Authors Note: I, in absolutely no way or form, own Harry Potter. All credit of the series goes to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

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1. FEAR OF DEBTS

Draco finished the last letter with a sigh. Setting down the quill, he reread the letter that could possibly be the end of his freedom.

Dear Harry Potter,

I realize it has been nearly six years since the end of the war, so this letter may come as a shock, along with my offer. I'll just get straight to the point. I'd like to offer you a debt, of sorts. My family and I did a lot of wrong in the war, to too many people. I can't simply let it completely control me anymore, I'd like to do something, anything, to help those that we've wronged. As the head of the Malfoy family, I hope you will accept anything I may be able to give or do for you.

This debt is being enforced by my magic, however, it is not as powerful as a life debt. So, I am setting a few rules. You are able to ask anything of me as long as it not include the following:

1. All the Malfoy family fortune.

2. Any illegal action.

3. The loss of my magic or any members of my family.

4. The death of myself or any members of the Malfoy family.

5. Any sexual activities.

I have sworn an oath to complete this debt to: Harry Potter, the Weasley family, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Rubeus Hagrid, and Luna Lovegood.

Please take as long as you need to let me know what you'd like of me. If you have any questions or concerns at all, you can reach me at any time via owl post.

Draco nodded to himself, pleased with his work, before elegantly writing his signature. After folding the letter, he sealed it inside an envelop with the Malfoy family stamp. Gathering up the rest of the letters, he quietly called for his personal house elf, "Misty."

A soft pop was heard a moment later, and the small house elf was bowing before him. "S-sir, what can Misty do for young Master Malfoy?"

Holding out the letters, he asked, though even to himself it sounded more like an order, "Could you take these letters to the owlery for me, they need to be sent out as soon as possible."

The house elf nodded her head quickly, it almost worried him that she'd hit her head on the corner of his desk doing so. "Master Malfoy, the honor would be Misty's. We swear we'd do it right away!" She grabbed the offered stack of letters and with another pop, Draco was left to himself.

Before stopping himself from something his father said was 'undignified for a Malfoy', he ran a hand through his hair. His hands were shaking and no matter how many deep breaths he took, it didn't do anything to ease the nervousness and fear running through his veins.

Draco thought about doing this for years now, he'd only just gotten the courage to sit down, write the words, and actually send them. He'd long ago forgotten the number of letters he previously shredded or vanished.

Summoning a bottle of firewhisky that was already half empty and a glass, he took a long swig of the burning liquid before even pouring some into the glass. The burning helped to slightly distract him of the possible consequences of what he'd just done... just slightly, though.

Even with the 'rules' he'd placed, there were so many things they could do to get past them. The rule was not to kill, but there was nothing about torture. No illegal action, but that doesn't mean they wouldn't be able to do to him or have him do something that just barely qualified as legal. The death or loss of magic? There are so many worse things out there that they could do to him, and he wouldn't even be able to resist.

Draco had to shake his head roughly to get rid of those thoughts, taking another swig of the drink when he found his hands still nervously shaking. He had to keep telling himself that they were all Gryffindors, the noblest bunch of people out there... that also despise you.

He was about to refill his glass and drink his worries away when his house elf made another appearance, he was too distracted with his thoughts to notice her until she took away the bottle he was reaching for.

"Misty thinks Master Malfoy has had enough, she thinks he be going to bed now." She nodded as if to convince him that she was correct in her thinking.

When he sent his trademark glare at her, she didn't even seem phased. "Misty, it is not your business when and how much I drink. Now, you can leave after you hand that back to me."

She shook her head quickly, "Misty thinks not. She thinks you'd best have a clear head to be reading the letter then be going to bed."

Draco was about to lose his temper, (all to do with how terrified he was than her actual behavior, he was far too use to her to truly be upset about that), when he realized what exactly she said. "What letter are you talking about?"

With a huff she summoned a letter into her hand, impatiently thrusting it into his own hand, which was still outstretched to grab the bottle.

Ignoring her attitude, he focused all his attention on the letter where he saw, in what would just barely be classified as writing but none-the-less still scribble, his initials. DM

With what was most certainly, if anyone asked, a very dignified way to open a letter, and definitely not a rushed impatient tearing of paper, he took out the parchment inside the envelope.

Malfoy,

I recognize that at the very least you and your mother are not the same people you were during the war. I will think about your offer and what I would like from this 'debt' of yours. You will have my answer within the week.

Harry Potter

With probably his millionth deep breath of the night, he set the letter on his desk. Out of all the people he sent letters to tonight, he was positive the 'noble Chosen One' would decline any sort of debt or payment out of him. Even after everything that Draco put Harry through in their school years and the war, he knew the boy who lived didn't hate him. Why else would he have saved him and his mother from Azkaban?

If he had refused, there was of course no way Draco could accept it and he'd force Harry to make him request anything of him, even if it just be a single knut. The oath bound him, he had to do something for those involved.

However, the fact that his old rival hadn't refused outright told Draco that the boy he knew in school definitely isn't the man he just gave a debt to.

With a wave of his hand to the house elf who still stood nearby guarding his bottle, she was dismissed. The nervousness was out of his system now and all he felt was anticipation for what was to come... and the fear of it.

Making his way out of his study and up to his rooms, he stripped himself of his shirt and trousers before collapsing on the large bed.

Sending out a silent prayer to things he didn't even believe in, that the Gryffindors didn't completely lose their noble ways, he somehow found his way under heavy blankets and fell asleep.

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