A/N: Parts of the plot and setting belong to empathic siren's story Draco's boy. Names have been changed, but this is a twist off her wonderful story, and is supposed to start a lot like hers, though it will indeed change before this chapter is over. Also, I wrote this story before asking permission, for which I apologise, and I used plot devices and themes initially. Also, this chapter will be changed in regards to certain parts of the plot.
Draco was an extremely normal 9-year-old, except for the little fact he could do magic, as could his entire family. He lived with his mother and father in a small town, just outside of Surrey. He had one neighbor, an old woman named Mrs. Peacock, and the other house was unoccupied.
He lived with his parents, and was a only child. He was lonely, and wanted a brother or sister to play with desperately.
Draco had few friends, and had a lot of acquaintances at school, who protected him from bullies. Draco was an ordinary child.
Narcissa tried to get him to play with kids at school, but he claimed that they did not like to play the same kind of games as he did. So Narcissa eventually gave up. So the days passed, and soon it was late August.
Draco was out digging a hole in the front yard, when something occurred to him. He ran inside to his mother, who was in the kitchen. "Mum, will I have to go to muggle school this year?" He asked, and his mother nodded "You are a year too young to start at Burbank, and you need the muggle interaction. You need more muggle friends." Narcissa said to her son. Draco pouted, but went back to his hole.
Three days later, Draco was going to school. He had his new knapsack, his shiny lunchbox full of good food and a 'friend' on each side of him as he got off the bus.
They found their classroom without assistance, and soon found seats in the middle row. They watched as people filed in, never noticing the tiny raven haired boy who slipped in without being noticed at all. Draco took inventory of his classmates. A tall dark-skinned boy named Blaise, who Draco knew, along with a boy he knew named Michael, a boy with big blue eyes and dark blonde hair, with several chins, and who could hardly fit into his desk.
He kept looking around, when his eyes found a small boy with dark black hair, long and shiny, with the greenest eyes Draco had ever seen. Draco decided to watch this boy, who seemed shy and sad. Draco didn't like people to be sad. He had no reason to be unhappy with life, but he didn't realise just how bad some people had it.
After school let out, and the bus dropped Draco off at home, He ran to the house to tell his mother about the boy. "Mum, and he was all quiet, and he didn't even look at other people!" Draco was saying, eyes bright with interest. "Mum, I am going to introduce myself to him, and then he can be my best friend forever and ever." Draco rambled, with Narcissa nodding at the appropriate times. Draco went to bed in high spirits that night.
The next day, when he got to school, he went off to find the boy by himself. He went behind the school, to see a car pull into the back parking lot and a huge man getting out, yanking the boy from the day before out of the car. The boy was obviously in pain, his face was contorted from trying not to make a sound.
Draco hid until the man left, leaving the boy alone. "I'm Draco. What's your name?" Draco asked, and Harry looked around, as if looking to see whom this boy was talking to. Seeing no one else, he replied "Harry."
Draco looked at the little boy closely. "They hurt you, don't they?" He asked suddenly, and by Harry's sudden paling, he knew it was the correct assumption. He took Harry's hand, taking note of the way he flinched.
"I'll have mum make sure they can never hurt you again. Then you can come live with me and be my brother and we can do everything together and go to Hogwarts together." Here he paused for breath. Harry was staring at him with something akin to astonishment in his eyes.
"Why would you want a freak for a brother?" He asked innocently, and Draco looked shocked. "You're not a freak!" He said with conviction, looking at Harry. "But I make weird things happen." Harry said quietly, and Draco looked like he had seen a ghost. "I'll have you talk to my mum." Draco promised, as the bell rang behind them. They went into the school, as class was beginning.
Harry watched Draco out of the corner of his eye all day. When the end of school came, Harry went silently to the back of the school to wait for his uncle. Draco appeared out of nowhere. "Why don't you come to my house?"
"I can't." Harry said, looking behind Draco to see if his uncle was there. Luckily, he wasn't. "You have to go before he sees you." Harry said urgently. "Who sees me?" Draco asked, and Harry paled as his uncle pulled up. "I have to go." He said, getting into the backseat of the car.
Draco stared as the car pulled away. After school, there was a PTA meeting. Narcissa was on it that year, and was soon accepted into the group of mothers and fathers.
So days passed, Draco telling his mother of the mysterious Harry constantly. One day, Draco had to go to a PTA meeting with his mother, as his father had a business meeting and couldn't watch him. Draco had been bored, until a very pinched looking lady and Harry's uncle walked in.
"Mum. That's the man who hurt Harry." Draco whispered quietly to his mother, whose eyes flicked over the man before she nodded imperceptibly to her son. Draco stayed silent and thoughtful the rest of the night.
The next day, Narcissa made a few calls and visited a few people. The school nurse, the social worker that lived three doors down from Narcissa's quaint family.
She finally waited for the perfect opportunity to invite herself over to the Dursley house. Finally, Draco told her that Harry wasn't in school that day. It was the day after report cards were received, and Narcissa knew something was wrong. She had a brainstorm.
At the PTA meeting that night, she had gotten her opportunity. She had succeeded in inviting herself over for an evening tea. She made a coffee cake, and she herded her son into the car, and went the few streets to the Dursley house. It was small, a three bedroom house with a cellar, and it was exactly like the houses around it.
She knocked, and was soon let into the house. She noticed a small boy in the corner, and also saw that Petunia didn't acknowledge Harry.
She handed the platter to the woman, who shoved it into the small boy's hands, telling him to put it in the kitchen. "Good evening Narcissa." Petunia simpered.
Just then, the stairs groaned, and an incredibly fat boy came down the stairs. Petunia smiled and said "This is my son Dudley. And you know Vernon." She added as the man came down the stairs. "Dudley, this is Narcissa and Draco Malfoy."
"Nice to meet you." said Narcissa. She noticed that they did not introduce the small boy with black hair. She smiled at the Dursleys, and bid them goodbye.
Narcissa and Draco looked at each other once they reached their kitchen, and Draco said "That's Harry, Mum."
She sent Draco to bed, and gathered a bottle of wine from the cellar. She pulled on a shawl and went back to the Dursley's house. She rang the bell and Petunia opened the door. "I also wanted to congratulate your sons achievements with a drink. May I come in?"
The woman nodded and stepped inside, and took Narcissa's shawl. She gestured Narcissa into the kitchen, where Vernon sat reading the newspaper.
She placed the bottle on the table, and Petunia took a corkscrew out of a drawer. She opened the bottle of wine, and poured a glass for all three of them.
They sipped wine and talked of life. Narcissa asked about her sons, and Petunia said she had only one. "Really? What about the boy that answered the door?"
Petunia and Vernon were drunk, just as Narcissa wanted them to be. "He's my nephew. But around here, he's Vernon's punching bag and my cook, cleaner, and someone to yell at. It's like having your own slave!"
Narcissa nodded, and asked "What do you mean, punching bag?" to which Vernon grunted "You know, to vent on when I have a bad day at work. Someone that believes every word that I tell him. If I tell him he's worthless, he believes it!" he sad with a sadistic chuckle.
And Narcissa nodded, and she clicked the recorder in her pocket off. She turned and said "Goodbye." but not leaving. She looked downstairs, coming to a cupboard. She had a feeling in her gut, and she pulled it open. Inside was the
black-haired boy, broken and bruised.
She left the house, but not before snapping dozens of pictures with a digital camera she had in her purse. She left the house and went to bed, only to toss and turn as she couldn't sleep.
The next day, she went into town, to the child services building. She entered, with the tape and photographs clutched in her hand. She was directed to a woman named Sweetgrass.
She played the tape and showed her the photographs, and the woman agreed to take the boy out of their guardianship. She asked if she could foster him, and the woman decided that she could.
Narcissa and Sweetgrass arrived in front of the house where the little boy was held. Sweetgrass rang the bell, and Petunia yelling for the boy to answer the door was heard. The door was opened by the little boy, who had a huge bruise covering his left cheek.
The woman asked kindly if she could speak to Mrs. and Mr. Dursley. The boy turned and called "Aunt, it is the woman from last night and another woman."
Petunia came out of the kitchen and asked if she could help them. Sweetgrass flashed her badge, the badge that showed where she was from, and informed Petunia that she was taking the little boy away because of child abuse.
Petunia looked outraged, and yelled at Sweetgrass. Sweetgrass just told Narcissa to take the small boy to her house. Narcissa held out her hand and said gently and kindly "Come on. You can come with me. I will not hurt you."
The small boy tentatively took her hand and Narcissa just turned to Petunia. "What is his name, and how old is he?" she very calmly asked. "His name is Harry, and he is nine." Petunia said grudgingly. Then Sweetgrass walked out, and Narcissa and Harry went across the lawn, to the house where the Malfoys lived.
"Harry?" Narcissa questioned in a soft and gentle tone. Harry turned to look at her blankly. "Yes. You are Harry." she said while smiling at the tiny and broken boy. She gently moved the boy towards the door of her house. "This will be your home now." She said, smiling at Harry again. Sweetgrass trailed behind, smiling at Narcissa's attempts to make the little boy open up.
"Harry. You will never have to see those people again. I promise." Narcissa vowed, and Sweetgrass had to hold back a gasp when Harry gave a little smile, showing perfect straight white teeth. Harry clutched at Narcissa's hand, and he said a single word, so quietly Sweetgrass almost didn't catch it.
"Promise?" Harry asked Narcissa, who said "Pinkie promise." And she extended her pinkie to the tiny boy, who locked pinkies with hers and smiled a little wider. Sweetgrass had tears in her eyes at the innocent and soft heart that had accepted Narcissa on the bases of a simple pinkie promise.
"I have a son. His name is Draco. Do you remember him?" Narcissa asked the little boy, who was swinging their entwined hands as they walked closer to the steps of the Malfoy house. "Yes." Harry said. "Well, what do you think of him?" Narcissa asked, a little put out by Harry's short answer.
"He seems nice, but I haven't really met him yet. What if he's like Dudley?" Harry asked, starting to panic. "He's not like Dudley. Draco likes you. He wanted me to take you away from those people." Narcissa said, trying to calm the panicking child.
"Really?" Harry asked, calming somewhat. "Really." said Narcissa. Harry swung the hand entwined with Narcissa's as they walked up the steps to Malfoy Manor.
Narcissa entered with Harry, and she invited Sweetgrass in. "Who's she again?" Harry asked. "This is the lady that let me take you away from those people." Narcissa explained. Harry looked at Sweetgrass a moment before gently removing his hand From Narcissa's.
Sweetgrass was smiling at the little boy who moved to stand in front of her. She was surprised when Harry threw his little arms around her waist in a hug. "Thank you." Harry said into the wool of her yellow sweater. Sweetgrass looked shocked for a moment before running a hand through the hair at his scalp.
Harry smiled into her sweater, just below her bellybutton. Narcissa looked at the little boy, and as soon as he let go of Sweetgrass, she smiled and asked "What do you say we wake Draco up?"
Harry looked at her a moment before breaking into an impish grin. Harry nodded excitedly, and Narcissa led him up the stairs to her son's open bedroom door.
"Go jump on his bed." Narcissa whispered, a smile lighting her face and accenting her mischievous eyes. Harry crept silently into the room, and pounced on the bed, making the little boy who was sleeping a moment before scream girlishly and fall off the bed with a thump.
Harry giggled and ran back to Narcissa. "Draco, this is Harry. he will be staying here for the time being, depending on whether or not he has other relatives, besides the neighbors." She explained to her son, who rubbed the sleep from his eyes and studied Harry closely.
"Did you know that you're pretty? You have really long hair. Do you want to play?" Draco said, talking rapidly. "Aunt says that I am a messy little hooligan, and that Dudley is the handsome one, while I am a little scrawny snot that no one loves. And I will play if it's all right with the grown-ups." Harry explained, looking at the floor.
Draco stepped forward and gently raised the tiny boy's chin. "If I say you're pretty, it's because it's true. The fat little boy you used to live with is just jealous because he has little blue eyes instead of the green of yours. And he's too fat to be handsome. He must weigh more than my mom and dad together. And he can only be about my age. Oh, speaking of which, when is your birthday?" Draco asked, looking into big green eyes.
"I think that it's the last day of July. I think I was born just before midnight. Well, if the letter is right." Harry said, looking thoughtful for a second and knitting his eyebrows. "What letter?" Draco asked, "The one in the box with pictures of a lady with red hair and a man with black, messy, and windblown hair. It was addressed to Harry, so I read it. It was sorta hard, but I read it. It said that they were sorry, and that they left me something that would happen when I turned sixteen. I don't know what that means though. Do you?" Harry asked, turning back to Narcissa and Sweetgrass, whom he didn't see enter the room.
"No, sorry, but we will find out soon enough. In the meantime, you and Draco can share a room, unless you would like your own?" Narcissa said, looking at her son and Harry.
"If Draco doesn't mind." Harry said softly, and Draco just said "Okay. Come on. I wanna show you my toys." Draco said, taking Harry's hand and leading him down the hall, leaving Narcissa and Sweetgrass to discuss grownup topics in the parlor.
"And this is my toy broomstick." Draco said, holding up a little broom. "But you can use it too." Draco added, though Harry was looking at something he was holding in his hands, turning it and looking at it from every angle.
"Why do you like that motorcycle so much?" Draco asked, looking over a the green eyed boy. "It looks like the one in my dream. But that motorcycle was a lot bigger." Harry said. "Oh. You can have it if you want." Draco said, looking at Harry, who broke into a wide smile. "Thank you Draco." Harry said softly.
"You're welcome." Draco responded, glad to have Harry's attention. Harry put the little motorcycle into his pocket. Draco looked at Harry. "You need new clothes." Draco said, bouncing from the room, dragging Harry behind him by the hand.
"Mum?" Draco called, and his mother came out of the parlor. "Yes, Dragon?" asked Narcissa. "Harry needs new clothes." Draco said. Narcissa studied Harry a moment. "He does." She turned to Sweetgrass. "I think I will take him shopping. Come by at about nine tomorrow, and we can finish our discussion then." Narcissa said, and Sweetgrass nodded.
"Harry, I want you to take a bath. Is that okay?" Narcissa asked, and Harry nodded, looking unsure. Narcissa drew a bath, and helped Harry out of his clothes. She set him in the bath, and he panicked.
Harry screamed. "I'll be good! Just don't push me under!" He screamed, panicking more by the second. Draco shed his clothes and entered the bath calming Harry enough for Narcissa to lather his hair and rinse it a little at a time.
Narcissa marveled at Harry's hair. It was so long that it trailed behind him. It was at least six feet long, and filthy where it dragged in the dust. "Why is your hair so long, Harry?" Narcissa asked. "Because I never got it cut. It just keeps growing and growing at a very fast rate." Harry explained. Narcissa nodded, and conditioned it, working it through the roots of his hair and gently working it down to the ends, which, on closer inspection, were in great shape, considering that it dragged on the floor.
Draco was looking in curiosity at Harry's hair. "It's very nice hair. Like my hair or mum's hair, 'cept yours is black. And a lot longer. And you have a lot more hair. I bet that your hair wouldn't fit in my snake clip." Draco said, running his hands through Harry's hair. Harry looked at the blonde boy for a moment.
"You're probably right. I do have a lot of hair. My aunt hated it. It was so much nicer than any of their hair. Dudley hated it because everyone complimented me on how adorable I am. It drove them nuts, and eventually she tried to hack it off, but the scissors just refused to close around my hair." Harry said, apparently thinking.
"You have beautiful hair. But the bottom part is slightly weaker than the rest of your hair. I could correct it in a few moments, but do you want me to?" Narcissa asked. "Sure!" Harry said excitedly. Narcissa looked through the crystal bottles until she found a big bottle with a thick blue syrup. Narcissa turned back and uncorked the crystal vial.
"This stuff will fix anything wrong with your hair, and it smells good. I use it, Draco uses it, and my husband, Lucius uses it. Speaking of my husband, I believe he will be home soon, so let's get you presentable, Harry." Narcissa said, lathering Harry's hair with the potion.
Harry noticed that Narcissa was right. It smelled wonderful, with something he had never smelled before, sort of fruity, sort of flowery, and sort of like vanilla and chocolate. Harry liked it immensely, and after Narcissa washed it away, the smell stayed as strong as it was when the stuff was in his hair. Narcissa scrubbed Harry and Draco gently, before helping them out of the tub and tying short robes around them before ushering them into Draco's wardrobe.
She tutted over Harry a moment before dressing him in black slacks that hung off him. Narcissa took out her wand and shrunk them to fit. Harry looked at her wand closely.
"May I see that?" Harry asked politely. Narcissa handed him the wand, and he pointed it at a vase. He closed his eyes and the flowers in the vase grew back to perfection. The petals of the flowers looked dewy, and there was no spots on the flowers or leaves, and they looked very alive. Narcissa looked impressed and took her wand from Harry, who had held it out wordlessly to after using it on the flowers.
Narcissa handed a shirtless harry a silk button down in acid green. Narcissa shrank the shirt to fit, and turned to her son, allowing him to pick his own clothes. He picked slacks, black, and a ice blue button down in fine silk.
Narcissa handed Harry a pair of black dress shoes, pushing the same into Draco's arms. She turned to Harry, and shrank the shoes to fit Harry's tiny feet. Harry looked in the mirror on the door. He looked nice, except that his hair was wet, and was looking very messy.
Narcissa saw, and she ran her wand over his hair, drying it until it was a very dry damp. Then Narcissa took a silver brush and started brushing out Harry's hair. She finished, and Harry's hair finished drying. Narcissa took a fine-toothed comb and combed Harry's hair.
She turned to her son and combed it out. She turned her attention back to Harry who was in front of the mirror. She took the time to study his reflection. She looked at the tiny boy.
"Take your shirt off." Narcissa said, digging some tiny vials out along with a few larger bottles and crystal jars. She handed Harry a bottle with purple liquid in it. "Drink it. It will heal your cuts." Narcissa said, dabbing a green liquid onto a cut, then moving on. Harry downed the stuff, and his cuts started healing, before fading into nothing but creamy porcelain skin. There were still a lot of bruises though, and Narcissa opened a jar and carefully massaged the orange cream into the bruises. The bruises faded, leaving Harry with unblemished skin.
Harry looked up through his eyelashes, shaking his bangs, which were angled and choppy out of his eyes. Narcissa saw a lightning shaped scar, and knew exactly who this boy was. She didn't say anything about it though, and instead looked over the small boy.
She took in his tiny frame, his beautiful and toned arms, her eyes drifting to his face. He was a beautiful child, feminine, but beautiful. He had a truly beautiful neck, with sculpted collarbones, as well as a well defined jaw, no trace of a double chin.
The small boy had a perfect chin and nose, not upturned or too big, but just perfect. His lips were red, not fake red, but a natural pinkish red. They were perfectly shaped, and they created a beautiful contrast to his pale skin. Eyes drifting up farther, Narcissa noticed high cheekbones, and noticeable browbones.
Harry's eyes were a masterpiece. Green as acid or lush grass, they were expressive and shone with an unearthly radiance. Framed by thick, dark lashes any teenage girl would be envious of, and set under sculpted eyebrows, Harry had beautiful eyes. Narcissa knew that her son had beautiful eyes, but Harry had a unique beauty to him.
Yes, he was feminine, but there was something about him that screamed 'GUY', but Narcissa couldn't place it. Not his looks or the sense of innocence surrounding him, nor his posture, nor his clothing. She was still puzzling when Draco tugged her arm. "When is Dad getting home?" Draco asked, looking up at her with wide, innocent eyes.
"Any moment now." Narcissa replied, helping Harry put his shirt back on. Harry buttoned the last button and she led the two boys down the stairs. She sat them in the sitting room. Harry asked for a Latin book, which Narcissa got for him. Harry sat with the huge volume, dwarfed by it, and Narcissa went into the kitchen to get the boys a snack.
Harry looked up as the flames flashed green, and a tall man with long blonde hair like Draco's came gracefully out of the fireplace. Harry shrugged a shoulder and turned back to his book. Narcissa entered and Harry looked up.
Narcissa kissed the man, and turned to Harry. "This is my husband, Lord Lucius Malfoy." She said. "Snacks will be ready in a moment. Lucius, would you like to help?" Narcissa asked, turning back to her husband. Lucius nodded and they left the room. "Don't worry. Mum will talk to Dad. I'm sure he will absolutely love you!" Draco said, moving beside Harry and gently making Harry lay on the loveseat with his head in Draco's lap.
Draco carefully took the length of Harry's hair and spread it out on the loveseat behind him, letting it flow to the floor. He carded his hand through the hair at Harry's scalp, and Harry relaxed.
Narcissa finished a condensed version of that day's events, and looked into the room. "Aww, Lucius. look at them. Isn't that sweet?" Narcissa said excitedly, hushing her voice so the two boys didn't hear. Lucius looked and a soft smile touched his lips, which traveled to his eyes. "I think this is a good idea. Let's keep him." Lucius said, before taking a tray of biscuits and reentering the room, noting that Draco and the tiny boy didn't move.
Lucius poured tea and Harry sat up. His hair flowed over Draco's lap, and was still on it when Harry leaned forward to take the cup of sweetened peppermint tea Lucius offered him. Draco played with Harry's hair with one hand and used the other to lift his cup of tea to his lips.
"Harry. It's nice to meet you. I suppose you will be sleeping in Draco's room?" Lucius asked, offering Harry a biscuit. Harry took it and nibbled on it. "I think so. I never lived anywhere very big, and open spaces scare me a bit." Harry said softly, looking into his tea cup.
"Where did you sleep?" Lucius asked with kindness in his voice. "I lived in my cupboard. Harry said simply, swirling the last sip of tea around the bottom of the cup. "Cupboard?" Lucius asked, not letting his shock enter his voice.
"Yes. The cupboard under the stairs. I used to live there. you know, the bugs and mice and creepy crawlies were so nice. They would keep me company in the dark. I especially liked the little snakes in there. They're quite talkative you know. always babbling about good rocks and bad places to sun. odd things, aren't they?" Harry said, still swirling the tea.
"You can talk to the snakes?" Lucius asked with sincere interest. "I moved to a new cupboard when we moved though." Harry said, now swirling the tea clockwise. As he spoke again, he switched directions. "They healed bad cuts you know. And they would all help to heal my broken bones. They saved my life more than once." Harry said, switching the swirl again.
"Harry? Are you all right now?" Lucius asked, and Harry looked up. "Yes sir." He said softly. "None of that 'sir' stuff. Call me anything you like." Lucius said, looking at the little child.
"Anything?" Harry asked, and Lucius nodded. How about Luke? I like that name. It was one of my snake's name. Well, was, because Aunt Petunia killed it." Harry said, looking at his tea again. His green eyes were brimming with tears, and Draco gently unwrapped Harry's fingers from his cup of tea, and set it on the table, before guiding Harry into a lying position on the loveseat, with his head, once again, on Draco's lap.
"Why did she kill him?" Lucius asked. "Because he tried to bite her, and it would have been slightly life threatening if a rattlesnake bit you. He was only trying to punish her." Harry said, the tears falling from his eyes at last. Draco brushed them away, and Lucius asked "Why would she need punished?"
Harry answered slowly, wondering if he should say anything, and deciding that he would. "Well, see, they locked me in my cupboard for a little while, and he decided that I should have at least gotten something to eat or drink. But she killed him." Harry said in a choked voice.
"How long were you in the cupboard that time?" Lucius asked softly. "I don't know exactly. I think maybe two weeks to three weeks. I don't have a calendar, and even if I did, there was no light to read it." Harry said, and Narcissa stood, announcing that it was time for lunch.
Harry ate little, and when Narcissa decided to take them shopping, Draco jumped at the chance, pulling Harry to his wardrobe to change. Draco had fun 'dressing up' Harry, and after deciding what Harry would wear, Draco pulled Harry to a vanity, pulling bottles of stuff off the top and using it on Harry.
Harry just sat there, letting Draco do whatever he wished. "You have such nice hair. It's kind of curly, and kind of straight. It's soft and shiny, and silky and smooth. Wear it down, but have Dad spell it so it doesn't get dirty." Draco instructed, applying an unknown substance to Harry's collarbones.
"Done!" Draco cried a moment later, helping Harry into the clothing Draco had picked, a gray-blue v-neck cashmere sweater, which exposed his throat and collarbone, and a pair of black silk slacks that laced up the front instead of buttoned. Harry was not allowed to look in a mirror, but Draco slowly circled him before smiling brightly and changing into a silk button down in a cool peach tone with tailored black trousers.
Then Draco grabbed Harry and pulled him down the stairs. "Mum! Dad! We're ready to go!" Draco called, bounding down the stairs with a pair of black shoes in one hand and a pair of black silk moccasins. Draco handed Harry the moccasins. Harry bent down, keeping his balance without touching the floor and pulling on a shoe.
As he pulled the second on, Narcissa and Lucius entered, gasping at the work done to the tiny boy. Harry was wearing an icy sweater made of soft material that clung to him, while showing off his beauty, like his toned arms and collarbone. Paired with the silk pants, Harry looked beautiful. Draco had really done something to the boy, as now he looked very healthy and his skin was glowing.
Lucius exited the parlor with Narcissa in front of him, when she stopped with a gasp. Lucius looked over her shoulder. Lucius studied Harry closely. The color of his sweater made his skin look creamy and luscious. His collarbone was prominent, and Lucius stepped forward, handing the two boys necklaces with the Malfoy crest on them.
Harry had Draco buckle it under his hair, and he let Draco pull his own on. As soon as the thing was clasped, it made a locking sound and shrank until the pendant of white gold was sitting in the hollow of his throat. Draco's did the same, and Narcissa led the way to the fireplace.
"Harry. Do you want me to carry you, or would you like to be carried by Lucius?" Narcissa asked the little boy, not wanting him to get lost in the floo. Harry looked between them and said "I don't care. You choose." Very softly. Narcissa looked at her husband and lifted the boy into her arms.
"Here we go!" she said brightly. Lucius picked Draco up, and Narcissa tosses floo into the fire and called out "Diagon Alley!" Harry shut his eyes as the fireplaces spun past. Narcissa flew from the fireplace, keeping her balance. Harry opened his eyes as Lucius and Draco came out of the fireplace.
"Are you all right Baby?" Draco asked, referring to Harry as Baby. Harry, who seemed to know he was Baby, nodded, asking softly to be put down. Draco, who was already on the floor, wrapped his arms around the tiny boy. "Harry, you need a haircut." Draco remarked, accidentally stepping on Harry's hair.
"May I get it cut?" Harry asked Narcissa quietly. "Of course. Let's see the barber." She said, leading him out of Diagon alley and out into muggle London.
They entered the barber shop, where Harry decided that he would donate his hair. He had the barber put a tight ponytail in his hair halfway down his thighs, and the barber snipped the ponytail off. Harry smiled softly, and they left. Narcissa looked at the little boy, who was studying the people, who would stop and coo over the two boys.
"Your sons are so adorable!" one redheaded woman remarked to Narcissa. Harry smiled softly. Narcissa could not bring herself to deny Harry was her son. She just led the boys back to the alley. She got Harry new clothes, and the people in the shops and street cooed and 'aww'ed over the two boys.
After a day of shopping for toys, clothes, books, and everything Harry could ever need, they went into a store that sold beauty products. Narcissa got all sorts of hair care products, as well as other things, including a bottle of soap that looked like blood but smelled like cinnamon. Harry had fun smelling the different things, and he eventually decided on milk-and-honey scented shampoo and conditioner.
Draco amused himself with smelling bottles and making his father smell them. After buying the products, they went back to the floo, Harry going through with Lucius this time.
At the house, they had fun making Harry's room and wardrobe. Harry was enrolled in a magic preparatory school with Draco. Harry loved school, though he didn't interact with other students much, preferring Draco and books to the other children. Harry and Draco were exact opposites. While Harry liked potions, ancient runes, Latin, dance, martial arts, and charms and enchantments; Draco liked arithmancy, magical theory, history of magicks, and magical creatures.
Most of these classes were theory, though Harry was very advanced in his favorite classes, while Draco excelled in his. Harry and Draco were inseparable within a month, and Narcissa and Draco considered Harry a son, though Harry's next legal guardian, the headmaster of Hogwarts, would not let them adopt him. They had explained the situation, and Harry had excepted it, though he had told them that he didn't like the man who didn't want them to be a family.
So several years passed without a major incident. When the boys were ten, Harry made a car explode when a bully had slapped Draco. The explosion had scared the bully off, and the two elder Malfoys were proud of Harry. They explained that at the end of the summer, they would be getting Hogwarts letters. Harry had bounced around the house for a week, with Draco on a seemingly permanent sugar high.
Harry decided on what to call the two older Malfoys. Lucius became Tio, and Narcissa was Tia. Harry had explained that they were Spanish for aunt and uncle, though he spent a time calling them by other names, he enjoyed using the Spanish names for them.
That was another thing. Harry could hear a word of one language and be able to speak it flawlessly. Draco had a similar talent, though his was with a piano. He could hear a piece and play it without any problems or wrong notes. Narcissa and Lucius were very proud of them, and they were role models to other students.
Summer came and went, and, as they were told, the letters came, Harry's addressed to 'Somewhere out there'. They got their school stuff, Draco deciding on Harry's new wardrobe, which mainly held fine fabrics in muted colors, besides a few articles in a bright green. Harry had a good sense of fashion, but Draco was very possessive and rather liked doing things for Harry.
While shopping, Harry asked why he was so protective and possessive, and Draco replied "Because you're my Baby." and loaded more clothing into his arms.
They arrived on the platform amid pure chaos. Draco grabbed Harry's hand, leading the still small boy into an empty compartment. Harry smiled at Draco as he swept his hair forward so he didn't sit on it. Draco laughed at Harry, who had sat and stood instantly, accidentally missing a good chunk of hair and coincidentally pulling it as he sat. Harry sighed sat on the ground, wandlessly conjuring a pillow.
Draco looked out the door of the compartment door, before gesturing to Harry. Harry moved to the door, peering out at what Draco was pointing to. There was a rather pretty girl struggling to get her cloak, which had gotten caught in a door, unstuck. The two boys left the compartment and forced the door open, releasing the girl's cloak.
"Thank you. I'm Pansy by the way." The girl said, brushing imaginary lint off her cloak. "Draco. This is Harry. care to join us in our compartment?" Draco asked, gesturing to Harry.
Darn it! Pansy Parkinson thought, trying fruitlessly to open the door. Then, out of the blue two boys appeared, pulling open the door and released her cloak. She looked to the blonde boy, introducing herself. The first thing she noticed was how cute he was. He was the definition of a guy, with ear length platinum hair and gray-blue eyes. He had a good build, muscled, but not overly so. He introduced himself and the boy beside him, whom Pansy had not noticed. She took the time to study the other boy.
He was very...girlish. There was no other word. He had knee length ebony hair that glinted in the bright sunlight, with ruby lips set in pale skin. Looking into his eyes, which were a brilliant green, she could see emotions swirling like a pond in them. She stopped her inspections and followed the boys.
Draco entered first, sitting on a cushion on the floor and pulling the other boy onto his lap. They looked like brothers. Pansy looked at the two. They spent a little time talking to them, and they became fast friends. The three liked to do all sorts of things, and Pansy was like a third part of the group, putting her worth into subjects that Harry and Draco were rather bad at. Transfiguration, divination, and a few other subjects were her specialty, and she also had a talent, though hers was harder to use. She could sense emotions of those around her if she concentrated. they made a great team, and they talked the entire ride, never pausing.
Pansy concentrated on Draco, and love rolled off him in waves, along with affection and possessiveness to Harry. Harry had love and affection, as well as thankfulness. Pansy knew that she would be a major part of their group.
Draco was running his fingers through the hair on Harry's head as the ride progressed. They climbed off the train and into a carriage with another boy. Harry decided he didn't like the loud boy, who had introduced himself as Blaise.
They were ushered into the castle, and Harry waited to have his name called. Draco and Pansy were sorted into Slythrin, and Harry couldn't be happier when he was placed there as well. They ate at the feast, before heading to their common room. They entered the dorm and made sure they had beds next to each other. Harry made acquaintance with the other boys before going to bed.
Harry woke the next morning to Draco humming tunelessly while buried in his wardrobe. Harry laughed, and He yawned, climbing out of bed. Blaise, who was stifling a yawn, looked up and said "Mate, if you don't change soon, you'll be jumped by every guy on your way to the shower."
Harry looked down. He was wearing a pair of black fleece sleep pants, riding low on his hips. Harry shrugged, and pulled up his pants. They fell back around his hips, and Draco looked at him sharply.
"Harry, you should get dressed. And you are still too thin. You need to eat more." Draco announced. Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. but ever since I was little, I never had a real appetite." Harry said. Draco looked at Harry sternly.
"Go shower." Draco ordered, dragging said boy over to his wardrobe. Pulling it open, he selected clothes for harry and shoved Harry into the hallway, which had a few people walking to the common room or showers. Harry stumbled into the showers, which had two people in it besides Harry.
Harry got out of his sleep pants, leaving him in boxers. He slipped into a cubicle, and pulled them off, drawing the curtain behind him. He turned on the water and moaned softly as the hot water washed the tenseness from his body. Slumping against the wall, Harry grabbed a bottle full of thick crimson liquid.
Stepping out of the spray, he poured a good amount of the crimson into his hand, unknowingly dripping it on the floor just outside the curtain, which he accidentally had pushed out trying to get out of the spray. He lathered his body with the stuff, turning the bloody red into a red foam. He stepped back into the spray, and rinsed himself off. He grabbed a bottle of potion to lather his hair.
He rinsed his hair out. He lathered it with the sweet smelling potion he had used ever since he had started life with the Malfoy family. He inhaled deeply, the scent bringing back memories.
He rinsed his hair. He turned off the water, muttering a drying spell on his body and pulling on a robe that belted and was mid thigh length. While stepping from the steaming shower, he slipped on the soap and fell onto the floor, hitting his head and blacking out.
Theodore Knott was showering when he heard a loud smack, like something hard smacking the floor. He got out of his shower, wrinkling his nose at the metallic smell before his eyes fell on Harry and the growing puddle of crimson around his head.
"Guys! Harry fell in the shower!" Theodore yelled, taking off into the dorm room, where the guys were getting ready. Draco was on his feet in a second. He ran to the bathroom, and seeing Harry on the floor. He turned to Blaise. "Get Snape and Pomfrey." Draco ordered, falling to his knees in the crimson. He watched Harry closely, making note of his color. Snape came running in, and fell to his knees by Harry. Poppy came in a moment later.
She scanned Harry, before demanding a potion from Severus. She poured it into Harry's mouth, and stroked his throat until he swallowed. Then she levitated Harry to the hospital wing, tucking him into a bed, while Severus dealt with the blood and the boys in Harry's dorm.