I know I shouldn't be making this story so soon, but I couldn't help myself. If you want to know what story I'm talking about…read below for more!
Summery - Arranged marriages were banned three hundred years ago since witches and wizards were a bit uncomfortable and were very grouchy, learning they were being forced onto another without their consent. Now it is back and is about to raise havoc at the Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. Set to when Harry is ten years old, not knowing anything of Hogwarts…or even his pre-arranged marriage that his mother had set for him. His father, James Potter, was against it but agreed that Harry might not have as many friends as he would like, it pays to have another who is actually willing to save his life. Draco's parents aren't exactly thrilled about it either but see to it that Draco lives a free life and is free to do what he wished.
Instead of turning this big proposal down, he meets his arranged partner face-to-face.
Warning - Doesn't contain much, just a small scene.
Disclaimer: I do not and will never, own Harry Potter series. Books or movies. Or the characters.
My Dear baby boy, you aren't a baby at all if you are reading this though.
Your father and I wanted to see our family name live on, so we arranged a private marriage for you.
The family name is well-known but they choose to be cruel to others.
I know it's selfish for us to do this to you, but your father and I love you very much, Harry.
We hope you'll get into Gryffindor, your arranged partner is a boy and most likely will be placed in Slytherin.
Remember, you are who you choose to be.
Now, listen to your aunt and uncle and don't be afraid to ask the headmaster,
Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts school, for help.
With love and all the magic in the world, Lily Potter.
PS. It will be easier to get an owl.
The letter was addressed to Harry James Potter, the boy who survived Voldemort's attack the night his parents were killed. Of course, this letter did not reach ten-year-old Harry's hands but instead had been locked away and stored in an old chest in the storage room closet. The uncle and aunt Harry was sent to live with, were the most unimaginably rude people, anyone could ever meet but not know it. Harry seemed to be as if he only existed to serve their every purpose. Even if it meant no presents at all for his birthdays.
Quite a few miles away, in the wizarding world, sat a mansion the size of a train, stacked on each car. It was the Malfoy manor, the place where Harry's arranged partner was living. A place that would surely fit the Dursleys. Then again, they were spoiling their son too much for a mansion like this. Draco Malfoy, the arranged partner for Harry, was a snooty type of boy who stuck his nose into the air when someone of muggle blood came near him. Him as his family, hated muggles and muggle-born witches and wizards and thought they should be extinct like the dinosaurs. No one dared to trespass onto the Malfoy territory and only sent the family, owls, containing the letters, either Hogwarts sent or the ministry of magic did. Draco's father was a man of wealth and fortune and seemed to have a pleasant smile about him but no one knew of him being part of the death eater organization.
Having the time of his life by flying a broom around in his large and undoubtedly, ever-going backyard, Draco was then stopped shortly after he had got on, by a woman who looked as though she had something stuck in her nose and she was trying to get whatever it was, out. Draco lowered the broom and himself, back to the safety of the ground.
"My son, there's something your father didn't want me telling you. When you were a year old, your father and I agreed to have an arranged marriage for you." Draco dropped the broom to the ground. The woman, who had blonde hair like her son, looked at him with a gleeful expression as if she had won the lottery.
"I'm not marrying an ugly girl am I?" Draco said this with a disgusted look on his face. His mother scowled at him a little.
"It's not a girl, it is a boy and he's a half-blood wizard but it's almost the same as being pure…"
"A…a boy?"
"Yes, he is Harry James Potter, the boy who lived while his parents died by Voldemort, the evil creature your father's been trying to avoid." There was a slight tension of anger in Draco's eyes.
"So I have to marry this…boy, now-" His mother cut him off.
"Not now, Draco, but later after you graduate from Hogwarts." Draco seemed a bit excited and began going back inside the house, leaving his mother to wonder what he was up to.
It was only twelve in the afternoon and Draco had already found out about where the Dursleys were living, on Private Drive. A street name that was in the town full of muggles. Since he was partnered up with this boy, it was best to see what the other looked like before getting to know each other at all. He thought of it as a game, one that did not require other people.
Draco seemed delighted to have found out how to get there all by himself. He ran back outside quickly, finding out his mother was no where to be found, he picked up the broom and ran inside with it. His clothing were packed and all he needed was the needed stuff that Hogwarts were going to send a list of soon. He pulled the suitcase outside with the help of Dobby, a house elf with long and oddly shaped ears, a weak body, possibly light, He had a bit of a greyish skin tone and an abnormally long nose that could be compared to Pinocchio's. His clothing, a sort of grungy looking sheet-like cloth was wrapped around his body and tied into two knots at the shoulders. His feet were small but also a bit large and he wore no shoes.
Dobby helped his young master pull the trunk outside and attach it to the brush of the broom. Draco told Dobby to tell his parents that, not to worry and that he'd be back after Hogwarts school term was over. Dobby, a saddened expression grew on his face but he nodded in silence as he watched Draco kick off into the air and fly off at an amazing speed, considering the fact that most brooms were sometimes faster then most and this broom was a bit of an old family heirloom.
The wind was nothing against the grease that was slicked through each strand of his hair, all the way to the scalp. He arrived without being noticed and in a short time as if he had just apparated. He landed the broom with ease and placed both his feet onto the ground, getting off at the same time. He was wearing his best clothes, an outfit that would make people assume he were a prince of a country. He held onto his broom tightly.
"Filthy place…" Said Draco under his breath as he carefully walked up to the door and knocked with care.
A boy that looked around Draco's age, almost eleven, with round glasses and a visible, lightning bolt scar on his forehead, above his right eye. His eyes shone a bright green behind the clear glasses, his hair was dark brown and looked almost black as the night. His clothes were baggy and looked to be a bit too big for him. A belt had to hold up his pants which made him a bit pirate-like. Draco smiled eerily and held out his hand for Harry to shake. Harry held his hand out as well and they both shook.
"I'm Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, maybe you already know, but I'm supposed to marry you after we graduate from Hogwarts." Harry looked slightly confused as though he didn't know what the other boy was talking about.
Uncle Vernon then came bustling out of the kitchen after dealing with Dudley's temper tantrum, pushed Harry aside, causing him to fall over, and scowled at the young boy standing at the doorway. Draco scowled back with great disgust after seeing what he had just seen with his own two eyes. Harry watched as the young boy swiftly rushed past the big man and helped Harry to his feet.
"This place is a rotten hell-whole, and definitely needs something to lighten this place up a bit." Said the still-scowling boy. Uncle Vernon growled as he realized there was a broomstick in his hand and a magical looking chest attached to the back of it. Draco noticed the large man making a weird noise and grunted as he walked past him and entered the kitchen, to his surprise the fat kid didn't seem to run away screaming like he thought little pigs did.
"You have no business to be here, now leave!" Shouted Vernon as Draco examined the muggle things that were said to be the most awful things a wizard or witch could have in their house.
"I'm here on official marriage business. I'm to be engaged to Harry James Potter. If you do not wish to meet a dreadful end of life, I suggest you stay away from our business affairs." Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked horrified to know that this was obviously a wizard and a cruel one it seemed.
"How is that you know who I am?" Harry, who was standing at the kitchen doorway, stepped in just a tad bit.
"Well, your parents arranged some kind of marriage for you with my parents, so I'm betrothed to you. I'll be staying here until the letters arrive, my parents know I'm here so I don't need their permission. As of today, I'll be staying with Potter in…where ever it is he is staying in."
"He'll not be going to that ungrateful school! We swore that we would put an end to this rubbish!" Shouted uncle Vernon.
"I haven't been to Hogwarts yet, so I can't say for sure if it's ungrateful. But I do know this, Harry Potter is and always will be, a wizard." Harry's eyes widened in surprised at what Draco was talking about.
It was obvious by the way his uncle was talking back to the young boy about this 'Hogwarts school', his uncle seemed to know what he was talking about, so it must have been true if his uncle was getting upset by it all.
"A wizard?" Draco turned his head toward Harry and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"You're half-blood and I'm a pure. My mother's right about it not being such a bad thing. Show me where you're sleeping." Harry looked over at his uncle, who had both eyes on the both of them while Dudley hid behind his parents.
Harry quickly showed Draco the cupboard under the stairs that he usually slept in. Draco looked at it as if it were the ugliest thing in the wizard world. Harry didn't know what to say until Draco broke the odd silence.
"Is this where they allow you to sleep?" Draco asked with an honest face.
"It's where I always sleep. They have two spare rooms but they won't let me sleep in the other room. My cousin has his room all to himself." Said Harry sadly and turned his attention to Draco when he realized that the other boy was going up the stairs.
"What kind of muggles are these people?" Draco asked as he looked at both the spare bedrooms.
Harry quickly rushed up the stairs after Draco while he settled with the room he chose. It was the spare room that was across from Dudley's, the bathroom was next to it. Harry watched with delight as the boy placed his broomstick and trunk with a large thump to the floor, and opened the enchanting chest, pulling out a birdcage that held an owl inside of it.
"This here is my owl, he's an eagle owl. Haven't decided on what to name him but my mother calls it Falcon so I just use that name for now since he seems to respond to it." Draco opened the cage door and got the owl out by letting it step onto his outstretched arm.
The owl gave a small cry as Draco shut the door. Harry smiled as the bird flew to the window while Draco began writing something on a piece of parchment paper. It was a bit strange that the boy was using a quill and an ink bottle rather then an ink pen, but all the same he supposed.
After he finished, Draco tied the small roll to the owl's foot. "You know where to go Falcon, come back straight away, otherwise, you'll be left behind once we get to Hogwarts." The bird cried out before flapping it's rather swift and large wings and flew off in the direction that Draco once came.
"Just sent him off to my parents, to let them know that I accept their marriage plan."
"What exactly is this marriage plan?" Draco looked at Harry with pleasure and responded, "Before this Voldemort guy killed your parents, your parents apparently, arranged for you to get married to me when we were old enough. I'm surprised my parents even agreed to this insane idea, seeing as they like only pure-bloods in the family."
"So…they were murdered?" Draco could see the hurt in Harry's green eyes.
"Yeah, some evil wizard who was a half-blood himself. My father's told me a bit about him but not enough to know so much. Personally I don't like him. My father could do better then him any day. I heard your mother was born from a muggle family, your father was a pure-blood wizard. Said to be a great one at that."
"When you say muggle…" Harry began to ask but didn't finish.
"They're non-magic people. People who can't use magic so we call them muggles. Your muggle aunt and uncle are the worst kind I've seen so far. They have no manners, especially that fat kid."
"He's the worst of them. I'll be right back." Harry walked out from the room and went to the storage room, the room that had most of his stuff. Stuff that was meant for him, but had never gotten it until now.
He opened the door and looked through any of the boxes that might have his name on it. Only one of them out of hundreds of boxes that were stored in it, had his name on it. He closed the door quickly and rushed back to the room to open it. Draco was looking through a book of some sort. Harry opened the box and found an envelope inside.
The envelope had a seal on it, engraved with gold lettering that he couldn't make out. He opened the envelope and found a letter folded up. Unfolding the letter, he came across his name again. Below was the best written letter he'd seen in his life.
My Dear baby boy, you aren't a baby at all if you are reading this though.
Your father and I wanted to see our family name live on, so we arranged a private marriage for you.
The family name is well-known but they choose to be cruel to others.
I know it's selfish for us to do this to you, but your father and I love you very much, Harry.
We hope you'll get into Gryffindor, your arranged partner is a boy and most likely will be placed in Slytherin.
Remember, you are who you choose to be. Now, listen to your aunt and uncle and don't be afraid to ask the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts school, for help.
With love and all the magic in the world, Lily Potter.
PS. It will be easier to get an owl.
"Mom…" Draco looked up and saw tears swelling in Harry's emerald coloured eyes.
Draco left the book in his trunk and glanced at the letter that Harry was reading. Seeing the word Slytherin, he smiled but didn't let Harry know.
"Who is Albus Dumbledore?" Draco looked painfully at Harry as the young boy cried a bit more. "He's the head wizard in charge. My father thinks I should go to Durmstrang rather then Hogwarts but my mother insists that I go since my father went there and it was closer to home." He paused a while before continuing. "Hogwarts seems like a better choice, now that I've met you." Draco leaned over Harry and placed a small and quick kiss to his cheek, causing Harry to stumble back a little.
"Just a quick one, we'll do the real deal when we're older. I reckon you'll start living with me during the summers. Unless you'd rather stay in this prison…" Draco examined the room as though he had never been in it till just now. Harry shook his head and proceeded to asking questions. "How did you get here? Surely you couldn't have gotten here on a broomstick?"
"I did. Not as fast as the new Nimbus 2000, but it should fly all the same as a normal broom. It's speed isn't great." Harry placed the letter in his pocket and went to touch the broomstick. The handle and the bristles were the same as that of an ordinary one.
"So…does this mean, any broom is magical as long as the rider is?" Draco pondered for a bit and nodded his reply. "I don't see why not." With this said, Harry went to get one from the storage room.
It hadn't occurred to Harry that there was a peculiar large amount of silence from down stairs. Not one Dursley had come up the stairs to see what the two had been doing, both Petunia and Vernon were shocked enough as it is that a strange, wizard boy who was the same age as Harry had come into their home, uninvited and was making a room for Harry and himself.
Harry found a broom hidden behind a bunch of the boxes that were stored in the closet. Harry couldn't find what was so brilliant about this broom until now. The handle seemed to have a glow around it then it did before. Then again, this was the first time he'd ever been upstairs unless it was to go to the washroom. So in all, it meant seeing the broom for the first time ever.
The bristles looked as though they had collected dust over the past years and seemed to have a new look about it, like someone had not used it after buying it. Taking it out of the storage closet, Harry examined it and wondered if he would be able to ride it. Taking it back into the room, he realized that his name was in gold letters on the broom's handle.
A weird feeling came over him and he felt the need to fly it as if he knew how. But before jumping to conclusions, he would ask his new friend, Draco, about it. He returned to the room and placed the broom on the floor while sitting down on the carpeted floor.
"You probably have what I've got. A family heirloom I believe." Draco looked to be eating some kind of jellybean-like candy, each in different colours and textures. On the box that Draco was holding, it read, 'Bertie Bott's every flavour beans'.
"Is that candy?" Draco dug around in his trunk and took out a small hexagonally-shaped box and tossed it to Harry. He looked at it curiously and pulled the string on it, to open it.
"They're chocolate frogs. Not the best of chocolate, it's the cards I open them for." Harry looked in awe as the real live, chocolate-covered frog, jumped off the box and began jumping around on the floor until it turned to a liquid chocolate.
"What card did you wind up getting?" Draco said as he leaned over closer to see the person in the card.
"I got Dumbledore!" After Harry looked up at Draco, then back, the man in the card had disappeared. "Hey, where did he go?" Harry looked up in surprise.
"He's not going to hang around all day. Neither does my father." Draco seemed a bit preoccupied.
"You said something about letters before? What kind of letters?" There was a sharp look of confusion on Harry's face.
"The Hogwarts letters. They hand them out to every student in the school, as well as the newcomers, like you and I. They know where every student is, so each owl knows where to go. We can't exactly go out to shop for our things just yet. We have to wait to see what the list they send us says."
"Does that mean the owls will come here?" Draco took a glance out the window and noticed the three relatives of Harry, leaving.
"Yep. But I have to ask, why is your family going into that thing?" Harry quickly got up from the floor and looked out the window, watching as they left in their van.
"They're not my family. They're just a bunch of bad muggles." Harry then sat on the bed that was covered with bits of candy wrappers and the like. The table beside the bed, held a small table lamp.
"So you hate your family?" Draco said this with a slight smile to his face.
"They're not my family!" The lamp flickered and the curtains moved a bit.
"Easy, Potter, I was only asking. I guess you'll make a lovely wizard wife…" Draco looked Harry up and down, examining his figure, thinking of it as a girl's.
There was a tint of redness to Harry's cheeks while he watched Draco put some of the wrappers away in the trunk. Harry, being the kindly hearted soul he was, grabbed the trash bin and began to clean up. Draco stopped putting the wrappers in the chest and watched in fascination as Harry cleaned up the mess for him. Draco began thinking that Harry was used to this sort of cleaning duty.
"What ever happened to…Voldemort?" Said Harry with a sudden chill, as though saying his name was a sin. "My father says he was defeated. By you. How is unknown, but it's remarkable that you were only a baby or a year old when he tried to kill you."
"Kill me?" Harry looked worried for a second.
"Voldemort hasn't been seen again since you showed up. I guess it's lucky that I'll have you as my wife."
"But, I'm a boy and you're a boy. There's no way that we can…make children, right?"
"I don't know. But there's a bunch of spells I have yet to learn of. It might be possible to come across one that could make a pregnancy happen. Then again, we're only ten, so we should only be thinking about this in our seventh year." Draco closed is trunk shut and locked it.
"How do you ride a broom?" Draco looked happy that Harry had asked him. " It's quite easy, pick the broom up, mount it and kick off." Harry did as Draco told him and readied himself, kicking off the ground, the broom rose into the air slowly.
Before Harry had a chance to get off of the broom, it sped off, out the window like a bat out of hell. Draco looked onward as Harry was zooming through the cloudy but otherwise sunny sky. Draco picked his broom up and raced after Harry on his broomstick. The broom was speeding around at a great pace, hard enough for Malfoy to keep up. Draco urged his broom to go faster and he finally caught up with Harry's broom.
"HELP ME!!" Harry shouted. Draco went into action by flying close to Harry's broom and grabbed hold of the handle and led the broom back to the house. The broom crashed to the floor with a loud BANG, breaking to pieces but seemed to have had no effect on Harry.
"I think that broom was jinxed. There's no way a family broom would act like that, unless it's too old." Draco breathed in heavily and sat himself on the bed while Harry picked up the slivers of the broken wood and placed them in the closet with all of Dudley's clothes.
"My uncle's going to kill me if he sees the window like this." Draco pulled out a wand and held it to the broken pieces of glass.
"Reparo!" The glass shards magically were placed back into the design of the window it once was and went back into the frames, as though it were never broken to begin with.
"I think I'm going to enjoy Hogwarts.." Harry muttered to himself as he sat next to Draco on the bed.
A/n: Sorry for ending it but this will be continued after my other chapter which I'm almost done with. The other chapter for my other story ^_^ Please review, tell me what you think!!! TBC!
