Five-year-old Harry sat in between Hermione and Ron, Ginny on Ron’s other side. They were sitting down for snack time at the Day Care, and for the first time, Harry’s cousin, Dudley, was here as well. He was sitting on a table at the far end. When Harry looked over, he not only saw his cousin at that table, but another little blonde boy. This one was a lot skinnier than his cousin (like everyone else in the Day Care), and had cold, gray eyes. That boy over there scared Harry, so he looked back to his friends, and to his plate. Applesauce and butter toast. Not really his favorite, but better than the stuff he got at home.
“Hermy?” He asked, looking at his friend.
“Ya?” She said, eating her applesauce with the greatest of pleasure.
“Do you know who dat is?” He pointed to the blonde boy.
“Um… I’m not sure. He doesn’t talk much to anybody but his friends. He likes a make fun a people, though.” She shrugged.
After they were done with their snacks, the four were ushered by the adults (or screws, as they called them. No one knew why, though) into the playroom. There were a whole bunch of kids, and Harry couldn’t find his cousin, or that one boy, anywhere. He sighed in relief. At least they might not find him in such a big place. The four of them moved along the sea of kids.
It was hard to pass through. There were too many people, and you couldn’t help but bump into some people along the way. Wincing as someone banged painfully into his shoulder, Harry asked, “Hermy, where are we going?”
“We’re trying a find a place that’s not crowded.” She answered.
“Ya, this stinks.” Ginny said as another kid stepped on her foot.
Harry nodded. A few seconds later, he was on the ground; it seemed he’d collided with another kid. He sat up, and his hand skimmed the floor, looking for his glasses that had fallen off his face. He heard a haughty voice above him shout.
“You moron! Watch where you’re going!”
Harry’s fingers clasped the glasses, and as he put them on, he found himself face to face with the blonde boy from the other table.
“Sorry,” Harry muttered, and the boy smirked. He didn’t seem very nice to Harry.
“Who are you, anyway?” he boy asked, in a bored voice.
“I’m Harry.”
“Harry what?”
“I’m not allowed to say. My aunt doesn’t want me to.”
The boy rolled his eyes. “Always listen to your aunt? What about your parents?”
“Yes, I wisten. And my mommy and daddy are deaded.”
“Oh.” He seemed indifferent.
“Well, who are you?” Harry asked.
“Me? I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” He said this with pride, as if he was better than all of them.
“Oh. Um… nice a meet you, Draco.”
“Oh, please. Do the world a favor an shut up.”
He was giving Harry a really dirty look. Then, he gave a little jump, and glared beside him. Hermione had come up and stepped on his foot.
“Leave my friend alone!” She said, stepping on his foot again. Ron and Ginny were behind her, throwing Malfoy dirty looks.
“And what is it to you what I do, muggle?” He said.
Both Harry and Hermione looked puzzled. Ron and Ginny, on the other hand, looked deeply insulted.
“And how would you know if we’re muggles?” Ron yelled.
“Well, apparently your two friends are. They’re clueless.” He gestured to Harry and Hermione.
“They could end up muggleborn, you know.” Ginny said, her voice shaking with anger.
“Great. That’s just what this world needs. More mudbloods.”
Ron and Ginny both turned red. “Muggleborn’s are a lot better than Malfoys!” Ron yelled.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow. “And I’m guessing you’re a Weasley? Yes, that explains a lot. Muggle-lovers.”
Hermione helped Harry up off the floor while the others were yelling. “C’mon,” she whispered. “Let’s get outa here. We gots to get them to stop yelling, to.”
“Ok, Hermy.” Harry said, and the two walked up behind Ron and Ginny. Harry grabbed Ron’s arm, as Hermione did to Ginny, and they started to drag their friends away.
“He not worth it, Ron.” Harry muttered, and the four found a little clearing in the corner. A glimpse around showed that the Malfoy kid had disappeared.
“What’s a muggle?” Harry asked Ron and Ginny.
“We can’t tell,” Ron sighed. “You might figure out one day, though. But we’s not allowed.”
“Oh. Ok.” Harry nodded. It was like how he wasn’t allowed to talk about his last name.
Then, four screws walked up. One of them picked up Ginny, and the others took the other three by the hand.
“You four’s parents are here,” The one that held Ginny said in her sweetest voice.
“Not my parents, my aunt and uncle.” Harry said, wanting them to know it was not his parents.
“We know, we know.” The one that held Harry’s hand said. That screw, a tall man with a cheery attitude and a bug’s smile, was the one that knew Harry the best.
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