"Lucius."
"Headmaster."
As Lucius Malfoy walked into Dumbledore's office that breezy summer's morning, he had no idea of the events that would follow. He had been summoned there immediately just 5 minutes before. Confused and slightly concerned, he sank into a grey armchair and looked expectantly at the elderly headmaster.
"It has come to my attention that Harry Potter is being neglected at his relatives' home," he began.
Lucius felt both surprised and worried at this statement. Since turning from the Dark Lord after his downfall 10 years ago, he had become rather fond of the messy haired boy. Despite this, he, like most others, presumed that Harry was treated like a prince at home. Frankly, he did deserve recognition after defeating the most dangerous wizard in history when he was just an infant. Albus, noticing his expression, smiled.
"I hoped you would be concerned," he went on, "because I intend to place Harry Potter with a new family as soon as possible, and I hoped you would be game."
The elder Malfoy was, for the first time in years, lost for words. What could he say? He wanted to say yes, he was fond of Harry, he was reasonably well behaved, he had money and space for him and Draco and Harry were friends. He felt honoured that Albus considered him a worthy prospect for the role. But he was also scared. Scared he would make too many mistakes, scared he would ruin everything all over again. But he knew he had to, he knew how much it would benefit his family, he knew Harry would be pleased with becoming a Malfoy instead of some wizarding family he had never met.
"Yes," he said, and he let a great beam spread across his pale face.
Little did he know that this boy would change their lives greater than any war ever would.
AN: Hey everyone! Welcome to my first full fic! I'm sorry this chapter is short and a bit boring, but I had to set the scene. In future chapters will be twice this length if not more. Reviews make me fuzzy inside :)