Hogwarts Juniors

Father thayth I have to go to some wretched Pre-Thchool. I know Mother ith making him though. Hathn't home thchooling done enough for me? Ith not my Englith refined? I'm a bloody four year old and I talk like thith! But Mother wanth for me to be thothiable. Thon of a brownie! Mother thayth I need to thtop thwearing, tho she hath me replathe them with food nameth. But Father thwearth all the time!

"Draco, it's time for breakfast!" thayth Mother from downthtairth in the kitchen. I see her in an apron. Holy Ho-Hoth! She didn't try to cook, did she? What did I do wrong thith time? "Draco darling, sit down and eat." I gulp. Father cometh down in hith black Death Eater robeth.

"Father! Mother tried to cook!" I thcream.

"Sweet Circe, what did you do wrong this time?" he athkth me, hith eyeth dilated in fear.

"Nothing! I thwear it!" I shout. And don't you DARE make fun of the way I talk! This is just a...thtage for me; Mother thayth it will go away onthe I thtart the Puberty Thtage.

"Oh God, we have to get out of here!" thayth my Father. He grabth me by the collar of my shirt and hurlth me into the fireplathe with him.

"I don't want to go to Pre-Thchool!" I know Father will underthtand, we communicate very well, I'm in a very thafe family environment.

"Shut your fucking mouth or I'll fucking feed you to the fucking dogs! So stop fucking complaining! Fuck!" he yellth. Then again, maybe not.

Thuddenly, we poof to thith really, colorful plathe, oh Gods the COLORTH! The pain! He rushes me to two big boyth. Really thtupid looking big boyth. "These are your friends!" Father thnarlth and rusheth off.

"Hello, I am Draco, what are your nameth?" I athk politely, holding out my hand to shake. They look at my hand, and then look at theirth. Ten minutes path by, tho I thay thomething elthe. "Um...Draaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaco," I thay. The taller one looked like he underthtood.

"Draaaaaaaaaaaaaco," he thayth thtupidly, pointing to himthelf.

"No, Draaaaco," I thay, then point my finger to mythelf.

"Oh," he thayth. He pointth to me then looks at hith friend. "Draaaaaaaaco." They laugh.

The other theeth a picture of a blatht-ended thkrewt. "Craaaaaaaaaaaaaaab," he thayth, thmiling. I look behind me.

"No, no, Draaaaaaco," I thay again, pointing to mythelf.

"Craaaaaaaabbe," the boy thayth again, pointing to the picture again.

"Fine, I'll call you Crabbe," I thay, fruthtrated. "And you?" I athk the other boy.

He turnth red, like he'th thtruggling. "GOY! Ulll..." he finisheth weakly.

"Okay, I'll call you Goyle." What are their nameth, anyway? But then I see a girl, and not jutht any girl. Her eyesth...they're like...FIRE. And the way she thtands, like ...FIRE. And her hair...ummm...I'd thay it's more a thinnamon-y ginger-ish color. And in pigtailth! Clathy!

I walk up to her. I'm about to thay thomething, and then run away. I'm four-yearth old! What am I thupposed to thay?

Tho I'm just thitting here with my friends until this redheaded boy cometh out of the blue with girl and boy...with a thcar! Great Chowder, it'th Harry Potter! I want hith autograph! Wait, no I don't he embodieth everything I thtand againtht! What do I do? Make fun of him! And the redheaded kid! And the girl! What do I make fun of them about? Hey the redheaded kid, he'th wearing torn clotheth, he'th poor! And the girl...she'th a Mudblood. How did I know that? Oh, well.

"What ith it, Weathley, come to beg for money, have you?" I ask. Hith fathe growth red. Potter standth in front of him.

"What ith it, Tharfathe?" The Mudblood openth her mouth.

"Thut it, Mudblood." She shrinkth back. I grin.

"Don't make fun of my friends, Malfoy," thayth Potter.

"And jutht what do you think you're going to do about it, Potter?"

"Harry!" thcreams a girl. It'th her! The FIRE girl! What is thhe doing with Potter? She clingth to hith arm. I see, she loveth him. Oh, my heart! Ow! It's hurtth like a...well it jutht hurtth. "Harry, are you okay?" she athkth him.

"Yeah, Ginny, I'm fine," he thayth back to her, he's trying to get her off of him arm. Ginny! What a beautiful name! But Potter doethn't love her. I have a chanthe! YIPPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Bithcuitth, did I really thay that?

Ginny glares at me. My heart...does weird thtuff but it hurtth. She thtickth out her tongue. What wath that for? But I will have her.

Oh, I will.