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AN: For whatever reason, uploading the chapters to this fic is hard but I finally figured it out. I'll be trying to get this fic's chapters posted in threes. The first three are up so I'm working on the next three. If I keep working like I have lately, this fic should be completed pretty soon. It won't be short, of that I'm sure but I like moderately small chapters so that's that. Also, I don't have a Beta and don't have a Scooby how that entire thing works so bear with me.

Draco Malfoy's day had finally come. His father and his mother had both told him, repeatedly of their own Hogwarts days. All that they were as adults had begun in the Scottish castle. His mother had met his father there. His father had been made all his most powerful allies there. His entire life would be based on this one place. This was his year. If he could place himself as a leader in Slytherin, at least for his year, by the time he graduated, people would already respect and fear him. He had it all figured out.

Draco and his parents had arrived at the station early so he could get a good compartment. His parents' allies had done the Pureblood thing and ordered their children to sit with him. His father was an important part of the Wizengamot and their political block's leader. Draco had already secured friendship promises from Crabbe and Goyle. Since their fathers were vassals of House Malfoy (in the case of Crabbe) and the Ancient and Noble House of Black (Goyle), they really had no choice unless they were placed in different houses. Crabbe and Goyle weren't very smart but they would make good bodyguards and loyal minions.

Draco was in a good year. Several important families had children this year. He knew the Bones chit and Longbottom squib weren't worth it. Bones was a constant hurdle in his father's way so he doubted her niece would be willing to be Draco's ally. As to the boy, everyone had heard the Longbottom hag's constant complaints about her grandson's lack of magical talent. Draco doubted he'd make a good ally for anyone other than a lower class family's daughter. Not to mention, Draco's aunt was one of the people who tortured his parents into insanity. Draco had already been warned about mentioning it to the boy.

However, the Wenlock heir, Mauricius Wenlock was going to be a first year. The Wenlocks kept away for the general public and rarely allowed their children to attend Hogwarts. However, Mauricius' parents had passed away from a late in life case of the Dragon Pox. Elodie Aimar, the only remaining Aimar, was also going to be starting her Hogwarts career. The entire family minus Elodie and her grandfather, had mysteriously vanished off the face of the earth after her birth leaving her as the sole inheritor of the Noble and Ancient House of Aimar. According to Draco's father, the Aimars had never been Voldemort's enemies and thus Elodie may be open to an alliance. The head of the ancient House of Ashman would also be entering Hogwarts and that was going to be interesting. No one but the Ashman regent knew if the head was male or female and no one had ever seen their face. They routinely attended Wizengamot meetings under a hood. The theory among the 'Mot's children was that the Ashman kid was horribly disfigured.

The most interesting attendee of the year, of course, was going to be Harry Potter. Draco's mother had once brought up the fact that, like their appointment as regents to the Ancient and Noble House of Black, they could apply for guardianship of the Boy-Who-Lived. Draco still remembered the shock of thinking he could grow up with the famous boy. Lucius Malfoy had nixed the idea vehemently. If the public investigated the boy's real legal guardian, the Malfoy's would lose the Black Regency. Draco didn't know what that meant. He'd always thought that Old Man Black, the scary old Lord Black who always frowned at him, had died without leaving a clear will. Since the only person who had a right to claim the Lordship was Draco, his parents were his court appointed regents. If the Potter kid's guardianship meant that the Malfoy's would lose the regency of House Black, then maybe Draco wasn't the only person who could claim the Lordship. The important thing for Draco, at the moment, was to avoid making a powerful enemy of the boy. If he could make him an ally, Draco would have some influence over him.

According to the loony Headmaster of Hogwarts, the famous boy had been hidden somewhere with his mother's family. The common theory was that the boy and his muggles lived in the Potter's Castles on the continent and their many manor houses throughout the British Magical community. Draco didn't really believe those crazy Harry Potter books published a few years ago. He knew the girls really liked them. Even Pansy had the entire series.

The Malfoy's were not the first people in the station or the last. They arrived in time so that Draco could choose a good compartment but before the rest of the first year Purebloods in his father's block. Draco's father immediately walked over to a fourth year's family, the Robbards. The man was an Auror but one of the one's Lucius Malfoy got along with well. Draco's mother started whispering to him, naming the people in the station and their connections, if any. There were only eight people she didn't know. Apparently the six standing near them and close to the Longbottoms (and wasn't the old hag ridiculous?) were either mudbloods or unimportant.

Draco observed them closely. Pureblood tradition meant that children were hidden from the public until their Hogwarts letters arrived. They were rarely seen by anyone outside of family until their parents were sure they had enough magic. It allowed for the family to discard their squibs without anyone being any wiser. Of the few people Draco had seen at his parents' parties in the last few weeks, only Lady Greengrass was as pretty as his mother. The woman closest to him, a blonde holding a baby wrapped in a dusky rose blanket, and the slightly smaller black haired woman next to her were both very pretty.

Apparently the shorter woman knew the dark skinned woman standing with the pale man in the beige tweed jacket and dark brown trousers. Draco mostly noticed the two children in the group. The girl was obviously the dark skinned woman's daughter as she had a lighter golden bronze skin tone and masses of curly-kinky hair. She was dressed neatly, like she'd chosen clothing that looked like a uniform without actually being a uniform. The boy with her was clearly the pretty smaller woman's relative. He was taller than either the girl or Draco but still short enough to be close in age. His black hair was pulled back into a messy but styled ponytail and wavy bangs hung loose around his large green, green eyes. A pair of dark tinted glasses sat atop his head and he wore a slightly loose black sweater and black muggle jeans. His shoes were the ones that made Draco think the boy might not be a mudblood. The black boots, muggle in style, were clearly dragonhide. That and the large square ring on his right hand. The pitch black stone was carved but Draco couldn't tell what the carving was. The band was a very bright silver and the niggle at the base of the back of his neck made him think it was enchanted fine .999 silver like the Black Lord's ring. All he knew is that it looked like a Head of House ring.

"Ah, that is interesting." his mother whispered in his ear, "That boy and his family are Lansings." Draco watched on as the boy and girl walked into the train dragging the Longbottom kid with them. He watched as the two women reprimanded and threatened the old woman. Draco led his mother carefully away so he could ask.

"Lansings?"

"Yes, they are one of the Fourteen, older even than the Blacks. They stay out of the public view. Grandfather Black was at Hogwarts when the last Lansing attended. Their family is spread out everywhere. The family is very powerful and very wealthy. Perhaps the girl and her family are foreign magicals. They seem to know the Lansings." Draco and his mother stayed some thirty minutes longer before Draco finally went to find a compartment. Draco boarded the train determined to make an ally of the Lansing boy and his friend. Yes, this was the first day of the rest of his life.

AN: I uploaded the first three chapters and then realized the last two were chopped in half? It looked like someone printed it out into one page and then cut it in half and only posted half. Very weird. What is everyone doing to avoid boredom during the quarantine? I can't think of anything in this chapter that was inspired by any specific fic or author. Will Harry and Hermione be friends with Draco? Will Draco be an ass in this fic? REVIEW and let me know what you think! As to the ring: fine .999 silver is very soft so it's not used for rings ) but if we had magic and could magically strengthen it…..

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