Draco POV:

Me and my father walk beyond the front window, approaching the shop Borgin and Burkes. I notice someone that seemed oddly familiar. I couldn't see them all that well but they slipped into a cabinet. I would have to check it soon. I couldn’t get the itchy feeling that it might not be a good place for someone to be.  My father and I entered the store. Mr. Borgin emerges from the back room. I could feel eyes on me and I knew it was from that cabinet but who was it?

“Mr. Malfoy! What a pleasure to see you again. If I may, just in today -”

“I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin. But selling.” My father said coldly. I look around until I spot the cabinet.

“Selling?”

“You have heard, of course, that the Ministry of Magic is conducting more raids. There are even rumors of a new Muggle Protection Act,”  My father unravels a roll of parchment and hands it to Borgin. “I have a few... ah... items at home that might prove embarrassing if the Ministry were to call. Certain poisons and the like…”

“Hmmm... yes. I see…” 

I draw my attention to something else, not the cabinet. I drifted to the Hand of Glory, reaching out, when the hand suddenly grabbed me. I shriek but manage to slip free. I eye the hand with malicious glee.

“Can I have this?”

“Ah, the Hand of Glory. Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder. Best friend of thieves and plunderers. Your son has fine taste, sir.”

“Hopefully my son will amount to more than a thief, Mr. Borgin. Though if his marks don't pick up -”

I cut him off to defend myself. “It's not my fault the teachers have favorites. That Hermione Granger -”

“I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a girl of no wizarding family beat you in every exam.” My dad sighed. 

I walk away and go to the cabinet that I saw the kid run into. I then saw the name. Crushing Cabinet. I looked into the little peep hole and see a pair of eyes looking back at me. I could tell they were potters. My heart pounded as I looked around, trying to find a way to open it but also doing it unknowingly so my father wouldn’t grow suspicious.

“It's the same all over. Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere.”

“”Not with me.”  Borgin checks off one last time, then returns the parchment to my father. “Very good. I'll expect you at the manor tomorrow. Come, Draco.” I frantically begin to panic as I saw the cabinet moving in on Harry. My heart races but I couldn’t do anything about it. I knew I had to go.

I look back to my father and walk out of the room with him. As we walked around Diagon Alley, I noticed Potter walking with the Weasleys and Herminone. I then noticed 2 other people who looked scarily similar to Granger. They must’ve been her parents. Muggles, in the wizarding world? 

I felt a wave of relief go over me as I walked past them. They didn’t seem to notice me but it was still good to see them. Mostly Harry, as I just watched him almost get crushed by a cabinet not too long ago.

After some time, we went into Flourish and Blotts to see what all the ruckus was about. It was really crowded. That’s when I saw what everything was about. All the witches were surrounding none other than Gilderoy Lockhart.

I watched from the second floor as my father went around to get my books that I needed. 

“Out of the way! This is for The Daily Prophet!” 

Instantly, Lockhart looks up, flashes a smile, but then he lets his smile falter a little. “It can't be Harry Potter?” The crowd whispers excitedly as Lockhart dives forward, seizes Harry's hand and turns him toward the photographer. 

I smiled as I saw him. My father made a displeasing sound and I made my smile disappear.

“Nice big smile, Harry. Together, you and I rate the front page.Ladies and gentlemen! What an extraordinary moment this is! When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography, Magical Me -- which, incidentally is celebrating its twenty-seventh week atop The Daily Prophet's Bestseller List -- he had no idea that he would, in fact, be leaving with my entire collected works! Free of charge!”

I snickered as he looked amazed but also clueless. He didn’t even know who this guy was.

As the crowd claps, Lockhart catches the eye of a flunky and, before Harry knows it, a towering stack of books is shoved into his arms. Mortified, Harry mumbles quietly.

I smiled as I watched him from afar, too focused on him to care for what my father has to say.

As he was walking back, now free of any books, I made my appearance. 

“Bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter? Famous Harry Potter. Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page.”

That came out wrong.

“Leave him alone! He didn't want all that!” Ginny, the youngest weasley said.

“Look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend.” I teased but in reality, my heart was breaking. I kept telling myself that it wasn’t true. 

“Silence, Draco! Ah... Mr. Potter. I don't believe we've met.”

I sighed. Finally someone stopped me from talking and making it worse. 

My father extends his hand, as if offering to shake Harry's, but instead gently plays his fingers over the fringe of Harry's scalp, revealing Harry's lightning bolt scar. At his touch, Harry withdraws, ever so slightly.

“Forgive me, Mr. Potter. But your scar is legend. As, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you.”

“He was a murderer.”

I was silently pleading that my father would stop talking.

“Yes, a pity about your parents. Curious that you yourself should escape with a mere flesh wound. Curious, too, that you speak of him in the past. Surely, you don't think He-Who-Must-Not-Be- Named is gone forever.“

“His name is Voldemort.” Those within earshot gasp as Harry utters the word.

I needed my father to shut up now.

“You must be very brave, Mr. Potter, to dare speak his name. Or foolish.”

“Fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself.”

My fathers eyes slide, find Hermione staring defiantly.

“You must be Miss Granger. Draco's told me all about you... and your parents. Muggles, aren't you?” 

Mr. and Mrs. Granger nod nervously. My father can barely disguise his distaste for them. Arthur Weasley hurries over.  He takes everyone outside which makes my father laugh softly. We leave and go home, for me to get ready to go back to hogwarts.