Three years later Draco Malfoy found himself, once again, looking down the cobbled street of Diagon Alley. Not much had changed in the years that had passed; the street was still full of people doing their shopping, eating ice creams and talking to each other. A large cart was being pulled down the highstreet, by itself, with a man calling from it, "bertie botts every flavour beans, three packs for a sickle!" This man, who wore a violently bright multicolour robe, could hardly be heard over the occupants of the Magical Menagerie whose hooting, ribberting and miawing was occasionally deafened by a call of 'catch that cat' as something furry tried to dart out the shop door as another customer entered.
"Draco, what does it say on your list?"
Draco pulled a thick piece of parchment from his bag and opened it. He pulled out the second page and started to read. "I need robes, books, potion ingredients, a cauldron, telescope, scales, phials and a wand." he said, passing his father the piece of parchment from Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where Draco had recently been accepted. Since Draco had first performed magic on his eigth birthday he had continued to do so, strongly encouraged by his parents who had given him pocket money in proportion to how much magic he had performed that week. The time when he caused their house elf, Dobby, to come out in boils because he had brought Draco walm pumpkin juice, rather than cold, his parents had given him a whole twenty galleons. Therefore, when Draco had received a letter from Hogwarts offering him a place at their school his parents were not surprised and, after an argument about whether he should go there or some school further away called Durmstrang, had accepted the offer at once.
Lucius' treatment of Draco had changed massively over the last few years since he had first performed magic. Before his eight birthday Lucius had refused to let Draco see anyone his own age because he didn't want their parents to know that Lucius may have produced a squib. Once, Draco had asked if he could meet up with some muggle children, as they didn't know anything about magic so wouldn't look down on him for being a squib. Lucius had locked Draco in the cellar for a week after he suggested this, giving him a daily lecture about how no Malfoy was ever going to associate with a muggle and that if Draco was to ever show a sign of being a blood traitor again he was going to torture it out of him. Since Draco had showed signs of being a wizard, however, Lucius became one of the proudest parents around, although this was still completely dependent on Draco's behaviour. Lucius had hosted a celebration party for Draco where he had invited all the other people who he approved of: the Crabbe family, the Goyle family, the Nott family and the Parkinson family. Draco had closely become friends with Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe and was looking forward to meeting them in Diagon Alley that afternoon, after buying his school supplies.
"I think we need to split up," said Lucius, looking up from the piece of parchment. "I'll go to Flourish and Blotts to get the books, once i've gone to Knockturn alley to look for something, Draco head to Madame Malkin's robes for all occasions and get your robes and Narcissa head to Ollivanders and have a look at wands, i'll meet you there." He passed Draco a pile of coins before heading off to a nearby street.
"See you in ten minutes," Draco called to his mother before heading down the street and into the robe shop, the door clinked behind him.
"Hello dear," called a smiling witch from behind the counter, "are you wanting Hogwarts robes?"
"Yes," replied Draco, walking forward towards Madame Malkin.
"We have all you need here, and you're the only customer here at the moment so it will only take five minutes. If you stand on that stool," she pointed to a stool at the back of the shop, "I can get my assistant to measure you up."
Draco climbed up onto the stool and saw a tape measure fly towards him and start measuring his arms, legs, round his middle, his neck and pretty much everywhere else. A second witch, wearing the same mauve robes as Madam Malkin came forward and passed him a set of robes which he tried on. As she got out her pins to adjust the robes there was a chime and a boy entered the shop.
This boy, although obviously a similar age to Draco, looked as different as possible to Draco. While Draco's sleek platinum blond hair lay close to his head, the other boys dark black hair stood up messily; Draco's eyes were a pale grey whereas the boys bright green eyes shone from behind his glasses and whereas Draco had entered the shop in an immaculate cloak the boy had entered in an exceptionally oversized jumper and glasses held together by some substance Draco didn't recognise. Madame Malkin drew up a stool next to Draco and this boy stood on it.
"Hullo," said Draco to the boy, "Hogwarts too?"
"Yes," replied the black haired boy, who looked very nervous.
"My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said Draco, who still wasn't sure how to talk to people his own age since he had only had friends for a year or two and only ever saw them when his parents were around. "Then i'm going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don't see why first-years can't have their own. I think i'll bully father into getting me one and i'll smuggle it in somehow."
Draco paused for a second to see whether the boy was going to reply, he didn't so Draco decided the best way to start a conversation would be to just ask him something. "Have you got your own broom?"
"No," said the boy.
"Play Quidditch at all?" Draco asked him, he was starting to wonder whether this boy was perhaps a muggle-born as he didn't seem to know anything. He really hoped he wasn't as his father wouldn't want to hear he had been associating with mudbloods, he'd probably get locked in the cellar for the rest of the summer if he made friends with one.
"No," replied the boy, adding to Draco's suspicions.
"I do, " Draco added, "Father says it's a crime if i'm not picked to play for my house and I must say, I agree. Know what house you'll be in yet?"
Yet again the boy replied "no," Draco sighed inwardly, this conversation was getting tedius, the boy really didn't seem to know anything, he decided to give the boy the benefit of the doubt.
"well, no one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know i'll be in Slytherin, all our family have been- imagine being in Hufflepuff, I think i'd leave, wouldn't you?" Hufflepuff was one of the four houses of Hogwarts and was believed to be for idiots, Lucius had made it clear that Draco was to be in Slytherin in order to uphold the family honour. If he was put in Hufflepuff, or Gryffindor, Draco was sure that his father would not think twice about dishoning him.
"Mmm," replied the boy, testing Draco's patience. He wondered how he could get the boy to talk, Draco had to become friends with him in case the boy was in Slytherin as well. Glancing around for something to start a new conversation with he looked out the window and saw the biggest person he had ever seen. His face, which stood at twice the height of a normal person, was covered in long shaggy hair and he wore an unkept brown moleskin coat, quite unlike the neat cloak Draco himself usually wore.
"I say, look at that man," he said to the boy feeling that, at last, the boy had to join in the conversation.
"That's Hagrid, he works at Hogwarts," the boy replied. Draco had heard about Hagrid from his father, who hadn't liked him.
"Oh, i've heard of him. He's a sort of servent, isn't he?"
"He's the gamekeeper," the boy replied.
"Yes, exactly. I heard he's a sort of savage- lives in a hut in the school grounds and every now and then gets drunk, tries to do magic and ends up setting fire to the bed" said Draco, repeating his father's views of Hagrid to the boy. Draco had always been under the impression that Hagrid had never left Hogwarts because he wasn't capable of looking after himself in the real world and they needed to keep an eye on him.
"I think he's brilliant."
Draco looked at the boy shocked and noticed that he was looking at him with a look of dislike. He assumed that the boy must have come shopping with Hagrid, surely that means he must be a muggle-born he thought to himself. Draco no longer cared what the boy thought of him, his father had been clear that he was only to make friends with purebloods and respectable half bloods. He sneered at the boy, "do you, why is he with you, where are your parents?"
"They're dead," the boy replied and Draco felt slightly uneasy about having sneered at him.
"Oh, sorry," Draco replied, his voice not sounding sorry as he was fighting to prevent himself from asking the next question. "But they were our kind, weren't they?"
"They were witch and wizard, if that's what you mean."
"I really don't think they should let the other sort in, do you? They're just not the same, they've never been brought up to know our ways. Some of them have never even heard of hogwarts until they get the letter, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families." Draco looked into the boys face to gadge his reaction, he may not be muggle born but Draco still needed to rule him out as a blood traitor before he decided to be friends with him, his father had been clear about that. He saw that the boys face had fell and a thought suddenly hit Draco. This boy was the son of a witch and wizard who must have died a while ago as he didn't remember them; he was obviously brought up by muggles otherwise he would at least know what quidditich was. Draco glanced at the boys forehead looking for a lightening shaped scar but all he could seen was a lot of untidy black hair.
"What's your surname, anyway?" he asked the boy but the boy never had time to answer as Madam Malkin came over just then and told Draco that he was done.
"Well i'll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose," Draco said to the boy and went to the counter to pay for his robes. He walked out the shop, sidled past the man called Hagrid and glanced through the window at the boy he assumed to be Harry Potter.