off on you." Both Potter and Weasley stood up, enraged by Draco's words. Weasley told him to repeat what he had said. Draco laughed and asked if he wanted to fight. Potter said that they would unless they left.
"But we don't feet like leaving, do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some." Goyle reached out to take a chocolate frog from beside the redhead. Weasley jumped forward to defend his food, probably the most he'd had since christmas. Draco laughed to himself. Just then, Goyle let out an almightly yelp and began swinging a filthy rat around on his finger. Crabbe and Draco both stepped backwards, not wanting to get hit by the vermin. After the rat flew off and into the window, they left, deciding to leave Potter and his friend to tend to his filthy pet. As they did, Draco spotted the bushy-haired girl walking towards the compartment. He smiled sarcastically and waggled his fingers at her, she ignored him and walked in through the door they had just left from. He turned and walked back to the compartment to find two girls, twins, droning on to Blaise, who was listening contently, about how beautiful they thought Hogwarts would be. Draco sat across from them, between Crabbe and Goyle until the train came to a halt. The four boys, followed by the two leeches, hopped off, onto the tiny platform. Hagrid called out for first years and they all followed. He handed a toad to a boy, presumably Neville, if he was the same boy who had lost one on the train. The first years all got in boats, being four to a boat, the twins flounced off, sitting with a curly haired pure-blood named Lavender Brown and a ginger girl who Draco knew to be Susan Bones. They rowed, or more Crabbe and Goyle did, until the castle came into view. Once they were all off the boats and had trudged across the muddy embankment, they set off up a flight off stone steps. Reaching the top, Hagrid knocked on the large oak door. A tall woman in emerald green robes answered the door and showed the first years into the enchanted castle. She looked stern but this did not scare Draco, she couldn't be half as bad as his father when he was angry. The entrance hall was considerably bigger than that at Malfoy Manor, but so it should be, this was a school to accomodate for thousands. They walked across the stone flagged floor and waited to be called into a small chamber off the hall. She explained that they were about to be sorted before the feast. Some children looked nervous but Draco was confident. Neville stood looking as if he was to be tested for some horrible disease, not simply sorted into a school house. She told the children to smarten up and they all did, clearly most of them fearing her. After she left into the great hall, the children starting mumbling to themselves, or to each other. Blaise smartened his tie for the sixth time and asked Draco if it looked okay. He was about to answer when he was distracted by people screaming as a line of ghosts streamed through. Draco rolled his eyes, had their parents told them nothing of this school?
What do you think? Who should I write about now, Narcissa or Draco? And what significant event should I do? Any ideas are welcome :) Reviews are too.
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He said that he owned nothing,
This was simply untrue,
He owned the story, not you,
And he got credit for nothing at all.
Ok.. I can't do poems.