I wrote this on another site, just though people here might want to read it.
It was September 1. and my first day in London. I was staring at a column. Made of red brick, it look like the rest of the columns in the train station. But, thirty seconds before, a family of red haired children had walked through it and disappeared. A wizard family.
My name is Marak Malfoy. I'm not proud of my last name but my parents think I should be. The proud supporters of the Dark Lord. That 'proudness' landed my father in prison.
Hearing laughter behind me, I swung on my heel but not before my twin's elbow landed in my stomach. My rear struck cement and my trolly flew away, barely missing the end of a passing train and spilled it's contents all over the tracks. Draco's twisted, pale face loomed in front of me, eyes of ice drilling into mine.
"You'll never make it through the year, bro. Not alive anyway." He hissed and hiss friends, in a semicircle behind him, laughed. My rememball rolled toward him, having excaped from my stuff. He kicked it and it shattered on the side of a train. Then Draco swaggered throught the column with his friends.
I gathered my stuff and went up to the column. This time I put my hand through. It disappeared. Looking around to make sure no one saw me, I walked through.
The school train was dark red and silver rings of smoke rolled from the engine. Witches and wizard were rushed here and there. Mothers and fathers saying last minute good-byes to their children. I loaded my stuff into the lugage department and stood looking about. At the Durmstrang station there had been ice and snow. The train had been cold the whole way there.
As I stood there, the doors started to slide shut. I rushed along the side to reach the last door. I grabbed the handle and swung in just as the train puled out of the hidden station.
It was hard to find an apartment that wasn't full. Several kids stared at me and I peered hoping to find a seat. Other told me to get out even if there was only two or three in there. Finally I came upon upon one with only one person in it, a girl with pale hair and wide light eyes that was read a magazine sideways. I slid the door open.
"Do you mind if I sit in here?" The girl looked at me and I had the feeling I was being analized.
"Sure."
I sat down and set Yrael next to me. He purred for a second and went back to sleep. "What's your name?" I asked after about a minute of silence.
"Luna. Yours?"
"Marak." I hesitated. "Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Malfoy."
"Marak's fine."
About five minutes later, three boys and one girl entered. A ginger cat stalked after them and one boy carried a toad. The girl had wavy brown hair and two of the boys had black. The other, red.
One black hair with green eyes pretty much shouted; "Luna, what's Malfoy doing in here?"
"That's not Draco." Luna said around her magazine.
"That's not Draco?! What do you mean that's Draco?! He looks like him!" Green eyes said.
"His name is Marak and I think he would appreceate it if you would stop yelling at him." Green eyes snarled reply was cut short by a knocking on the door.
It slid open reveling my twin. The four were now staring back and forth from what they must of thought were two Dracos. Draco's eyes met mine.
"Get out Marak." He said levely.
"He's not moving." Luna said.
"Shut it Loony. Marak, move." WHen I didn't stand he walked over and grabbed me back the back of my shirt and dragged out the door.
Out in the hall, Draco hissed, "What are you doing?!"
"I was sitting in a compartment." He slapped me.
"What were you doing with those freaks?"
"I didn't think they were freaks. Sure one had a weird scar . . ." I avoided the next slap.
"You know what I mean Marak."
"No, I don't and I don't really want to."
I went back into the compartment living Draco flaming in the hall.
The four were sitting when I walked back in.
"I hope I can sit here."
"Sure!" Said the brown haired one.
"Look, I'm sorry I shouted at you, it just . . . I thought you were Malfoy . . ." Green eyes muttered.
"I'm glad I'm not." I muttered in reply. Luna giggled. We all stared at her.
I sat down as brown hair said, "I'm Hermione, that's Luna, that's Nevile-" Boy with toad "That's Harry-" Green eyes "And that's Ron." Red head. He hadn't said anything but I saw hatred and suspistion etched in every feature.
"I'm Marak Malfoy." An uneasy silence followed. Something clicked in my head. Harry. Green eyes and black hair. Scar on forhead. Harry Potter he Boy Who Lived . . . Father had complained constantly of him. They probably thought I followed the Dark Lord.
"And I Hate the Dark Lord . . ." I added lamely.
"I don't think we should allow him here . . ." Ron said quietly.
I sighed and picked up Yrael' cage. "Fine I'll go."
"It's not as if we don't like you . . . We just don't have proof . . ." Hermione said as if she were sorry.
"You want proof? I have plenty."
"What?" Ron burst out. "I don't see a scar."
I pulled back my sleeve. I shown no one this for along time. My arm, from the elbow down, instead of tissue and bone, was made of very high tec muggle machinery. Even the wizard healers couldn't do anything when the Dark Lord blew it off. So my mother to me to a muggle hospital.
"I know what happens when you make him mad." I pulled the sleeve down again. Ron nodded and looked sort of sick. But then, so did everyone else. I shrugged. "You asked for proof."