Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone: Draco Malfoy's Perspective

Draco's Morning to Diagon Alley

It was a bright summer morning on the 31st of August at Malfoy Manor. A young, 11 year-old boy, with a pale, pointed face lay fast asleep in his bed until he hears a banging noise and the door opens. The boy immediately wakes up with his heart beating fast. A young woman, probably in her 30's, with long, black hair and strips of blonde running down her braid, wearing a black dress with her wand in her hand, speaks. "Draco! You have slept in again! It's nearly 7am!". She opens the curtains with a flick of her wand. The brightness rushing to his eyes makes the boy blink uncontrollably for a few seconds. "Hurry up or you will miss breakfast and father won't be happy about that". The boy called Draco gets a nervous look on his face. "Yes, mother", he immediately says. The woman walks out of Draco's rather large bedroom and Draco gets out of bed to get dressed. He walks over to a large, black dresser with odd, unrecognizable symbols and engravings on either side. Laying below his bed is a trunk, half filled with clothes and a couple of books. Draco opens the first drawer and pulls on a rather expensive looking, tailor-made pants and a buttoned up shirt. He then goes over to the other side of the room and starts to brush his blonde hair while adding some hair gel. Before Draco leaves the room, he slips on some black dress shoes and heads down the large staircase. 

As he reaches the last step, he hears a yelp coming from the room to his right. He casually walks into the room to find his house-elf being slapped across the back and being yelled at by a tall man, with long, blonde hair, and a black walking stick with a silver serpent on the end. When the man sits down and he demands the house elf to go make some more eggs, he realizes his only son is sitting at the other end of the table. "DRACO! You are late once again! Have I not taught you enough about manners? Or shall I teach you more?". Draco takes a big gulp and nervously trembles to get words out of his mouth. The woman who had woken up Draco earlier, sits on the left side of the table, looking as nervous as Draco. "N-no father. I-i am v-very sorry. It won't happen again". Draco nervously bites his lip, hoping his father would forgive him. Instead, he decides to ignore Draco's response and continues to eat as the small elf returns with the eggs. "Took you long enough!", Draco's father says in a nasty tone. 

Everyone was silent for the rest of breakfast that morning. When the plates were empty, the elf returned to take the dishes. Draco's father was first to leave the table, knocking the poor elf down with his walking stick and the dishes all over the floor. He mumbles to the elf as he walks, "Clean it up". Draco's mother then turns to Draco as they both stand to leave the table. "Draco, finish your packing. We have a busy day tomorrow". With that said, Draco then runs upstairs excitedly to finish his packing. He was excited to go wherever he was going the next day. 

As night falls, Draco finally finishes packing his trunk, sighing as he drops his weight onto his bed. He falls asleep as quickly as anything with his mouth left open. His sleep didn't last long, however, as the curtains to his bedroom window have been opened again and the flash of light ran to his eyes, making him squint and look up to see who was there. He thought it was his mother, but this time, it was surprisingly his father. "Wake up, Draco", he said in a rude tone. The same thing as usual happened, just like every morning. After breakfast, however, to speed things up a bit, Draco's mother swished her wand an to Draco's delight, all of the dishes swooped up and floated away into the kitchen and left the table empty, and spotless as if they never ate. "Time to go, Draco, or we won't have enough time to get your things from Diagon Alley", Draco's mother said, as she started heading for the door. 'yes! I can't wait! I'm going to have so many friends at Hogwarts! I'll be popular!', Draco exclaimed in his mind. He had a big smile on his face, but it didn't look like the good kind. 

They then walked out of Malfoy Manor , with the small elf carrying Draco's trunk behind him. Mr. Malfoy stayed behind as he had to go to work. He works at the Ministry of Magic with the Minister for Magic. Draco didn't want his father to come that much, anyways. A small, black car was waiting in front of their gate with a man dressed in black robes in the drivers seat. The elf put the trunk in the backseat, bowed to Draco's mother and said, "Is there anything else I may do, Miss?". "No, that'll be all". With that, the elf walked back to the Manor with what looked like difficulty because of that heavy trunk that hurt the elf's arms and back. Draco sat in one of the back seats and demanded the driver to step on it. "Be patient, Draco. Diagon Alley isn't far". The drive that seemed like hours that was actually minutes, was almost silent. Thoughts were rushing through Draco's mind. The day has finally come! He was going to school! He was worried about one thing; which house he'll be sorted into. There are four; Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. A whole lot of the Malfoy's have been in Slytherin for centuries. If Draco was in any other house, but Slytherin, he would be a disgrace to the Malfoy's and could be in big trouble. He was interrupted with his thoughts when the driver pulled over and said, "We have reached, Mrs. Malfoy". Without responding to the driver, Draco hopped out of the car with his mother right behind him.