This is where I'm going to compile my Malfoid rewrite of the books. Summaries for each Chapter that doesn't need to be touched and then references for where each change takes place in the books. Let's get to it: _-_Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone_-_ _Chapter 1 – The Boy Who Lived_ Dursleys are dull and Dudley is a brat. Voldemort is dead and the Wizards are careless because of their excitement. Harry is dropped off to their house by Hagrid. Dumbledore and McGonagall are there to see him off, hoping he can avoid the Wizarding World’s attention as a child. _Chapter 2 – The Vanishing Glass_ Harry has a miserable time living under the staircase. Dudley is a brat and the school gang leader. The Dursleys do their bare minimum to care for him and want to avoid taking him to the Zoo. When there, Harry talks to a snake and it seems the snake understands him. Dudley’s snotty attitude makes Harry mad and the glass disappears letting the snake escape who appears to talk back to Harry. Harry is locked in his cupboard for this and Harry doesn’t understand why. _Chapter 3 – The Letters From No One_ Dudley has a brand new, private school uniform, Harry is getting a dyed hand-me-down for a public school. Letters start arriving for Harry, which Uncle Vernon refuses to let Harry see. No matter what Vernon Dursley does to stop them, the letters keep arriving through any crack possible. He takes them off to a Hotel and the letters keep coming. So he takes them off to a miserable shack off the shore to escape them, before a storm kicks up and a mysterious figure arrives at midnight. _Chapter 4 – The Keeper Of The Keys_ It’s Hagrid! Who bends up a rifle, hands Harry cake for his 11th Birthday, spooks the Dursleys, gives Dudley a pig tail and says “Yer a wizard Harry.” He also explains Harry’s parents did not die in a car crash and he’s famous. _Chapter 5 – Daigon Alley_ Page 65 (Half way down): At this moment the boat bumped gently into the harbor wall. Hagrid folded up his newspaper, and they clambered up the stone steps onto the street. As they got off the boat, Hagrid stared at the boat, then back out at the water. He grumbled to himself - something about the Dursleys deserving worse - as he turned the boat back around, pointing it towards the miserable looking shack out on the water. Hagrid looked over his shoulder to make sure no-one was watching and when he saw nobody but Harry, he tapped the boat twice with his umbrella, muttered a few words and the boat started skimming across the water. Ignoring the currents, it obediently traveled in a straight line back whence it came. "I guess it wouldn't be quite right to leave 'em there wi' no boat." Hagrid said, stuffing his umbrella back into his endless pockets. "Too soft for me own good. Alright Harry, off we go." He start walking boldly and Harry had to scurry to catch up. ------------------ They go to London, meet Wizards who all want to shake Harry’s hand and enter through a magic wall to Daigon Alley. They meet a nervous professor Quirrel, go to Gringotts to give Harry part of his parents fortune and Hagrid absolutely does not pick up the item in the book title nope just a random object no sir nothing important. Hagrid sends him into Madam Malkin to get a cloak. ------------------- Page 77-79: "Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. “Got the lot here – another young man being fitted up just now, in fact.” In the back of the shop, a girl with a pale, pointed face with standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up her long black robes. Her long blonde flowed down behind her, she was looking down proudly at her new robes before the witch pushed her head back up. “I told you, keep looking up. You’re curling over when you look down.” He didn’t realize he was staring until Madam Malkin tapped him on the shoulder – causing him to jump – and then ushered him over to her. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to her, slipped a long robe over his head, and began to pin it to the right length. “Hello” said the girl, “Hogwarts too?” She tried to glance over but the witches hand shot up and moved her head back to looking ever so slightly up at the ceiling. Harry smiled meekly. “Yes.” “My father’s next door buying my books and Mother’s up the street looking at wands.” said the girl. She spoke with an air of importance, like it only natural Harry wanted to know about her. “Then I’m going to drag them off to look at racing brooms. I don’t see why first years can’t have their own. I think I’ll bully Father into getting me one and I’ll smuggle it in somehow.” She grinned at her own brilliant plan. Harry felt disappointed. He had thought she was quite pretty a moment ago and now he couldn’t help but compare her to Dudley. “Have YOUgot your own broom?” the girl went on. “No.” Said Harry. “Play Quidditch at all?” “No.” Harry said again, wondering what on earth Quidditch could be . “I do! Father says it’s a crime if I’m not picked to play for my House, and I must say, I agree. Know what House you’ll be in yet?” “No.” said Harry, feeling more stupid by the minute. “Well, no-one really knows until they get there, do they, but I know I’ll be in Slytherin, all our family have been – being in Hufflepuff, I think I’d leave, wouldn’t you?” Before Harry could answer the witch tending to her stated “Ok, almost all done, you can move your head now.” The blonde girl sighed happily and gazed over at Harry but was caught by something outside the window. “I say, look at man!” she said, nodding towards the front window. Hagrid was standing there, grinning at Harry and pointing at two large ice creams to show he couldn’t come in. “That’s Hagrid.” Said Harry, please to know something that the girl didn’t. “He works at Howarts.” “Oh.” said the boy. “I’ve heard of him.” She glanced back at him and up at his messy hair. “Are you his son? Your hair is the part.” She grinned and added “I can barely see your eyes under it all.” Harry felt his cheeks tinge and he went to try fix it before having his arm firmly pushed back down by Madam Malkin. “No I’m not.” He said shyly. “That’s good.” She stated. “I hear he’s a savage that lives in a hut on the school grounds. I was told he gets drunk and sets fire to his bed because he’s incapable of doing magic properly.” Harry felt himself liking this girl less and less by the second. “I think he’s brilliant.” He said coldly. “My father says he isn’t, so he can’t be.” she said with a sneer. “Does your father decide everything?” Harry snapped. To his surprise, the girls energy seemed to fade and her face became rather serious. “Of course he does.” Before Harry could figure out what this meant, the witch tending to the girl stated she was done. The girl beamed and triumphantly got off her stool to look into the mirror. “That’s why I’m going to be the best Slytherin. Better than Salazar!” She declared. She turned her head back to look at Harry. “Is that great lout with you then? Where are your parents?” Her interest in Harry seemed to be waning. “They’re dead.” Said Harry shortly. He didn’t feel much like going into the matter with this girl. “Oh, sorry.” said the girl, not sounding sorry. “Hmm. That wasn’t very ladylike to ask…” She put a finger on her chin, as if deep in thought. “Unless- were they our kind?” “They were a witch and a wizard, if that’s what you mean.” “Oh I’m sorry then.” She said, this time sounding halfway sincere. “It’s the other sort that are the problem. I don’t think they should let them into Hogwarts. They’re not the same, they’ve never been brought up in our ways, some of them have never even heard of Hogwarts until they get the letter. Ha, imagine. I think they should keep it in the old wizarding families, oh, what’s your surname anyway?” But before Harry could answer, Madam Malkin said “That’s you done, my dear.” And Harry, not sorry for an excuse to stop talking to the girl, hopped down from his footstool and headed for the door. “Well, I’ll see you at Hogwarts, I suppose.” Said the pale girl before adding “And don’t let Hagrid keep brushing your hair.” Harry heard her chuckle as he exited the door, resisting the urge to fix his hair. ----------------- Harry then gets a wand that is the mirror of Voldemorts and we move onto the next chapter. _Chapter 6 – The Journey From Platform Nine And Three-Quarters_ Harry finds out how obscure Wizard travel is, gets his introduction to the Weasley family, Neville loses his frog. Ron, sadly, does not say Bloody Hell when shown the scar, Hermonie shows up to criticize Ron’s color changing spell and leaves to help Neville. ----------------- Page 108-110: Three girls entered and Harry recognized the middle one at once: it was the pale girl from Madam Malkin’s robe shop. She was looking at Harry with a lot more interest than she’d shown back in Diagon Alley. "Is it true?" she said. "They’re saying all down the train that Harry Potter’s in this compartment. So it’s you, is it?" "Yes" said Harry. He was looking at the other girls. One was short and looked surprisingly tough. She had short, mousy brown hair that was badly combed. The other was taller than all of them and quite thin with thick black hair. She had dark patches under her green eyesand stood with almost no expression at all. "Oh, this is Crabbe." said the pale girl gesturing to the shorter one, who gave an enthusiastic toothy grin. "And this is Goyle." The tall girl gave the faintest of smiles. "And my name’s Malfoy." She said proudly. One hand's thumb pointed to her chest, the other hand on her hip. "Draconia Malfoy." Ron gave a slight cough, which might have been hiding a snigger. Draconia Malfoy looked at him. "Think my name’s funny, do you? No need to ask who you are. My father told me all the Weasleys have red hair, freckles and more children than they can afford." Her lip was curled in disgust. She looked back to Harry. "You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort." She said, with a not so subtle glance at Ron. "I can help you there." She declared. She held out her hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. "I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks." He said coolly. Draconia Malfoy looked confused, retracted her hand, then narrowed her eyes then slowly said. "You, would reject, me? I’d be careful, if I were you, Potter." Her smile had totally faded, her brow had intensified and her greyeyes had gone dark. "Unless you’re a bit politer you’ll go the same as your parents. They didn’t know what was good for them, either. You hang around with riff-raff like the Weasleys and that, Hagrid, and it’ll rub off on you." Harry grit his teeth while Ron jumped up, fists curled, his face as Red as his hair. "Say that again." He said. "I dare you!" "Oh." She tilted her head "I knew Weasleys had no class but you're going to fight a girl, are you?’ Malfoy sneered. The other girls chuckled. "I think it would be smart if you just left." Said Harry bluntly. "Harry, you can't let her say that about your parents!" Exclaimed Ron. Harry just frowned and stayed in his seat. Trying not to let his anger get the better of him. "Oh, so noble Potter. Wouldn't dare hit a girl." She looked at the table full of treats and her eyes sparkled. "But we don’t feel like leaving. We're so hungry you see. Surely you noble gentlemen wouldn't mind sharing with us, fine young ladies." She said mockingly. Malfoy nudged Goyle, who then walked forward into the room, looming over Ron. She looked entirely unphased by Ron's clenched fists. Ron hesitated as the tall girl reached past him towards the Chocolate Frogs. He looked at Harry, who still wore a dark expression, then turned back and lunged forward. To his surprise, he was pushed to the ground by Crabbe before he even got close. She puffed out her chest and said "Ha, got you! Stupid Weasley! That's what-" She was interrupted by Goyles scream. A chocolate frog flew past Ron as he got off the floor. Scabbers the rat was hanging off her long fingers, sharp little teeth sunk into Goyle’s smooth knuckle. "Ah! Gross! Ah, get it off!" Goyle shook Scabbers back and forth as she howled. Scabbers finally flew off and hit the window, while Goyle started crying. She ran out the room with Crabbe right behind. Draconia went to follow but stopped, glaring back at Harry and Ron. "You'll regret that. Potter." She vanished and Harry let out a sigh of relief. Ron scratched his head and said "Why is she so mad at you? It wasn't your Rat that bit her." Hermoine Granger came in at that moment. “What HAS been going on?” She said, looking at the sweets Goyle had knocked to the floor, and Ron, picking up Scabbers by his tail. “I think he’s been knocked out.” Ron said to Harry. He looked closer at Scabbers. “No… I don’t believe it… he’s gone back to sleep.” And so he had. “You’ve met Malfoy before?” Harry explained about their meeting in Diagon Alley. “I’ve heard of her family.” Said Ron darkly. “They were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched. My dad doesn’t believe it. He says Malfoy’s father didn’t need an excuse to go over to the Dark Side.” “Hmm.” Said Harry, thinking back to the serious look Malfoy had had when her father came up during their conversation. Ron turned to Hermione, still standing at the door. “Can we help you with something?” -------------------- They arrive at Hogwarts and boats take them in underneath. Chapter 7 is next. I’ll update this when I get more time. #Malfoid #HarryPotter #Malfoy #Fanfiction

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