A/N: I was camping this week and I started to dream of this story. This is my first Harry Potter Fanfiction so bear with me if I don't get the characters right.

Disclaimer: I am not J.K Rowling. I own nothing.

Okay, so since I've been gone for way too long, I went back and revamped all the chapters.

Chapter One: Realization

Draco Malfoy could not believe that the girl standing in front of him was the Dark Lord's daughter. She was just too nice, too sweet, and innocent. She didn't even look like him. She was short, always had been for her age. She could barely make it on a roller coaster. She had black hair and was pale. She had these pale, green eyes that felt like they could look straight into your soul and see every bad thing you've ever done.

On the days where Draco can't help but think about the war, he doesn't like to look her in the eye. He can barely stand to look himself in the eye, let alone her.

She's one of my son's best friends, he thought, and she's the daughter I always wanted.

Draco Malfoy watched her grow up. During those first years, he waited for her to say or do something that showed she was like Voldemort. He waited for her to become like Voldemort. He watched and waited and kept his distance from her. But she never did.

Once, when Scorpius and her were six, they found a bird with a broken wing. Scorpius just wanted to give it to him and be done with it. But she took the bird and healed it back to health. She watched it fly away once the bird was able to. Her eyes tracked every move the bird made.

She had always been as solid as a rock. When Scorpius's mother died, she was the one who held their family together. She kept Draco and Scorpius from falling out of orbit when their sun was brutally ripped away.

Sometimes, when Draco is in a particularly masochistic mood, he wonders what would have happened to them if she wasn't there. He wonders what would he have done to himself. He wonders what would have happened to Scorpius. When the thoughts turn too dark, too painful for him and he has to shake himself out of it, he goes and seeks out the comfort of his children. He reassured himself that she was there, that he and Scorpius are just fine.

The night before she was due to go the Hogwarts, Draco kept himself up all night with worries. He worried about what would happen without her there to help him. Since she was a year older than Scorpius, Draco would be left alone with Scorpius for a year.

Draco knew that he would have the support of his mother and Pansy and Blaise, but Draco couldn't help but worry.

He worried about what would happen to her. He worried about what the kids would do to a Death Eaters child. She would be the first Death Eater child to attend Hogwarts since the war.

He worried about what the teachers would do. Would they treat her like all the other kids? Would they treat her as scum and trash? Would they, Merlin forbid, break her down and rip her apart? Would anyone care if they did that?

Draco didn't sleep at all that night. Then, the next morning, she walked downstairs and, blinking sleepily at him, asked if he got any sleep last night. Draco lied and said he got a full night's sleep.

He knew she would worry if he told her the truth.

They got ready and soon left after that. Draco carried a half-asleep Scorpius to the car to go to the train station. He helped her into the car and they drove off. Draco was jumping with nerves. When they pulled up to the station, Draco put on his public face. He wiped all emotions off of his face.

Everyone stared when they entered. But the attention shifted when Harry Potter and his clan arrived. Draco completely forgot Potter's firstborn son was his daughter's age. Last night's worries suddenly hit him full force. Draco stopped breathing for a second. His attention was grabbed his son, asking if it was time for his sister to leave, as she was teasing him about how young he was. Draco nodded, smiling slightly.

He bent down to her level. He wrapped her in hug and told her he loved her and, if she needed to come home, all she had to do was ask. She told him she loved him. Draco helped her put her trunk in the train and watched her climb the stairs. As she was climbing the stairs, Harry Potter's nephew -Fabian? Fred!- rushed by her. He knocked her into the staircase. Draco went to go help her but a boy with jet-black hair helped her regain her balance.

Draco knew, just by his hair, who he was. He was James Potter, Harry Potter's son.

"I'm sorry about Fred. He's a bit of an airhead. He doesn't really notice other people until it's too late." he apologized. "I'm James Potter, by the way."

"It is fine. I am Addison Malfoy." she replied, warily.

"Are you a first-year too?" James asked, unfazed by the last name. Addison nodded slowly.

"Awesome! How about you come sit with me and my family? I'm a first-year too, by the way." James stated, by the way obviously his catchphrase. Addison seemed wary.

"I don't know..." she murmured, distrust on her face. She obviously expected there was a catch.

"C'mon. I promise we don't bite." he joked. As Addison slowly nodded her consent, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her in the direction of his compartment. Addison turned back to look at Draco for one flitting moment before she was gone.

Draco was in shock. He never expected that to happen. He was still in shock when Harry Potter suddenly appeared at his side.

"You saw that too, right?" Potter asked, not nearly as fazed as Draco was. Draco nodded slowly.

"Yes. I did." he replied.

"Good. I didn't want to get an angry letter from you about finding out my son is trying to be friends with your daughter." Potter said, walking away from Draco. Draco regained his public face and threw a dirty look at Potter's back.

Draco picked up his son's hand and, without looking at the Potters and Weasleys, walked away. Draco was filled with a new worry now, one he though he would never have to worry about.

This worry had to do with James Potter and a certain spell that was used on Addison by her real father.