Other Possibilities.

A/N: Hi, this is my first fan fiction. Please review to let me know what you think. I welcome constructive criticism as well as compliments and ideas on what you think the direction of the story should be. Also, I have used parts of J.K. Rowling's original stories and direct quotes. Obviously I do not own these and I am only using them to ensure the smoothness of the story. I also do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters, settings, objects, etc.

Chapter One - A New Acquaintance

Everything in the room screamed wealth and style, from the off white walls with their rich wooden skirting to the luxurious mahogany book case in the corner with the matching desk at the window. Even the eleven-year-old, platinum haired boy who sat at the desk, reading Quidditch through the Ages with its forest green leather cover and gold writing emblazoned on the cover, followed the trend. The boy himself was Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy family, as well as the largest fortune in Wizarding Britain, so he was quite content with this appearance. However the were some things that he as not happy about.

Draco's attempt to read the book wasn't going well, he'd read the page at least three times but nothing was sinking in. He didn't even see why he had to read the blasted thing, but his father insisted so it's not as if he had much choice in the matter. Yes, Draco loved Quidditch and he wanted to be on his house team when he went to school, but he still didn't see why he had to study the sport day in day out. He knew the rules and practiced whenever he could, wasn't that enough?

A sharp tap at the window, like stones being thrown against glass, broke Draco's reverie. His head snapped up to see a handsome tawny owl pecking at the window. The boy opened it allowing the owl to perch on the back of his chair and stick out its left leg, which had an envelope of yellowing parchment tied to it with a leather strip. Draco untied the letter, which was addressed in green ink:

Mr. Draco Malfoy

The Study

Third Floor

West Wing

Malfoy Manor


Turning over the letter showed a red wax seal with the Hogwarts crest, a lion, snake, badger and eagle in the four corners with the letter H in the middle, and underneath read the words Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus. His heart skipped a beat; he had finally received his acceptance letter for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This was the highlight of any young witch or wizards life. The letter was written in the same elegant writing and green in as the envelope. It read:


Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore

(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chief Warlock,

Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School

of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary

books and equipment.

Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31st.

Yours sincerely,

Minerva McGonnagall

Deputy Headmistress

If it wasn't unbefitting of a Malfoy to do so, then Draco would have jumped for joy, however he did have a broad grin spread across his face as he yelled, "Dobby!" A small house elf appeared in front of him with a deafening crack! The creature had large pointy ears, bulging green eyes and was wearing an extremely dirty, torn pillowcase.

"Tell father and mother my Hogwarts letter has arrived," the boy ordered, impervious to the elf's form.

"Yes Master, sir!" it squeaked in reply and disapparated with another loud crack.

Draco couldn't bare to return to studying Quidditch, when he was ready to burst with excitement, so he decided to go out for a fly instead, maybe he would be able to release a bit of his energy. After grabbing his newly released Nimbus 2000 broomstick he headed down to the private Malfoy Quidditch pitch from his rooms on the third floor of the west wing. Just as he had left the mansion Dobby appeared next to him as before.

"Master Malfoy, sir! Dobby told Lord and Lady Malfoy that master Malfoy received his Hogwarts letter, sir! Lady Malfoy has replied to the letter and said that she and Lord Malfoy will take master Malfoy to Diagon Alley on the 31st to buy his books and equipment, sir!"

"Thank you Dobby, that will be all," he answered after taking the information in. Dobby disapparated leaving Draco to continue with his flying.


Diagon Alley was a long, windy, cobbled street, with shops of all shapes and sizes packed together either side. Witches and wizards wearing cloaks and pointed hats rushed back and forth. The overall effect was very colourful, but chaotic.

At the back of Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions, on a stool, Draco Malfoy stood. He was wearing a black Hogwarts robe with the school crest on the left breast. Draco stood serenely whilst a young man pinned the robes to his size. A small tinkling from the bell above the door drew his attention to another boy entering the shop.

He appeared to be eleven years old like Draco but was very small and skinny for his age. Along with messy dark hair, Draco noticed that the boy was wearing clothes that were about three sizes too big for him and glasses, which were sell-o-taped together at the bridge. Draco was tempted to feel pity for the boy but as he didn't appreciate that particular emotion himself then he supposed that others didn't either, and so he refrained.

Madam Malkin brought the boy to the back o the shop and placed him on a stool next to Draco and began to pin a similar robe to fit him.

"Hi," Draco greeted; "I take it your going to Hogwarts as well?"

"Yes," said the boy.

"My mother and father are looking at books and a wand for me," drawled Draco, " Then I'm going to drag them to look at brooms. I can't wait to try out for my house team. Do you play Quidditch at all?"

"No," the boy replied, his face bland and expressionless.

A small frown crossed Draco's face; the dark haired boy wasn't very talkative. He looked around whilst thinking of another topic of conversation, his eyes stopped on a giant of a man stood outside the shop window. He had messy tangled black hair with a matching beard.

"I say! Look at the size of that man!" He exclaimed

"That's Hagrid," the boy stated happily, "He's the Keeper of Keys at Hogwarts."

"Oh yes! My father told me about him. How do you know him then?"

"Dumbledore sent him to give me my Hogwarts letter and to take me to buy my things for school."

"Oh. Where are your parents, then?"

The slight smile on the smaller boy's face quickly turned into a frown as soon as the question left Draco's lips.

"They're dead," he muttered tonelessly.

"Ah, right. I'm sorry," To him it seemed a pathetic thing to say, but there was little else that could be said to that answer. Draco looked the boy up and down; he noticed the sad look in the boy's brilliant emerald green eyes and then the thin scar on his forehead, shaped like a lightning bolt peeping thorough the strands of hair that fell across the boys eyes. Suddenly it dawned on him who this frail boy in front of him was.

"What did you say you name was?" Draco asked.

"I didn't."

"Well, I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy."

"Harry. Harry Potter," the dark haired boy replied.

Draco was unable to say anything else as Madam Malkin dismissed him, adding that the robes would be sent to his manor and the cost added to Lord Malfoy's bill.