Chapter Eight
September 1, 1991
Harry saw the train lady.
'I'll have some food, please'.
He got all kinds of things to stave off his ravenous hunger. The Dursleys didn't care about him; they cared about themselves, not him. Harry was smiling at Hermoine, as another boy appeared. He had red hair, and brown eyes. 'Ron Weasley', he said. 'Hermoine Granger. This is Harry Potter'. Ron Weasley nodded. 'I am one of the last Weasleys to go to Hogwarts, after Fred and George, as well as Percy. Charlie is in Romania studying dragons, after he spent seven years at the castle. I...'. Just then three sinister looking wizards appeared.
'I heard that there was Harry Potter here. I'm Draco Malfoy. This is Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle', he said.
'I don't think we've met', Harry said.
'No; no. I don't suppose so. But, in the end, there's the news that you're going to Hogwarts', Draco smirked.
'I'm sure that you're not going to cause trouble', Ron Weasley said.
'Not another Weasley wizard. You're poor; you're not worthy of going to Hogwarts. Potter, you'll be glad to know I am going to show you how Slytherin house wizards do, under Professor Severus Snape. All of my family are Slytherins'.
'I'll decide which house I am in', Harry said. 327Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyr9MnachA7
'Suit yourself. Goyle, Crabbe, let's go', Draco said.
As they left, Hermoine shivered.
'He is the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. They're Death Eaters. Draco's father works as the Head of Governors for Cornelius Fudge at the Ministry for Magic', she said.
'I hope we don't see them', Harry said.
But he was sadly wrong.
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