"Remember Draco, you are a Malfoy! Always keep your composure, and wear your family name with pride! Show those lesser people exactly who we are." His father's words echo through Draco's mind as he readies himself to enter the Hogwarts Express.

'Show them who we are…' His grin widens almost unnaturally at the thought. 'It might not be to your liking Father, but I'll do my best…to show them who I am, at least.' Draco thinks inwardly, and if ever a thought could be accompanied with an ominous thunderstorm and maniacal laughter…

Draco is cut off from his musings when he notices the same mousy brown-haired child from before, the one he 'met' in Diagon Alley. Not one to refrain from his impulses, Draco makes sure to grab his attention before boarding the train.

"Choose wisely." He warns the boy in an ominous tone. He then chuckles sinisterly to himself and continues on. The boy stares after him and can't help but to feel that something is off about the platinum blond-haired boy.

Draco enters the train in a regal manner, with all of the poise of a Malfoy…and the aura of an Apex Predator. Quickly he chooses a compartment and takes his seat with a bored expression on his face. If Blaise or Theo didn't get here soon, he'd have to go find some prey to play with…

Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on the point of view, Theo and Blaise do appear, and rather quickly at that, somehow finding their way to their mutual friend.

"Draco." The darker-skinned friend drawls coldly. Anyone who didn't know what this was would be taken aback. But not Draco, instead he returns the cold stare with a smirk, 'happy' to see his friend.

"Blaise." He then turns to his more…reserved friend. "Nott." Despite being quiet, Theo is not meek by any means, and he makes his presence felt with a strong nod and a THUD as he sits.

"ᴳᵘʸˢ."

A quick moment of awkward silence, so off-putting that an outsider would describe it as tension, falls over the compartment. Suddenly, all three boys crack a smile and begin quietly chatting among themselves. Due to the presence of his two friends, the ride is all but a normal hangout, amusing yet uneventful, outside of the appearance of a new face a few minutes in: Pansy Parkinson, a girl who, by the way she kept stealing glances at him, seems to have a crush. Draco smiles slightly at the situation. She doesn't seem too bad looking for her age so…he can work with it.

The foursome exit the train with an imposing aura, headed mostly by Draco, causing the majority of the other students to give them a rather wide berth. As soon as they approach the carriages, Draco finds himself…captivated. Majestic creatures, each of them looking like a cross between a dragon, a lich and a horse, agents of death, sit at the head of the carriages and Draco cannot bring himself to look away, or even exert the famed Malfoy control.

"I want one of those." He blurts out before he can help it. Both of his friends look at him strangely, and Blaise's strange look forms into a scoff.

"What? A self-driving carriage? I know you're rich but…"

"No." Draco cuts him off, shaking his head as he does. He stares intently at the carriage once more as he adorns his trademark bloodthirsty grin. 'I want the thing pulling it."

Simultaneously this confuses, alarms, and frightens all in earshot. Something about the boy's tone is just…not normal. To say the least. Draco reaches a hand out to touch one of the beasts, but he's interrupted by the call for the First Years. Apparently they had to travel by boat. Reining in his disappointment and transforming his probing hand to a clenched fist, Draco heeds the instructions and follows his friends to the nearest boat. Next year…

"The Dark Forest is strictly forbidden…" Draco listens in intently, the words 'Dark', 'Forest', and 'Forbidden' all catch his attention like moths to a flame. "…Die a most painful death." And those words piqued his interest once more. He'd—

"Hermione Granger!" Draco's distracted from his thoughts as he watches the bushy-haired girl get called up to be sorted by the moving, talking hat. If it weren't for his father preparing him for this moment, both sides of him would be shocked at such a thing. And the implications? He can't help but to grin evilly at those.

"Gryffindor!" The hat bellows out, and the entire red and gold table claps for their newest member. The girl hops down, almost giddy as she makes her way to her new destination. Draco's eyes follow her for a moment, as he can see something about her that intrigues him. He's not sure what it is yet, but he might need to pay more attention to her. Better yet, he can also smell the mud-muggleborn on her, which only makes it even more interesting.

"Draco Malfoy!" It's his turn and he can't help but to be nervous about the whole thing. If he were just Draco, then the hat would yell Slytherin before it even touched his head. But he's not, he's equal parts Thriller, if not more, and that…complicates things. And the hat seems to agree.

From the outside in it is…probably the most shocking thing that happened that day: when the Malfoy boy wasn't immediately sorted. Even more, the Sorting Hat took a good thirty seconds to decide, which is just unheard of, given the boy's lineage. Malfoys are as Slytherin as it gets and given Draco's…sinister tendencies, everyone who knows him would've bet their life that the hat wouldn't even make contact with him. But what they don't know is that the other side of him, while sinister, is actually more of a Gryffindor. While he has ambition of being feared by all, his attitude has always been less of a go-getter and more of a 'sit back and wait.' In his old life he didn't really do much until he was inspired by his brothers Ghost and Crane, and even then, he worked almost exclusively towards their goals.

Giving more points to Gryffindor is his willingness to stand up to almost anyone and anything, on top of his abundance of confidence and courage. The only 'Slytherin' thing about him is the (likely) foul rumor that Slytherin Wizards tend to be evil, and that he is assuredly a future Dark Lord. How near in the future is up for debate. But, after a swift and menacing dressing down in his head, as well as promises of harm and even worse, a glimpse into the Thriller side of his mind, Draco is able to convince the hat that his proper place is among the snakes (he is a Dragon after all), averting the ultimate crisis that would've befell the entire Wizarding World.

Now sorted and in his rightful place, Draco's thoughts turn towards the aforementioned corridor. If it promised death, then there must be something worth finding there, even if it were simply the cause of said painful death. He's always open to new methods. And after that he'd have to enter this 'Dark, Forbidden Forest' and make it his bitch. Both his trademark grin and his thoughts are cut off once more, this time by the start of the feast, and as he chows down (in a graceful manner, befitting of a Malfoy), Draco remains…uncharacteristically quiet. Of course, only two people would recognize that, and both look upon their friend with worried expressions. Just what is Draco planning…?

Almost as soon as the feast ends, does Draco Malfoy set foot in the Slytherin common room and cement his legacy. He enters the dungeon-like common room in stealth, almost like a ninja, like an assassin on a mission, and despite that, two set of eyes immediately set their gaze upon him, anxious, wondering what his next move will be. Externally, both Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini are cool, calm, and collected, happily chatting up some older students and trying to work their way into the right folds (well, Blaise is, Theo is more of a quiet listener). Internally, both are somewhat panicking as they can tell that Draco has his mind set on something. And that is usually not good for anyone, simply put. It's not like they can do anything about it however, but still they'd like to not be blindsided by him and whatever he plans to do.

With powerful and purposeful strides, Draco makes his way to the center of the room, and with a slight modification of the amplification spell, allows everyone to hear his words. He's ready for his close up.

"Attention, House Slytherin. I, Draco Malfoy, hold all the power here. I am and will be your King, your God, and your superior for years to come." He stops to grin a bit. "Seven to be exact. Of course, if you have any problem with that, say your piece, or forever hold it." He ends with a daring, bloodthirsty grin that is almost wishing for a bit of opposition.

The common room is silent as the Slytherin students stare down this…odd, brave little child who made such a bold statement in such a childishly high voice. Half of them are wondering if this is a joke being played on them by another house, while another fourth of them are trying to ignore what they perceive to be the childish whims of a first year who takes himself too seriously. Another fifth of them are in shock, silent as they try to understand who would have the audacity, and the remaining…

"Please, Malfoy," Begins one of the older boys, a seventh year from the looks of it. Both Zabini and Nott widen their eyes in surprise and anticipation. It'd been so long and they'd become so comfortable that they almost forgot that anyone could challenge Draco, and they were eager, in a way to see the result. "you hold nothing. You're just a spoiled brat who was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. A child who's done nothing to earn respect, nothing to earn his stripes, and nothing to say that you're better than anyone here." He says with a sneer. "It's your father who holds power, and you won't get away with—"

"Crucio." Draco interupts, as if offering a simple rebuttal in a debate. Instantly the boy collapses to the floor, writhing in unimaginable pain, screaming his lungs out in agony. "Anyone else?" Draco asks smugly, looking around the room with predatorial eyes as some of the older students have now come out of their bedrooms to see what all the commotion is about. Surprisingly there is someone else, the poor soul.

"Bloody hell mate! You can't just—" A sixth year boy starts to complain, but he's cut off as Draco holds his hand out. Without a word or any indication of magic, the boy choking, clutching fervently at his throat. The young Malfoy smirks and lowers his hand, though the unfortunate boy continues to choke. With his newly made theme music, comprised of the gut-wrenching screams from simulated evisceration and tortured choking, Draco overlooks the rest of his 'subjects' with a predator's leer, and a demon's grin.

"Didn't think so."