the perspective of draco malfoy

my first day at hogwarts

Finally this day has come. The day my father has been talking about and preparing me for since I was only young. Harry Potter and I will attend hogwarts school for witches and wizards. Without even meeting potter, I know every single detail about him and his life, but then again who other than muggles don't?

Sometimes it gets lonely being myself. Father isn't very nice to Dobby, our house elf. Sometimes Dobby is my friend and we have conversations. Father would be mad if he found out. To be honest I want my father to care about me like he does potter. Since I could speak all I've known about is Harry Potter "the boy who lived" and have been trained to introduce myself to him and be his friend so my father can gather any extra information. I wish father was so fascinated over me the way he is fascinated over Harry. Like big deal he survived an attack by he who should not be named when he was just an infant, I could have done that! What can I do to be glorified in my fathers eyes?

Oh well at least I'll have Crabbe and Goyle with me. Them two have been my friends since before I can remember. We all pretty much have a guaranteed spot in the Slytherin house considering our parents are all death-eaters and past slytherins. Father says I must be one when I grow too. Crabbe, Goyle and I thoroughly enjoy watching quidditch. I can't wait to see what the other wizards and and witches at hogwarts are like when playing. Maybe father can find a way to get me into the Slytherin team! That would be great!

Anyways, the time came my parents had sent me off to the platform 9 and 3/4- hogwarts express. Everyone had their own carriages seated with friends- old and new. Of course I was with Crabbe and Goyle. I was mainly focused on the mesmerising landscape out of my window as I am slouched with my chin sitting on my fist. I remain stuck in a deep thought about many things to do with my fear of the unknown. Soon enough I was disrupted by a girl with frizzy hair and noticeably large front teeth. She approaches our carriage with the following inquiry.
"Has anyone seen a toad anywhere? A boy named Neville's lost one!"
Crabbe and Goyle begin laughing at the girl while giving a rude snark and beginning to make rude remarks at her. I finally focused on the situation and replied
"Uh no- can't say I have"
The frizzy haired girl rolled her eyes and proceeded to inquire others about the whereabouts of a missing toad. Finally I was back to trapping myself in my own thoughts and rhetorical questions.
"Am I good enough to be a Malfoy?",
"Is my father ashamed of me?"
"What will it take for me to prove that I am a good boy?"
Many questions remained unanswered for a majority of the time and possibly forever. I was disturbed again as Crabbe throws a liver- flavoured jelly bean and hits me in the cheek.
"Come on Malfoy. Snap out of it, we're about to arrive"

We begin standing up and prepare to disembark from the train. From then we enter the school filled with magical paintings and unique infrastructure that makes you wonder the unfathomable history. I can't help but overhear colossal conversation fill the room whether it was whispering or pure wonder some. Many were shocked to see the infamous Harry Potter, I had prepared for this my whole life.

I push through a crowd and prepare myself for moment I have been trained for my whole life and I had no idea the consequences I would face if I messed this up. There he was, standing with a red-haired boy. Finally I found the courage to approach him accompanied by my two best friends. I face him and give off an introductory speech making his existence even more recognisable.
"So it's true, then. What they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."
Our other schoolmates face Harry in bewilderment
as I proceed to speak.
" This is Crabbe, and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy."
The red haired boy snorts in a way symbolising laughter as I turn to him to confront him for his act of disrespect.
"You think my name is funny do you? No need to ask for yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe. You must be a Weasley"
I turn back to Harry to finish my introduction.
"You'll soon find out that some Wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there"
I say this with a smile on my face and let out my hand as a symbol of friendship and agreement.
Potter replies
"I think I can tell the wrong sort for myself thanks"
I was embarrassed that he had declined my friendship. I didn't get enough time to think about it as we were called over by an old man named professor Dumbledore. He greets us and says.
"The sorting ceremony may now begin"
Professor McGonagall reads the names from a piece of parchment paper. The first name is called out.
"RONALD WEASLEY"
He was obviously nervous but it was obvious he would go to gryffindor because of all his siblings.
"GRYFFINDOR"
He heads to the gryffindor table.
"HERMOINE GRANGER"
I immediately recognised her as the girl with frizzy hair and large front teeth. The hat was showing indecisiveness when it came to her. It took approximately 4 and 1/2 minutes until it finally spurted out
"GRYFFINDOR"
Next it was my turn. I was still nervous even though I knew the outcome. As soon as the hat touched my head it yelled.
"SLYTHERIN"
Finally there was something to look forward to. Lastly there was Harry. I could see him begging the hat not to place him in slytherin. Finally after a conversation; a decision was made.
"GRYFFINDOR"
I can't wait for the feast to begin. I'm starving.