"Draco!" Lucius Malfoy's sharp voice rang out through the halls of the Malfoy residence.
Silence.
"Would you like me to get him sir?" Dobby asked cautiously.
"Go." Lucius grumbled with a kick aimed at the house elf.
Dobby, traveling up the stairs two steps at a time, reached the top huffing and puffing.
With a soft knock on Draco's door, the house elf shyly spoke his younger master's name.
Draco swung open the door.
"Dobby!" He whispered "What are you doing?"
Out of anyone Dobby had ever met, Draco was the only wizard or witch that had treated the tiny elf with even a shard of respect. Perhaps it was because Draco saw himself in the creature. After all, they both were treated like dirt by Malfoy the Elder.
"The master has summoned you sir." Dobby said timidly.
At that precise moment, a bang emanated from the downstairs lounge.
"DOBBY YOU USELESS THING! WHERE IS DRACO?" Lucius' voice made the elf and the 11-year-old jump.
Draco and Dobby crept downstairs, weary of their explosive "master". They entered the lounge to find a red-faced Lucius.
"Dobby you are dismissed."
"Yes sir" Dobby muttered as he scampered away.
"Draco." His father mused. "You are a Malfoy, you will be attending Hogwarts in a day. Do you know what that means?"
"Yes sir." Draco remembered his conversation with his father just last week.
"Harry Potter, the one that got away? Do you remember him?"
"Of course sir."
"And what exactly are you going to do with Harry Potter?"
"Become friends with him?"
"No Draco. I want you to join forces with him. I couldn't care less about your social life. Just establish connections. Do you hear me?"
"Yes father."
"And...What else are you supposed to do?"
"Stay away from the muggleborn?"
"Stay away? No. Destroy them, make their lives hell. Filthy mudbloods."
"But why?"
"They are poisonous, and that's all you need to know. Anything else?"
"Something about the Weasleys?"
"That's my boy. Ha! Arthur Weasley, what a pathetic excuse for a father…"
"Why do we-
"Enough with these questions. Get your stuff together, we leave at nine tomorrow. Oh and Draco? Make SURE you get sorted into Slytherin."
With that, Lucius stormed out of the lounge retreating to his study.