Prologue
**NOTICE**
All Seventh Year students are to bring a muggle to Hogwarts on October 1st.
Professor Dumbledore is perfectly aware of the implications of this request, and would like to point out that all muggles will be Obliviated upon return home.
This is to promote awareness of Muggle Support and bring down bullying of muggleborns.
Any student who does not participate will be expelled.
You have until September 25th to ask a muggle and confirm with a teacher.
Your muggle must be at least fifteen years of age.
SQUIBS DO NOT COUNT AS MUGGLES!
Thank You, have a nice day!
That was the note that every seventh year at Hogwarts received when they came down to breakfast. There were shouts, of joy, confusion, protest, rage, disgust, worry, and glee.
Dumbledore was conveniently missing.
Harry Potter, upon reading this note, promptly groaned and put his head down on the table. Hermione looked over disapprovingly.
"Honestly, Harry, it's not that bad! Think of all the possibilities!" She scolded.
Harry made a noncommittal noise. Hermione smiled. "Oh, I wonder who I'll bring? All my friends would love to come!"
Ron sighed. "I suppose I'll have to bring my aunt's second cousin's best friend's brother-in-law. She's the only muggle in the family."
Harry groaned. They both looked at him. "Who will you bring?" Ron asked.
"The only muggles I know are the Dursleys." Harry said miserably. "I'll have to take Dudley."
All three simultaneously shivered.
On the other side of the Great Hall, the Slytherin table had erupted in protest. Most of them being Pureblood, many knew not a single muggle, and even if they did, wouldn't want the taint on their skin.
"We'll start a riot!" Millicent Bulstrode yelled.
"Have a sit-in! Barricade the doors!" Theodore Nott called.
Several others nodded their agreement. The yelling and fussing got louder, and louder, until almost no one could hear anyone else.
Suddenly, the entire table quieted down. A boy had spoken, a single word, and somehow the whole table had heard. And had listened. And had OBEYED. And outsiders would think, "Who could calm a whole table of angry purebloods with one barely-a-whisper word?"
The answer to that, my friends, lies in their leader. The only one who can control them, who wields power over all the snakes, who's regality and pride rival that of a king.
Draco Malfoy gazed coolly over his domain.
"No." He repeated. The snakes looked at him incredulously.
"No?" Blaise Zabini, his right-hand man, asked. "What do you mean, no?"
Draco stared at him. "I mean, no. You saw the sign. Expulsion. I will not have any of my students expelled over such a trifle matter. The muggles will be Obliviated, so what's the deal? Are you so above everyone else that you can't see logic?"
Everyone stared at him. He sighed. "I see my words are wasted. Please, carry on."
Everyone rushed to apologize. "Please, Draco, do go on. We would love to hear you." Pansy, a lowly groupie in his eyes, begged.
"Very well." Draco continued. "Slytherins are a proud bunch. It's true, we are. And we have reason to be, do we not?"
The table murmurs agreement.
"So then, why should we not have pity on those less fortunate than us?" Draco asked. "Why must we sit alone while others have fun? Muggles are a prime example of why we are special, why we are better. And I think you forget that!" He shouted.
The Slytherins looked confused. "Forget what?" a fourth year asked, lost as to what was going on.
"Forget why we are who we are." Draco answered. "Forget what makes us wizards and witches, what makes us magical. I think it would be good for all of you to bring a muggle to school. Study them, interact with them, be friendly to them. And then tell me what you've learned."
The crowd of snakes gazed up at him adoringly. They nodded.
Draco smiled. "And when the day is over, and the muggles are returned home in one piece, we can lord our control over the other houses, and amaze them with our sincerity!"
"Yeah!" Shouts of triumph and rallying cries went up around the table, and Draco Malfoy sat back, gazing lovingly at his subjects.