The Malfoy Manor was eerily silent, even with the uncountable number of house elves. It was in the dead of the night, 10:04 pm exactly. It was the night before Draco Malfoy and his parents had to leave for Diagon Alley to purchase his school supplies, stay the night in an inn there, then leave for Hogwarts. He was sitting cross-legged on the floor of his room, right in front of his mother. Narcissa Malfoy was on one of the many expensive armchairs in her son's room, elegantly perched on the Slytherin-green seat. A kind smile graced her face, which seemed unmarred by age.

"Draco, listen carefully. Father didn't want me to tell you this before, but he has given his permission, now that you're going to Hogwarts. After all, you couldn't possibly grow up in a pureblood family and not know about the Boy Who Lived.

Now, the Dark Lord used to be very powerful, as your father had told you. But this is what he didn't tell you: there was a prophecy made by Sybill Trelawney, who I believe teaches Divination in Hogwarts, in the year 1980. 'The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches ... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not ... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives ... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies .' Now, the boy of the prophecy could be Neville Longbottom, a Pureblood, or Harry Potter, a Halfblood."

"You Know Wh-…I mean the D-dark Lord chose the pureblood, right?" Eleven-year-old Draco interrupted eagerly. Narcissa pretended not to have heard the slip, but instead she continued.

"No, He didn't. He chose Harry Potter, a Halfblood like himself. The Dark Lord felt that He would pose a greater threat, you see. He went to the house James and Lily Potter lived with their baby, Harry. The secret keeper of the house was a traitor. He had betrayed his friends, and sold them out to the Dark Lord. Therefore, the Dark Lord was able to enter the Potters' home easily and kill them. However, He was unable to kill Harry, who wasn't even a year old. No one knows why Avada Kedavra didn't end baby Harry's life, but instead backfired on the Dark Lord himself. The Dark Lord lost his powers and had to flee, leaving Harry Potter with only a lightning bolt shaped scar on his forehead. He was then sent to live with his Muggle relatives. It's thanks to him that you aren't already in your marking ceremony right now. If the Dark Lord had his full powers, as the son of an Inner Circle Death Eater about to attend Hogwarts, you might already be marked and doing missions for the Dark Lord with an unregistered wand, however young you are."

Little Draco seemed to be deep in thought. "It must be the power of love. If I were his mum, I would protect him. I would sacrifice myself for him. It must have been Mrs. Potter's love that protected him from the curse."

"Don't let your father hear you talking about the 'Power of Love', or he would most certainly not be sending you to the school Albus Dumbledore created," Narcissa chided, but the smile on her face said, 'It's possible,'

"Harry must be very alone….He's an orphan now. I wonder if his Muggle family is treating him well? I wish I could comfort him." Narcissa was surprised by the level of maturity Draco was showing. Most people would be thinking of Harry Potter as some kind of immortal. They most certainly wouldn't consider the boy Harry's well- being. In fact she herself hadn't thought about how such a little boy was dealing with all these until now.

"What was it you said? I am afraid I didn't hear you well enough the first time." A cold, merciless voice rang out. Draco jumped up as Narcissa spun around. Lucius Malfoy was standing at the door, leaning on the pure silver cane Draco had come to know and fear.

"No son of mine would be showing sympathy to that filth which temporarily defeated the Dark Lord." Lucius sneered.

"I said, I wish I could comfort him. And I will! When I go to Hogwarts, I'll befriend him! Just you watch!"

"Well, if you are so adamant, I'll make a deal with you. If you can befriend Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, before the Dark Lord arises again, I'll spare you from being marked, as you always begged for."

"…Deal. I'll show you!"

Narcissa could only watch in horrification as her son fell deeper into the trap his father had laid.