Draco's Demons

Hogwarts Express

It turned out that Draco's father did not let him buy a new broom. Draco was devastated because the new Nimbus two thousand had come out and this broom was a much better quality than his own Comet Two sixty and he knew it. It would be a disgrace if someone else at Hogwarts had bought the broom and he was not the first one. However, he swallowed his pride. He was not going to upset his father.

September, the first arrived with all the pomp of a Quidditch team. It was a bright sunny day with no cloud in sight. Draco's trunk was packed and ready to leave. It sat in the entrance hall of the Manor and was waiting for its owner to join it.

Draco was in his room. Nerves had gotten the better of him and he was unusually scared. The blonde haired boy had the reputation of his father and his name to keep and it was a large burden for an eleven year old kid. His mother came in to his room and soundlessly gave him a hug.

"It's a new place with new people... But you'll have fun. Trust me." His mother's whispered comfort was enough to give Draco courage. He straightened his clothes and smoothed back his hair. He was ready to leave for Hogwarts.

They travelled to King's Cross station in their car. Both his parents knew how to dress in proper muggle clothes. They had a sizable amount of wealth in muggle money as well. Draco knew it was important to be able to hide from the muggles. They arrived at Platform Nine and Three quarters by passing through the wall between Platform Nine and Platform Ten. The trunk was on a trolley and Dobby was pushing it. He tugged it and secured it into a compartment before vanishing away. Draco said a quick goodbye to his parents before wandering of towards the train. He soon found the people he was looking for.

"Hello Crabbe and you Goyle." Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were part of two pureblood families. They were family friends of the Malfoys and Draco had seen them a few times in his childhood. Truthfully, he would have preferred to have more intelligent friends. Crabbe and Goyle were stupid was an understatement. Nevertheless, Draco knew they would be useful in a fight because of their brute strength. After the two thickset boys nodded to Draco in response, the three first years made their way to the compartment where Draco's trunk was kept.

The first part of the journey passed on without incident. Draco was chewing a stick of Droobles Best Blowing Gum, when Crabbe who had gone to use the bathroom returned with information.

"Draco" he said in his deep grunt. "They're saying all over that... That Harry Potter -" However, Crabbe hadn't finished when Draco interrupted him.

"Harry Potter?" He asked. The excitement almost resulted in a swallowed gum. He hastily spit it out then continued. "What about him?"

"Everyone's saying that he's on the train, in one of the compartments."

"Do you know which compartment?"

"Yes."

Draco's mind was running. His father had told him to make friends with powerful people. His father had a lot of contacts with important people like the Minister of Magic himself. So, wasn't Harry Potter an important person to be friends with? Even if he wasn't, Draco was intrigued to meet the person who had vanquished the Dark Lord. Thus, coming to a decision, he headed to the compartment with Crabbe and Goyle in tow.

As they entered the compartment, Draco noticed two boys. One had flaming red hair and a lot of freckles and a smudge on his nose. These and his fraying jeans were enough to tell Draco that this boy was a Weasley. The other boy had untidy black hair and cello-taped glasses. Draco remembered the boy form Madam Malkin's Robe shop. He realised now, that he must be Harry Potter and that had been why he was with that large man Hagrid. The boy had said that his parents were dead.

"Is it true?" Draco asked the two of them "They're saying all down the train that Harry Potter's in this compartment. So it's you then, is it?"

"Yes" said the black-haired boy while eyeing Crabbe and Goyle.

"Oh, this is Crabbe and Goyle. And my name is Malfoy, Draco Malfoy."

The redhead sniggered at the mention of Draco's name but hid it with a cough.

"Think my names funny do you?" Draco sneered at him. "No need to ask who you are. My father told me that all Weasleys have red hair, freckles, and more children than they can afford." Draco turned away from the Weasley and back to Harry Potter. The redhead was not worth his attention.

"You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." Draco said and held his hand out to shake the others. But for once in his short life, Draco was turned down. Potter did not take his token of friendship.

"I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." He said instead.

"I'd be careful if I were you, Potter." Draco said slowly as he was quite angry at the nerve this skinny boy had. "Unless you're a bit politer you'll go the same way as your parents. They didn't know what was good for them either. You hang around with riff-raff like the Weaselys and that Hagrid and it'll rub off on you."

Both of the boys stood up at this, while Draco smirked. It was so easy to infuriate them.

"Say that again."

"Oh, you're going to fight us are you?" Draco sneered.

"Unless you get out now"

"But we don't feel like leaving do we, boys? We've eaten all our food and you still seem to have some." Strictly speaking this was not true but Draco was not going to just leave people who had humiliated him.

Goyle reached towards the Chocolate Frogs next to Weasely, while Weasely leaped forward. But, the boy's fingers had not touched Goyle before he had started screaming. A filthy rat was hanging onto Goyle's fingers, its sharp teeth sunk deep in. Draco backed away, Crabbe with him as Goyle swung his fingers round and round until the rat came away. Then the three of them fled because Draco did not want to be in a compartment filled with rats among the sweets.

As he exited, he passed a girl with a lot of bushy hair and slightly large front teeth. She had a bossy expression on her face. She entered the compartment he had just vacated and he heard her say, 'What's going on in here?' before the door shut out any further conversations. Draco had gone into that compartment with the intention of making friends but he had come out after having formed a firm animosity.

A/N: Hi guys!! It's the second chapter out and I must say that i'm having a lot of fun... :) I've received a a few comments saying that the story wasn't very clear. If this is true, please contact me and I will explain or edit my story as required.

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