chapter 2: We're Here

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Soon after, Draco and I woke up when we heard the train stop; we were here. We quickly composed ourselves, got our bags, and started making our way out the train.

Once we stepped out of the train, there was a giant man with a big beard waiting for us all to take us to Hogwarts, so then we followed him and on the way he introduced himself, Hagrid was his name, and so he then talked about how we're going to love Hogwarts, but then suddenly we made a stop at some boats but as I looked up on the other side of the river I was in awe of the big castle known as Hogwarts it looked simply breathtaking and I got even more curious of how it'll look up close and what else to expect from this magical place.

Hagrid then explained to us how there will be groups of 5 students on the boat, 4 first years, and a prefect or one of the older students to watch over us.

Draco and I went to a boat when 2 other boys joined us they introduced themselves as Crabbe and Goyle, so out of politeness we introduced ourselves as well but when they heard the name 'Draco Malfoy' they couldn't help but be at Draco's service in a second.

I got excited about how easily it was to make friends, so I eagerly told them mine, "I'm Atlas Black," but as soon as they heard my name, they asked, "Sirius Black's son?" And as a 11 year old I couldn't help but think I would be making new friends but also felt happy someone knew my father, so I eagerly said "yes" but as soon as that word came out of my mouth they turned their face and they were quiet the whole way.

Did I do something wrong? Did they think my father actually killed the Potters? They couldn't possibl. They couldn't think my father did such an awful thing. They should know the truth if they did think it.

"My father didn't kill the Potters. He was wrongfully accused."

I said, trying to get on their good side, but they simply sneered at me, and I turned to Draco for help, but he just simply looked away.

Soon after we got to the other side of the lake and we got off the boats and made our way up the stairs to get to the castle, Crabbe and Goyle on each of Draco's side while I walked behind them. Maybe I have to sound more convincing? Maybe Draco can put in a good word for me? They did like Draco and were instantly at his service when they heard the Malfoy name, Should I pretend to be a Malfoy? No, of course not. I'm proud of who I am, there's no need to change that.

Once we got to the top of the stairs to the entrance of the school I looked around at how big the school was, but then Draco started making his way to the front so I walked behind him, Crabbe and Goyle still following as well when suddenly he made a stop in front of a boy with black hair and round glasses and a ginger boy who looked very clumsy.

"It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts."

Draco told the black haired boy. Is that Harry Potter? Draco then continued, "This is Crabbe and Goyle, and I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy." I couldn't help but feel my stomach drop. Did Draco forget me already? Or is he embarrassed of who I am? No, he wouldn't be embarrassed, he never was, he couldn't possibly, but then I heard the ginger boy snort, uh oh. "Think my name is funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe... You must be a Weasley."

He told the ginger, but then he turned to Harry. "You'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don't want to make friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." He said as he held out a hand, but Harry simply ignored it and said,"I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks."

Draco won't be too happy about this I thought, when a teacher wearing green robes came and explained to us how we will enter the grand hall and will be sorted into one of four houses Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin.

I couldn't help but feel fear and I heard the houses, Lucius always told me that I better be put in Slytherin and not be like my 'idiot father' who was put in Gryffindor because if not he was going to throw me in the chambers and make my life a living hell. My thoughts were cut short when a strange boy yelled "Trevor" and threw himself on the floor to catch a toad.

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