Two Worlds, One Life - A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Draco's mother's claw-like hand dug into his shoulder, carefully keeping him within arm's reach. Draco frowned, rolling his shoulder repeatedly. Narcissa Malfoy never let him go.

They were standing on Platform 9 3/4, watching the Hogwarts express and waiting for the driver to call all aboard. Draco wrinkled his nose at the other children. Even his fellow Slytherins, Crabbe and Goyle and Parkinson, were hugging their parents goodbye, whispering about how many letters they'd write. He doubted Goyle and Crabbe could even write their names.

The driver did finally call all aboard, and Draco stepped away from Narcissa pointedly and went to find a compartment. He couldn't help be glad that Goyle and Crabbe and Pansy were with him. It would be mortifying to sit alone.

After sticking their heads in multiple compartments with no success, Draco finally shoved open a door to one with one occupant.

A girl with dead eyes turned her face towards him, the corners of her lips turning down. Draco hated asking anyone for anything. He preferred to just take what he wanted. Still, this child might be a Slytherin, and he did not want to make enemies less than ten minutes into the school year.

"Hey, you. Can we sit here?"

The girl nodded wordlessly, turning her head away from him. She was looking out the window, watching the beautiful countryside float past. Her face was resting against the glass, her breath fogging up her reflection.

Draco watched her. She looked weird. Her hair was dark brown and reached her elbows, almost black. Her eyes were an electric blue that seemed to look grey.

Her clothes weren't the usual eleven year old girl's fashion choice. She was wearing a black hoodie under a dark blue denim jacket, jeans, and sneakers. She didn't look like a tomboy, or even like a badass. She just looked... sad.

It was her expression that honestly scared Draco the most. It was blank, totally unreadable. He had trouble figuring out people's emotions at the best of times, and not having a clue what she was thinking filled the small space with awkward silence.

"Draco Malfoy," he said, unable to sit there for any longer. She looked at him in surprise, but took his hand firmly. She never offered her name. 

"Who are you?"

"Lily. What's it to you?"

"What's your blood status?"

"I don't have one,"

"Of course you do. What were your parents? Magic, muggle, mudblood?"

"They're dead. It's just me."

Draco looked at her in shock. Dead? How?

Lily never elaborated, continuing to look out the window. She didn't see the picturesque views, though. No, Draco had a feeling that her mind was wandering, far away.

*

They lined up for the Sorting. Lucius and Narcissa had briefed Draco on the Sorting, assuring him that he would be in Slytherin. The hat had barely touched his head when it proved them right, and he joined his future classmates at the Slytherin table.

"Griffiths, Lily?" called Professor McGonagall. Lily emerged from the crowd, looking the same as any other child in her Hogwarts robes. She sat upon the stool for much longer than Draco, until the hat finally declared her a Ravenclaw. 

Ravenclaw. He had honestly been expecting her to be a Slytherin. She lacked the positivity the other houses possesed. 

Lily kept her head done during the feast, but he noted absently that unlike most depressed children, she never picked at her food. She ate everything that was on her plate, and second helpings, too.

Huh. Strange.

*

Draco had his first Potions class on Wednesday. He was looking forward to being a git to Potter, who he had already established as him enemy.

His father's voice echoed through his thoughts. "Draco , if you cannot be friends with Potter, then you will ridicule him. If you cannot persuade him to ally himself with the right  side, then make his life miserable."

Draco understood this. Lucius had told him about Snape, they had fought together under Voldemort during the First War. Snape taught Potions at Hogwarts, and Draco knew the professor loathed Gryffindors. He could get away with anything in Snape's class.

The classroom looked more crowded than any of his previous classes, almost all the seats were occupied. He recognized the green and silver robes of his classmates, and the lame-ass red and gold of the Gryffindors. However, he also saw a bunch of Ravenclaws sitting at the front of the class, whispering together.

A/N: I know that Slytherins had Potions with Gryffindors, but in this version, they will often have three houses together at a time, OK?

Draco immediately moved to the back of the class. There were four rows of eight desks, all joined. There was only one person in the back row. 

 I sat down next to Lily Griffiths. Pansy Parkinson sat on my other side, and the rest of the Slytherin mates filled the bench.

Lily didn't look at me. I hadn't thought about her in a couple of days, since the feast after the train ride. She looked better today, her hair had been brushed until it was straight, and her robes looked neat. She was quite pretty, really. 

She didn't seem to be listening when Snape explained the task, yet she rose to her feet and collected all the correct ingredients.

The class was put into groups of three. Pansy, Draco and Lily were placed together. Pansy scowled at Griffiths darkly, especially when she proved brilliant at Potions, though she hardly communicated at all.

"So, Griffiths," said Pansy coldly. "Who were your parents?"

Draco looked at Lily, curious to see how she would react to Parkinson's questions. She smiled thinly.

"I am not recognised by my parents, Parkinson. I am my own person." said Lily icily. "And I don't think blood status really matters anyway, do you?"

Pansy frowned. She really had no response. "So, a loner. Interesting,"

"Quite," Draco smiled, offering his hand to her once more. "We can use loners,"

Lily Griffiths barked a laugh. "No, thanks, Malfoy. Loner, not devout pureblood Death Eater. I've met your parents. You are not the sort of person I'd like to align myself with,"

"Hypocritical much? Weren't you just saying how we are not defined by our parents?"

"No, Malfoy. I am not defined by mine. You choose what path you choose, and right now I think you're following in your father's footsteps. Look me in the eye, and tell me you think Lucius Malfoy is wrong. About anything. I dare you."

And Draco met her eye, and he couldn't do it. Instead, he chose to question her past. "You've met my parents? How?"

"Wizengamot. I'd say they were lovely, but they were downright revolting,"

"What the hell were you doing at a Wizengamot?"

Lily avoided his eyes for the first time ever. "Trial," she muttered.

Then she bell rang and she was first out the door.