Disclaimer: Unfortunately I did not have the pleasure on creating the Harry Potter series but I do have the pleasure of twisting the story in anyway I want to and make any pairings I want because it came into existence( thanks J.K. Rowling). Therefore I present The Secret of Life.

The Meeting

Draconis Lucius Malfoy was sitting on his balcony watching the family eagle fly on top of the Quidditch field and scaring away any unwanted company, protecting the rest of the birds while doing so. The eagle was prideful and puffed out it's chest while it conversed with the other birds. Not afraid of their species, not worried about its parents and so called 'responsibilities', not afraid of every move it makes in case it angers his father but continuing to do as it pleases with no foreseen consequences.

Draco sighed to himself. He wished he had the freedom to do as he wishes. Last night he had an epiphany and not a moment too soon. It was a week before school started and he was about to go to Diagon Alley in order to get his school supplies. He was looking forward to Hogwarts at first because he would get to make filthy mudbloods feel as worthless as they are, but last night changed things drastically.

Lucius, his father, had brought a muggle girl home. He'd a lot to drink with his fellow Death Eaters, which of course included Avery, Mulciber, Crabbe Senior, Goyle Senior and the two Lestrange brothers. They decided that it would be entertaining to bring some filth to their house to toy with. It wasn't unusual. They did this often, Draco knew, drunk or sober. Ever since the Dark Lord died the Death Eaters that weren't caught and put in Azkaban decided that it was up to them to make sure that they got rid of the remaining filth in the world slowly but surely. The Ministry knew none the wiser. All they saw was rich men the bribed them and kept them in the job. They got away with everything.

At the time Draco was proud of the work his father and his friends were doing. Ever since he was born he had been told that muggles and muggleborns were contaminating the world, that muggles were just waiting to get their filthy hands on the to hang them and burn them and that mudbloods were even worse. They were mutants that were going to spread a disease on all purebloods. All this time Draco believed everything that was told to him because, well, there was no one to tell him otherwise. And it was his father, for Merlin's sake. What else was he supposed to think?

Last night changed everything of course, and it was all because of Antonin bloody Dolohov and his father's stupid pride and Draco's stupid weakness.

When his father and the other Death Eaters returned home they were laughing while they dragged the silenced muggle in the house. The girl at most was six years old. She was kicking and attempted to scream but not a sound came out. There were tears running down her face, her wide blue eyes filled with fear and despair. Draco watched, frozen with shock from the doorway to the living room. He had never witnessed these things happen before. He only heard sounds from up in his room briefly, mostly screams and cackling. Even then he only heard it for a brief moment before his mother silenced the room. He became immune to the noise, because that was what was expected of him. Only listen and follow orders, never question what is happening because that is just the way things are. Until the time came for him to become a leader like his father and take over the family fortune he was only required to be a faithful son. This was never a problem because he only ever knew what his father told him.

When he stared into that girl's eyes he saw something else. He saw her story. He saw that she was snatched out of nowhere and she was scared. He saw that she had no idea where she was and that she was innocent. She had no idea who they were and why they were taking her. She had no idea that she was filth. She had no idea why she was there. And her eyes pleaded for them to stop. Draco made to take a step towards her, to help her in anyway he could though he didn't know how at that moment, but his mother held him in place.

He turned to look at her and wasn't surprised to see that her face was impassive, revealing no emotion. He was surprised however to see sorrow in her eyes. That one little emotion seemed to trigger something in Draco at that moment. His mother had always been the one to reveal the most care to Draco. Taking him out to hang out with his friends, making cookies for him on the weekends and making sure he remained as happy as possible. His father was more of the intimidating figure to put him in his place if he stepped out of line. Draco had always assumed that his mother agreed with everything his father did to muggles and mudbloods. But this little display of emotion proved otherwise. Draco had cleared his throat uncomfortably which caught the attention of Dolohov.

Dolohov had turned and caught his eye, then he smirked slightly. He must have noticed the little show of sympathy in Draco, or at least the tiniest hint of him feeling anything more than hatred towards the muggle. At that moment Draco was more terrified than he had ever been.

"Lucius, my friend, don't you think it's time that little Draco learned what it truly means to be pure."

Lucius turned to look at his son and smiled with glee. Draco gulped nervously. He had never seen his father so unhinged. "Ah yes! Draco come and witness us clean the world of filth!"

Narcissa tightened her grip on her son for a split second, then reluctantly released him. Draco allowed himself to feel panic before schooling his features into an impassive portrait. If they questioned his feelings for a second he had no doubt they would literally knock some sense into him. He didn't want the fate that would most likely meet this poor innocent muggle girl. Draco walked forward to be by his father's side and looked at the muggle girl again. She looked at him like he was a monster. He stared at her eyes, conveying that he was sorry. All she did was turn her head away, a tear running down her chubby cheek.

After that the hours were filled with tortured screams, blood spilling, hysterical laughter and the feeling of nausea that wouldn't leave him. When the girl finally started to die Draco mentally sighed in relief, glad that the girl's suffering would end, outwardly he was laughing with the rest of the Death Eaters glad that another piece of filth would be gone.

His father bent down to whisper in his son's ear. "Look at her eyes Draco." He did as he was told. "Look at how the life leaves her body. Isn't it beautiful." Draco nodded because even though it was disgusting how it happened the sight of the soul leaving a body was beautiful. If it was a peaceful death Draco would be crying tears of sadness and joy. But he was a part of this death.

He watched as an innocent girl was sliced, hexed, flung around and Crucioed. He stood there and did nothing. He had never felt more disgusted in his life.

While his father and the other Death Eater disposed the body Draco exited the room as quickly as possible and ran up the stairs when he passed his parents room he heard the faint sound of sobs. If it was possible Draco felt even more digusted with himself and also confused. His mother cried for the loss of a muggle.

Before his head exploded he ran to his room and slammed the door shut and locked it. Then he jumped in his bed and started to sob. He felt so confused, so conflicted, so dirty. He thought the muggles were the beast, the animals, but what he saw down there was a small innocent little girl. A person. The only animals he saw were his father and his Death Eater buddies.

But his father had said that they were savages, a disease, apart of his brain shouted. But his heart and eyes were shouting just as intensely. I know what I saw, they seemed to say, the girl was innocent.

He didn't even know her name.

He didn't even know who was waiting out there for the little blue eyed girl to return to them.

He din't even know what to think anymore.

Eventually he cried himself to sleep. Now he was still pondering about what he should believe. Part of him wanted to believe his father just wasn't in his right mind tough he knew better. It was confirmed that he was in fact happy about what had happened last night when he sat down at dining table and immediately started boasting about last night while giving Draco pleased looks.

Now he was still thinking about this later in the afternoon on his balcony. I'll just wait a little longer until I pass judgement, Draco thought, I'll wait until I get to Hogwarts and see how the mud-muggleborns are. He was pleased with his decision and was finally at peace since last night.

"Draco! It's time to go dear!" Narcissa called.

Draco sighed. Hopefully new things for school would cheer him up. Maybe I'll even meet Harry Potter, he thought excitedly. He heard The Boy Who lived was a halfblood. Despite the fact his father was against him Draco had always admired him. As a baby he was able to defeat the most powerful dark wizard around and that by itself was amazing.

"Draco dear hurry up!" shouted his mother.

Draco chanced one more look at the brave eagle flying circles around the Quidditch pitch before heading out his room to meet his mother, hoping that today would be a good day.

Hermione Jane Grange was a clever girl. She noticed everything and knew about everything an eleven year-old girl could know. So when her letter to Hogwarts came she was a bit skeptical. How is it possible that something of this magnitude of importance slipped past her? So she brushed it off as a prank. It was after all more likely than a magic school. The kids in her neighborhood didn't like her and often did things like this anyway.

She is strange, they would say, who reads books instead of going out to recess. Hermione didn't mind though. She was comforted by the tales and myths that she surrounded her self with. All that mattered was that her parents loved her, cared for her the same way she cared for them. If a few bullies had a problem they could shove it up their arse.

So imagine her surprise when she let a stray cat in to feed like she usually does and the animal turned into a women with a letter in her hand. The woman's name was Minerva McGonagall and she would be her Transfiguration professor at Hogwarts. She explained everything about magic and even demonstrated by turning Hermione's book into a doll that looked strangely similar to Alice from Alice in Wonderland.

After that she left Hermione was ecstatic. This explained all the strange things that have happened around her. Like that time she was angry at a group of kids for pushing her books to the ground outside and a ton of humming birds came and attacked them. Also that one time she turned her teachers hair purple for ignoring her raised hand in class.

I hope I fit in, thought Hermione. She was going to Diagon Alley today and would see her first glimpse of magic ever. She clutched the Alice doll close to her chest and danced around her room happily. She couldn't wait to see what the world had to offer her.

Harry James Potter stood next to Hagrid in front of the entrance to Diagon Alley marveling over what happened the last week. All the letters and a half giant were telling him who he was. Harry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter, Savior of the Wizarding World.

Harry snorted to himself. He felt far from some savior. He felt like he had finally gone insane. He was half expecting someone to come out and say: "Gotcha! Can't believe you fell for that." Or better yet, a group to take him to an asylum for dreaming up such preposterous things. But he was awake, and as far as he knew sane, so Harry just decided to go with the flow and accept what was happening.

He hoped that when he got to the Wizarding World people would treat him like an equal and not royalty, but he knew the chances were unlikely. Despite the fact that his parents were murdered he thought this was the greatest day of his life. He just wished that he was raised by his parents. I would have been raised in a loving family, Harry thought, I could have been around all the magic I wanted. But alas that ship has sailed. Now Harry would make the best of this moment.

Without Dudley around he could make real friends. Friends who would play chess with him and walk to class with him and care for him. Harry smiled at the thought before he was distracted by the brick wall moving away to reveal his first glimpse of magic.

Harry's jaw dropped.

"Woah!"

Little did the three children know that their life would change forever that day and that the strongest bond ever would grow amongst them. The bond that would make the most powerful team the Wizarding World has ever seen since the Founders.