Old friends and New.....friends
1st September, 1996
Kings Cross Station
Platform 9 3/4 had never looked so busy. People were bustling every where. It almost looked like I was back in first year when I first walked into the train. I smiled a wistful smile thinking about Ron and Hermione. Were we even friends in this timeline or was it like Malfoy and me from the one I left behind.
As soon as I entered the Hogwarts Express, I spotted the blond head of Draco Malfoy. I didn't know whether to greet him or run.
Malfoy strutted towards me and to my great surprise, he gave a tentative smile. He didn't look as big of a prick that he was. I gave a half smile back, before remembering that I was supposed to not remember him.
I gave him a confused look and asked, "Are you Draco Malfoy?"
His smile faltered but he nodded. "So it's true. You don't remember anything. I didn't really believe Uncle Severus when he told."
I didn't know what to say, so I settled for a shrug. Then he held his hand out and stated, "I am Draco Malfoy, heir of the Noble House of the Malfoys, the Sacred 28."
Now I had to stop myself from sneering. Did he have to mention that he was a pure blood. It was really annoying. This really gave me a sense of deja Vu to back in first year.
I shook his hand and stated, "I am Hadrian Prince. Pleasure to meet you." That seemed enough for Malfoy and he smiled at me.
We had just put our trunks in a compartment, when the door opened and in came Pansy Parkinson and a handsome dark skinned boy whose name I didn't know. I had hardly ever talked with pug faced Parkinson so I was surprised when she gave me a huge grin and hugged me. It was very uncomfortable and I just stood there until she pulled away.
"Merlin, I can't believe you, Hadrian. First no letters and now you have lost your memories."
I gave her a bewildered look. It seemed that the other me had had the same crisis as I had in second year.
"Oh, how rude of me. I am Pansy Parkinson and the handsome boy beside me is Blaise Zabini."
Oh now I remembered. Zabini was the last to be sorted in first year.
Zabini was giving me a calculating look and I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. The compartment door opened the second time, and to my surprise, in came Hermione Granger. Did she come here by mistake? Hermione sat down beside Malfoy and I gaped at them. I had expected Malfoy to call her slurs instead he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.
Beside me, Parkinson groaned. I wondered if she didn't like Hermione, when she spoke. "No, Draco. Now you both are going to be all lovey dovey."
Draco retorted,"Yeah, but nothing like you and Blaise."
Now my jaw was completely on the ground. "Wait, so you both are dating!?"
Hermione looked at me concerned. "Hadrian we have been dating since last year. Are you okay?"
Zabini, for the first time answered. "Hadrian has lost all his memories of his Hogwarts years."
Hermione gasped and put a hand over her mouth. "So, you don't remember us at all?"
At my nod, she jumped out of her seat and wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. She then, like the others, introduced herself (which I found unnecessary cause I already knew her very well).
It was then, I realized that she was wearing Ravenclaw robes. I wondered what had caused that change. Surely Voldemort not existing did not affect Hermione's sorting. I decided that the best thing to do is to leave it be.
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Hogwarts looked the same as before, with a very subtle difference. It looked lively. Witches and wizards talking excitedly and the best part? None of them spared a second glance at me other than just an occasional greeting.
I petted a Thestral, making Mal- Draco look at me strangely. Suddenly he spoke, "Wait, so you don't remember what you told me last year?!"
I furrowed my brows. What did the other me say to him? And the way he said it...
"No, I don't remember anything."
Draco looked relieved hearing that.
We went to the Slytherin table (Hermione going to Ravenclaw's one) and that's when I noticed a difference in the teachers table.
"Mal-Draco, who are the teachers?" Malfoy looked at me startled, then his face cleared. "Oh right, you don't know them."
Pointing at the Headmaster table, he began, "That is Headmaster Dumbledore. The short wizard beside him is Professor Flitwick who teaches Charms. The one to the other side of the Headmaster is Professor Potter. He teaches Transfiguration."
"James Potter?" I asked.
Malfoy looked at me curiously. "Yes, how did you know?"
I stumbled for an excuse. "Oh, Mum mentioned him a few times." At this he nodded looking thoughtful.
I continued looking around the teacher's table, when my eyes caught that of the handsome man, seated right next to Professor Vector. I stared unbelievingly, horror in my eyes.
"Draco, who is the professor next to Professor Vector?"
Draco looked at where I was pointing at. "Oh that. That is our Defense Against Dark Arts teacher, Professor Riddle."