Supernova [Draco Malfoy]

Chapter 1 | Hogwarts Express

Draco Malfoy wasn't my intended mission. Transferring to Hogwarts in my fifth year, I had meant to avoid him like the plague and carry out my initial goal of keeping tabs on Harry Potter and reporting any suspicious activity to my father. There was no way that I wanted to get anywhere near Draco—I heard the rumours. He was known to be bratty, spoiled, and cowardly.

I had been right.

Of course, this all started back in Japan, when I had returned from the last day of my fourth year at Mahoutokoro. Saying goodbye to my classmates had been casual; we saw each other every year since we were seven. In such of a small school, everyone knew one another. It was a tight-knit community, despite being incredibly competitive.

That was when I realized that my father had returned and was standing behind closed curtains, hands clasped behind his back. When I entered our small Muggle apartment building, he turned and gave me a warm smile, pulling me into an embrace.

The details were sparingly written on a scrap of paper and quickly explained by my father. All that I understood was that He Who Must Not Be Named was had risen again, and that all Death Eaters were expected to follow his lead. There was a knot in my stomach as I imagined that word. Death Eaters. That was what we were, my parents and I.

I was told to pack my things and get ready to leave that night. With that, he disapparated, probably teleporting back to England, leaving me alone save for the lingering smell of his cologne. My mother helped me pack as I ran outside, blowing my silent wooden whistle I kept around my neck that only my petrel and stray dogs seemed to be able to hear.

Out of the sky, a giant storm petrel swooped downwards, its graceful grey wings maneuvering expertly. He landed in front of me, lowering its five foot tall frame in a bow.

"Kazehaya," I sniffled to the one creature I opened myself up to. I had received the bird from Mahoutokoro when I was only seven, and since then, he had been my mode of transportation to and from the school each morning and evening. More so, he had been a friend.

I had endearingly named him Kazehaya, meaning fast wind. "I'm not going to go to Mahou anymore," I explained to the bird, hoping that after all this time, he could understand me. "Take care of your new student. I'll miss you." After a moment, I added with a sad smile, "And don't tell anyone my secrets."

The bird cocked its head, blinked, then bowed again. I placed my hand on his soft head, then headed back inside.

Later, when I glanced out the window, I saw a dark speck in the sky, flying further and further away at the speed of a vicious gale.

♔

London was a blur. Following my father's instructions, I found myself in Diagon Alley, attempting to navigate through turbulent crowds. Soon, there was a heap of books in my arms in addition to a Eurasian eagle-owl that peered at me through its wire cage.

Eventually, I wound up at King's Cross Station, scrutinizing a single line on the scrap of paper.

"Board the Hogwarts Express from Platform 9¾."

I made a face at the elegant calligraphy, wondering how such a platform was possible. I wandered between platforms 9 and 10, trying to figure out how to get through. Looking down at the paper and back up, I fiddled with the wooden whistle around my neck. For some reason, when I had skimmed the instructions beforehand, I thought that the station would've been the easier part.

Then I saw it.

A blonde girl with a serene expression came dashing, no, skipping down the platform. Just as I thought she was going to crash into a barrier, she went through it. Bewildered, I checked the other side of the barrier to see if she had exited, but it was, instead, a solid brick wall.