A/N- So this is the revised reversion of Chapter 1, and thanks to my awesome Beta I have finally fixed the grammar, now for chapter 2 to be edited!

This is a fan fiction so normal disclaimers apply.

slash featuring Draco/OC then Draco/Harry

Ron/Hermione and OC/OC

Hope you Enjoy!

Malfoy Manor

Malfoy exhaled heavily; running his hands across his father mahogany desk. Remembering his childhood years sneaking into his fathers study to stare at the grand desk, fantasizing over what it would be like to sit behind such a masterpiece of wood work. He would stare awe inspired at all the ministry officials as they came seeking advice, they would cower for him like they did for his father, he to would demand fear and subsequently respect. Draco had learnt from a young age that fear meant respect like no other but, it had been too late before he realised that it was not the type of respect he desired. Now the great desk was as pockmarked and lacerated as the Malfoy reputation and commanded as much respect as a cracked tea set. The time of the Malfoys had long passed and now other pure blooded families were thrown into tumultuous rivalries hoping to replace them, Draco was in no place to compete himself- not that he wished to. He was unhappy but safe and to him that was all that mattered currently.

Malfoy struggled in and out of everyday, unable to forget often finding his mind straying back… The trial; the fear, the hate and ultimately to Potter and Alexander Tomkins. Both of whom he was highly indebted, which was a fact that constantly bothered him though the former more than the latter. He hated debt, whether in was in relation to money or pride though he'd never worried about the money aspect unless someone owed it to him. But, now as he looked around the desolate halls of the mansion and walked its lonely corridors, he wished that he could go back a change what had happened he'd have his money, his wand (oh how he missed his wand) and most of all his family though the thought of missing his father is something he'd never openly admit. However he most certainly missed his mother who he hadn't seen in almost a month, and would be able to visit in just a few days.

FLASHBACK

Draco shuddered as cold air swept mercilessly around him, gripping his lungs with icy claws. It was the day of the great trials, all the most prolifically offending Deatheaters were imprisoned in high risk temporary confinement awaiting their final judgement- as was he and his family. Draco almost wished to be back in his freezing cell with the dementors and iced over waste disposal pipe; all of which he was slowly becoming accustomed to The persistent glares and the biting remarks here in the prison transport were colder than anything he experienced in the cell, all things combined he just wanted to curl up and die.

Finally the bus pulled up to a screeching halt outside the ministry and they were all ordered off, shackles grinding and clinking together in some tuneless song orchestrated by a deaf conductor. A greasy mop of white-blonde hair caught Draco's eye and he looked away quickly when the bowed head turned as if it had felt the reluctant gaze of his son fall upon him, Draco refused to have anything to do with that man and the pain he had caused.

The procession entered through away Draco had never been, and why would he have? It was the prisoner's entrance, there was no grand marble or granite arches pillars or figures just a filthy expanse of what had once been red Victorian brick; but now appeared more of dirtied grey-brown. It was magically enhanced to withstand the power of any angry witch or wizard unfortunate enough to be caught with their wands at another's throat or their fingers in another's money bag. It was damp and mildew crept along the wall nearest to the young Malfoy but, there was no cruel wind, so for that at least he was grateful. The prisoner entrance was unique to the rest of the building, being solely used for those preparing for a trial were the outcome was already decided and definitely not swinging in their direction. Draco chose not to think about that fact.

After what seemed like years a high pitched voice broke the silence with the screech he had been dreading "Malfoy, Draco."

Pushing himself out of his half crouched position he whimpered slightly, drawing leering cackles from his fellow convicts which caused him to flush a horrid royal red though it could not be seen in the dim lighting. With his legs shaking from fear and exhaustion he walked towards the voice, slipping slightly on the slime covered tiles beneath his feet, each step hurt and the slip sent shock waves up the inside of his left leg. This was it, the time of judgement: he was to be called before what remained of the Wizagamont and put on trial for crimes though he knew not of which. After what seemed like another eternity he reached the door and stepped out into the light that temporarily blinded him and left him blinking stupidly at the surrounding guards who took the opportunity to shove their wands into his lower back painfully.

"Move along deatheater scum." The tall brutish man to his left growled threateningly as his smaller but no less vicious friend pressed harder with his wand, as if to see if the blunt object really could make it out the other side of his quarries body. Draco refused to give them the pleasure of seeing his pain and followed their command.

"You can treat this piece o' shit with its justice deserved when it gets outta court- blame it on the mob I says" The same voice that called his name minutes before sneered from the door Malfoy had just passed through, he was a small grey haired ratty looking man with prickly bristles and yellowed teeth, which protruded from his mouth in a tight cluster, his appearance and mannerisms had the unfortunate but not undeserved effect of reminding Malfoy of Wormtail, both repulsed and fearful Draco Malfoy quickened his pace despite the agony it caused around his knee and ankles of his left leg. He thought longingly of a painless and solitary abyss.

Upon entering the courtroom the heir of Malfoy could not help but gasp, from ceiling to the floor it was packed with people and the seats and walls even appeared to have been skilfully extended to fit the copious amounts of people who had squeezed in for The Great Trials. Many of whom seemed to be magically live streaming it, which was undoubtedly illegal, though no apparent move was being made to stop it. It was now that the pocket that held his wand never felt so empty what with so many others using theirs. The low mumble of the great crowd silenced upon realising his arrival before breaking into mocking screams and angry accusations that was once more silenced but this time by the new minister of magic that had replaced Scridgemore.

Draco recognised him to be Kingsley Shacklebolt A man who was very obviously of high principles which had firmly set him against the Malfoy family, he was also very fair in his judgements The young Malfoy felt a beat of hope- maybe this time tomorrow he wouldn't be preparing for a life of rotting in Azkaban, he just needed to act subservient and remorseful. wouldn't be difficult as it wouldn't be acting.

A woman with neatly coiffed brunette hair stood gracefully, waiting for Minister Shacklebolt's wordless signal to continue, he gave it, and she seemed to revel in it, Draco couldn't help the mental snide comment regarding the lady's painfully obvious crush on the Minister of Magic

"Are you Mr Draco Malfoy?" It was neither a question or a statement, more of a weird in-between that left him unsure of whether a response was expected, to be safe he nodded the affirmative.

"You are required to speak Mr Malfoy this is being recorded."

"Uh, yes ma'am I am Draco Malfoy" He flushed slightly, wringing his hands together in the search for warmth.

"Mr Malfoy you stand accused of being a deatheater; allegiances with he -who- shall- not- be- named- attempted murder, torture and destroying an ancient magically concealed room with in the Wizarding school of Hogwarts." Several low hisses emitted from the crowd, causing the pretty woman to glare but Draco had a feeling it was not for his benefit, but rather because she was rather piqued at the lack of correct court procedure "Do you have anything to say in your defence?"

"I do Ma'am, all of those crimes you have listed I had no willing part in, and in many cases none at all, all of which were performed while I was underage and/or under the imperius curse for extended periods of time. I therefore plead reduced responsibility." A woman nearby in shocking purple robes hissed, whilst another man with a short beard and a scar traveling the length of his face bellowed angrily "All these Deatheaters are the same, everyone of them was 'cursed by another'!"There was a round of cheering for this man who looked rather pleased with himself. Even when he had to be dragged from the courtroom screaming how it was the same as the last uprising.

Malfoy swallowed the lump in his throat, anxiously cracking his knuckles. This was the only sign of his fear as the conundrum died down. Draco managed to tear his eyes from the scuffed floor in search of a friendly face, upon seeing none his eyes dropped again.

He refused to look at the gathered crowd because, for them his fate was already decided.

"Mr Malfoy do you have any evidence for your claims taking into account the evidence piled against you?"

"No ma'am" He heard his voice tremor

"Do you have any witnesses willing to testify for you?"

"I don't even have a lawyer ma'am."

"Answer the question Malfoy or you will be charged of contempt of court." Her annoyance made her all the more curt, she seemed a lot less pretty now her face was marred by the ugly frown.

"No ma'am I do not" I'm not prepared oh merlin help me, no one would take me I'm going to rot in prison oh bloody Merlin...

"As Mr Malfoy has no further evidence or witness I will call for the Wizagamont to vote with suggestion they find him guilty…" oh crap. Malfoy's face crumpled in fear, his waxy skin paling in the half light.

"I WILL STAND FOR MALFOY," A loud voice shouted across the courtroom, Malfoy looked up in shock to see the familiar rumpled black hair and gangly figure of…Potter? His long legs carried the seething ex-Gryffindor across the room at a surprising pace, and for once Draco really was not going to argue against Potters hero complex despite his reluctance to trust his childhood arch-nemesis, he really did need some help right now. "I will stand for Malfoy." Potter repeated a lot calmer the second time.

The trial continued for hours as Potter called up tests and examinations that in his panic Malfoy had not thought to suggest Veritaserum; the use of a Pensieve, an examination from the aging Ollivander on Draco's wand and the whole trio- some more begrudgingly than others - testified.

Now all was left was the verdict…

Minister Shaklebolt rose from his seat and the muttering stopped, hundreds of eyes turned to watch him as he began to speak in deep rich tones

"Evidence has been given- the jury and Wizardgamont shall now retreat to the conference room, break is in session and you all will be called back when court reconvenes- wizagamont follow my adviser Madame Virtupia to the next room. Mr Potter follow me, thank you."

Onlookers slowly trailed out of the cold courtroom and though Draco could only hear snippets of conversation before they merged into the background babble, the general consensus seemed a lot more positive for his part. The perks of the 'chosen one' Malfoy mentally remarked though not snidely as he had always done before. After the last dawdler had eventually drifted out the entrance, it was Malfoy's turn to leave and he was reminded of this by a sharp prod on the right side of his back.

"Hurry up scumbag, don' wanna miss deatheater gruel d'ya?" The leering face of a uniformed guard appeared beside him, hot stale breath assaulted his senses and Draco swore he could feel flecks of spittle hit his face.

"Oi! Grimpor leave him alone its end of your shift anyway."

"Fine. I was just tellin' it not ta'h miss it's last meal 'fore," the guard- Grimpor grinned maliciously pausing for effect, "'fore Azkaban." He said Azkaban with emphasise, similar to a Muggle doing an impression of a ghost in an attempt to frighten him, and though the young man was too ashamed to ever admit, he was afraid.

"Out Grimpor! Fudge may have had no problem with your ways but I do and the Minister most certainly does now out! And they are people not an IT!" the young, sandy haired guard shouted, his face turning a colour reminiscent of a boiled beetroot.

"This in't tha las' of it Tomkins, you'll be 'earing from me soon 'nough and you'll be sorry!" The grisly old guard with the foul breath and pallid face like uncooked bread dough backed out of the defence ring were Malfoy was sat centre stage towards the 'prisoner' entrance which Draco had entered through hours before He turned on his heel and continued to stride angrily down the corridor, followed by lower ranking Ministry of Magic wardens who had stood silently at the doorway awaiting his return.

"Sorry about him he always was a bit of an old fashioned jerk." Tomkins said grinning abashedly still a bit pink in the face which he tried in vain to cover with his curly strawberry blonde fringe "You've had a hard enough trial without the likes of him rubbing you the wrong way, but don't worry I think Harry Potters got you off this one!" He continued cheerfully, Draco was definitely beginning to like this guard, he seemed so genuine, the kind of guy who could make friends with anybody who he chose to.

"Thank you… Tomkins…?"

"Ah you're welcome, though by the way my friends don't call me Tomkins, the names Alexander or Alex or for the particularly annoying person its Alexi though I suggest against that one!" The happy chattering of Draco's saviour/guard/friend(?)- Draco really hoped this man would be a friend- was at stark odds with his current mood, but never was Draco more relieved to be surrounded by such a happy person. "-Oh and don't bother introducing yourself I've just been stood watchman in your trial for a good 4 hours I most likely know more about you than your own mother!" Alex grinned again at Draco Malfoys surprise… He had made a friend… Draco was never good at making friends, he had always said the wrong thing or done the wrong thing; he'd never even thought it could be so easy! Part of him could not help but think he was imagining everything; Potter defending him a Malfoy in court, Alex Tomkins becoming his friend it was all so surreal. Draco almost expected to wake up in the temporary cell to be carted off to the Ministry for real. Alex continued to smile as if he could read the younger man's mind and thought he was being ridiculously funny in thinking such a thing as that.

"Oh Merlin I forgot! You must be starving and you've been sat there hours, what do you say to a bit of lunch?"

The grumble unwittingly emitted from the stomach of Malfoy at the mention of food was enough to answer the question and give the uniformed guard enough of a chuckle that the blue buttons of his practical work robes strained ever so slightly over his muscular chest A pastel pink dusted Draco's nose, cheeks and ears in a very Weasley-ish style; the thought of which caused an even brighter flush and an even louder laugh.

"Oh goodness that has got to be enough making fun of poor Master Malfoy for one day! Now onwards to food!"

"Oi Malfoy!" A familiar voice called through the door of the study that adjoined the small private library that had been his fathers. "What's this Jazz?" Draco sighed, it had been 6 months since the trial and meeting Alex Tomkins, and he had still not successfully weaned his new friend off the all too regular use of the word Jazz. Alex was a good guy, but that did not mean the overwhelming urge to throttle him did not appear ever so often in the back of his mind and right now was one of the those moments. But he chose to let it slide

"It's probably nothing- everything of any interest that I knew of has been taken"

"Nah seriously Drake, this shits cool as hell!" oh merlin not again whenever Alex said that it ALWAYS meant trouble, he was just prone it, misfortune followed him everywhere, only last week he tripped over an enchanted toilet roll which did not end prettily and he looked set to do something rather similar again today "Draccoooo stop sulking and reminiscing, check this out!"

"Fine." Draco huffed pushing himself up from one of the few chairs the Manor had left after the retributions had been paid, not that Draco was complaining, his mother and he were not in Azkaban. Though the same could not be said for his father, who was too far in for Potter to help, even if he'd been so inclined.

Draco walked slowly around the desk, when no one but Alex was there to see him, Draco was free to walk at the pace he pleased without question, able to ignore the slight limp which he had to force down in public.

"What is it?" Draco leaned against the doorframe, peering into the semi darkness at his friend and guard in the far corner, who sat cross-legged behind a pile of the books that remained in his library. Curiosity got the better of him, as he knew it would and he crossed the room to perch across from the blue-eyed man who was lit up like a Christmas tree with excitement.

"Say hello-" a book was thrust into his face and he huffed in frustration, unable to read writing pressed to his face"-to 'Wandless Magic- the way of the word and the power of the mind', Malfoy you'll be able to do magic again with the help of this book!"

"Aren't you supposed to be discouraging me from this stuff and reporting it to the Ministry, you know as my HOUSE ARREST guard and all… this ringing any bells?" Draco intoned with heavy sarcasm and raised eyebrows.

"Well mansion-arrest guard, but seriously those guys are so boring plus everyone knew you were innocent, they just wanted to keep the mobs happy what they don't know won't hurt them!" There was no winning against Alex Tomkins and the only reason for this was the fact his arguments were so stupid that the only way to counter one of them was to argue something equally was a level Malfoy never would drop to, at least that's what Malfoy chose to believe.

"Fine." Draco had to admit he really did want to do magic again and with his wand being confiscated he never thought that would be possible. But now there was a chance… "I'll do it!" Draco lunged suddenly grabbing Alex into a tight embrace taking even himself by surprise having not shown so much affection for anyone since his second birthday when, much to his father's disapproval his mother bought him a dragon cuddly toy which sang Muggle nursery songs- though if his father had known it was Muggle songs Draco doubted it would have lasted the full week which it did before Lucius got fed-up of the repetitive tunes and burnt it 'alive' anyway.

"Great we'll start tomorrow! Oh… look at the time it's the end of my shift… Morton will be taking over until 9am tomorrow then it will be me again until 9 pm so we'll have a good 12 hours of practice- providing you're up by then!" Alex added only semi jokingly as he enjoyed frequently pointing out Malfoy's alleged laziness.

"Jerk."

"The power of your words tear a hole in my heart… I'm just so hurt I think I might die!"

"Sure they do…"

POP!

"Ah that'll be Morton, I best be off…" Alex raised his right hand in a four-fingered salute with a gap between his middle finger and the ring finger and said his trademark farewell with faux-seriousness that Malfoy repeated back to him though he wasn't entirely sure what his friend was referencing "live long and prosper."

"Live long and prosper."

Alexander gave a white-toothed smile before vanishing from existence with ballet-esque pirouette and a crack similar to the sound of a Muggle car backfiring though Malfoy had no idea what one of those were.

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-Puggy