The same moment an orphan baby boy with a fresh scar on his head was being transported over England on a giant flying motorbike, Lucius Malfoy was keeled over clutching at his left arm. His shouting woke his one year old son, and his wife, Narcissa, was desperately trying to calm them both.

"What, dear, what is it?" she cried, attempting to rock her precious boy back to sleep. "Please, please talk to me! What has happened to him? Is it a message?" Lucius grimaced awfully and ripped his sleeve open so quickly that two polished black buttons went skidding across the floor. The mark on his arm, which incuded a skull head and a snake, was writhing.

"Something's wrong," groaned Lucius Malfoy, "Because it's definitely not calling for a meeting. Something is wrong with the dark lord."

Narcissa tried to reply but was drowned out by the wailing coming from her arms.

"Shut up!" barreled Lucius, his temper obviously shortened by the extreme pain soaring through his left arm into his body. "Narcissa, send an owl to someone. Anyone; Goyle, Snape, I don't care. Just find out what's going on." The woman started to exit with the small loud bundle in hide arms but Lucius stopped her again.

"Give me Draco. I'll deal with him right now." Narcissa froze, and although she did not dare to say anything, her hesitancy in leaving her son with her husband was obvious.

"Give him to me."

"I can just-"

"I did not instruct you to do that right now. Find out what's going on and GIVE HIM TO ME." The bundle of a boy was laid carefully in his father's arms and Narcissa reluctantly exited the room.

Lucius glared down at his noisy red son.

"It's time to teach you a lesson," he said impatiently as he took out his wand.


The Malfoys really had no reason to be unhappy in life aside from the fact they had been handed some very dark cards. They were purebloods, something they took a lot of pride in, so they could not be ashamed at their spot in the wizarding world.

Lucius Malfoy was a tall man with long, flowing white hair. He had gone up though Slytherin, as was tradition in his family, and he was very proud of his heritage. He worked a job at the Ministry of Magic, a rather high ranking, if you will, and he could certainly provide more than well enough for his family.

His wife, Narcissa Black, originally, had followed the same path as him. She tended to their large, rather expensive house, but that mostly included watching over their house elf and making sure to pick out every flaw in Dobby's work. Personally, Narcissa didn't care for some of the activities her husband got himself involved in, although she would never protest.

For example, he had gotten himself all up and involved in Lord... Lord Voldemort, and he demanded so much from Lucius. Narcissa could tell her husband regretted his decision to become a Death Eater, but he was much to haughty and proud to admit it. Plus, not to mention the consequences at the ministry- or worse, at the hands of the Dark Lord himself if word got out of Lucius not wanting to continue being a Death Eater.

Besides the decisions out of her control, Narcissa's life had been made a little less dank and depressing with the birth of her first son, Draco. He was absolutely stunning, with perfect blond hair and stunning, shining gray eyes. She could not ask for a better little boy.

If it was up to her Narcissa Malfoy would have prefered to raise Draco on her own. Lucius was not intentionally cruel, he was just... well, they would just have to see how their son would turn out.


AN: Yes, this is short, but it's an intro chapter because I don't know how this is going to turn out yet. Let me explain to you what I'm going for here.

I am certain there are Drarry stories which explain nearly everything from Draco's point of view, but I haven't found them yet so I must write one.

My goal is to write side by side with the book to stay as accurate as possible- except, you know, it's Drarry, so something has got to be different about it.

I wanted to write something long, so lets see how this lasts. I'm going to try to make the chapters of this parallel to the Philosopher's Stone, so wish me luck.

Don't worry, chapters will definitely be longer.

Also I don't own Harry Potter, what do you figure.

And don't just completely hate, please. Thanks loves.