Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps

CHAPTER ONE

Harry Potter was standing in the middle of King's Cross station, amazingly bewildered. He stared at his ticket in confusion, then back up at the employee who had just scolded him for asking where his platform was. Ever since Hagrid had left him there without a trace, he had been rather worried. If he didn't find out where platform nine and three quarters was soon, he'd miss his train!

He was about to just give up when he heard a voice snap, “Damn muggles. Hurry up Draco, you wouldn't want to be late for your first day at Hogwarts!”

Harry frantically looked up and spotted the man who had just spoken. He was middle aged, with silvery blonde hair and piercing eyes. His son was trailing along behind him, looking almost identical to him—and unusually handsome. Even his exhausted and disgruntled expression looked like it was just out of a muggle fashion magazine.

Not wanting to waste precious time, Harry ran up to him. “Excuse me, but are you headed for . . . platform nine and three quarters?”

The boy ((who Harry assumed was “Draco”)) glanced over Harry's shoulder, spotter his owl—which proved to him that Harry was a wizard too—and nodded. “Yes, I am . . . what's it to you?” Draco asked smugly.

Harry looked sideways nervously. “Errrr . . . do you, ummm, think you could tell me how to . . .”

Draco raised a perfectly arched eyebrow. “Possibly. . . but shouldn't your parents be telling you how to get there?” he asked, trying to weasel out of this stranger if he was a pureblood or not.

Harry looked down, and bit his lip. He finally managed to mutter, “They . . . aren't around anymore. Killed by a man—Voldemort I think was his name—left me this scar . . .”

Harry brushed his bangs back, revealing a lightning-shaped scar on the side of his forehead. When he looked at Draco's expression, he couldn't possibly contain a chuckle. Draco's eyes were looking rather large, and his mouth hung open slightly in shock. One of his eyebrows was cocked slightly, and his already pale cheeks muted themselves even more.

“Harry Potter! Wow! I'm Malfoy- Draco Malfoy.” He offered Harry his hand.

Harry gladly shook it. “Great to meet you! So, is this—errr—platform nine and three quarters?”

Draco nodded. “Well, this is how you get through . . . just walk—rather quickly, to play on the safe side—through this wall. Don't be afraid, or the wall will get the best of you. Follow after me, okay?”

Harry nodded, and watched Draco as he quickly walked through the brick wall. Harry's eyes widened, but we blindly followed- having faith after seeing his new friend complete the task first. If either of them would have looked back after they had entered platform nine and three quarters, they would have seen a very pale, angry looking Lucius Malfoy briskly walking towards the barrier, not looking amused. At all.

Draco and Harry searched the train corridors after a brief goodbye to Draco's father for a nice looking empty compartment. After finding one, the two boys sat down and made themselves comfortable.

“So, would you like to know about Hogwarts?” Draco asked, smiling.

“Yes, that would be great!” Harry replied, still rather dazed about the whole thing.

Draco laughed softly. “Alright then. I guess I should begin with the four wizarding houses. . .”

Draco talked to Harry for several minutes before two rather large individuals entered the compartment, introducing themselves as Crabbe and Goyle. When Harry introduced himself, they too had an amazed expression on their faces. The four chatted the entire ride to the castle, stopping occasionally as the sweets car came by. Harry was actually starting to feel confident that he was going to fit in. School hadn't even started yet, and he already had three new friends!

As they neared the castle, a girl with light brown frizzy hair and buck teeth stuck her head into their compartment. “Just warning you,” she said, “That the train will be stopping soon, you might want to change into your robes.” Her eyes looked at Harry, then flicked upward towards his scar. “Cripes, you're Harry Potter!”

Harry's ears turned pink as he nodded and mumbled a brief “Hello.”

“Well, I've got to get going, see you all inside!” She stuck her head back out into the hallway, and Harry's three companions immediately burst out into laughter.

“Stupid Granger. She's certainly not attractive, eh?” Draco snickered. Harry decided not to answer this question—personally, he'd fancied the girl's eyes. “Well, we best change though. Almost there!”

The four boys smiled in anticipation of their new year, and quickly got out their robes.