Evenings Star

Hey guys! Surprise! Harry Potter! I hope y'all enjoy this fanfic as it is really getting good!

I never expected my family to be so against true love, but I guess they were more about continuing the pure-blooded line we have. I guess it’s to be expected. I finally got up from my complaining about life session. I walked to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I hated how I looked, me and my brother Draco looked the same, but I looked more ‘soft’. My mother says it adds to my charm and would be great for manipulating people onto our side. Not that it mattered since I clearly wasn’t going to follow after You-Know-Who. I picked up the brush before putting it back down. My hair was fine as it was. I quickly walked out of the bathroom, not staying in there longer than I needed, too. I walked down to breakfast to see Draco and my father already eating.

‘Right, Hogwarts is today,’ I thought. I put on my perfected fake smile. “Good morning Father, Draco,” I greeted, acting like the perfect son they knew I wasn’t ever going to be.

My father only nodded in acknowledgement, while Draco only echoed my greeting. I looked around for Mother.

“Where is Mother?” I asked, looking for the one person who actually liked me in this horrid family.

“Your mother is out for some more books. However, I need to talk to you, Fenrir.” My father announced.

I gulped and sat down quietly.

“As I’m sure you know, Harry Potter is going to be attending Hogwarts, and if your brother fails, which I doubt he will, at befriending him, you will have to befriend him. This is your last chance to prove yourself worthy of the Malfoy family,” My father informed me.

My face paled, he meant it. If I failed, I could be disowned if this went wrong. “Of course!” I nodded, despite the feeling of hurt inside. I knew I could never succeed in this mission, and I knew Draco wouldn’t either. I quickly stood up and went to my room to grab something. I pushed open the door to see Dobby holding my wolf necklace.

“Master Fenrir forgot his necklace!” He told me.

I smiled and gently took my necklace and put it on myself. “Thank you Dobby, could you apparate me to the station? I have a feeling my Father and Brother forgot me again,” I requested.

Dobby nodded and did as told.

After I recovered from my motion sickness, I took in my surroundings. I nearly fell over when I noticed that the Harry Potter was looking at me. I quickly went over. “Hello, I’m Fenrir Malfoy, please call me Fen!” I introduced myself, not wanting my brother to give me a bad name.

“I’m Harry Potter” He responded back, clearly not used to introductions.

“Nice to meet you! I have a warning to give you. My brother, Draco, well, he isn’t the best, but please give me a chance! I’m not like him.” I promised.

He just looked at me strangely before going to find a compartment on the train.

Sighing, I followed his lead, only going to find my own one this time. Not that it would matter, people would just avoid me either way. Suddenly feeling insecure, I brought my arms up to hug myself, feeling like I was drowning in emotions. I nearly ran into someone as I tried to find my own compartment.

“Sorry,” I muttered, not looking up.

“It’s quite fine,” the voice that answered startled me.

I wasn’t used to that I guess. I finally looked up to see a (very attractive) boy around my age. I blushed then quickly recovered. “Still, I should’ve been way more careful,” I insisted.

“Well, then I accept your apology, my name is Milo Quinn,” Milo introduced himself.

“My name is Fenrir Malfoy,” I introduced myself as well.

He seemed to be… happy?

I decided that this boy was either crazy or insane (though a tiny voice told me he only had good intentions, but I ignored that voice).

“So, what house are you hoping to be in?” Milo asked questionably, as if we weren’t standing in the middle of the aisle on a train.

I huffed and led him to an empty compartment before answering. “Slytherin. The only good house,” I lied. I never wanted to be in Slytherin, I personally would rather be in Hufflepuff than be associated with a house full of stuck up purebloods

The look on his face told me he saw through my lie. “Is that so? Well, I guess we’ll just see what happens,” He finally said after an awkward minute of silence.

Unable to help myself, I blurted out something completely out of my control. “If I’m being honest, you’d most likely be a Gryfindor because you’re so brave and outspoken that its admiredable, but you could also be a good Ravenclaw because you seem so smart.” I froze after speaking those words. I had never complimented someone and meant it before. I looked at him hesitantly.

He didn’t seem taken back, but rather, amused? How could one be amused in this situation?! “Chill, Fenrir, you act as if you’ve never spoken your mind before.”

How do I explain to him I haven’t?! I smiled weakly, “You’re not wrong about that Quinn.”

He just looked at me curiously.

Perhaps I should’ve called him by his first name? Would that’ve been more kid-like?

“You’re fascinating Fenrir,” he muttered.

I was left confused as he walked out of the compartment. I then yelled after him in a hurry when I came back from my confused state, “Wait, what did you mean by that?!”