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A/N: Please don't hate me….

Part 1

The Hogwarts Express swayed gently underfoot as it sped through another unknown countryside. It's passengers where all excited, eager young voices buzzing as friends met up again to discuss the news of the summer. Harry stood awkwardly in the middle of a corridor, hands clutched around his and Hermione's luggage, while Ron slouched beside him.

"Where could she be?" The red head murmured. "We've only been on for five minutes, and she demands to go to the washroom to fix her hair…"

Harry snorted, bemused. It was obvious that their friend was slowly moving past girlhood into a beautiful young woman. God, what were he and Ron to do about it?

"Eh, well, she said she wouldn't take long," He pointed out, before stepping aside to allow a group of first years through. "Come on, not everyone is like you, some people really do care about appearances, you know."

Ron reached down and ruffled his hair (his friends had grown a good few inches than him, to Harry's alarm.) jokingly,

"Hey, out of the two of us, who woke up this morning and decided not to comb his hair?"

Harry grinned back,

"I've heard it looks 'rugged,'" he replied. Just as Ron opened his mouth to retort, Hermione bustled into sight, snatching her bags from Harry with a distracted 'thanks'.

"I have just met the most fascinating person!" She exclaimed. "Come on, let's find an compartment." She strode forward. Behind her, Ron turned to Harry.

"Do you find her hair any different?"

They followed Hermione down the long train as she filled them in on her story.

"I was just getting out of the bathroom when I bumped into this boy-"

"He was in the girls' bathroom?" Ron exclaimed. Hermione rolled her eyes, and flipped her hair.

"No, Ron, I said, I was just getting out of the bathroom when I saw him. Anyhow, he was about our age, I think, but a bit short. Only, I've never seen him before." She glanced back at the boys. "Ever heard of something like this?" They both shook their heads.

"I thought so. I've read Hogwarts: A History, seven times, and never does it mention transfer students or a case where a student was introduced in the middle of the year. But that's not the strangest bit." She paused looking back.

"Oh?" Harry asked. "What else has caught your eye? His dazzling smile? His pimple less visage-"

"Harry. He had yellow eyes."

Harry stopped, and stared.

"Say again?"

"Yellow eyes? Are you sure it wasn't a trick of the light, Hermione?" Ron asked as well.

The girls shook her head impatiently.

"I know what I saw. Yellow-you know what that means?"

"A werewolf at Hogwarts." Harry breathed.

"Right, why do you think-oh, here a compartment that's empty," Ron said, reaching over to slide a door open, just as a voice piped up in interruption.

"Oi, Potter!" The trio turned, yes, it was time for another Malfoy confrontation.

"Blimey, it's only been ten minutes, I swear-" Ron muttered, disgusted.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry blurted. The blond haired boy smiled, an easy, slow small and tilted his head, regarding the three. To everyone's surprise, instead of addressing Harry, he turned to Ron, who's hand was still on the door of the compartment.

"Weasley," He said flately, "That's our compartment."

"Says who?" Ron declared in outrage. Hermione bit her lip as she frowned.

"Well," Malfoy drawled, slowly "I have a reservation. He slid pushed past Harry and slid the door open, revealing neat rows of black trunks.

"Also, all my stuff are here."

Harry gaped at the sheer amount of possessions in the compartment as Hermione stiffened beside him.

"Why all this? We're off to school, not some bloody fancy hotel." Ron blurted.

"Ron-" Hermione started, only to think better of it. Malfoy smirked again.

"You're right, this is a lot. Probably more than you've got at your dump, all twenty of you combined, Weasley."

Ron spluttered in outrage.

"You-you!" He stepped forward, and swung blindly at the blond one, aiming for Malfoy's face. Before Harry could reach forward, a flash of gold appeared, and suddenly, Ron's fist was clenched in a gloved hand. Ron wheeled back in surprise, and before he could fall, Harry caught him. As his friend struggled to his feet, Harry surveyed the figure that had just arrived. It was a boy about their age, only with a more diminuitive stature. Dressed in a rather Victorian style trench jacket, he had on white gloves. His long blond hair was gold, compared to Malfoy's bleached white, and it was braided carefully. Wide, golden eyes stared out at him from an angular, regal face. Beside him, Harry heard Hermione gasp.

"Hey!" Ron cried, "What was that for, mate?" Ignoring him, the blond turned towards Malfoy, and scanned him.

"Are you unhurt, Mr. Malfoy?" His tone was calm, his voice rich and cultured. Malfoy shook his head impatiently. He smiled at the trio.

"To answer your question, this is Edward, my butler." Said butler nodded at them, coldly.

"Is he-" Hermione scanned Edward's eyes. Malfoy noticed where she was looking, and smirked.

"He is indeed a werewolf. Only half though. Quite a rare breed, these Halflings are. Well, anyways that ridiculus Headmaster has finally seen sense, and allowed me to bring him along."

Harry snorted.

"So you dragged your nursemaid here?" Malfoy's eyes flared.

"Edward is-" He began, only to be stopped with a tap on the shoulder by his butler.

"If I may, sir?" The boy asked. Malfoy hesitated, then nodded. Edward turned to the trio, and bowed.

"I am merely an assistant to Mr. Malfoy as well as a tutor. As a member of a most illustrious and pristiegious line, it is his duty to learn the crafts of a nobleman. I have worked with the Malfoys for many years that Mr. Malfoy senior has seen it fit to send me to educate his son on the other things required of one of his station. Please, do not confuse me as anything else." At the end of that litany, he stepped back, behind Malfoy.

"So you see, children? I have affairs I must learn. No more time to play with you all!" And with a shooing motion of his hand, the heir of the house of Malfoy slammed the compartment door in their faces.

"….well." Harry turned to a red-faced Ron, and a blushing Hermione. "That was interesting…"

End of Part 1

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