Snakelet

The boy who was severely confused

"Harry - yer a wizard." said Hagrid.

For any normal person, this statement would have sounded crazy. It would have made them stare in disbelief at the giant, who not too long ago literally bursted into his life. Any normal person would come to the conclusion, that this man is insane, speaking gibberish and threatening his family. But Harry wasn't normal, and even though he knew that it's dangerous to not only believe, but willingly go with the man, he still did that.

So that's how he ended up at Diagon Alley, in Madam Malkin's Robes shop, standing on a stool next to a pale, blond boy.

"Hello," said the boy, "Hogwarts, too?"

"Yes," replied Harry, which caused the other rambling about wands, brooms, and everything he desired. The way he spoke strongly reminded him of Dudley and an uncomfortable feeling started to bloom inside him.

The boy went on about some sport called Quidditch, but it only made Harry more nervous. He knew nothing about these things, he just found out about his abilities and a whole new world. He knew he won't know everything instantly, but still couldn't stop worrying about it. He was always seen as an odd kid, an outcast, someone who is different, and people treated him that way. Then Hagrid introduced him to this new society, where people are similar to him, and treat him the exact opposite than before, but it still didn't feel like home. He still didn't fit in. What if he will never fit in?

"Know what House you'll be in yet?" asked the boy, interrupting Harry's train of thought.

"No" he replied, feeling more and more stupid as the conversation went on.

"I'm sure I'll be in Slytherin, all my family have been, and if I get placed in any other, I would leave instantly. Of course, it won't happen, but still..." he continued, "Woah! Look at that giant!" he cried while pointing at Hagrid, who stood just outside the shop with two ice creams in his hand.

"That's Hagrid, he works at Hogwarts."

"Oh, my father has mentioned him. He's sort of a servant. My father says he's a wild man, living in a hut on the school grounds, getting drunk from time to time and setting fire to his bed as he tries and fails to do magic." he said with evident disgust on his face, which had Harry's blood boil.

"Well, I thank he's brilliant and kind." he snapped.

"Oh is he with you?" he frowned, "Where are your parents?"

"They are dead." was the short answer.

"Oh, sorry," he said, but he sounded like he couldn't care less. "But they were are kind, right?"

"They weren't muggles if that's what you're asking."

"Good. I think only people with magical families should be allowed to join the school and the wizarding society. The others, they are worthless." he stated coldly. " Anyways, my name is Draco. Draco Malfoy. What's yours?"

"Harry," he said quietly, but before he could finish, Madam Malkin finished his robes, giving him a chance to escape the conversation.

He quickly left the shop, but he still looked back over his shoulder, and looked into those grey, calculating eyes.

Harry still didn't know many things. But he knew one thing for sure: Draco Malfoy is going to be a problem.

Hello everyone! Thank you for reading my story! English is not my native language, so there will surely be mistakes, feel free to point them out. I appreciate constructive criticism, please don't leave hateful/mean comments. 

The beginning of the story won't be the most exciting, but things will escalate, I can promise that. The story becames especially canon divergent around the 4th book. 

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