After some minutes of composing himself, Draco noticed the somber expression on the faces of his two mates. He told them it is just a nightmare but the skeptical expression on their faces say it all. But it was the best excuse he can give in the spur of the moment. It's not like he could tell them what he had experienced in his past life. They wouldn't believe it or worse he would be considered as a lunatic. No he must take this secret to his grave.
He don't know how this memory which he had occulded in the deepest recesses of his mind suddenly gets triggered. Maybe this castle, these corridors, windows everything remind him of that life changing war and that has stimulated this memory which is directly linked with that fateful day. He can never forget Martha's sacrifice, he can't forget the disgusting faces of those hypocrite Order members. Of course he hates pure blood bigotry but more than that he hates those two faced bastards. After all what's the difference between them? Both treat muggles as garbage and their lives worth as insects. The thing is Deatheaters are affront about it in the name of blood supremacy while the Order members are a hypocrite bunch doing the dirty work in the name of 'for greater good'. That day has teach him a very harsh reality; in front of absolute benefits, there are no friends or enemies which in his case should be revenge, right? For revenge on him, muggles can be sacrificed and they say they are on the light side fighting for muggles. Heh, he still remembered hearing how a lot of them have used muggles as a training dummy. After all how can children who do not even have a proper Defence against the Dark Arts teacher directly battled with war harden lunatics. Did they really think that scarface can make them proper duelists in such a half assed manner? Venting their stress on the muggle women is an added bonus. A few memory charms and * whoosh* who will know? That garbage philosophy of Dumbeldore is just a filmsy article to cover their true nature from the world and themselves. It is also an excellent way to soothe one's conscience. Forget it, that's not important. He has to speed up his plans. Maybe he can meet Martha again, in his previous life he has always wondered what it would be like to meet her in a different time and space. Maybe this time, he can even save her son and tell her about his 'world'. Thinking of this, he cracked a small smile to himself before his consciousness is drowned in darkness.
He woke up at his usual timing and go for a light sprint. It really felt weird seeing all the familiar buildings and garden intact. It felt like a lifetime ago that he felt this relaxed in this place. After the jogging session, he goes for breakfast. Theo and Blaise have already reserved a seat for him. Having the usual breakfast consisting of bacon, eggs (fried, poached or scrambled), served with a mug of coffee.
"Hey, look that's the kid."
"That's Draco Malfoy, isn't it?"
"Yeah, yesterday was crazy."
If he don't count those annoying murmurings and glances at him as if he is some sort of magical creature on display, everything is fine.
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There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other. For him though it is a different story as he has already deal with them for seven years.
The classes itself weren't any problem for Draco, Draco was very proficient in Potions and Herbology, as both go hand in hand. There was already a class for Herbology, taught by the dumpy little witch i.e. Professor Sprout. Draco won his house 20 points just on his first class as no other first-year students except Hermione and Neville could match him in knowledge, but in practicals, even both of them couldn't win as Draco was used to growing and taking care of these plants and Fungi for years now. As for astronomy, come on as someone who is a half Black and his name itself stem from a constellation, all this knowledge is basically hammered in him during his private lessons. Then came the most boring class of all, History of Magic, which was the only one taught by a ghost, Professor Binns. Professor Bins was a very old ghost, it was said that he died in the staff room as he fell asleep and the next morning Binns got up to teach leaving his body behind. A very creepy and scary story in the muggle world, but in the wizarding world it was just another day. Draco never liked this class previously and is not liking anytime soon owing to its instructor.
The other class was Charms, Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harry's name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. Draco rolled his eyes seeing the favor put in him, he is not going to underestimate him again seeing his small stature and childish antics. Charms wasn't a difficult subject for Draco, but since it was the first day the whole class was about the different uses of charms and they practiced waving their wand around. When some questions were asked, Draco and Hermione, took it as a challenge to see who can answer more question and how fast they could answer it, So in charms class both Draco and Hermione won 10 house-points for their house( he let her win to not break her self confidence).
The next class he really enjoyed was Transfiguration, not because he was good at it but because McGonagall showed the same expression to everyone. This was the type of person who Draco really respected, a person who is fair to all. Draco entered the class and sat next to Hermione who looked at him with an annoyed expression.
"What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to sit with you." Draco said making a sad face, "Am I not welcome because I am from Slytherin?"
"Hmph! Do you think I care about you being Slytherin, it is you who is annoying."
"Hey don't mind me then." Draco said smiling, "You know you look very cute when you look annoyed."
"Shut up! Idiot or I will kick you out." Hermione said hitting him with her books. Hermione was happy that Draco was sitting next to her even if she won't admit it, Due to her bossy tone she was having a hard time making friends not even her roommates talked to her properly. So with Draco keeping her company, she was very happy which he know and he is always open for a competitive companion. As for expecting more then friendship with her, he has no such agenda. His future is full of uncertainty and darkness and he is sure she would fall in love with Weasel in the coming years so his thinking towards her is genuine companionship but not all people think so.
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While they were having their own fun, Theo, Blaise, Pansy and Daphne were staring at them. Due to Pansy and Daphne being roommates they quickly became friends and both of them were staring at the duo's bickering.
"What is Draco doing with that Mud-blood?" Daphne asked with an annoyed expression. The upbringing she was raised in do not allow such things to happen.
"Hmph! who knows maybe that Mud-blood, used some dark magic to attract Draco." Snorted Pansy.
"It's love" said Theo from the side, "yeah, love at first sight" Blaise chimed in gaining a pissed off look from the girls. "It was a joke."
"But seriously, if you guys keep using the word 'Mud-Blood' Draco would probably start to hate you."
"You know him Pansy"
"Why?" Asked Daphne surprised, since they just became friends a couple of days ago, she still doesn't know much about Draco.
"It's his thing." Replied Pansy, "He is just too kind, he doesn't hate Mud.. Muggle-born."
"Isn't he the same as us?" Asked Daphne "Then what about you two."
"Us?" Theo said, "I just don't care to be honest, maybe because I was hanging out with Draco since I was very young, I was probably influenced by him. Besides Muggles are very interesting and Muggle-born Wizards are even more interesting since they can live both a muggle's life and wizards."
"As for me I just know how to read the mood" Blaise muttered.
"Interesting?" Daphne looked confused as she glanced at Draco's back.
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The bell rang and the class started, The teacher hadn't arrived yet so all of them were chattering with their friends, or they all thought so. But the cat on top of the desk didn't fool Draco at all.
"We should all be self-studying before the teacher arrives instead of being a chatterbox." Hermione said looking around.
"Oh! Who told you the teacher hasn't arrived yet?" Draco said looking at Hermione.
"What do you mean?" Asked Hermione with a confused look.
Draco didn't say anything and faced forward looking at the cat,
Hermione looked shocked, "Do you mean?"
Just as she spoke our savior and his lanky tall red-headed friend finally came in.
"We made it." Ron said, "Can you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late."
As soon he said that the cat in front of them suddenly transfigured into Professor McGonagall as she appeared in front of Ron's face. Everyone looked amazed except Draco.
"That was bloody brilliant." Said Ron with his face wide open.
"Oh! Thank you for the assessment, Mr. Weasley, perhaps it will be more useful if I transfigure you and Mr. Potter into a pocket watch." Professor McGonagall said sarcastically, "That way maybe one of you will be in time."
"We got lost." Said, Harry.
"Perhaps a Map, I trust you don't need one to find your seats," McGonagall said as she walked towards Draco.
"Mr. Malfoy, you were the only one who found that I was an animagus." McGonagall said shocking some people, "Can you tell me how?"
"There are only 7 known registered Animagi in the world, and I knew you were one of them." Draco replied casually.
"Very Well." Replied McGonagall not as impressed.
Draco shrugged his shoulders, he was here to learn and not to impress her, and even if he did want to, he couldn't come up with an excuse other than that for knowing that she is an animagus.
Soon she walked up in front of the class,
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts," she said. "Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned."
Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldn't wait to get started. Even Draco was impressed by her.
After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. Draco sighed and waved his wand around and started pouring dense mana into it, The match slowly turned into a golden needle with some designs on it, like his wand.
Professor McGonagall who was walking around looking at her student's work was surprised.
"Marvelous, Mr. Malfoy." She commented looking at the needle. "This is one of the finest work, I have seen a first year do." She said showing the class the needle.
"5 points to Slytherin."
Hermione looked at Draco's needle in frustration, "Need some help?" Draco said.
Hermione glared at him while continue to work on her match.
"Sigh! when you put magic into the match, can you feel it?" Draco said, "The magic transferring from your hand to your wand?"
Hermione looked at him and nodded.
"Good, now is the easier part. Since you are from a muggle school... your imagination and information on science are quite high I ȧssume, so put that into use."
Hermione nodded and started doing her own work.
Draco only gave her a hint as judging from her character, she wouldn't appreciate if he taught her everything. Her typical Gryffindor pride would not allow it.
Draco could only be considered fairly decent at transfiguration since he still couldn't transform things into living animals yet, every time he tries to do it he just falls into an existential crisis about how a non living thing could be transformed into a living breathing animal, Magic you might say but that still doesn't help since you need to understand the core of transfiguration to perform the magic itself, so every time Draco tries to perform a transfiguration spell he always somehow end of questioning, what is life? Previously he never paid any attention to the subject but now he thinks he has to fill as much as he can in his asernal. This is the subject which make that old man so powerful after all. Maybe he also has a talent in transfiguration which he hadn't discovered yet.
By the end of the lesson, only Hermione and Blaise had made any difference to their match to which the Professor complimented them.
The Next class was Defense Against the Dark, Quirrell's lessons turned out to be a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he'd met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they weren't sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban.
Draco was trying to hold his snicker back the whole time, 'Voldemort must be really desperate to get the stone.' He was wondering how he was doing inside the turban with this idiot running around, blabbing non-sense all day.
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Note:
Slytherin's 1st grade curriculum:
Transfiguration class + Gryffindor
Potions class + Gryffindor (official design)
Charms class + Ravenclaw
Herbology + Ravenclaw (Official Design)
Defence against the Dark Arts + Hufflepuff
Astronomy class + Ravenclaw
History of Magic + Ravenclaw
Flight Lesson + Gryffindor (official)