Lily Malfoy stared out the window of the train, her feet kicking the seat.

She look up as a black haired boy entered her compartment.

"May I sit here?" The boy asked. Lily nodded and the boy sat down across from her.

"Harry Potter," he said, holding out his hand.

"Lily Malfoy," she said, smiling and taking his hand.

"Good to meet you, Lily," he said grinning. They both looked up as a red haired boy entered to compartment.

"Can I sit here?" He asked. The two other children exchanged looks and nodded.

The redhead slumped into the seat diagonal of Harry. He waved slightly.

"Ron Weasley," he offered. Lily smiled.

"Lily Malfoy," she said. Ron spluttered.

"Malfoy?!"

It is my name," Lily said shortly. "You should understand more than most that family doesn't define you, Weasley."

Ron flushed red with shame.

"Sorry, Lily," he muttered. He turned to Harry. "And you are?"

"Harry. Harry Potter," Harry replied. Ron did another double take.

"It's true! Do you have the..." Ron trailed off and Harry pushed his bangs up, revealing a scar in the shape of a lightening bolt.

Ron was speechless. A nice Malfoy and Harry Potter. This was going to be an interesting year.