Draco Malfoy, at age 15, was very small, and very obnoxious. He didn't take orders from anyone (except his equally obnoxious father) and wasn't friendly with anyone, lest they find out any of his weakness'. His father had put fear in his heart, when he had been younger, telling him that if anyone found out about any of his weaknesses, they would be able to defeat him. And of course, as arrogant as he was, he just could not let that happen.

So the pale, silver haired boy had no true friends, unless you considered his two 'body guards' Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle, both of whom were incredibly loyal to Draco, but only because their father's ordered them too. Draco was sometimes upset that he didn't have a true friend, but at the moment, he wasn't worrying over that.

His father wanted him to be able to have the best marks of anyone in Slytherin, beat Gryffindor at Quidditch, do daily reports for him on everything at Hogwarts, AND practice his Dark Arts lessons, all at once. Which, of course, is totally impossible, unless they could get their hands on a time turner, but Lucius Malfoy didn't think that would happen, and he didn't want the chance of anyone missing one. So he ordered Draco to find a way either make his own, or find another solution.

And that is exactly what Draco did. He searched all the ancient books he found in his father's library, and found a way to turn time back, illegally of course. So, with this method, all he had to do was turn back time at night, so he could do his homework, and if he needed it, to do Quidditch practices.

He was also making a Pensive. This, of course his father would not approve of, and he could imagine what he would say, 'Something like this could be used as evidence sometime in the future, how could you be so stupid boy. You have memories which no one but you and those involved need know about.'

But that wasn't going to stop Draco. He needed something to relieve the pressure from his brain. As it is, his head was already filled to the brim with stuff he would rather not remember, and this was the only solution he could think of.

So, at the moment, Draco was sitting on the floor of his very large bedroom, buried in a book about Pensive's. The time turning device, which he had almost finished, was sitting in his cauldron by the fireplace. (It needed to be 'purified' before it could be used.)

Abruptly, Draco slammed the book shut, causing his Eagle owl, Isis, to awake. She ruffled her feathers, and glared at him. But he didn't notice, as he was too busy staring disgustedly into another cauldron near his outstretched legs, which held a solid/liquid substance. The book said that this 'memory holding' mixture, should be a silvery-blue color. His was a girly looking pink.

Draco was very pissed off about this. He sighed, and stood up, stretching his legs. He had been sitting on the floor for the past hour, trying to see what it was he was doing wrong. He couldn't figure it out. He had followed the instructions exactly, first adding lacewing into a boiling cauldron full of water, and then three spider legs, pulled off a black widow. Then, he had let it sit from midnight until 2:00 a.m. on a full moon, stirring occasionally. He had then added extract of werewolf, and the hair of a black cat.

Draco closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose, trying to get rid of the oncoming headache. Upon opening his eyes, he saw a single cat hair, sticking to the side of the cauldron. He groaned. The cat hair hadn't fallen all the way into the potion. He carefully picked it up, and after giving it a dirty look, tossed it in the cauldron. With a flash of blinding green light, the potion turned silvery blue.

Grinning exhaustedly, Draco walked over to a cupboard, from in which he extracted an ancient stone basin. He walked back over to the potion, and, setting the basin on the floor, dumped the now silvery colored liquid into it. Before Draco could try out his Pensive, he heard the opening of the door that separated the hallway from the outer room of his quarters.

Heart racing, Draco jumped up, and grabbed the basin. He raced over to a stone gargoyle, and, tapping it with his wand (which was in his mouth) he mumbled "Caducei," and the gargoyle jumped aside, to reveal a hollowed out shelf. He slid his Pensive onto it, alongside a couple of PlayWizard Magazines (the Wizard version of Playboy) and managed to close the gargoyle, just as his father opened the door to the bedroom.


"Draco!" he barked, glaring at his son suspiciously. "School starts in exactly 5 days, and I suppose you haven't yet done what I assigned you at the start of summer holidays." He said, referring to the time turning device Draco had made.

"Actually sir, I have it their." He said, pointing to the other cauldron. Lucius looked at him, disbelief etched all over his face. "It will be done tomorrow sir, I assure you."

Lucius looked at him oddly. "Yes, well, I won't believe it until I see it." Draco inwardly sighed. His father had no faith in him whatsoever. "We will be going to Diagon Alley tomorrow. Did you get your letter?" Draco nodded. "Good. And did you do as I said and get out of Care of Magical Creatures?" Draco nodded again. "What class did you choose in replacement?"


"Arithmancy, sir." Lucius nodded approvingly.

"Good. Now go to bed. One of the house elves will awaken you at dawn. Good night then." He walked out of the room.

"Good night, father." Draco whispered, wishing that, for once, his father would show some affection to him. Dejectedly, her got up, and walked over to his wardrobe. He opened the doors, and pulled a pair of dark green silk pajamas from the top drawer.

He turned off all the candles with a wave of his wand, and then climbed into his giant bed. He lay their, thinking about what life would be like if his father actually loved him, and his mother actually spoke to him. Fantasizing about how he would spend nights around the fireplace with his family, telling them about his problems, maybe just sitting around, laughing, remembering all the good times they had had. HE finally drifted off to sleep, his fantasies becoming life-like in his dreams.



He was prodded awake the next morning, by a particularly ugly house elf. He had awoken him from a dream in which he was riding a dragon, a girl behind him. They had been talking, and Draco had been about to tell the mysterious girl he loved her, but, just as he was turning around to see her face, he woke up.

Now this made Draco really angry. And he took his anger out on the house elf, who felt that he had displeased his Master's son, and abruptly began banging his head on the wall. Draco got out of bed, feeling a little better. He ignored the elf (who was still banging his head on the wall) and went to the bathroom, to take a shower.

Twenty minutes later, he was clean, and dressed in a pair of leather pants and a dark green silk shirt (A/N doesn't that just give all you Draco lovers a wonderful picture in your mind to drool over?). HE smiled wickedly at the house elf (who was by now very bruised, after a half an hour of banging his head on the wall) and told him to go into the kitchens, and have his breakfast (2 Chocolate Chip pancakes and a scrambled egg) on the table by the time he got down there.

Of course, Draco knew he would never make it on time, because he was already walking out the door, and the house elf had much shorter legs. He beat the house elf down stairs, and it shut its overlarge nose in the oven as punishment, while at the same time attempting to bring Draco his food.

To Draco's great amusement, this caused the elf to dump Draco's breakfast all over himself, at the exact instant Lucius (similarly attired to Draco) walked into he kitchen. The house elf saw its master, and started to cry. Lucius gave it a very nasty look, and gave it a punishment of de-gnoming the garden. This wouldn't have been all that bad, except for the fact that this certain house elf was deathly afraid of gnomes.

AS another servant (this one a banshee) took Lucius' breakfast order, and re-cooked Draco's, Father and son talked. "Did you hear about Dumbledore and the Ministry?" Lucius asked. "Fudge, the stupid old fool, refuses to listen to Dumbledore about our master coming back, which is fine by me, but still, who can be so daft, they were bound to realize he would come back." At this, 'our master' part of his father's speech, Draco inwardly shuddered. 'Our master, he isn't my master, I don't want him to be my master,' he told himself, defiantly. Of course, he would never tell Lucius that.

By the time both of them had finished their breakfast, it was eight o'clock, and Lucius declared it time to leave, saying he had to make a quick stop at Knockturn Alley. Draco, Who didn't want to go there, pleaded Lucius to let him go to Diagon instead. "Father, can't I just go on ahead to Diagon Alley," he said, reasonably. "If someone were to see just one silver haired person there, they might not think anything about it, but two silver haired people coming form there, would be a dead giveaway to anyone."

Lucius agreed to this, saying that it would be better anyways, because he did not want Draco to know what he was doing ("you might slip and tell someone") but Draco knew that it was because Lucius did not want to be seen in Knockturn Alley with his son, because certain people might accuse him of teaching his son Dark Arts (which he was, but no one of any importance, besides Voldemort, knew that).

So, using a bit of Floo Powder, Lucius was gone, off somewhere in Knockturn Alley. And a minute later, Draco appeared in front of Forlean Fortesue's Ice-cream Parlour. And much to his annoyance, he was now face to face with Harry Potter, who was standing in front of the fireplace, apparently waiting for someone.

"What are you going here Malfoy?" he asked him, icily.

Draco looked at him. "Hmm, I wonder, what would I be doing here in a public fireplace, I don't know." He said, quit sarcastically.

Harry blushed a bit. "Move over Malfoy, I am waiting for someone, and unless you want her on top of you, you should move." Draco obliged, mainly because he didn't want some girlfriend of Harry's on top of him.

A second later, another person was falling out of the fireplace. Draco had expected it to be Hermione, but didn't think it was, because, while this person had brown hair, it wasn't bushy and short. This girl's hair was sleek and long. She looked up, and with a start Draco realized it was Hermione. He couldn't believe it. And apparently, neither could Harry.

"Hermie? Is that you?" he asked, mouth hanging open.

"No Potter, it's Pansy Parkinson wearing a tutu. Now close your mouth, or your going to be in danger of catching a few owls." This comment from Draco brought Harry back to reality.

"I don't remind you being invited into the conversation. Now shove off Malfoy." Harry snapped.

Before Draco could retort, Hermione cut in. "Are you two finished?" Both looked at Hermione again, and Draco was painfully aware of how pretty she was. He noticed her teeth were not beaver like anymore. Without even realizing it, he voiced his opinion out loud. Hermione laughed. "Yes, well as you obviously failed to notice, I got them shrunk last year when that spell of yours hit me, instead of Harry. By the way, I must thank you for that," she said, and he could feel himself color slightly. "Now if you'll excuse me, I came here to see Harry." She said, pushing past him.

As they walked away, Draco could hear Harry complain to Hermione. "I can't believe you were being civil to him, after all he has done to you..." Draco grinned. It always made his day to annoy Harry. Satisfied that no one had seen him fawning over the mudblood, he hurried over to the Apothecary to replenish his supply of potion ingredients.


By the time his father joined him, Draco had gotten all of his books, new school robes(his others were a couple inches too short) a new set of dress robes (black, of course) and was looking inside Quality Quidditch Supplies, at a new broom, the SilverDragon. His father walked in behind him, and whispered into his ear. "I've gotten you something Draco, but I can't show it to you until we are at home, safe from prying eyes." Draco nodded at him.

"Father, look at this broom." He said waving his hand at it. "It is magnificent, even better than the Firebolt. It has all the same things as the Firebolt, but improved." Draco watched as his father examined the SilverDragon, a look of approval on his face.

"How much Jarth?" he asked the owner. He looked at Lucius, and then at Draco.

"It costs 700 galleons, but" he said, in a whisper, "I'll give it to you for 500." Lucius smiled.

"Done." Draco grinned as his father opened his moneybag, and handed Jarth a slip of paper, (kind of like a check) that gave him permission to remove the amount from his vault.

"Thank you father." Draco said, smiling at him.

"Only the best for you Draco. You better beat Gryffindor at Quidditch this year." Lucius glared at him, ruining the moment. Draco's spirits soared once again, however, as Hermione, Ron, and Harry walked into the store, just as the Jarth handed him the broom. Harry and Ron both scowled darkly as he walked out the door, SilverDragon in hand.

"Back to the Manor now, father?"

"Yes Draco, have you gotten everything you needed for school?" he nodded, and Lucius continued. "I want to look at your new books. Particularly the Defense Against the Dark Arts one." Draco nodded once more, and they stayed silent until they reached the public fireplaces. "You first, be careful with that broom."

Draco threw some powder into the fire, and he stepped in, calling out "Malfoy Manor," and he disappeared, reappearing seconds later in the Manor's Parlour. His father came through a second later, pulling something out of his pocket as he walked out of the huge fireplace. Draco looked at him, interested. Lucius pulled a dragon amulet, which was hanging on a fine, silver chain.


"This Draco, is a very powerful magical object, but only on you." Draco looked at him, curiously. "Because of your name, must I explain everything?" he asked, exasperated. Draco shook his head, indicating he didn't have to. "Well, it has two 'powers.' One of them is this: Whenever you are wearing this, it will enable you to tell if someone is lying to you. The other, is in this," he said, tapping a small crystal in the dragon's claws, "It will double your curse and hex power." He looked at Draco, expecting a comment.

"But why do I need this father?" Lucius looked exasperated once again.

"You will learn, in time Draco, in time. Now, I must go. Leave your new school books in my library, so can look through them when I return." He turned to leave. "What about that thing of yours you were making, for next year? Is it done?" Draco nodded. "Good, I will want to see it when I return. Now go away, try out your broom or something." And with that, he Disapparated.


Draco glared a the spot where his father had been standing seconds before, and stood their until his mother walked into the room. "Oh, hello." She said, coldly. "I thought I had heard your father come home, but its only you."

"Oh, I love you too mother," he sneered, before turning on his heel and stomping out the room. He didn't look back once, but if he had, he would have seen his mother looking very annoyed.

Draco walked into his room, and slammed the doors behind him. He stomped over to his desk, and threw himself into his chair. A moment later, Draco heard the soft, wispy voice of his mirror. "Now, now darling. Sulking is not a good way to show your hurt. Tell me what's wrong honey."

Draco turned around, glaring at the mirror. "I'll tell you what's wrong, you. You are so nosy. Just go bother someone else, stupid mirror." His mirror gave a soft sort of cry, and for an instant Draco felt bad, but when she didn't reply, he forgot all about her.

He sat in his chair, lost in thought, for about an hour, before he remembered that his father wanted his new school books in the library when he got home. So Draco opened his bag, and pulled them out. He stacked them and carried them downstairs to the library, where he sat himself in his favorite chair near the fire, and got lost in his new Arithmancy book.


About three hours later, Lucius walked into his library, to find Draco in the same position he had been in hours before, about halfway through the Arithmancy book. "Good, I always like to see you learning the material before hand," he proclaimed, startling Draco.

"Ah, yes sir, I have been here for a while, I guess I forgot the time." He said, hoping to not get in trouble.

"Absorbed in the book? That interesting eh?" Draco nodded. "Very good, go away now, and leave me to look over your books." Draco got up, and marked his page.

"Do you want me to leave this as well?"

"Yes, I want to look through it, see what you will be learning this year." With that, Draco new he wasn't allowed anymore. SO, he went upstairs to his own library, near his room. While it was much smaller, it was filled with books that Draco would be more likely to read. He grabbed a muggle fantasy book (Dungeons and Dragons, written, Draco noted, by someone with the wrong idea of wizards) and sat down on the window seat, and read.


About an hour later, Draco was called by Narcissa to come downstairs to have dinner. He was surprised that he wouldn't be eating in his room (he usually did, unless their was important company) so he went down, apprehensive.

He entered the dining room, facing the backs of three people. One was his mother; the other was his father, and the other... Draco had no clue who this third person might be. Whoever it was, was very tall, and was wearing a swirling black cloak. Draco stared, curious, and then realized his hair was most likely sticking up at odd angles, and so he used his fingers to brush it down.

Lucius turned, and noticed Draco standing at the door. HE turner to the mysterious person in the Black Cloak, and muttered something. The man turned around. Draco shuddered. The man, while defiantly not Voldemort, was very creepy, like Voldemort. He had pale veiny skin, and orange, glowing eyes. "Ah, Lucius, this must be your son," he said, as a chilling smile crept onto his face.

"Draco, this is the Right Hand Man, I am afraid I cannot tell you his true name, for certain reasons." Narcissa turned around.

"Now that everyone is here, how about we dine?" Lucius and Creepy both nodded, and took a seat. Draco hesitated an instant, but Lucius sent him a very nasty look, which Draco read to mean, 'Don't screw up this one, this guy is important.' And so, not wanting to get in trouble with Lucius, he sat.

Dinner was an uncomfortable ordeal for Draco, because Creepy kept looking at him, and he felt as though he were being watched for flaws, or something along those lines.

After dinner, Lucius lead Creepy and Draco into his study. After taking a seat, Lucius pulled out the amulet he had shown Draco earlier, from his pocket. "Our guest wanted to be here when I gave this to you Draco, he wanted to make sure it was the real thing, and not just some silly toy."

Lucius beckoned Draco to come to him, and he placed the amulet around his neck. Draco's senses blocked out, for a couple seconds, and when they returned he could smell smells that he had never noticed before, he could see little specks of dust he didn't know existed, and he felt as though the air around him was cracking with electricity.

Of course, it was cracking, but not with electricity, but with power. Draco was shocked, and it appeared that Creepy and Lucius were as well. Whatever they had been expecting, it certainly wasn't that.

"This, is amazing, to say the least.." Creepy said in an awed voice. "Do a spell boy, any one..." Draco nodded, and he lifted his wand, performing the only spell he could think off.

"Lumos," he whispered. Instead of a single light from the end of his wand, a ball of light raised from it, emitting a brilliant white light. Both Creepy and Lucius covered their eyes. Draco said "Nox." And it went away. They stared at him once more, lost for words.

"Take it off, Draco." Lucius said, eventually. Draco took it off, and handed it to him. He put around his neck, and said "Lumos," nothing happened. He tried "Wingardium Leviosa," nothing. "Avada Kadavra," Nothing. He took it off, and handed it to his son. Creepy looked at him, his orange eyes piercing into Draco.

"Don't wear it all the time, until you have it controlled." He said to Draco. He turned to Lucius. "I need to report this to our Master. Make sure he controls it before he goes back to Hogwarts." Lucius nodded, and Creepy Disapparated.

Lucius looked at Draco oddly. "Go upstairs, and go to sleep. When you wake, we will go to the Quidditch Field, and you will learn to control that thing before you go back to Hogwarts." And with that, he turned his back on Draco.


Disclaimer - I own nothing J.K. owns (though I would love to own Draco) But I do own the plot.


A/N So people, how do you like it?? I tried my best to make it longer than my previous stories chapters have been... Anyways, please Review, and know that flames shall be used for marshmallows (I like mine black) and to light a fire in my fireplace. In other words, flame me for all I care, I need to know what you think about this!!!!! I love reviews... IGNORE THE FIRST REVIEW!! IT WAS MEANT FOR A DIFFERENT STORY, AND I HAVE NO CLUE WHY IT WAS PUT ON MY OWN STORY!!! IF I GET ANY REVIEWS ASKING 'WHY DID YOU REVIEW YOUR OWN STORY?' THEN I WIL KNOW YOU OBVIOUSLY DID NOT READ THIS!