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Though both of my Harry Potter multi-chaptered stories have been about a romance between Draco and Harry, this story may not contain it, and if I do decide to include it, then it will be very gradual and not be mentioned very much. So, basically, you will most likely still enjoy the story, even if you don't like the pairing!

Though it may seem like it in this chapter, this story isn't a rewrite of the series, even though it will take you through the whole series. Some quotes from the books (or sometimes the films) will naturally appear, but I will be writing it differently so you don't think I am simply copying J.K Rowling's work. Where's the fun there?

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Is he the Enemy?

Chapter One - A Start of a New Life

Harry Potter was surprised at himself for how quickly he had accepted his new life. Not long ago, a large bearded man had gave him a letter, which inside, contained information about his acceptance into a magical school for witches and wizards. He himself was told by the man, named Hagrid, that he was a wizard. He had witnessed the man perform magic, and also witnessed other magical scenes in a magnificent place called Diagon Alley. He had never known that such a place was in London, nor was the pub called The Leaky Cauldron which he and Hagrid had to travel through. Discovering that he was actually famous in the Wizarding world was astonishing. Apparently, he had survived an evil curse which a dark wizard named Lord Voldemort (though it was feared to speak the name) had attempted on him, which gave him a lightning bolt scar on his forehead. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had also used the same spell which murdered his parents, though his horrid Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had told him that they died in a car crash, and that was how he had received the scar. Hagrid was furious with how Harry had never known about Lily and James' deaths, and also he didn't even have any knowledge of Hogwarts and even magic in general. His parents must have loved him very much, as they had left him a huge amount of galleons, the wizard currency, in the bank named Gringotts.

Harry was so happy. Though he learned the devastating truth about his parents, his life was about to change. He could finally get away from the awful family he had had to deal with since he was placed on their doorstep, and could hardly wait to start the magical education in the very near future.

He soon found himself in a shop named 'Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions', which was a place where Hagrid had told him he could get his new robes before the large man left to 'get a little something' for Harry. He entered the shop timidly, as he felt less confident without Hagrid by his side. There wasn't much reason to be nervous, however, as the woman in the store was bubbly and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, dear! I will be done with this boy soon, so I will be able to assist you then," she said, looking at a selection of materials by her side. Seemingly missing something, she exited the room, and Harry guessed she was going to look for whatever she needed. For the first time since he entered the shop, he peered over at the boy she was serving. He looked about Harry's age, with a pointed face and platinum-blonde hair brushed back into place. It was completely different to Harry's raven messy hair. The blonde looked back at Harry, who noticed that his eyes were grey.

"First year as well? Hogwarts?" he asked. His voice was emotionless. Harry nodded, unsure of whether to speak or not. "I thought so. What house do you reckon you'd be in?"

Harry shrugged, not wanting to say that he didn't actually know what the houses were in Hogwarts.

"I am obviously going to be in Slytherin… It's been the house of my family for generations," he said with a smirk. Harry didn't know if this was a bad thing or not, so didn't say anything. "I guess Ravenclaw would be okay… After all, I do have the intelligence… I don't like the thought of being in Gryffindor of course, though I guess it would be better than Hufflepuff!"

He laughed, amused at his own… Was it a joke? Harry didn't understand. What was so bad about Gryffindor and Hufflepuff? Were they evil houses? Harry smiled.

"I think I'd leave straight away if I was put in Hufflepuff. Father actually wanted me to go to Durmstrang, he said I would have had more potential there, but my mother didn't want me so far away from home. They've gone somewhere else right now; I'm meeting up with them after," he paused, looking at Harry. "Where are your parents?"

"My parents are dead," muttered Harry coldly.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," he said, though he didn't actually sound very apologetic. "One of the reasons he wanted me to go to Durmstrang is because they don't really let 'the other sort' in."

"'The other sort?'" Harry questioned.

"Oh, you know, muggleborns. Or mudbloods, I should say. People born with magic in a non-magic family. Half-bloods aren't as bad, I suppose… My godfather is a half-blood."

Harry did not like how this boy was talking about these other people. From what he knew, his mother was a muggleborn.

"My mother was a muggleborn," Harry said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, really? So you're a half-blood then. I'm a pureblood."

"How did I guess?" Harry muttered sarcastically. The blonde blinked, obviously finding Harry's reply unexpected.

"Sorry if I insulted you," he said suddenly. Harry looked at him, and was shocked at the change in his face. It was no longer emotionless, but now looked guilty. "I've just been taught growing up that it's wrong and everything, to be muggleborn…"

"Why would it be wrong?" Harry asked.

"I don't know. I've never known, really, I just went along with it because I want to make my father proud," he smiled slightly. "I've always wanted him to be proud of me."

"Why would your father be proud of you not liking a certain group of people?"

"I don't know," he said. "I've never thought of it that way. I'm glad I've had a chance to talk to someone my age about this."

The blonde suddenly reached out one pale hand.

"I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy," he said. Harry hesitated, before clasping Draco's hand with his tanned one.

"I'm Harry… Harry Potter." The blonde's eyes widened as they let go.

"Harry Potter? As in the Harry Potter?" he asked. Harry nodded, and a smile grew on Draco's face. "It's nice to meet you, Harry."

"Alright, dear, I just have to add this one little detail on your robes and then I'll be done!"

Both boys turned to Madam Malkin, who had re-entered the room. A few moments later, she was finished with Draco's robes. He handed her the galleons needed, and turned back to Harry, smiling.

"So, I guess I'll see you around," he said.

"Draco? Are you done here?" a voice called from the entrance. To Harry's surprise, the emotion on Draco's face vanished, and all that was left was the blank mask. He tilted his head slightly at Harry, before responding to the man at the door.

"Coming, father," he called, and just like that, he left. Harry only had a glimpse of a head of long blonde hair before they were gone.

"You were quite lucky there, mister." Harry turned back to Madam Malkin. "It's quite rare to get that young Draco to smile. I hardly ever manage it, myself. I am not one for making accusations, but I believe it must be the work of his parents."

Remembering what Draco had said about his upbringing of a hatred for muggleborns, Harry nodded in agreement.

After what seemed like years, it was finally the morning of the day Harry would take the school train, called the Hogwarts Express, to his new school. Strangely, his ticket said 'platform nine and three-quarters', but he was sure he would discover what that meant once he got to the King's Cross. Both Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia thought it was mad, but Vernon agreed to take him to London because they needed to take Dudley, Harry's cousin, to the hospital to remove a pig tail which Hagrid had given him. Harry was partly disappointed that he could not see the reaction of the staff when they saw the pig tail, but the situation only made his new discovery even more real. If this had not happened to Dudley, then Harry would be convinced that Hagrid breaking into their (temporary) house and the incredible trip to Diagon Alley would have just been a dream.

"Hurry up lad, we're going soon!" Uncle Vernon shouted through the cupboard's door, and Harry could hear his heavy footsteps walking back to the living room. For once, his uncle's voice did not anger Harry. He wouldn't be sleeping in this small and tight cupboard tonight. He would be sleeping in a room in a castle, in an enchanted school. He had never been so excited in his life.

Soon, the four of them were in Uncle Vernon's car, with Harry's trunk and owl named Hedwig in the boot. Harry was literally shaking with excitement by this point.

"You're doing the explanation when we get to the hospital, Petunia," Vernon said as he started to drive.

"What on Earth am I supposed to say?"

"I will be okay, won't I?" Dudley demanded, panicked.

"Of course you will be, Duddy-Kins." Petunia soothed in a sickly sweet voice. Harry had to hold in a laugh. Thank goodness he didn't have to come home until next summer.

It took too long for Harry's liking for them to arrive at the King's Cross Station, but they arrived there eventually. His family drove off without a proper goodbye once he got his things out from the boot of the car. He did not mind, though. It was no surprise for them not to show him that much love.

He made his way to the platform, pushing the trolley with his belongings on as he walked. He got a few funny looks from people passing by, most likely due to the owl in the bird cage, but he was so full of excitement that he did not mind at all. His smile turned into a slight frown, however, when all he saw was platforms nine and ten in the distance. Where was platform nine and three-quarters?

"Harry? Is that you?" a voice said from behind him. He turned around and smiled as he saw Draco, and a very elegant woman, heading his way.

"Oh, hey Draco."

"Mister Potter," the woman said, looking at him. She smiled and extended a hand. "Narcissa Malfoy." Harry took it and smiled back.

"Harry Potter."

"I know your name, of course," she said. "Draco told me about your meeting in Madam Malkin's. I just hope he isn't friends with you only because of your name."

"No, mother. I liked him before I knew his name," the look he gave her was one of knowing and understanding, though Harry decided not to question it. Perhaps they had already had this conversation.

"Well, that is good then."

"Um, excuse me, Mrs Malfoy? Where is platform nine and three-quarters?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you simply walk through the wall between platform nine and ten," she explained.

"Walk through?"

"There are some people going now," said Draco, pointing to a rather large family of redheads.

"It's the Weasleys," said Mrs Malfoy, a slight tone of distaste in her voice. "Your father doesn't want you mixing with those, Draco. Don't forget."

"I know, you've told me many times. But I still don't understand why."

"I've told you, Draco, Lucius does not get on with Arthur very well. You two better get going, it is almost eleven o'clock," she said, peering up at the clock.

"Aren't you coming with us, mother?" Draco asked.

"I best not. Not all of the parents… Well, get along with me. Come here," she said, and she hugged her son and kissed his cheek. "Stay safe, darling. I love you. See you at Christmas." She paused and turned to Harry. "It was nice to meet you, Mister Potter."

"It was nice to meet you too, Mrs Malfoy."

The mother nodded, stepped back, and gestured for the two boys to go.

"It's a good idea for you to run if you are nervous," were her final words before Harry ran through the brick wall. He had braced himself, thinking it might not let him through and he would simply hit into the bricks, but to his delight, he was somehow taken to a new platform. He gasped in amazement at the view of so many witches and wizards stepping onto a vibrant red train, waving goodbye to teary-eyed parents on the platform.

"Are you excited?" asked Draco, who was now besides him. Harry nodded.

"I have never been so excited before in my life," he replied. Draco laughed and nodded in agreement.

"I don't think I have either. Shall we go and find a carriage?"

"Yeah, come on."

After storing away their luggage, the two sat down on a comfy seat in one of the compartments. As soon as the train started moving, both of them looked at each other in excitement. A knock on the glass door made them both look up. A large boy, with an equally large boy behind him, stood there.

"You alright, Malfoy?" He said after he had opened it.

"Yes, I am, Goyle. Are you?"

"Yeah. Me and Vince have been looking for you."

"I'll join you and Crabbe later, okay? I think I saw the trolley lady go down that way."

"Really?" asked Goyle excitedly. "See you in a bit!" They both rushed off, slamming the door behind them. Draco sighed and grinned at Harry.

"Those two are rather annoying," Draco admitted.

"How do you know them?" Harry asked.

"My father is friends with their parents," Draco replied, though he didn't say anything more.

"Isn't it weird?" Harry said, deciding to change the subject. "How we're on our way to a whole school? Like, a magic school?"

"I wouldn't call it weird… Saying that, you grew up with muggles, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did. I've accidently performed magic before, but that's it. I didn't realise it was magic then," Harry explained.

"Just wait until you ride a broom!"

"Is it fun?"

"Of course it's fun! Father has been teaching me for years! I think I've gotten pretty good at it if I am honest. I want to make it onto the Quidditch team," he said. Harry looked at him, puzzled.

"What is Quidditch?" he asked.

"You'll love it! It's basically a game you play on broomsticks. It can be pretty dangerous, but that's just part of the fun, right?"

Another knock on the door distracted them from the subject of Quidditch. A ginger boy opened it, and looked at the pair of them embarrassed.

"Do you mind? Everywhere else is full."

"Not at all," said Harry, smiling and motioning for him to come in. Draco stayed silent.

"I'm Ron. Ron Weasley," the redhead said. Draco winced slightly, though Ron did not notice.

"I'm Harry. Harry Potter."

"Really? That's awesome!" he exclaimed. "I've heard loads about you."

"I suppose I am pretty well known around here," said Harry. Ron laughed and turned to Draco.

"What's your name? I recognise you from somewhere…" he asked.

"Draco… Draco Malfoy," Draco replied. Ron's smile faded.

"Oh… Really?"

"Yes, really," Draco replied coldly. He rose up from his seat besides Harry. "I suppose I better go. Crabbe and Goyle will be wondering where I am."

"That's a good idea," said Ron. Draco narrowed his eyes at the redhead, and made his leave. Harry would have stopped him, but no words came to him.

"You might want to stay away from that Malfoy," said Ron once he left.

"Why?"

"Because he comes from a dark family," he answered in a low voice.

"Huh?" Harry frowned, remembering how Mrs Malfoy didn't seem dark at all. Though he seemed arrogant at first, Draco certainly didn't seem dark. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, positive. They were some of the first people who came back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. They tried to make out they were bewitched. My dad said it was nonsense, said that they didn't need a reason to join his side," said Ron darkly. Harry shook his head in disbelief. Could it have been true?

"Anyway, enough of that. This is Scabbers," said Ron in a much more cheery voice, showing Harry a rat on his lap. "My older brothers Fred and George gave me a spell that can turn him yellow. Want to see?"

"Yeah!" said Harry, excited to see his first spell.

Ron cleared his throat and pulled out his wand, but a girl with bushy brunette hair grabbed his and Harry's attention. She stood in the open doorway to their compartment.

"Have you seen a toad anywhere?" she asked. Her tone sounded bossy and, if Harry was being fully honest, a little snobby. "Some boy named Neville has lost one."

She sighed, and peered over at the wand in Ron's hand. She stood up a little straighter, an interested look on her face.

"Oh, you're doing magic? Let's see what you can do!" she challenged. Suddenly keen to prove to this girl that he was able to do magic, Ron cleared his throat once more and pointed his wand at Scabbers. The girl looked at him, puzzled.

"Sunshine, daises, butter mellow, turn this stupid, fat rat yellow!" he waved his wand at the rat, but nothing happened and the rodent stayed asleep.

"Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? I seem to be capable enough. I'm a muggleborn, but I've been able to catch up fairly quickly. It was a surprise when I got my letter, but I've read all of our textbooks, of course. I'm Hermione Granger, by the way," she said, smiling slightly and revealing two fairly large front teeth.

"I'm Ron Weasley," said Ron. She nodded, and then looked at Harry.

"And you?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.

"I'm Harry Potter," he said. Her other eyebrow had rose up as well, and she blinked at him in astonishment.

"My goodness. I've learnt all about you, of course," she said. She rose up from her seat. "You both may want to change into your robes; I expect us to be arriving soon. I suppose I better go and help Neville search for his toad." Before she left, she looked back at Ron. "You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Just there," she added, rubbing the side of her own nose. Ron rubbed the indicated spot, his ears going slightly pink as she walked away.

"Blimey, I don't think I like that one very much!" Ron exclaimed once she was out of ear shot. "She does have a point, though. We better get changed into our robes."

Not very long after their change into their robes, the train was slowing down into a stop. They got up from the seats and exited the compartment, joining the bustle of excitable students.

"You alright, Ronnikins?" They both turned around, and looked up at a pair of redheaded twins.

"More than alright, Fred!" Ron exclaimed. Fred and his twin brother both laughed and cooed at what Harry suspected was their younger brother.

"Look at him, George. Isn't that adorable?"

"Very, Fred." The second twin turned to Harry. "Aw, Ronnikins has made a friend already! What's your name?"

"Harry Potter."

Fred and George both looked at each other, then back at Harry, looking fairly impressed.

"Well, isn't that something?" said Fred. Both he and his brother gestured to each other.

"We're Fred and George!" they announced simultaneously.

"Come on, you guys, let's just go!" Ron said, and they exited the train.

"C'mon, firs' years! Follow me! Mind yer step now, hey, is that yer toad?"

Harry smiled when he saw Hagrid again.

"Trevor!" a boy exclaimed, and he scooped up the toad the gigantic man was pointing at. Harry guessed that this was 'Neville'.

"Hey, Hagrid," Harry beamed up at him. Ron stared, his eyes wide open in astonishment.

"'Ello, Harry. C'mon, firs' years! To the boats!" he gestured for them to follow him.

"I forgot that first years ride on boats," murmured a voice from the right of Harry. The latter smiled at who it was; Draco was walking besides him, trying to not catch Ron's attention. Crabbe and Goyle were walking behind, seemingly oblivious to what was going on around them.

"We ride on boats?" Harry whispered back, and Draco nodded. Before Harry could say anything else to the blonde, they had arrived at the lake, where several boats were laid out on the water.

"No more'n four to a boat!" Hagrid called, though due to his incredible size, he needed one of the boats purely for himself. Ron quickly pulled Harry into one of the boats nearest to them, with Hermione and Neville soon to follow. The latter was clutching onto his toad protectively, seemingly worried that it would attempt to leap out of the boat any minute. Harry saw that Draco had got into a boat towards the side of them, and was sharing it with Crabbe, Goyle and a girl with short black hair. Harry looked away when her eyes met his. She didn't seem like the friendly type.

"Bloody hell, how amazing is this, Harry?" Ron asked with a wide grin as the little boats drifted down the water.

"It's very amazing," Harry agreed.

They soon arrived at a fort, where Hagrid watched the students exiting their boats, making sure they had all arrived safely. His eyes landed on Neville, who was still holding his toad close to him.

"Keep a hold of that toad, yer make sure of tha'," he said. With this, he raised one gigantic fist, and knocked three times on a huge and grand door.

Harry was extremely nervous as he and the other students walked down the Great Hall. Hundreds of eyes watched them from their seats at four different tables, which were each of the four houses. Just before they had to follow Professor McGonagall into the Hall, Ron had told Harry about how Slytherin was an 'evil' house, and how every bad witch or wizard who came to Hogwarts were in Slytherin. Harry knew that Voldemort must have been a Slytherin, and that put him off being in that house tremendously. It could have just been a stereotype, but Harry wasn't so sure. The Slytherin table did seem a bit more unpleasant than the other three tables, though perhaps it was due to his imagination after what Ron had told him about it.

Professor McGonagall had now placed a stool in front of Harry and the rest of the first-years. She then went on to place a pointed wizard's hat on the top of it, which after a few seconds of silence, opened a rip in its brim into the shape of a mouth. It went on to sing:

'Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindor's apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,

Where those are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Gryffindor,

If you've a ready mind, Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hand (though I have none)

For I'm a thinking cap!

Harry certainly wasn't expecting the hat to sing. Nevertheless, he burst into applause with the rest of the Great Hall.

"Oh, we only have to try on a hat!" Ron whispered to Harry. "I'm going to kill Fred; he was going on about wrestling a troll."

Harry smiled, but it was rather nervously. He wished he didn't have to try the hat on in front of the whole of the school. What if it had all been a mistake and the hat wouldn't be able to place him in a house? It was a ridiculous thought, even though it nagged at his brain. He thought less of it when Professor McGonagall stepped forward with a long roll of parchment in her hand.

"When I call your name, you will place the hat on your head and sit on the stool to be sorted," she announced. "Abbot, Hannah!"

A girl with blonde pigtails stumbled forward anxiously. The hat fell right down over her once she put it on. Harry sighed in relief; at least he didn't have to look at people's stares at him while the hat decided where he should go.

"HUFFLEPUFF!" he jumped when the hat shouted. Hannah quickly walked over to the Hufflepuff table, where the students clapped and cheered for her.

"Bones, Susan!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

Susan scuttled off to join Hannah at the Hufflepuff table.

"Boot, Terry!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

This time, the table second from the left clapped. Several Ravenclaws stood up to shake hands with Terry, and he sat down.

"Brocklehurst, Mandy!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"Brown, Lavender!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

The table on the far left cheered as the first year joined them.

"Bulstrode, Millicent!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

The first Slytherin to be sorted made her way to join the house. Now Harry was started to become nauseas with his high amount of nerves. What if he was put in Slytherin? Maybe Ron was right about it.

"Finch-Fletchley, Justin!"

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"Finnigan, Seamus!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"Granger, Hermione!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

Ron let out a groan as he watched the girl scurry over to the Gryffindor table.

"Malfoy, Draco!"

"SLYTHERIN!" the hat shouted after barely touching his head. Harry watched in disappointment as his friend joined the Slytherins. He didn't want to be in Slytherin, yet he wanted to be with Draco, his first friend in the Wizarding World, not including his friendship with Hagrid. He also wanted to be with Ron, who even though showed a clear hatred for Draco, was very kind to Harry. He was so lost in these thoughts that he was completely distracted until his own name was called.

"Potter, Harry!"

He gulped, and stepped forward. The whispers around the hall did not help relax his nerves.

"Potter? As in the Harry Potter?"

"I can't believe it's him!"

Luckily, he didn't have to continuing seeing the stares and the view of people craning to get a view of him like an animal in the zoo once the hat covered his eyes.

"Hmm…" a small voice said in his arm. "Difficult, very difficult… Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind, either. There's talent, oh my goodness, yes – and a nice thirst to prove yourself, now that's interesting… So where shall I put you?"

Harry didn't realise the hat could read his mind as he thought to himself:

What should I do? I really don't want to be in Slytherin, yet Draco is there… Slytherin is the last house I want to be in… I definitely don't want to be in Slytherin...

"Don't want to be in Slytherin, you say?" Harry winced. "Slytherin could help you on your way to greatness, but if you're sure, it better be… GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry was filled with a mixture of relief and disappointment. Once he sat down by his cheering house, the disappointment had almost disappeared. He could still be friends with Draco, right? Though when Harry saw the slight disappointment written on Draco's face, he felt guilty that he had chosen to not be in Slytherin. Was it selfish of him, to think more of himself than Draco? Would it affect their friendship?

That is all we have for this chapter! I am hoping to make the next one a lot longer.

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