A/N: ~I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!~ anyways this story is adopted! There are a few parts where I edited the first ten chapters (which were written by the original author.) but I didn't change much. Just a few minor edits and one or two line changes to give a bit of foreshadowing. Ill sometimes tell you in authors notes if I changed anything but I might forget sometimes. Anyways~ to the story!

Seven-year-old Harry Potter was currently weeding the garden. He had to finish by 6:00 so he could cook dinner. It was 5:30 and he wasn't even halfway done yet. His cousin, Dudley Dursley, walked out with a large lollipop in his oversized hand.

"Whatcha doin' freak?" Dudley asked.

"I'm weeding the garden," Harry replied calmly. He knew shouting was only going to earn him a beating.

Dudley suddenly threw his lolly in the dirt and started wailing at the top of his lungs. Harry's aunt Petunia came running out to see what was wrong.

"What happened Diddykins?"

"He-he knocked my lolly out of my hand and put it the dirt!" Dudley wailed.

Petunia glared at her nephew. "How dare you?" she asked.

She took Harry inside and called for Vernon, her husband.

When he arrived, she told him what Harry had done.

"So you think you can just do anything, don't you boy?" Vernon asked.

Harry tried to talk, but found he couldn't.

Vernon started beating up poor Harry.

As soon as the beating was over, it lasted a good 15 minutes, Harry was sent to his cupboard under the stairs with no supper. He ached all over and had what he suspected was a broken wrist. He curled up in a ball -that's where he had the least pain- and fell asleep.

When he awoke, it was 1:00 AM. He tried to see if his cupboard was unlocked. It was. He went to the front door. He had had the plan of running away in his mind for awhile now; he had just never found the perfect opportunity like this one. He reached for the doorknob, but he couldn't reach it, even when he jumped. His body still ached, so it protested at the jumping. He started crying softly and whispered, "Please open!" The door opened. It was one of the inexplicable things that had happened around him. He dashed outside, thankful it was a cool summer night.

He finally arrived at some iron gates. Unknown to him, these were the gates to Malfoy Manor. He was tired after so much walking, so he leaned against the gates. This set off the alarm at the house, letting the Malfoys know someone was at their gates. Lucius cast a Sensory Charm to see who was at the gates. When he saw it was a little boy, he walked down the driveway to open the gates and talk to the kid.

He said, "Hello child," before opening the gates so he wouldn't startle the young boy.

Harry replied with a shy, "Hullo sir."

"Would you like to come inside and have a cup of tea?" Lucius asked.

"I would like that very much, thanks,"

"Okay then, follow me," and with a swish of his cloak, was heading up the driveway, careful to take smaller steps so the child could follow easily.

Upon reaching the house, the door opened and Narcissa Malfoy stood at the doorstep.

"Lucius, what-oh. Hello there. What's your name little boy?" Narcissa asked.

"Harry," Harry said.

"And your last would be...?"

"Potter."

Both Malfoys gasped. They couldn't believe it was Harry Potter. Mrs. Malfoy recovered first and said, "Well, Harry, come on in."

Harry walked in and gasped at the vastness of the house.

"It's so big! I like it," Harry said.

Narcissa chuckled at the comment. "Well, I'm glad you like it. Would you like to see our son Draco?"

"You mean you would let me be friends with him? My uncle Vernon said nobody would want to be friends with a freak like me," Harry replied.

The couple exchanged a glance. What the heck had happened to Harry? The Malfoys had seen the bruises ever since he stepped in the house. Now they hear he was called names by his own uncle? What was going on?

"Of course you be friends with Draco, Harry. You are not a freak," Lucius said.

"Thank you sir. Am I allowed to ask questions?" Harry asked.

"Yes you are Harry. If you ever have a question, I want you to ask us," Narcissa stated.

"OK. Can I eat something? I haven't had food since two nights ago."

The Malfoys exchanged another glance. No food?

"Sure Harry. Dobby!" Lucius called.

There was a CRACK, and Dobby the house-elf appeared.

"Can you make some food for our guest, Harry Potter?" Lucius asked. He always treated his house-elf with kindness.

"H-Harry P-Potter?" squeaked Dobby.

"Yeah," said Harry.

"I am most pleased to meet you!" Dobby said.

"Me too. I mean, uh, you," Harry said.

"What would Master Harry Potter sir like for breakfast?"

"Just call me Harry."

"Okay Master Harry. What would you like for breakfast?"

"Er, some eggs, toast and jam, and apple juice please, Dobby."

"Okay sir, Dobby will get right on it!" and disappeared with a pop.

Harry lifted his broken wrist and asked Narcissa if she could fix it.

"Sure," Narcissa said. She took her and and preformed a healing spell. Harry was fascinated by the magic.

"I like magic!" he exclaimed.

"It's a good thing you do because you can do magic too. You're a wizard Harry."

"Really?"

"Yes, but you have to wait until you are eleven to be able to control it."

"That's okay. Right now I'm just happy to be away from my relatives. Can you heal by bruises too?"

Narcissa healed his bruises with another wave of her wand, and a few minutes later, Harry was in the dining room eating his breakfast. He was enjoying the taste of warm eggs and cold apple juice. He finished off his breakfast and asked if he could meet Draco.

"Of course Harry," Narcissa said.

Just then, Draco walked in the room, still in his pajamas. He saw Harry, stopped, and asked, "Why is that kid here?"

"Because his parents were killed and his relatives hurt him badly. He ran away to here and we rescued him," Cissa replied.

"Oh. Neat! I mean that you rescued him," he added seeing his parents' expressions.

"Hello Draco," said Harry shyly.

"Hello, uh, what's your name?" Draco asked.

"Harry."

"Cool name. Wanna see my room after I eat my breakfast?"

"Um, sure." Harry waited until Draco had finished his breakfast before following him up the stairs to his room. The room was decorated in silver and green.

"Cool colors!" Harry exclaimed.

"Thanks," said Draco. They then spent the rest of the morning playing with the amazing wizard toys that Draco had. It was all very interesting for Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived.

A/N: okay so this is the first chapter of the story. I did not write this part nor the first ten chapters. This story is Adopted! I will post all the original chapters then start on my own.

~Mischief Managed!~