Draco Malfoy: Year 1 (Alternate Reality)

The journey from Platform Nine and Three Quaters

Draco woke at five o'clock the next morning and was too excited and nervous to go back to sleep. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn't want to walk into the station in his wizard's robes – he'd change on the train. He checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that Ulysses was shut safely in his cage and then paced the room, waiting for his parents to get up. Two hours later, Draco's huge, heavy trunk had been loaded into the Malfoy's car, and they had set off. They reached King's Cross at half past ten.
'Well, there you are, Draco. Platform nine – platform ten. Head on over and through the wall to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. See you at Christmas.'
He pushed his trolley round and stared at the barrier. It looked very solid.
He started to walk towards it. People jostled him on their way to platforms nine and ten. Draco walked more quickly. He was going to smash right into that ticket box and then he'd be in trouble – leaning forward on his trolley he broke into a heavy run – the barrier was coming nearer and nearer – he wouldn't be able to stop – the trolley was out of control – he was a foot away – he closed his eyes ready for the crash –
It didn't come ... he kept on running ... he opened his eyes.
A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, 11 o'clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the ticket box had been, with the words Platform Nine and Three- Quarters on it. He had done it.
Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every colour wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to each other in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.
The first few carriages were already packed with students, some hanging out of the window to talk to their families, some fighting over seats. Draco pushed his trolley off down the platform in search of an empty seat. He passed a round-faced boy who was saying, 'Gran, I've lost my toad again.'
'Oh, Neville,' he heard the old woman sigh.
A boy with dreadlocks was surrounded by a small crowd.
'Give us a look, Lee, go on.'
The boy lifted the lid of a box in his arms and the people
around him shrieked and yelled as something inside poked out a long, hairy leg.
The train began to move. Houses flashed past the window. Draco felt a great leap of excitement. He was going to be free. The door of the compartment slid open and the scrawny boy came in.
'Anyone sitting there?' he asked, pointing at the seat opposite Draco. 'Everywhere else is full.'
Draco shook his head and the boy sat down. Another boy, red haired, obviously a Weasley came and sat down too. He glanced at the scrawny boy and then at me then looked quickly out of the window, pretending he hadn't looked. Draco saw he had a black mark on his nose.
'Hey Ron.'
There were twins now.
'Listen, we're going down the middle of the train – Lee Jordan's
got a giant tarantula down there.'
'Right,' mumbled Ron.
'Harry,' said the other twin, 'did we introduce ourselves? Fred
and George Weasley. And this is Ron, our brother. See you later, then.'
'Bye,' said Harry and Ron. The twins slid the compartment door shut behind them.
'Are you really Harry Potter?' Ron blurted out.
Harry nodded.
'Oh – well, I thought it might be one of Fred and George's
jokes,' said Ron. And have you really got – you know ...'
He pointed at Harry's forehead.
Harry pulled back his fringe to show the lightning scar. Ron
stared.
'So that's where You-Know-Who –?'
'Yes,' said Harry, 'but I can't remember it.'
'Nothing?' said Ron eagerly.
'Well – I remember a lot of green light, but nothing else.'
'Wow,' said Ron. He sat and stared at Harry for a few moments,
then, as though he had suddenly realised what he was doing, he looked quickly out of the window again.
They both looked at Draco.
'Who are you?' Asked Ron.
'Draco. Umm... Draco Malfoy. Nice to meet you.'
'Your Malfoy?' replied Ron incredulously.
'Yes.'
'Are all your family wizards?' asked Harry, who found Ron just as interesting as Ron found him. 'Er – yes, I think so,' said Ron. 'I think Mum's got a second cousin who's an accountant, but we never talk about him.'
'So you must know loads of magic already.'
'I heard you went to live with Muggles,' said Ron. 'What are they like?'
'Horrible – well, not all of them. My aunt and uncle and cousin are, though. Wish I'd had three wizard brothers.'
'Five,' said Ron. For some reason, he was looking gloomy. 'I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I've got a lot to live up to. Bill and Charlie have already left – Bill was Head Boy and Charlie was captain of Quidditch. Now Percy's a Prefect. Fred and George mess around a lot, but they still get really good marks and everyone thinks they're really funny. Everyone expects me to do as well as the others, but if I do, it's no big deal, because they did it first. You never get anything new, either, with five brothers. I've got Bill's old robes, Charlie's old wand and Percy's old rat.'
Ron reached inside his jacket and pulled out a fat grey rat, which was asleep.
'His name's Scabbers and he's useless, he hardly ever wakes up. Percy got an owl from my dad for being made a Prefect, but they couldn't aff– I mean, I got Scabbers instead.'
Ron's ears went pink. He seemed to think he'd said too much, because he went back to staring out of the window.
Harry didn't think there was anything wrong with not being able to afford an owl. After all, he'd never had any money in his life until a month ago, and he told Ron so, all about having to wear Dudley's old clothes and never getting proper birthday presents. This seemed to cheer Ron up.
'... and until Hagrid told me, I didn't know anything about being a wizard or about my parents or Voldemort –'
Ron gasped.
'What?' said Harry.
'You said You-Know-Who's name!' said Ron, sounding both
shocked and impressed. 'I'd have thought you, of all people –'
'I'm not trying to be brave or anything, saying the name,' said Harry. 'I just never knew you shouldn't. See what I mean? I've got loads to learn ... I bet,' he added, voicing for the first time something that had been worrying him a lot lately, 'I bet I'm the worst in the class.'
'You won't be. There's loads of people who come from Muggle families and they learn quick enough.'
While they had been talking, the train had carried them out of London. Now they were speeding past fields full of cows and sheep. They were quiet for a time, watching the fields and lanes flick past.
Around half past twelve there was a great clattering outside in the corridor and a smiling, dimpled woman slid back their door and said, 'Anything off the trolley, dears?'
Harry, who hadn't had any breakfast, leapt to his feet, but Ron's ears went pink again and he muttered that he'd brought sand- wiches. Harry went out into the corridor.
He had never had any money for sweets with the Dursleys and now that he had pockets rattling with gold and silver he was ready to buy as many Mars Bars as he could carry – but the woman didn't have Mars Bars. What she did have were Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans, Drooble's Best Blowing Gum, Chocolate Frogs, Pumpkin Pasties, Cauldron Cakes, Liquorice Wands and a number of other strange things Harry had never seen in his life. Not wanting to miss anything, he got some of everything and paid the woman eleven silver Sickles and seven bronze Knuts.
Ron stared as Harry brought it all back into the compartment and tipped it on to an empty seat.
'Hungry, are you?'
'Starving,' said Harry, taking a large bite out of a pumpkin pasty. Ron had taken out a lumpy package and unwrapped it. There
were four sandwiches in there. He pulled one of them apart and said, 'She always forgets I don't like corned beef.'
'Swap you for one of these,' said Harry, holding up a pasty. 'Go on –'
'You don't want this, it's all dry,' said Ron. 'She hasn't got much time,' he added quickly, 'you know, with five of us.'
'Go on, have a pasty,' said Harry, who had never had anything to share before or, indeed, anyone to share it with. It was a nice feeling, sitting there with Ron, eating their way through all Harry's pasties and cakes (the sandwiches lay forgotten).
'What are these?' Harry asked Ron, holding up a pack of Chocolate Frogs. 'They're not really frogs, are they?' He was start- ing to feel that nothing would surprise him.
'No,' said Ron. 'But see what the card is, I'm missing Agrippa.' 'What?'
'Oh, of course, you wouldn't know – Chocolate Frogs have
cards inside them, you know, to collect – Famous Witches and Wizards. I've got about five hundred, but I haven't got Agrippa or Ptolemy.'
Harry unwrapped his Chocolate Frog and picked up the card. It showed a man's face. He wore half-moon glasses, had a long crooked nose and flowing silver hair, beard and moustache. Underneath the picture was the name Albus Dumbledore.
'So this is Dumbledore!' said Harry.
'Don't tell me you'd never heard of Dumbledore!' said Ron. 'Can I have a frog? I might get Agrippa – thanks –'
Harry turned over his card and read:
Albus Dumbledore, currently Headmaster of Hogwarts. Considered by many the greatest wizard of modern times, Professor Dumbledore is particularly famous for his defeat of the dark wizard Grindelwald in 1945,
for the discovery of the twelve uses of dragon's blood and his work on alchemy with his partner, Nicolas Flamel. Professor Dumbledore enjoys chamber music and tenpin bowling.
Harry turned the card back over and saw, to his astonishment, that Dumbledore's face had disappeared.
'He's gone!'
'Well, you can't expect him to hang around all day.' said Ron. 'He'll be back. No, I've got Morgana again and I've got about six of her ... do you want it? You can start collecting.'
'You might get all of them soon enough.' Draco whispered. He hadn't said anything the whole time as he didn't want to be seen as trying.
Ron's eyes strayed to the pile of Chocolate Frogs waiting to be unwrapped.
'Help yourself,' said Harry. 'You too Draco. But in, you know, the Muggle world, people just stay put in photos.'
'Do they? What, they don't move at all?' Ron sounded amazed.
'Weird!'
Harry stared as Dumbledore sidled back into the picture on his card and gave him a small smile. Ron was more interested in eating the frogs than looking at the Famous Witches and Wizards cards, but Harry couldn't keep his eyes off them. Soon he had not only Dumbledore and Morgana, but Hengist of Woodcraft, Alberic Grunnion, Circe, Paracelsus and Merlin. He finally tore his eyes away from the druidess Cliodna, who was scratching her nose, to open a bag of Bertie Bott's Every-Flavour Beans.
'You want to be careful with those,' Ron warned Harry. 'When they say every flavour, they mean every flavour – you know, you get all the ordinary ones like chocolate and peppermint and mar- malade, but then you can get spinach and liver and tripe. George reckons he had a bogey-flavoured one once.'
Ron picked up a green bean, looked at it carefully and bit into a corner.
'Bleaaargh – see? Sprouts.'
They had a good time eating the Every-Flavour Beans. Harry got toast, coconut, baked bean, strawberry, curry, grass, coffee, sardine and was even brave enough to nibble the end off a funny grey one Ron wouldn't touch, which turned out to be pepper.
The countryside now flying past the window was becoming wilder. The neat fields had gone. Now there were woods, twisting rivers and dark green hills.
There was a knock on the door of their compartment and the round-faced boy Harry had passed on platform nine and three- quarters came in. He looked tearful.
'Sorry,' he said, 'but have you seen a toad at all?'
When they shook their heads, he wailed, 'I've lost him! He keeps getting away from me!'
'He'll turn up,' said Harry.
'Yes,' said the boy miserably. 'Well, if you see him ...'
He left.
'Don't know why he's so bothered,' said Ron. 'If I'd brought a
toad I'd lose it as quick as I could. Mind you, I brought Scabbers, so I can't talk.'
The rat was still snoozing on Ron's lap.
'He might have died and you wouldn't know the difference,' said Ron in disgust. 'I tried to turn him yellow yesterday to make him more interesting, but the spell didn't work. I'll show you, look ...'
He rummaged around in his trunk and pulled out a very battered-looking wand. It was chipped in places and something white was glinting at the end.
'Unicorn hair's nearly poking out. Anyway –'
He had just raised his wand when the compartment door slid
open again. The toadless boy was back, but this time he had a girl with him. She was already wearing her new Hogwarts robes.
'Has anyone seen a toad? Neville's lost one,' she said. She had a bossy sort of voice, lots of bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth.
'We've already told him we haven't seen it,' said Ron, but the girl wasn't listening, she was looking at the wand in his hand.
'Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see it, then.' She sat down. Ron looked taken aback. Draco thought the girl should just go but didn't say anything.
'Er – all right.'
He cleared his throat.
'Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow,
Turn this stupid, fat rat yellow.'
He waved his wand, but nothing happened. Scabbers stayed
grey and fast asleep.
'Are you sure that's a real spell?' said the girl. 'Well, it's not very
good, is it? I've tried a few simple spells just for practice and it's all worked for me. Nobody in my family's magic at all, it was ever such a surprise when I got my letter, but I was ever so pleased, of course, I mean, it's the very best school of witchcraft there is, I've heard – I've learnt all our set books off by heart, of course, I just hope it will be enough – I'm Hermione Granger, by the way, who are you?'
She said all this very fast.
Harry looked at Ron and was relieved to see by his stunned face that he hadn't learnt all the set books off by heart either.
'I'm Ron Weasley,' Ron muttered.
'I'm Draco Malfoy,' Draco whispered.
'Harry Potter,' said Harry.
'Are you really?' said Hermione. 'I know all about you, of
course – I got a few extra books for background reading, and you're in Modern Magical History and The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century.
'Am I?' said Harry, feeling dazed.
'Goodness, didn't you know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me,' said Hermione. 'Do either of you know what house you'll be in? I've been asking around and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it sounds by far the best, I hear Dumbledore himself was one, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad ... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon.'
And she left, taking the toadless boy with her.
'Whatever house I'm in, I hope she's not in it,' said Ron. He threw his wand back into his trunk. 'Stupid spell – George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud.'
'What house are your brothers in?' asked Harry.
'Gryffindor,' said Ron. Gloom seemed to be settling on him again. 'Mum and Dad were in it, too. I don't know what they'll say if I'm not. I don't suppose Ravenclaw would be too bad, but imagine if they put me in Slytherin.'
'That's the house Vol– I mean, You-Know-Who was in?'
'Yeah,' said Ron. He flopped back into his seat, looking depressed.
'You know, I think the ends of Scabbers's whiskers are a bit lighter,' said Harry, trying to take Ron's mind off houses. 'So what do your oldest brothers do now they've left, anyway?'
Harry was wondering what a wizard did once he'd finished school.
'Charlie's in Romania studying dragons and Bill's in Africa doing something for Gringotts,' said Ron. 'Did you hear about Gringotts? It's been all over the Daily Prophet, but I don't suppose you get that with the Muggles – someone tried to rob a high- security vault.'
Harry stared.
'Really? What happened to them?'
'Nothing, that's why it's such big news. They haven't been
caught. My dad says it must've been a powerful Dark wizard to get round Gringotts, but they don't think they took anything, that's what's odd. 'Course, everyone gets scared when something like this happens in case You-Know-Who's behind it.'
Harry turned this news over in his mind. He was starting to get a prickle of fear every time You-Know-Who was mentioned. He supposed this was all part of entering the magical world, but it had been a lot more comfortable saying 'Voldemort' without worrying.
'What's your Quidditch team?' Ron asked.
'Er – I don't know any,' Harry confessed.
'What!' Ron looked dumbfounded. 'Oh, you wait, it's the best game in the world –' And he was off, explaining all about the four balls and the positions of the seven players, describing famous games he'd been to with his brothers and the broomstick he'd like to get if he had the money. He was just taking Harry through the finer points of the game when the compartment door slid open yet again, but it wasn't Neville the toadless boy or Hermione Granger this time.
It was getting dark. He could see mountains and forests under a deep-purple sky. The train did seem to be slowing down.
Draco, Harry and Ron took off their jackets and pulled on their long black robes. Ron's were a bit short for him, you could see his
trainers underneath them.
A voice echoed through the train: 'We will be reaching
Hogwarts in five minutes' time. Please leave your luggage on the train, it will be taken to the school separately.'
Harry's stomach lurched with nerves and Ron, he saw, looked pale under his freckles. They crammed their pockets with the last of the sweets and joined the crowd thronging the corridor.
The train slowed right down and finally stopped. People pushed their way towards the door and out on to a tiny, dark platform. Draco shivered in the cold night air. Then a lamp came bobbing over the heads of the students and Draco heard a familiar voice: 'Firs'-years! Firs'-years over here! All right there, Harry?'
Hagrid's big hairy face beamed over the sea of heads.
'C'mon, follow me – any more firs'-years? Mind yer step, now! Firs'-years follow me!'
Slipping and stumbling, they followed Hagrid down what seemed to be a steep, narrow path. It was so dark either side of them that Draci thought there must be thick trees there. Nobody spoke much. Neville, the boy who kept losing his toad, sniffed once or twice.
'Yeh'll get yer firs' sight o' Hogwarts in a sec,' Hagrid called over his shoulder, 'jus' round this bend here.'
There was a loud 'Oooooh!'.
The narrow path had opened suddenly on to the edge of a great black lake. Perched atop a high mountain on the other side, its windows sparkling in the starry sky, was a vast castle with many turrets and towers.
'No more'n four to a boat!' Hagrid called, pointing to a fleet of little boats sitting in the water by the shore. Draco got in a boat with 2 large boys and a smaller girl while Harry and Ron were followed into their boat by Neville and Hermione.
'Everyone in?' shouted Hagrid, who had a boat to himself, 'Right then – FORWARD!'
And the fleet of little boats moved off all at once, gliding across the lake, which was as smooth as glass. Everyone was silent, staring up at the great castle overhead. It towered over them as they sailed nearer and nearer to the cliff on which it stood.
'Heads down!' yelled Hagrid as the first boats reached the cliff; they all bent their heads and the little boats carried them through a curtain of ivy which hid a wide opening in the cliff face. They were carried along a dark tunnel, which seemed to be taking them right underneath the castle, until they reached a kind of under- ground harbour, where they clambered out on to rocks and pebbles.
'Oy, you there! Is this your toad?' said Hagrid, who was check- ing the boats as people climbed out of them.
'Trevor!' cried Neville blissfully, holding out his hands. Then they clambered up a passageway in the rock after Hagrid's lamp, coming out at last on to smooth, damp grass right in the shadow of the castle.
They walked up a flight of stone steps and crowded around the huge, oak front door.
'Everyone here? You there, still got yer toad?'
Hagrid raised a gigantic fist and knocked three times on the castle door.