Nearly 10 years later, Harry Potter's magical abilities were exhibited publicly, though at the time they may not have known what was happening.
This was the time that my magical skills appeared, too.
I was with my family at the time and we were on a visit to my mother's family (her sister and cousins). They, like us, lived in a mansion - style house. As we entered, my father muttered to me,"Make sure you are on your best behaviour and hopefully we will see you do some magic!"
"Yes, Father," I replied dutifully. I did behave, but I didn't think my magic would reveal itself here, of all places.
I walked around the halls and was astounded by the size of the place.
In fact, I was astounded by pretty much everything about the place.
"What do you think of our great home?" a voice asked, and a hand clamped down onto my shoulder.
I jumped and turned around. The person was Mr Lestrange, but his skin was a bright purple.
"Excuse me sir, I think someone has put a spell on you," I informed him, trying to stay calm.
"Hmm, yes. LUCIUS! Your boy put a spell on me!" he shouted back to where the other family members were.
"Draco! Did you really?" asked Father cheerfully, pulling out his wand and performing the counter-curse.
"Father, I didn't mean to! He touched me on the shoulder and I panicked and... that happened!"
"Oh that's wonderful, my boy!"
And that was how my magical ability showed up - when I turned my uncle purple.
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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...
