Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this story, it belongs to the amazing J.K. Rowling.

Author's note: This is the first piece of writing I have ever done that wasn't for school, so I would really appreciate a review. I love constructive criticism!

Latest edit: 09/15/2015

Harry stood in Diagon Alley, green eyes darting from store to store. The dark and imposing Gringotts Bank loomed at the end of the alley, with its white, columned façade bearing an imposing message warning of the dangers of robbing the Goblin-run bank. Other stores included Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, which many wizarding families were going in and out of. Perhaps he could convince Hagrid to let him spend some of that gold in his vault on an ice cream. The Dursleys had often eaten delicious treats, always made by Harry, and forced him to watch while they ate the food he made but couldn't eat. He saw a store selling cauldrons, one selling broomsticks, another selling ingredients for potions, and the list went on.

Quickly, he smoothed his bangs down, not wanting anyone to see his lightning scar. It had gathered him enough attention in the past hour, and he didn't really want any more. Then, Harry walked into Madam Malkin's Robes for Every Occasions. Hagrid had gone for a drink, so he didn't quite know what to expect. He looked around in awe at all of the Wizarding robes. They had long dress robes of every color, from dark greens and blues to a garish bright pink robe that he didn't think anyone in their right mind would wear.

A voice startled him, pulling him out of thought.

"Going to Hogwarts, dear? There's another young man getting fitted. I'm Madam Malkin," said a smiling witch.

"Yes, I'm beginning my first year," he quickly replied.

"Muggle-born?"

"No, but I was raised with muggles. Both of my parents were killed by Voldemort."

"Oh, I'm so sorry sweetie. Well, I'm sure Hogwarts will be your second home."

She motioned him to step over to a corner of the store where a blond boy with a pale, pointed face was getting pinned by several witches. They stood in silence, with only the sounds of folding cloth and pinning of fabric interrupting the quiet.

Finally, the other boy spoke.

"Hogwarts as well, I assume?" he inquired.

"Yes"

"Muggle-born?" he asked again.

"No."

"Well, how come you've never been here before?"

"Well, my parents were killed by Voldemort, and I was sent to live with muggles. They despised magic and called me a freak, and if I ever showed accidental magic they would lock me in the cupboard for a week or so."

Harry wasn't really sure why he told the boy so much about himself, it was just so great to have someone who cared enough about you to ask questions.

"That sounds horrible! I can't believe you had to live with that for eleven years! No magic! I don't know how you could have done that!" he exclaimed, and stuck out his hand. "Malfoy. Nice to meet you."

"I'm Harry," he replied.

"Harry, as in The Harry? Harry Potter?" asked Draco.

"Yes, that's me. Although I don't know why anyone makes such a fuss about it, I don't remember it happening. All I remember is a blinding flash of green light, and then nothing. My next memory was with my awful aunt's family."

At the statement that he was Harry Potter, Draco's eyes widened.

"Draco, I've been asked for autographs all day, so if you ask me I'm going to have to say no," sighed Harry. "I hate being a celebrity for something I don't even remember."

"Oh no, I don't want your autograph," laughed Draco. "I've had enough of that Harry Potter business as well."

Harry sighed in relief. That was one fewer person to look at him in awe.

By this time, Madam Malkin was all done with their robes, and they left the shop.

Outside, two people stood, both tall and aristocratic and with platinum-blonde hair and dressed in what Harry thought looked like Wizarding finery.

"Mother, Father, this is Harry Potter," said Draco. "We met at Madam Malkin's. He doesn't know anything about the wizarding world because he was raised with muggles. Can I take him to Quality Quidditch Supplies?"

"Yes, run along, but don't be too slow, we need to get wands for you both," said Lucius. "It's nice to meet you at last, Mr. Potter."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. Thank you," said Harry politely.

Harry and Draco walked to look at the newest broom in the window, the Nimbus Two Thousand. There was a crowd of people around the shop, especially a large family of redheads who seemed to be making a huge fuss.

"Oh, look at who we happened upon. Weasleys. My father told me you can tell them because they have red hair, freckles, and more kids than they can afford."

At this, the youngest Weasley boy put his head up and glared at Draco.

"Oh, it's a Malfoy. And who's the boy next to you, a Junior Death eater like you?"

"No, actually, it's Harry Potter," replied Draco. "And you will hear from my father about calling my family as well as the Boy-Who-Lived Death Eaters."

"Harry Potter!" exclaimed Ron. "Why are you with someone that disgraces the name of a wizard like Draco?"

"I think I can tell who are the good and bad sort without your help, thank you Weasley," stated Harry, as he turned to walk into the quidditch shop with Draco.

Ron looked horrified at what he said. "Wait, Harry!"

Harry ignored Ron and walked into the Quality Quidditch Supplies, while he thought about the encounter.

"…and this one is the quaffle," Draco was saying. "There are three chasers on each team, and they try to hit the quaffles into the goal for ten points."

Later, they were walking out, and Harry was well-versed in quidditch. They talked and laughed while walking back to Madam Malkin's to meet Lucius and Narcissa.

Harry's bright green eyes glittered in anticipation at what was coming next.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, may we get our wands now?" Harry asked quickly.

Draco leaned next to Harry and whispered, "Since I grew up in a pureblood family, I've been tutored since I was eight years old. I've always used a family wand, and now I can finally get my own!"

"We were supposed to be tutored? I bet I'll be the worst one at Hogwarts, since everyone has done magic since they were able to walk. The few times I accidentally made anything happen, my aunt and uncle locked me in the cupboard and didn't give me food for days."

The three Malfoys gasped in unison.

"I cannot believe those filthy muggles, locking you up in a cupboard," snarled Lucius.

Narcissa put an arm on Lucius and whispered, "Remember where we are, dear."

Quickly, they regained composure, and slipped back into their highly trained look of indifference, as was expected of them.

Draco piped in, "And we had awful dance lessons! Every Saturday the lot of us had to learn the traditional dances and they made us hold hands with the girls."

I wish that was my greatest problem growing up, thought Harry. Outwardly, he laughed, not wanting to seem ungracious for the Malfoys allowing him to shop with them.

They stopped in front of a store with peeling white paint and a faded wooden sign that read 'Ollivander's: Makers of Fine Wands Since 63 B.C.E.'

Walking in, a small bell jingled, and an elderly-looking wizard with snow white hair walked over to them.

"Ah, Lucius Malfoy, Eighteen inches, Elm with a Dragon heartstring, the Malfoy family wand. I hope it has served you well. And Narcissa, Eleven inches, Elm with a dragon heartstring. But I suppose you are here for these two young wizards to get wands?"

Without waiting for a response, tape measures flew up to Draco and Harry, and Ollivander brought over several wands.

"Mr. Malfoy, you first. Let's begin with a wand similar to your parents', ten and a half inches, elm with a dragon heartstring."

As Draco's fingertips touched the wand, a jet of light shot out, causing the nearby lamp to explode. Ollivander quickly took the wand back and repaired the lamp. Many wands later, a ten inch wand made of hawthorn and unicorn hair let out a stream of golden sparks.

Draco's eyes lit up. His parents had always told him about getting a wand, and he finally had one of his own!

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Ollivander," he said.

"Ah, Mr. Potter, I expected I would be seeing you soon. It seems like only yesterday I was giving your parents their wands. Oh, was Lily Evans excited for her wand! Alas, they were taken too soon from this world. But it's never good to dwell on the past. Try this one, beechwood and dragon heartstring, nine inches. Nice and flexible."

Before Harry had even touched the wand, Ollivander had grabbed it back and handed him a maple and phoenix feather wand, which caused the lamp to shatter.

At that moment, the doorbell jingled and Hagrid walked in.

"Harry m'boy. Why did yeh go runnin' off on me? Yeh could have gotten lost!"

Hagrid glanced around the store, and his gaze settled on the Malfoy family.

"Harry, why are yeh with the likes of Malfoy?" Hagrid spat.

"Now, Hagrid, you can't be telling young Harry here who he can and can't associate with. From what I've heard, Ronald Weasley tried the same tactic. Come on now, Harry was just beginning to try out wands," said Lucius smoothly.

"Hagrid, the Malfoy family has been so kind to me, letting me shop with them and telling me all about the Wizarding world," replied Harry.

Ollivander frowned deeply at the ruckus that was beginning in the store, and he handed another wand to Harry, telling him, "Ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches, springy. Let's see how it works."

Hagrid glared fiercely at Lucius and Narcissa, but sat down in a red couch close to where Harry was standing.

After ten wands, Harry was starting to despair of ever finding one.

Finally, Ollivander spoke. "Tricky customer, eh? I wonder, why not, try this one, holly and phoenix feather, eleven inches, nice and supple."

Harry took the wand, and a stream of green and red sparks shot out from the wand. He knew that this was the wand that was meant for him.

"Well, well, how very curious," whispered Mr. Ollivander. "Very curious indeed."

"Excuse me, Mr. Ollivander, but what's curious?" inquired Harry.

"I remember ever wand I've ever sold, Mr. Potter. Every single one. And it so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather is your wand gave another feather – just one other. It is very curious indeed that you should be so destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar. The wand chooses the wizard, remember, after all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things – terrible, but great."

Harry gasped, and Lucius and Narcissa shared a significant glance. Hagrid looked absolutely horrified.

Harry and Draco gave Ollivander seven galleons each, and walked out of the store.

"Harry, we'd best be goin'" said Hagrid, with one final glare at the Malfoy family.

"Thank you so much, today has been the best day of my life," said Harry to Draco and his parents

"We'll meet you at Platform 9 ¾. Remember how to get through the barrier?" inquired Lucius.

"Yes, I walk into the bricks between Platforms nine and ten."

"Alright, see you soon!" said Draco.

"Well, Draco, I have a feeling we are going to be great friends."