After Professor McGonagall sat down at the desk and stared at him for a few seconds, she organized her words and said, "Mr. Malfoy, you are the most gifted student in transfiguration I have ever seen. There are too many students in the same grade and I will not be able to give the attention you deserve. In order not to waste your potential, I want to invite you to join my Transfiguration Club."
"Transfiguration Club?" Draco looked puzzled. He never remembered such a club in his past life. All he remembered was the 'Duelling Club' that only appeared in the second grade, the 'Slug Club' from the sixth grade, the D.A. aka 'Dumbledore's Army' sponsored by the students. Maybe the transformation club is a similar club.
"This is a club I set up. Usually we meet once a week; there are some of your senior seniors who are excellent in transfiguration who will actively discuss, share their insights and research the content related to transfiguration. Of course, I also hope that you will join this club. It will be mutually beneficial for both you and your peers" Professor McGonagall explained.
After speaking Professor McGonagall pulled out a book from the shelf. It was a metamorphosis note when she was preparing for the OWL exam. It is filled with many personal tips and experiences that were not in the textbook. It is like the counterpart of 'Half blood Prince's' book for Potion. She gave it to Draco as she is very optimistic about him. She did not lie that he is her brightest student and looks forward to his future achievements in this field.
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"This is my honor Professor." Draco bowed respectfully and walked out of Professor McGonagall's office. He truly respected this instructor who treats all her students fairly. Maybe that's why there is no argument against her being the Headmaster while the Hogwarts at its worst in the previous timeline.
After explaining to his friends that there is nothing to be afraid of, Draco proceeded to eat dinner. He can see the scowling faces of Theo and Blaise who are sitting in front of him. When he turn around, he realised that they are in a staring match with Potter and Weasely. Not that he care, they will eventually come out of this childishness. Pansy is too busy latching on his arms while bragging about the earlier episode to Daphne. He actually feel flushed hearing such praises of himself on his face. Feeling a gaze on him, he raise his head to see Hermione watching him. When their eyes meet, he raised a brow. She gave a small smile in return and worded 'Sorry' silently. He shook his head. He feel pity for the girl to make apology for those two dunderheads. He doesn't know to feel lucky for the girl to find two best friends and her lover or lament the fact that she has to baby sit them for next seven years.
When he is going to sleep, he suddenly feel wistful. Sometimes he feel all alone in this world which is his 'own' and 'foreign' at the same time. He can't help but think what happened to 'his' world or can the golden trio live happily ever after. Apparently not if he count to the statement of that 'god'. Then what could happen to destroy the world and the 'Boy who lived' who had defeated the near immortal Voldemort twice. Well he is not qualified to think about it now, maybe later. But one thing he is sure that they have sure lived one hell of a life on their own terms, unlike him. He suddenly feel like he is forgetting something.
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Over the next few days nothing happened. Everything seemed normal except the article detailed a break-in that occurred on Harry's birthday at Gringotts. The vault that was broken into was number 713, the same vault Hagrid visited with Harry on their trip to Diagon Alley. Draco can see Harry frowning while reading the paper.
He has no time for such distractions. He is busy doing his own share of preparations. Every second Quirrell is in the castle is a reminder to him of the brewing storm in the coming years. Leaving the prying eyes of his housemates and friends is not easy especially Pansy. Adding fuel to the fire is that the whole Gryffindor house looked at him as if he had killed their dog except Hermione or Weasely twins if you exclude their pranks. Apparently being a child again is not easy as he thought.
He is busy deciphering some Ancient runes which he noticed have some similarity with the engravings in his mysterious wand coincidentally. He hoped to find a clue so to find its origin. As luck would have it, he is not proficient in runes, should have taken in the third year.
While he is busy doing this tedious task, he heard some giggling and chatting of girls. He closed his book and come out from behind the tree to see the ones responsible for his interruption. He is surprised to see the Patil twins. He don't remember their names due to not having much interaction with them. The thing he know about them is that one of them is from Gryffindor while the other one is from Ravenclaw.
While he is observing them, the girls also quickly notice him. When the three pair of eyes met each other, the scene become awkward. Draco decided to introduce himself to break this unnerving silence.
"Hi I am Malfoy, Draco Malfoy of Slytherin from 1st year. May I have the honor of knowing your good names?" He asked politely.
The girls also responded quickly.
"My name is Parvati Patil of Gryffindor from 1st year. This here is my younger sister...." the plait haired girl introduction is cut in by her twin.
"Padma Patil from Ravenclaw,1st year" The girl said in one breath. Seeing both of them looking at her, she hid behind her sister. Draco realised that they both are the replica of each other with those long back hair and cute face. Their brown skin is underlined by the silver necklaces with the letter "P" hanging from the chains around their necks.
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"So what is the star of Slytherin doing here all alone" Parvati said when her eyes caught the book in Draco's hand.
"Reading a book, huh?" Draco can feel no hostility in her tone. Her tone sounds almost playful. This is new for a Gryffindork.
"Well as you can see I am reading a book. And I mostly prefer reading alone without any yelling or clatter in the background which is too much in my house for my own good" Draco said tiredly.
"Are you boasting your popularity?" She asked thinking that he is always surrounded by people.
"Why do you think so?" He asked strangely.
"Um.. Your image is not the best in other houses, especially in my house" Parvati said trying not to be sound hurtful.
"Oh that one. You must have heard that Draco Malfoy is a self centered, pompous, arrogant git who is dying for Potter's attention, yeah?" Draco asked with a smile. When they don't answer and seeing their strange expression, his smile grew wider.
"Or maybe little Death eater?" He ask mockingly.
" But I don't th... no we don't think so, isn't that right, Parvati?" Padma said hastily.
"Of course it is mostly Weasely who is spouting nonsense with Thomas or maybe Wood too but not all of us think so" Parvati explained.
"Look your house do not have a glorious history along with the reputation your family have in the Wizarding society make you suspicious. But I can say you are not like them"
"I think slowly others will also see you in other light, for which who you are" Padma said encouragingly holding her fists.
Draco don't know whether to laugh or cry. How come a single introduction became him being console by two 11 year old girls. Well it does not feel bad.
"Look Patil I don't feel bothered by their behavior and back bitching. It is their issue if they have some problem with me, not mine as long as they don't trouble me"
"But thanks you know for believing me" He said cracking a smile.
"You know you can talk to us if you want" Parvati asked with some hope considering their house rivalry.
"Of course. I will be happy, so friends?" Draco said asking a handshake.
"" Friends""
After some chit-chat and a promise to meet again both of them wave goodbye to him. He also gather his stuff and begin to go down his dormitory. He realized that he have to remember the twins features if he want to distinguish them in the future.
The days are really good. He wish these good times to continue. Well the day is good until he had stepped on to a dungbomb. It take almost all of his effort to not take the putrid smell and hex the howling Weasely twins to oblivion. Maybe a knee- reversal hex will suffice. He cast the hex non verbally and swagger his way to dormitory. He now has to take a bath but the gratification of the twins pathetic state gives his mind a twisted pleasure.
'Not all twins are good' he realised.