√Third person's pov.√
Harry Potter the one and only who survived, the golden boy. The chosen one.. This boy was just now getting out of the train that stood on the station, clouds of steam rising around it as Harry carried a bag and his hair a mess as always. Harry wasn't the only one in this school which meant that by the moments of trying to figure out his way to the entrance of the school found some familiar faces, some of them he found rather friendly while the others didn't. Draco Malfoy was just sitting with Blaze and pansy in the Slytherin common room, discussing what this year would be like..
"I dont wanna listen to those... Ugh peasants.."
"Hey Draco are you listening?" The girl with rather darker hair asked the boy with silver or almost white eyes. "Yes pansy I'm listening.. " The boy's voice seemed annoyed and distracted. The other male with darker skin asked the female of the group. " Do you think we should leave him alone..? " The asked one nodded their head and both of them left. He didn't even met the scarhead yet and his day was ruined. Thinking about this year he sighed and held his head while staring at his knees "these two are so fake I'm getting sick of them.. " He sighed and looked at the table in front of him which reminded him of one of the worst days of his life.. Or were they? The days he met Harry Potter the scarhead that got friends so quickly in no time but he.. He was there with fakers. He decided to do a little bit of a trap, he wanted to 'friendship' this Potter and then stab his back by taking all of his friends, fame and happiness he had. Little did he know Harry had some other thing, he also wanted to friendship Draco but because he actually wanted to start over and have peace. While all this was happening the first years were getting sorted out, these 4 people :Harry, pansy, blaze and Draco didn't attend since they arrived late and didn't have any time to unpack things and so they did as this time. Harry just looked around the room and wondered why he didn't have anyone that he could share his happiness with except his friends. Harry just wanted to scream his lungs out 'why ginny why!?' But he didn't. Draco sat down on his bed and looked at the ground, few streaks of hair falling into his face and covering his beautiful silver, almost white eyes.
