Title: One's Most Hated Name
Summary: Harry Potter's younger brother, Mark was thought to be the prophesized child and Harry was left to the orphanage where Voldemort attended. Harry's adventure as a first year student will turn for the worst.
Disclaimer: Dun own it….k?
Draco was in utter shock after reading the letter his father wrote him. Sure his father never was nice but it wasn't so upfront as this. He meant business this time.
Harry wondered why Draco's father could be so forceful for this reunion. Unless it had somethig to do with this year in particular. What happened that might have happened to change things? Death Eaters out in the open? Maybe Lucius was worried about Draco? No, that couldn't be it. When Voldemort first came back, by the way Draco acted, Lucius didn't seem to mind then. No, it has to be something else. Harry thought hard. This year, afterall this year is a big year where the three largest schools in Europe gather. Maybe it has something to do with the Tri-Wizard tournament? Or maybe it was after all the first year of Hogwarts for Draco and his father wanted to tell him something about Hogwarts? No, those seemed like minor issues. Why then? Harry pondered hard by it soon came to it. The idea seemed so bizarre that it might actually be true. What if Lucius was actually a Death Eater? What if the Minister of Magic was none other than a Death Eater?
Thinking hard, something nagging at the back of Harry's mind came to him. It was long forgotten information but in the real light of things, if felt as though Harry had something stuck at the back of his mind. Thinking hard, Harry remember back when the Death Eaters were attacking, there was something peculiar. The most peculiar thing that Harry remembered that day was before the attack, there were a bunch of men in long black cloaks and white masks. Harry remembered this because the seeing them peaked his attention. Harry was sure one of them asked, "Lucius, are the preps ready?" This explained why Voldemort hasn't even tried to reach Harry yet, this was his plan. He figured out that Harry was close to Draco.
Harry turned his head sharply at his friend. "Draco, we need to talk," Harry said in a low enough whisper that his voice reached to only Draco and his own ear.
Draco still stared as the small piece of parchment with the un-small news scribbled on top. "What do I do? Harry, can you wait? I…I"
Draco sounded somewhat scared and confused so Harry answered for him, "Not much you can do. I'll go with you to keep you company. It'll be more fun with the both of us."
Draco looked thankfully at his friend Harry but he rejected the idea, "Harry…you see, there are some things that you don't know about my family. Especially my dad, he's a bit different."
Harry glanced impatiently at Draco, "Look I know, I need to talk to you. Let's head over to our dorm. Come on."
Draco looked thoughtfully at Harry, at any other time Harry practically anounced that he knew the family secret of Draco, Draco would have at least acted a bit shocked but it seems as though Draco couldn't be more shocked than he is now. Draco walked out of the Great Hall as though he were floating on a cloud.
When finally arriving at their dorm, Harry locked the door with a strong charm and truned around to face Draco.
"Look, I need to explain some things to you. I figured out that your father, is a Death Eater," Harry started though he could have imagined that he was being very blunt, possibly annoyingly so but the news had to get out there without all the other wishy washy stuff, "I figures it out just now everything fit in nicely now. Draco, I'm going with you wether you want me to or not. We both can look after each other's backs there. There is no option, if you don't let me go, I'm going to tie you up and keep up locked up in my closet for the rest of the holidays. Understand?" Harry asked looking into his best friend's eyes.
Draco at this point couldn't feel more proud that he had made a frined like Harry. This was only half the story though, what Draco didn't know was that if he never had made friends with Harry, this whole ordeal would probably never have happened but Harry wasn't about to tell Draco that. It was too late now anyways. Draco replied, "Sure, Harry. Thanks."
Harry closed his eyes in relief. He knew this was a trap. Too obvious a trap, Harry might have just signed his death wish but thinking back at his previous best friend, it didn't matter anymore.
Draco quickly scribbled a 'Yes, father' on the back and left for the owlery.
Draco looked like he daydreamed the rest of the day. He went through the motions of homework, classes and the likes for the rest of the week.
Finally, the day of the arrival of the other two major schoold arrived. Draco just began turning back into his regular old self by complaining on some of the Gryffindors during breakfast.
Classes went slowly for the pair as in each class, each teacher gave them all leactures on how to act and behave when the other schools finally came.
Two classes left Harry said as he looked down at his timetable. First potions, then DADA.
Harry and Draco made their way to potions. Before class started, Harry was called up to the front of the class.
"Mr. Preston, what happened during the duelling club last week?" Snape asked curtly.
"Nothing much, sir," Harry answered, as much as he wanted the Potters to pay for what they did, he didn't want to be a tattletale and get Snape to do it for him.
"So am I to understand nothing got you a force resignation in he dueling club finals and a detention?" Snape asked peering into Harry's eyes searching for weakness.
"Mr. Preston, the other Slytherins already told me what has happened. At this point, I don't need a confession, really. Ten points for Slytherin for not tattleling. Go back to your seat," Snape ordered.
"Yes, sir," Harry said and immediately left for his seat.
"What was that about?" Draco asked.
"He wanted to know what happened during the dueling club," shrugged Harry.
"And…?" Draco asked expecting more.
"And it seems as though he knew what happened already," Harry replied.
"Quiet down now," Snape said.
The class quieted down immediately recognising the telltale signs of when Snape was in a foul mood.
"Mr. Potter, be quiet," Snape said, "That's ten points off for Gryffindor."
"But I wasn't even talking!" Mark complained.
"That's 5 points off for ignoring me and talking even further and 5 more for protesting against a proffesor and 5 more for not adding sir or proffesor at the end. I believe that's 25 points no?" Snape smiled. It was to be a long day for all the Gryffindors.
"Really, sir, I didn't-" Mark once again complained.
"That's enough of you. You have received a detention with me today after your next class. Yes, why yes, today's the day the students from the other schools are coming isn't it? Now behave yourself," Snape said and continued with the lesson.
When class was dismissed, Mark and his groupies as Draco liked to call them came for Harry.
"I bet you told Snape that I won over you at the dueling club, you know, you're really low," Mark said with an air of superiority.
"Then you'd lose all the money you bet because I didn't do anything at all," Harry said in response.
"You-" Mark began but knowing Mark, he just had to pick a fight outside the Potions room, right after class so when Snape walked out…
"Mr. Potter, would you like me to assign you another detention? Go to your next classes, now," Snape said and walked away annoyed.
DADA was like any other typical class, Proffesor Potter was gicing them all advice on what to do when the other schools arrive.
"Do not play any sort of tricks on them, I will be watching," Proffesor Potter said, "What should we do before they arrive?"
Hermione's hand shot straight up and she started waving it furiously in the air as though it was her duty to answer this question.
"No one? Let's try-" Proffesor Potter slurred off as he scanned the room full of students.
Harry rolled his eyes, waiting for his name to be called.
"Harry Preston. Let's try you," Potter said smiling at Harry.
"We shower? I don't know. They are just regular people," Harry commnted as though the whole motion of setting up a feast for other schools is kind of... lame.
"That's not how you treat you're guests. Oh, and by the way, the answer was to comb your hair. You, I expect to have somewhat difficulty with that, no?" James said and as though he never expected an answer, he moved on.
Harry gritted his teeth, everyone was on edge today, "Yeah, yeah it came from my dad."
"I don't care about your family history Mr. Preston. Be quiet about it will you?" Potter said with a somewhat bored look on his face.
"Yeah sorry, I won't talk about them," Harry replied.
Potter in somewhat of a shock. Did that Preston kid just agree with him when he told Preston to be quiet? Miracles do happen sometimes I suppose.
"Moving on with the lesson. Surprise test people," Proffesor Potter announced as though he inflicted good news on his students.
The class groaned. Great, beautiful way to end classes today.
"This is a review on fiuls," Potter said while passing sheets of parchment out, "You may begin now."
Harry finished first and left the room once he handed it in. Finally, classes were over. Harry headed back into the dorms and took a quick shower and changed clothes. With everything done at roughly 5 o'clock, he had one hour tofinish his potions essay.
Halfway through his essay, Draco slipped in the door. "That was tiring, he test was pretty hard," Draco complained.
"That's because you don't study," Harry answered pointedly while still writing his essay.
Draco took a very quick shower and dressed. Harry and Draco then left the dorm, very curious as to meet their guests for the first time.
Arriving at the main gates, it was a hectic scene. Professors were running about ordering students to fix their ties and hair and the likes, Filch especially was in a bad mood as Harry passed him. Filch was muttering, "More of the students, more mess! Back in the day…"
When it was ten to six, finally everyone was lined up, arranged in perfect rows of two. Beside Harry, Draco was muttering nervously.
Harry wondered whether Draco forgot about the incident with the letter.
The sky was a hazy gray with some clouds blocking out the moonlight. It was a cold night and snow covered the entire school grounds. The lake nearby wasn't yet frozen though thin sheets of ice were beginning to form.
Harry glanced at his watch: 5:59:57. 3 seconds to go. 2…1…0
Gasps errupted as students realized that there was something enourmous approaching the school. The enormous thing people saw was in the sky. It sped closer and closer till Harry was able to see it's contour lines. It looked in the shape of a dozen winged horses and a exceptionally large carriage.
The carriage landed on the soft green before the entire Hogwarts' student body.
Harry squinted to get a good look at the carriage. It was white and gold in color. It had a large crest on one of it's many doors. Fine gold detailing was crafted onto the side panels of the carriage. The carriage itself wasn't the only amazing thing. Another amazing thing was the horses which were pulling it. The horses were golden in color and had fiery red eyes. They rested their long and tired wings and folded them to the sides of their body.
A small foot steped out of the carriage followed by which was the most enormous woman Harry ever saw.
"Ah, Madam Maxime. Just how have you been?" Headmaster Dumbledore asked aporaching the large lady with a warm and welcoming smile.
Students looked on with their jaws open. Harry knew what went on in each of their heads. Is it possible that this Madam Maxime was actually human?
Two dozen students came flooding out of the carriage. Half of whome were girls and half boys. The Hogwarts students and what Harry guessed to be Beauxbatons students were glancing to each other with curiosity.
" 'ello Dumbly-door. I 'ope I find you well?" Madam Maxime asked with some warmth also.
"Yes, never been better. Our other guests of honor have seemed to arive as well," Dumbledore said and looked far in the distance ahead of him.
Harry and Draco folllowed their Headmaster's gaze to find nothing in the distance. Just trees, land and lake.
'No, the lake was behaving oddly,' Harry thought.
"Hey, what's wrong with the lake? All of a sudden there are waves and there's no wind!" Draco commented.
Soon after, a formation of a whirlpool appeared on the surface of the lake. A dark mast prodded out from the whirlpool. A ship followed the mast out of the harsh waters and the lake seemed to stilled immediately.
The ship was almost all black in color except for their school crest which was carved on the side of the ship.
As the ship docked a man with sleek and silver hair strotted out wearing a large fur coat.
"Dumbledore! It's just spledid to see you again! Come out students!" the man said calling out two dozen students.
Draco gasped, his eyes wide in shock as though he were paralised and all the colour drained from his face. Harry wondered what was wrong with Draco, but then again he has been acting weird ever since the letter came in.
"Thank you Karkaroff," Dumbledore replied, "It has been a while hasn't it?"
"Oh yes, yes indeed it has! Madam Maxime is that you! You look simply delightful today, have you lost weight since I last saw you?" Karkakoff asked seemingly interested but his eyes wandered past the Beauxbaton students and towards the Hogwarts students. Karkaroff smiled as his eyes skimmed past Draco's and rested on Harry's. It stayed this way for who knew how long till Madam Maxime responded.
"Karkaroff, why you get more charming everytime I meet you," Madam Maxime answered.
"Oh yes!" Karkaroff exclaimed as though he remembered something. He grabbed a student from his many students. Harry peered over to see what the boy looked like but his hood was up, "Dumbledore, it is getting cold out here and I believe Morran here is shaking would you please allow us inside, he does have a sensitive thing towards the cold."
Even though 'Morran' was sensitive to the cold, he took off his hood. The first thing Harry processed was how platinum blonde his hair was and how pale his conpletion was. Morran turned and faced the Hogwarts students and unlike Karkaroff, he didn't even pause at Harry but his eyes this time was fixated on Draco.
Draco's already white completion turned already white as he watched Morran keep warm by rubing his hand on his arm. Morran smiled at Draco maliciously and pulled his face ove his hoo once more and followed the Headmasters in.
"Draco, what's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Harry…Harry!" Draco whispered as a stampede started to form around the main door for the rush of students that wanted to escape from the cold. Harry and Draco hung out behind everyone.
"What is it? Hey, what happened to you?" Harry asked too cold and tired to figure anything out.
"It's. That was my brother! He looked at me and he touched…he touched his left arm!" Draco almost whispered.
"So he's already…" Harry trailed off leaving Draco to figure it out.
"Yeah, he might be. They recruit kids when they're in their second years. This might be why…my dad wanted me back, to get me ready for next year," Draco said all at once.
Harry's brain jumpred from sleeping mode to overtime work, 'No way! A sudden thought once again errupted in his mind. What if one reason Draco was called back was because of Harry but another supporting reason may be to make Draco a Death Eater like his brother and then that would certainly be the best way to get at me.'
Harry furrowed his eyebrows. 'Too late now, we can't go back on our decision or else…'
"Don't worry about it. I promise I'll make sure you wont become a Death Eater. Trust me, it'll be as unprofitable for you as well as myself," Harry responded walking in through the main doors when almost all the students went back inside.
The main hall was decorated accordingly. Everything was polished so that Harry swore he could see his reflection on the table.
Dinner as always was a feast fit for kings. Goblets of butterbeer and dishes of extremely well done food kept refilling itself. Of course, no all the schools were used to Hogwarts. Almost all of the Beauxbatons boys and girls sat at the Revenclaw table though some did walk by Harry giggling which made some Slytherin girls roll their eyes.
The Durmstrang population sat on the Slytherin tables, which earned the Durmstrang population glares from the Gryffindors. Everyone ignored the Gryffindor tables though; they didn't amount to much in the Slytherin's eyes.
Draco and Harry whispered to another furiously.
Harry tried convincing Draco that it was absolutel normal for Lucius' son to go to Durmstrang, he was in fact positive that it should have been expected if he knew that Morran Malfoy was actually a Durmstrang student.
Draco was wishy-washy during the whole time with many 'what if' situations.
"Look, things are going to happen this year. I can tell. You can't have expected to live your whole life whithout something like this to happen! What did you expect? Really now, get a hold of yourself. You need to be alert in case they try to get the mark on you especially during Christmas," Harry said which in the end convinced Draco to be more relaxed about the whole situation.
Halfway through eating his mashed potatoes, Morran dropped his distance between him and Draco and came towards them.
Harry nudged Draco and tilted his head in the direction of his apporaching brother. What Harry said to Draco earlier seemed to have taken affect because Draco, unlike what Harry has initially thought might do, which was to get pale, actually looked his older brother in the eye.
"Hello, Draco. Nice to see you again. Father's been talking all about you in the past few days," Morran grinned as he took a seat across the table from the two.
Whispering among the students thus started;
'Hey! Isn't that the son of the Minister of Magic?'
'I heard he was the top student in Durmstrang last year!'
'Wait, he's talking to Draco Malfoy and since he's a Malfoy, you think they're related?'
'They can't be related, besides Malfoy is an old wizarding name, other people may have that name.'
"Charmed," Draco said continuing on with his meal.
"How cold. After all, we haven't seen each other in so many years," Morran said content with carrying this conversation all by himself, "Did you know, while you were away from the manor, I got initiated?"
"Initiated?" Harry asked joining this conversation in case things turned sour, though of course Harry knew the answer to his own question.
"Yes, initiated into a club of sorts. Anyways, Draco, I hope you do come to spend time with us during the winter, I am to make sure of it myself. I hope you do allow your lovely friend here to come with," Morran said sounding sly indeed.
Dumbledore chose that exact time to stand, "Quiet down everybody. I hope you treat our guests with kindness as well as open arms this year. I am sure that by now, all of you have filled your stomachs to the fullest so allow me to start with my very shortened speech. In a week, the choosing process for the champion of each school will begin. Only one will go down in history. Only one will be victorious. I would like all students to please have your names in the goblet of fire if you have not done so already. Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students are to follow their headmater or headmistress to their sleeping quarters."
With that, students filled out of the Great Hall. Many excitedly whispering on what they were to do if they were chosen.
"Well, looks like I'll take my leave now," Morran said and got up and followed the rest of the Durmstrang students.
Harry and Draco also got up to leave.
"Well, what do you think?" Harry asked Draco.
"I'm fine, I don't care anymore. They weren't there most my life so all it fells like is just like talking to strangers," Draco shrugged.
They finally made their way back to their common room.
Draco and Harry turned to their room. Draco immediately flopped onto his bed and Harry followed the suit.
"What do you think? Do you think he might be the Durmstrang champion?" Draco asked.
"I don't know but I can say his Headmaster has confidnece in it. That Karkaroff fellow, he's pretty suspicious no?" Harry asked but there wasn't an answer. Draco had fallen asleep.
….
The following week went by with a lot homework; mainly because teachers tried to make themselves seem more acceptable in the eyes of the other Headmaster and Headmistress.
Homework was barable for Harry but it seemed as though not only the teachers wanted to shine. The captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team called practise on from 5 out of the seven following days.
Hermione somehow just fell into their pace of things. It almost felt weird that because she knew what many people didn't know about them, she had this clich to hanging with them. Well whatever that had Hermione hanging around them made Harry's and Draco's life much more easier, especially for Draco. Hermione wrote down timetable fro them to study by which put another perspective on Harry's busy schedule. Draco was good at spells and practical things but he was terrible at essays which was what many teachers assigned them to do and Harry was glad that Draco could bother Hermione about homework rather than him.
At the end of the week, when Sunday rolled around, all the students were to some degree used to the amount of homework.
"It's today, finally," Draco slipped in his two cents worth, "I can't believe it took this loog to get to the Tri-Wizard tournament!"
"I heard Crabbe and Goyle of second year slipped their names in," Harry remarked.
"No way, they can't have thought they would win," Draco said dumbfounded.
"It was more like they didn't think at all," Harry joked.
They finally made their was into the Great Hall for dinner. Morran gave a cinical wave of hello, which the duo ignored.
Taking their seats at the end of the Slytherin table, Harry noticed that almost everyone was already there.
"Look at all the people, they must all be anxious to hear whether they mad it in or no," Harry said aloud.
"No kidding," Morran said as he once again sat beside them.
"Why do you keep appearing?" Draco asked annoyed, "I don't assosiate with your sorts."
"My sorts? Here's an interesting thought, if I were to leave and live an easy life with mother, then you'd probably be stuck in my position with father. Interesting no?" Morran asked expecting Draco's response to be denial.
Harry cut in ahead of Draco, "He's not though, this is the way reality is. If you keep thinking of what could have been if you traded your life with your brother that you'll never be able to live your life no matter how hard it is compared to your brothers' ," Harry responded.
"Relax, I was just joking, I'm perfectly fine to what happened but what you just said had an uncanny resemblance to someone I know," Morran replied.
"No, I don't think you know him," Harry responded all the while knowing that his two friends were confused.
"Why are you sitting with us anyways? Shoo,"Draco said annoyed at the nerve of this guy.
"I just want to see my little brother, that's all. Besides, I want you all to see me walk up there as the champion for Durmstrang. Jealous, first years?" Morran asked teasingly.
"No, now leave," Draco said decively, so much so that Morran actually gave in.
"Fine, this isn't any fun anyways,' Morran said and walked back towards his Slytherin and Durmstrang group of friends.
A loud ringing erupted in the hall. The students traced the sound to Dumbledore tapping with a fork on his wine goblet.
"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls. Today will be marked as the day our Triwizard Tournament begins. I believe we should commence the selection process immediately. I would like to inform the champions to head for the room on the side of the Hall. The goblet please?" Dumbledore asked after he pointed to a small door on the side of the Great Hall.
Filch came walking up the Hall with his cat slinking slowly behind him. Filch carried the Goblet with the blue flames all the way to the Proffesor's table and handed the goblet to Dumbledore.
"The choosing shall begin now!" Dumbledore said as the dancing blue flames glowed red.
A name scrawled on a piece of paper fell out of the goblet which Dumbledore caught.
"Alas, our first champion. The Champion of Beauxbaton…Fleur Delacour!" Dumbledore yelled.
A very pretty girl walked gracefully over towards the door but not before stopped and waving to everyone. Madam Maxime was on her feet clapping as loudly as she can, and it was loud especially with those enourmous hands.
"Next up!" Dumbledore yelled as another piece of parchment flew out of the red-flamed goblet.
"Our next Champion from Durmstrang! I'd like for everyone to greet the son of our Minister of Magic which started the project of the Triwizard Tournament. The Champion of Durmstrang is Morran Malfoy!" Dumbledore yelled.
Loud explosions were heard from the Slytherin table. Karkakoff was extremely loud and boastful, "I knew it!" he yelled.
Morran grinned at his younger brother and his two friends and left to join Fleur in the room next door.
"Our last Champion! The representative for Hogwarts is…" Dumbledore announced as he grabbed the floating piece of parchment the Goblet coughed out. Dumbledore's face furrowed in puzzlement, " I'd like to wlecome the Champion of Hogwarts. I'd like to welcome…"