[Discontinued] When Shadows Collide, The Game Begins

Chapter Twelve

"Where are we going to go first?" Harry asked McGonagall excitedly. 

"We'll start with your uniform. Madam Malkin's it right over there, but I think I might get a drink. I'm not the biggest fan of those carts," said McGonagall. Harry nodded and the witch walked off. Sherlock and John followed her, leaving Harry alone in the street. He smiled, the money bag heavy in his pocket as he raced over to the shop.

He pushed open the door, feeling slightly nervous. A small witch approached him and smiled. 

"Hogwarts, dear?" she asked. Harry nodded. "Got the lot here - another young man being fitted just now, in fact." 

She led Harry to the back of the shop where a blond boy with sharp, pale features was being fitted. He had swirling silver eyes that shone in the dim light. He was wearing long black robes that were pinned up in various places. Madam Malkin stood Harry up on a stool next to the boy, then pulled some robes over Harry's head, pinning them in various places. Harry was glad she hadn't told him to take off his hoodie.

He looked at the boy closely and did a quick deduction. Rich, proud, right-handed, and heavily influenced by his parents. Harry had a feeling there wasn't a single thought that went through his mind that someone else hadn't put there. 

"Hello," said Harry. "I'm Harry. Are you going to Hogwarts as well?" 

"Yes, I am. I'm Draco Malfoy. What's your last name?"

"Holmes," said Harry. Draco looked shocked.

"The magic in the Holmes family died out generations ago," said Draco.

"I'm adopted," said Harry. "My old family name is Potter." This made both Madam Malkin and Draco gasp. 

"You're Harry Potter?" said Draco incredulously. "Do you have the scar?" Harry nodded, really wanting to know why he was famous. 

"Yeah. Do you know why I'm famous?" Harry asked, knowing it was a stupid question, but needing the answer. Draco nodded.

"When you were a baby, there was this super dark wizard. He was the Dark Lord," Harry sniggered slightly, but Draco ignored him. "He killed hundreds of people, mainly muggles, then decided that he wanted to kill you and your family. He came to your house in the middle of the night and killed your parents, but when he tried to kill you, it backfired and the spell hit him instead. You ended his reign of terror. That's why you're famous. You're super cool."

"That is pretty cool. It's a shame I don't remember any of it, then again, the death of my birth parents doesn't seem like a fun thing to remember," said Harry. Draco nodded.

"You're all done, dear," said Madam Malkin to Draco. The boy hopped off the stool.

"Do you wanna hang out for the rest of the day?" asked Draco.

"Sure," replied Harry. 

A few minutes later the two boys were standing back on the street, their new robes wrapped up in paper. They ran around Diagon Alley, buying all their school stuff while avoiding Draco's parents. 

"I don't want them to drag me home," explained Draco when they ducked behind a piled of boxes to avoid the older Malfoys. "Where are your parents?" 

"They went back to the leaky cauldron," said Harry. Harry and Draco sat behind the crates for a long time, talking about their families and their lives. Draco was fascinated with every aspect of solving muggle crimes, and Harry wanted to know everything about the wizarding world.

"Maybe muggles aren't so bad," said Draco a long while later. Harry smiled at him, glad that his new friend was seeing sense. 

"Draco!" someone called. Draco sighed and stood up.