I walked over to Platform 9 and 3/4. This is it, I told myself. Today is the day you go to the school of your forefathers - and honour them or be disowned by them.
I walked straight through the wall, followed by my parents.
"Good luck, son - make sure you're in Slytherin!" my father called to me.
"Yes, make us proud, Draco!" called my mother.
I waved goodbye and then stepped onto the train. But before I could go through the door, my father ran over, dragging Crabbe and Goyle with them.
"Hullo," one mumbled.
"Hi," muttered the other.
"Remember, you are their superior!" called Mother as I stepped into the train.
I nodded frustratedly. "Am I going to have to put up with you for the next seven years?" I demanded.
Crabbe nodded. "We are here if you need us!"
What I wanted to say was that I was perfectly fine, thankyou very much, and that I needed them to go away.
But I was nice, and didn't say that.
All through the train ride, I wondered what the school would be like, exactly. I had no doubt that I would not enjoy it as much with these dumb lumps of anti-brain matter following me around.
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Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone - Draco Malfoy's Version
FanfictionJ.K. Rowling wrote Harry Potter's story - biased against Draco Malfoy. And this story does not belong to J.K. Rowling, or Harry Potter, or Hogwarts, or even us. This story belongs to Draco Malfoy. Disclaimer:The general plotline and all characters d...
