A/N: I do not own Harry Potter (although I wish that I did (money!! $_$)) all rights go to J.K Rowling, though I'm just borrowing her ideas and adding some of mine.

The opposite side of the coin

Lucius Malfoy and his wife Narcissa black, lived at Malfoy mansion. They were proud to be one of the last noble pure-blood family's in the world, and had great influence with the ministry of magic.

Lucius was a man with long blond hair combined with gray eyes and a pale and pointed face that face that spoke of unquestionable aristocratic superiority. Narcissa had blonde hair, blue eyes, and just like her husband, a very pale face.

They were loyal followers of the dark wizard Voldemort, and when their lord fell, they made a decision that would change the course of history.

Knowing that their master would return, the Malfoys used their influence with the ministry to adopt the one that had seemingly destroyed their master, and to prevent him from ever becoming a threat to their master or his work, they would secretly raise him to revere the one he destroyed and to mould him into his most dangerous servant. While Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, wanted him to be taken in by his natural blood line, the magical population sided with the Malfoys, convinced that a boy with such promise should not be raised by muggles. The combined force of the noble Malfoys, the minister of magic, and the rest of the magical population, was too much for the headmaster, and he was forced to give in.

Minerva McGonagall was pacing through the headmaster's office, her emerald robes flowing behind her, her normally stern eyes now looking furious.

'We all know that the Malfoys are death eaters Albus, we cannot allow them to adopt the boy who just vanquished their master, who knows what they'll do to him?'

Albus Dumbeldore was sitting behind his desk, the friendly twinkle that usually appeared in his eyes was not there. His hands buried in his face, it was one of the few times McGonagall had seen him utterly defeated.

'What do you suggest, Minerva?' the tired headmaster said. 'The Malfoy's have the ministry and the magical population behind them, there is nothing we can do except hope for the best when he arrives here, and pray that we might be able to turn him from the path you fear he will take.'

'The wizengamot will listen to us, if we can press charge maybe one of the order can adopt the boy!' McGonagall said stubbornly.

Dumbledore did not look at her.

'You know as well as I do that the wizengamot is just as convinced as the magical population, they are all convinced that the hero of this age should not be allowed to be raised by people of non magical origin.'

McGonagall still looked defiant.

'Admit defeat Minerva, it is all we can do for now.' Dumbledore added.

Ten years later, at Malfoy mansion, Lucius was leaning on his staff. 'impossible', the blond haired wizard thought, 'an eleven year old!'. He looked up to the boy in black robes who was now slowly walking towards the nearly kneeling man, robes flowing behind him as if moved by an invisible wind. He had changed in the last ten years. Lucius remembered him as a healthy looking child, with black hair, a friendly baby smile, green eyes and a lightning shaped scar that told about his battle with his master. Hardly any of that boy still remained.

The healthy looking skin had been replaced by a pale colour to which even he could not compare. The green eyes had been reduced to a dark green that spoke of a scarred life combined with heavy training. Only the hair and the scar had remained.

'Expelliarmus' said the boy softly, as he kept walking towards the now kneeling man.

The force of his attackers spell send Lucius crashing into the basement wall, his wand and walking staff flying to the opposite basement wall.

He remembered his decision. The decision to train the boy to become a powerful ally to the dark lord when he returned. To train the boy everyday of his life, he trained him to duel. The corruption of the dark lord's only threat a sign of great loyalty, the effort he put into it day after day, a sign of great devotion.

'Wingardium Leviosa' The boy said in that soft tone.

Had the decision been wrong?

Lucius felt his body lift from the ground, and float slightly to the left. Lucius's eyes widened when he realized what this boy was going to do.

Without a change of expression, the boy pointed his wand at the far right wall. Lucius opened his mouth to stop the boy, but it was too late, he crashed into the right wall, and before he could even recover, the boy pointed his wand upwards, and send him crashing into the ceiling. Finally he pointed his wand to the floor, making Lucius crash against the cold, hard, basement floor.

Pausing only to regain his breath, Lucius spoke.

'Enough Harry'.

The boy lowered his wand.

'Are you okay father?' the boy asked, his face contradicting his words.

'A bit bruised I think' Lucius replied, picking himself up from the floor.

'Accio' Harry said, and Lucius's staff and wand came flying towards its master.

'I'll be glad when you are off to Hogwarts' Lucius said. He had not dared to teach the boy any dangerous spells, not even to use them in fear the boy might figure them out. Not out of pity for the boy, but to keep himself safe. Unarmed as he was, if the boy could have broken several of his bones with just a single hover charm, there was no telling what the boy could accomplish with real spells, fast as he was.

'They will be able to teach you far more than I can'.

Watching the boy from the corner of his eye, he saw the boy's dark green eyes flashing the purest black for a second.

'I can hardly wait.'

Lucius watched the boy. No, the decision had not been wrong, he would grow to be powerful, a dark wizard worthy of serving the dark lord.

Narcissa, Harry and Draco had to go to Diagon alley to buy their stuff for school, while Lucius remained behind to do some work. When the three had disappeared from his sight, he began writing a letter. He could only hope that Severus might have some control over the boy, it would not do if Harry was expelled from Hogwarts before his lord returned.

When Narcissa, Harry and Draco arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, a man behind the bar made an awkward bow and said 'good afternoon Mrs. Malfoy'. His gaze swept to Draco and Harry, 'and good afternoon to you young lads.' Not knowing the man, Harry swept past him without saying a word, if his father had not told him about the man behind the counter, it would be of no importance and therefore the man was not worthy of his attention. It was clear that Draco shared his opinion, and together they continued to the back of the bar.

The three entered Diagon Alley, and after they bought school books, Harry spotted an enormous man, coming out of what could only be Gringotts. 'Who is that?' Harry asked, having never before seen a man that tall. 'Rubeus Hagrid, gamekeeper of Hogwarts' Narcissa said indifferently.

Harry could not help but stare at the giant man, and as he walked past the three of them, their eyes met.

The eyes of the man widened, and he moved towards them, in what Harry estimated was to be an enormous hug.

'I haven't seen you since you were a baby!' Hagrid almost roared. 'How are you doing?!'

Harry noticed that this Hagrid obviously wasn't going to stop, and before he could crush him in a giant hug, Harry had pulled out his wand and was now pointing it to the man's chin.

'Don't touch me' Harry sneered with contempt. Harry saw Draco also pulling out his wand and pointing it to Hagrid. Narcissa kept to the background, but had a bemused smile on her face.

Hagrid's eyes switched from confusion, to sadness, and without a word, moved away from them down into the street.

Harry withdrew his wand, and as Draco did the same, he spoke.

'How does that man know me?' I have never seen him before.' Harry asked his mother.

'Obviously drunk dear', Narcissa said, still bemused with the entire situation.

'Come on now,' she continued. 'you already have wands' she smiled at that, 'so you only need school robes.'

As the three moved to Madam Malkins, Harry could not help but wonder why that man had been so happy to see him. He was sure that he had never seen him before.

Dismissing the man from his mind, he entered the shop.

Lucius, Narcissa, their son Draco and Harry were walking through King's Cross Station, on their way to the Hogwarts express. Harry and Draco were walking side by side, two hired men pushing forth their trolley's. Harry and Draco both wore identical black robes and were talking about the Hogwarts houses. Draco had been his only friend his entire life, and although Harry did not mention it, he would be devastated if he did not get to be in the same house as his friend.

'…most of all the purebloods are in Slytherin for the most part, of course there are some exceptions, but the majority will be in Slytherin.' Draco narrowed his eyes. 'Tss.. Lets hope we do not have to share a room with a mudblood, or worse, a blood traitor'. Harry had heard his family talking about blood traitors, apparently a family called the Weasleys were the biggest of the blood traitor family's. His father said that you could always recognise a Weasley because of the red hair and freckles. He wondered if he was going to meet one of them. It could be fun. Grinning slightly, he and Draco passed the barrier that separated the muggle and the magical platform of 9 ¾.

The two boys turned to their parents. Draco kissed his mother and hugged his father, who wished him good luck. Harry hugged his mother and shook hands with his father, who in turn wished him good luck as well. Waving, the two boys entered the train, dismissing the two hired men who had just finished with their trolleys.

Draco and Harry found an empty compartment, and claimed all the seats in the small room.

As the train began moving, Harry was already lost in thought.

'It has really begun now'.

'Wasn't there supposed to be some old fart on this train who is supposed to sell food?' Draco inquired, glancing into the hallway of the train as if expecting the food trolley to appear at his pure will alone.

'Supposed to be.' Harry said without any real interest.

'Tss…well I'm hungry' ,Draco said. 'want to come and see if she is even on the train?'

'Ah well, can't deny that I'm not a bit hungry myself.' Harry yawned and followed Draco out of the compartment. Turning at the door, Harry murmured 'Colloportus'. So that the door would magically seal itself.

After a few minutes without finding the food trolley, Harry noticed something in a compartment to his left. He nudged Draco.

'Draco, look at that boy….could it be a….?' letting his words trail.

Draco seemed to get it in an instant, and walked into the compartment, where a girl just muttered, 'reparo' and repaired something of the red haired boy opposite her.

'Nice charm, perhaps you should try it on your hair', Draco sneered.

Although Harry did not know the girl, Draco seemed to, and he did not seem to hold her in high regards. Harry wondered who she could be.

'A Malfoy huh?' said the red haired boy who could only a Weasley.' Get out, we do not want you company.'

Draco turned a little red. 'Oh, I wouldn't hope to disturb you Weasley, although you do make a good couple'. He said with an evil smile.

The Weasley turned red and put his hands in his pants as if to pull out something, yet before he could get what ever it was from his pants, the girl already had her wand in hand.

'You will notice that I do not only know repairing charms' she said pointing his wand at Draco.

Draco put his hands in his robe, but it was too late, for the girl already cried, 'furnunculus'.

'protego' Harry muttered.

Harry's shield charm effectively blocked the girl's spell, making her fall back on the bench again.

The Weasley had his wand pulled out and was now pointing it at Harry, who muttered 'expelliarmus' Making the boy's wand fly through the compartment.

'Come on Draco, we didn't come here to fight' Harry said frowning. 'We came to find some food'.

After finding the food trolley and buying their lunch, Harry and Draco returned to their compartment (Harry muttering 'alohomora') and patiently waited for the castle to appear.

When the train stopped, all first years were told to follow the gamekeeper. Draco noticed Hagrid, the one they had seen at Diagon Alley, standing at the end of the platform, talking to what seemed to be an older Weasley. Noticing that he had a job to do, he moved to the train and yelled 'first years, this way'. Harry and Draco followed the giant man until they reached the shores of a black lake. Pointing at several small boats Hagrid once more yelled over the crowd.

'Not more than four people in a boat at the same time'.

Harry and Draco had soon claimed a boat, but were forced to share it with two people who had not been so fast with claiming a boat. The Weasley boy, and the Reparo girl, and while the Weasley and Draco got into a staring match, Harry managed to eye the girl calmly.

Soon the boats were floating over the black lake.

Luckily a giant castle appeared at the other side of the lake, which attracted everyone's attention, for Draco had been about to say something which would ensure that at least one of them would get thrown off the boat.

They arrived at the other side of the shore, and after a few minutes of walking, they arrived at the giant doors of the castle, on which Hagrid began to pound with his fists until the doors opened.

In the doorway stood a witch in emerald green robed and glasses, who eyed them with a stern gaze.

'The first years professor McGonagall' Hagrid said.

'Thank you Hagrid, I will take them from here' the witch named McGonagall said.