Diagon Alley

Stepping through the Private Floo at Gringotts, Mother, Draco, and I collected some money from the greedy goblins and made our way to Madam Malkins. I grew excited because this was when Draco first met Harry Potter. When we reached the shop, Mother said she said pick us up when we were done being fitted. Draco was first and I stood far away from him, we haven't had much to talk about since our relationship fell apart. I look to the door and in walks Harry Potter. He was smaller than in the movies, he had green eyes and dark black hair so I guess this was Harry from the books. Other than that he looked just like the Daniel Radcliffe counterpart. I watched and snickered as Draco made an arse of himself, while Harry looked extremely uncomfortable.

She finished with Draco and he politely, for him, said goodbye to Harry. As he passed me he sneered and said he would wait outside. As I made my way over to Harry I smiled and said, "You know, I also think he's a pompous git."

Harry looked at me and was confused for a second before chuckling and said, "Yeah, he was wasn't he?"

We both chuckled and I introduced myself, "Ares Malfoy, the idiot who just left is my brother."

"Harry Potter." He said as he shook my hand. I pretended to be surprised and said, "You know you kind of famous right?"

Harry looked soured and replied, "Yeah, it's a bit annoying walking down the streets and people gawking at you like your some celebrity, I mean I'm just Harry."

"I don't really know how that feels but I imagine I will considering what people say about my family." I say in a defeated tone.

"What do they say about your family?" Harry asked looking confused.

"That we are all dark and me and my brother are future Death Eaters." I say.

Harry looked on with trepidation, "Isn't that what they call Voldemorts soldiers?"

I snort and say, "More like servants, but I don't want to be that way my Father was one even if he denies it now, and he's already turned my sweet younger brother into what you see now. I want to join Slytherin and realize my ambitions but all people will think is that I've gone dark the second I'm placed their."

Harry looked on concerned and I knew I'd played that right I want to soften his views on Slytherin and maybe try and be friends with him, but I don't know how his friendship with Ron will change that.

"Well I'd say do what you want and don't care what others think of you, as long as you know that what your doing is right," Harry said with conviction.

I laughed and said, "Thanks that helped a lot, so do you really not know about Quidditch." I said bringing up his earlier conversation with Draco. We laughed and talked for another 20 minutes and eventually said goodbye. I walked out to see Draco looking around bored before he saw me and sneered saying to hurry up because he wanted to ask Mother for a top of the line racing broom. Mother showed up after that and we all headed towards Ollivanders.

As we walked in the narrow and shabby shop, a tinkling bell rang and an old man with pale eyes stood their organizing the wands.

"Ah Madam Malfoy 9.7" Elm wood with a Rogarou hair core. Here to get your children wands I see." Ollivander said with a soft tone.

"Yes Mr. Ollivander the children need their wands for Hogawarts." Narcissa said in a drawing voice that she used with people other than who she cares for.

He went to work measuring me first and kept looking through his boxes for something. The first wand he gave me burned my hand. Wand after wand, they all didn't fit, I even think he tried to pawn Harry's wand off on me. Finally, he pulled a beautiful solid black wand out, "Aha, I think I've found something for you."

He but the black wand in my hand and instantly a connection formed. Even though I had been in this world for so long the feeling of magic following through you was really indescribable. Sparks flew from my wand and Ollivander looked very excited.

"That is an interesting choice young man. Ebony 13" with a curupira hair as it's core. It's quite an unyielding wand. Ebony is happiest in the hands of someone who has the courage to be themselves. In my experience the ebony wand's perfect match is one who holds fast to their beliefs, no matter what the external pressure, they will not be swayed lightly for their purpose. Curupira hair on the other hand is a usually unstable core that only works for powerful yet unpredictable wizards. I think we can expect great things from you Mr. Malfoy, great things indeed."

When he finished I glanced over at Mother, she looked worried but a proud gleam could be seen in her eyes. She obviously knows that I don't subscribe to the pureblood dogma Father spews and is worried how it will resolve between us. After that Draco got his wand, 10" long, made from hawthorn wood, and had a unicorn hair core. I asked Mother to get me a dragon skin wand holster and she agreed, Draco didn't seem to hear us and loudly told us to hurry up so he can see the brooms.

We finished gathering our things for school and returned home. I immediately returned to my room to practice the spells I had squirreled away. I focused mainly on feeling my magic flow through me as I had already studied all the theory on how to do the spells.

This went on for a couple of weeks and eventually it was time to go to school. In that time, my Occlumency progressed further helping my memory. When you master Occlumency it's said to grant you perfect recall and absolute control over your emotions, but that's a long ways away. I had been practicing for years and only have the basics down. I was able to reliably cast some basic spells like Rictumsempra and Stupefy, so that cheered me up. I was really proud to have mastered Bombarda as that took some sly thinking on how exactly to sneak out far enough in the back gardens to practice. Father never noticed the holes in the woods, he's much to prim and proper to roll around this deep in the woods. I also took time every day practicing drawing my wand from my holster into a basic dueling stance I read about. It's helped me become very fast with my wand and I'm quite proud of that.

We left that morning and arrived at platform 9 and 3/4. Father insisted that Crabbe and Goyle accompany us since they were Draco's little servants. After we boarded I immediately broke away from them and made my way to look at the people from the different compartments. I saw Susan Bones and Hannah Abbot, Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, and eventually found the car that held Harry and a red-headed child that could only be Ron Weasley.

As I entered I asked with a smile, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

Ron looked a little taken aback by my appearance and sneered afterwords, Harry smiled back and said, "Sure, you missed your brother."

Ron looked like Harry had stolen his food as I sighed as I sat down next to him and said, "What did the arse do now?"

Ron looked back at me with confusion, and I must admit it was funny watching him ping-pong back and forth between me and Harry.

"He basically called Ron the wrong sort of wizard, and kind of offered to help me find who would be the right sort. I told him I could do that myself thank you very much." Harry said as his face reddened with embarrassment since he told someone off.

I snickered and chimed in, "I bet he thinks Goyle and Crabbe would be some of the right sort. Those two wouldn't know they were wet if there standing in the ocean."

We all laughed at that even Ron as he started to relax a bit, but he still watched me suspiciously. We talked about quidditch and other things, when Ron said he would cast a spell on his rat. When he pulled him out I eyed the animagus carefully. While he may be able to fool people who didn't know what he was, his human expressions and reactions is what gave him away. As Ron cast the spell I chuckled at the absurd poem. He ears reddened as he heard me and scowled and said, "Well if you think you could do any better why don't you try!"

I thought for a minute of a spell I could use. Eventually I looked at the rat in Ron's hand and grinned wildly. I don't know if this would work on animals but it should work on people. Hopefully it doesn't require him to change back I would hate to screw up the plot. I aimed my wand at the rat and said,

"Tarantallegra!"

A purple spell hit the rat and he immediately started doing a little jig that was very funny considering his small body. Everyone laughed until a young bushy haired girl walked in.

"Oh are you doing magic. I can do it too." She said and pointed a wand at Harry's face and said, "Reparo."

Harry's glasses fix themselves quickly and he thanked the bushy haired girl.

"My names Hermione Granger. Have either you seen a toad? One of the boys lost him on the train." She said in a bossy tone.

"Uh no, you could try one of the prefects and see if they know a spell to help you find him." I suggested politely. She looked a bit taken aback that she hadn't thought of that and marched out of the compartment. We all looked at each other and shrugged. Eventually the train pulled to a stop and it was time to go see Hogwarts Castle.

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