Draco- July 3rd
Draco Malfoy lounged against the wall of the train sitting with Blaise and Pansy. Blaise was a consummate Slytherin. The kind who was quiet and kept his cards close not revealing anything util it was to his advantage and so Draco remained quiet.
It wasn't until Blaise wanted down the corridor to the loo that Draco broached the subject of Harry Potter, as they were limited in time, "Mom plans to move to gain guardianship of Harry." Pansy's eyes widened they both knew that Narcissa and Lucius had wanted to have more kids, but it hadn't been in the cards for them. A wail came traversing the corridors of the spacious manor home. Draco was about six at the time. He wandered down towards his mother's suite and found her lying on the floor of her bathroom. Blood soaking her green silk nightclothes. It had been a near thing that Narcissa had survived. After that Draco had not heard about her being pregnant again.
Pansy reached over and gave Draco a hug. It was all that she could do to reassure him that this would not bring his mom to harm as other attempts to gain a sibling for Draco had in fact done. It was a long quiet ride most of the way back to London. Draco taking out the latest letter from his mother.
Mon petit dragon,
J'espère que vous vous débrouillez bien et que vous avez obtenu les meilleurs résultats à tous vos examens. Des nouvelles m'ont effectivement parvenu des événements de la fin du Tournoi des Trois Sorciers. Votre père et moi avons discuté de ce qu'il faut faire compte tenu de notre situation précaire dans la société. J'ai informé votre père qu'il ne reprendra pas ses loyautés et ses activités antérieures. Je l'ai interdit. Après tout, il a besoin de ma famille, du prestige et de l'argent.
Par conséquent, alors que nous nous trouvons dans une position qui nous oblige une fois de plus à choisir entre ce qui pourrait être bénéfique à certains égards, et nuisible à d'autres, et entre la famille et la politique, je ne le permettrai pas. La politique a déjà divisé la ligne noire et je ne l'aurai plus. Nous devrons tenir une réunion de famille à l'avenir, et je prévois d'obtenir des informations qui nous permettront d'obtenir la tutelle du jeune Harry Potter et, espérons-le, de réparer les dommages que ces terribles moldus lui ont causés.
Adeiu , mon petit dragon,
Narcissa
The train kept on rolling and Draco found his mind going back to his first day at Hogwarts. He knew that he had not made the best of first impressions on Potter and that didn't go over well. He had taken extra time on his hair had slicked it back with gel and too much of it. His clothes are neat and pristine in condition. Harry had opened the compartment door to find Draco and two boys behind him on the other side. Endeavoring to make an impression he had used his father's I'm in charge voice, "So it's true then Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. This is Crabbe and Goyle, and I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. Ron had snicked at that attempting to hide the snicker. That had been humiliating and insulting.
After that, what happened next Draco guessed was almost inevitable. He'd lashed out, "Think my name is funny, don't you? No need to ask you your name. Red hair and hand-me-down robes, youmust be a Weasley. You'll soonfind Potter that some wizarding families are better than others. You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there."
He had spent several weeks crying in his dorm after that. Rejection was not something that he delt with very well. Eventually it had built up to the point where he had started lashing out at the boy that he perceived being rejected by.