The Four Potter's- Drarry & Twin AU

First Year I

This is not in chronological order, just to warn you lot :)

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Everyone looked to Dumbledore. "Just before the feast begins," boomed Dumbledore's voice. "I shall remind you that, as always, the Forbidden Forest surrounding the grounds is prohibited-" (it's called the forbidden forest, duh, Harry rolled his eyes) "-And as of this year, the third floor corridor is off limits. Finally, before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment!" 

He was off his rocker, in Harry's opinion. But he was also the most powerful wizard in forever. There wasn't time to think about how scrambled Dumbledore's brain was, because mountains of food popped in front of them. The juiciest of chickens, sweetest of sweetcorn, and fruitiest of apple juice. Everything Harry could ever think of for a cooked meal could be eaten.

Harry saw Ron pile drumsticks on his plate, and Fleamont have a small portion of everything. The boy next to him was calm. "Hiya!" Said the boy opposite him in a thick Irish accent. "I'm Seamus, half-blood." He introduced himself and didn't seem to stop. "Me mam's a witch, dad's a muggle. Bit of a shock when he found out." 

"Dean Thomas: I'm a half-blood, too." He smiled at Seamus. 

"His mother teaches History of Magic." Said the ginger sitting next to Ron. Neatly, he cut everything with a knife and fork and laid them down to talk. "Professor Mary McDonald. And I'm Percy Weasley, your house Prefect." A pea flicked him in the side of the head, and Harry saw one of the ginger twins make an 'oh you're in trouble!' sound. "Those two troublemakers are Fred and George." He turned to them, "Should I start taking points already?"

"Sorry, Perfect Prefect." Said Fred, poking him in the badge. "Don't let the power go to your head too quickly."

"Wouldn't want to make your bedroom door even bigger to accommodate that thing." George added. Ron and Fleamont laughed: Fleamont a fake laugh, still trying to process what just happened. 

Harry's scar started at his forehead and faded into faint lines by his eye, all jagged white marks so easily seen on his tanned skin. Fleamont's was only a moon, but he thought Harry's was way cooler. 

Fleamont and Harry kept glancing at each other as they ate, and Harry and Draco did some silent communication across the hall. Draco was happy for his best friend, he was... but now what? Harry would be over there making new friends and spending more time with the Gryffindor boys than he'll ever get to with Draco.

And he was in Slytherin now. Father will have expectations, ones that have to be far too high for Draco to reach. He'll have to present the perfect Pureblood heir, and he knew that would drive Harry further away. But now, with him and Fleamont sharing a room, Draco couldn't help but think he'll quickly become second best.

But Draco had Blaise, Pansy, Greg, and Vince. He had never heard of the Greengrass's so Father would want him to stay away from them, and he had never met Millicent Bulstrode before but he knew her mother and his did business together on occasion. 

"Draco?" Blaise said, leaning into Draco's eye view so he wasn't focused on Harry. "What's wrong with you?"

"Potter of course." Pansy rolled her eyes. Draco didn't like her much, but father said he had to be friendly. "I don't understand why your parents care for that little half-blood." She sneered. 

"That's why you're so witless, Parkinson. Leave the thinking to the older children and go play with your dolls." She made a squeak sound, like she was offended, and got up to move down the table. Crabbe and Goyle stopped eating, wondering why she left.