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A/N: R&R please? Something I can work on while also working on Meddling Gryffindors. Enjoy!
June Fifth, both a day to be celebrated and a day considered taboo in the Malfoy household. It was on this day that the Malfoy heir was born, this was where it was celebrated. It was also the day that the black sheep of the family was born. Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy throne and all that was owned by the throne, was celebrated wherever he went in the home. Harry Malfoy, black sheep to the family and a(as the twins father had so delicately put it) shame to the family name, was looked down upon by the main family.
On this very day, the twins were celebrating their seventh birthday. Draco was sitting in front of a pile of presents, his greedy eyes flicking back and forth between each of the colorful wrapping papers. His parents sat on the couch, staring at their son with a look of complete adoration. Narcissa was the first one to note that Harry was absent from the festivity of present opening. Clucking her tongue in disapproval, she stood up and set her hand on Draco's shoulder.
"Wait five more minutes, Draco. Your brother seems to be missing," she said, her eyes narrowed. The blonde boy moaned in utter anger at his brother. Didn't his brother know it was Draco's special day? That he was ruining it by not attending the present opening? Of course not; the boy was incredibly self-centered and put himself before Draco. Draco watched his mother march off in the direction, or what could be presumed as the direction due to the massive size of the home, of the library. Harry was always off in the library with his nose in a book or in a hushed conversation with Zabini, a 'friend' of the two's who was the son of one of Lucius' friends.
Draco's thoughts were true, as when Narcissa found Harry, the boy was nibbling on a cookie in a comfy chair with a large leather bound copy of 'Dark Arts of the 15th Century' in his lap. The child peered up at his mother, green eyes sharing a bored expression of Draco's through glasses. He barely had time to close the book and finish his treat before his wrist was grabbed in a vice like grip and he was pulled downstairs to watch his brother open presents. Before they reached the living room, the two stopped and Narcissa pulled out a box from her pocket. She released the boys hand and handed the box to him. Harry looked up at his mother in confusion and shakily pulled the top off.
Laying in a bed of velvet was a pendant. It was shaped like a snake and in the place where the eyes would be were a red ruby and a green emerald. Harry stared at in awe and then looked up at Narcissa. "Mu-Mother, I don't-I never get presents," he said shakily, tears welling up. Narcissa sighed but said nothing about the gift. Harry, understanding the sigh and then silence, pulled the pendant out and put it on, hiding the pendant part and chain underneath his shirt. He gave the box back to his mother and the two walked into the room. Draco had already begun shredding the paper off of presents, littering the floor in the shiny paper. Narcissa took her spot next to Lucius again while Harry took a chair and watched as Draco yanked the paper off of a new broom.
"An Oakfield 320?" Draco said in awe, staring at the sleek wood before his face hardened unhappily. "But Father, I wanted a Pinetail. Everyone has this toothpick!" he whined, dropping the broom in utter distaste. Harry tsked at his brother but made no other sound. "I suppose I'll live though. Goyle is stupid, he'll trade me his for this log," Draco grumbled as he began tearing the wrapping off of another present.
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Later that night, after the family had eaten cake and Narcissa and Lucius had retired to their room, did Draco start taunting his brother about the presents. Harry, taking seclude in the library. Draco would never be caught in the library. Settling himself in the chair again, Harry pulled up one of the books he had been reading. It was a book on rare and magical artifacts. The title was worn out so much only a few letters were able to be read. Flipping through the pages, Harry soon came upon something that struck his interest.
"'The green eyed snake pendant is one of the rarest jewelry in the magical world. Able to procure protection and friendship amongst the serpents of the world, this pendant is strongly believed to have been owned or procured by Salazar Slytherin himself. Another pendant, however, is believed to hone similar qualities of this pendant, baring the same design in all but the eyes. While one eye renders the same color of the previously stated pendant, another eye is a deep ruby red. For more information on this artifact, seek the assistance of Lord Mathibus Lucifer,'" Harry murmured out loud, following the passage in deep interest. Harry tore his eyes away from the words to examine a picture of the man in question. He looked nearly eighty, possibly older. Maybe the age of Albus Dumbledore('Or older!' Harry mentally added).
Groaning tiredly, Harry situated himself in the chair so that the book laid next to him and he was curled up, using the arm rest as a pillow. Within minutes, the seven year old was asleep. His dreams were filled with images of snakes and other serpentine creatures who talked to him and told him of things that he did not understand. When morning came, Harry had no recollections of the dreams.
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"Mother, can I have some friends over?" whined Draco over breakfast, picking at his eggs and toast. His mother nodded and Harry looked up. If Draco could have friends over, maybe he could. Of course, he didn't have many friends, only one that was not a House-Elf. Blaise Zabini, someone he had befriended when they were three. The two were often huddled over a book or lurking in the kitchens with the Elves.
Chewing on his lip, causing Draco to send a scathing look at him at the ruining of a Malfoy body, Harry set his fork down. "Mother, may I invite Blaise over? If not, that's fine. I was just wondering since Draco was going to have friends over and I was wondering if I could as well but if not, I understand," Harry babbled, blushing when his brother glared at him. His mother made a silent grumble, which Harry understood as a yes, and set her fork down as well before striding off.
"Oh dear brother of mine, could you pass me the salt? If not, I understand. I just thought since you were having salt on your breakfast that I could as well, but I don't mind if you can't pass over the salt," sneered Draco, rolling his eyes at Harry. "Geez, you're such a Mudblood at times Harry. Honestly, what are you? A Muggle or a Malfoy?" he spat, slamming his hands on the table in utter annoyance. "Sometimes I wonder if they had a mix-up at Mungos and my real brother looks just like me, not some backwards and utter opposite of me," Draco grumbled, standing and leaving the dining room leaving Harry and his father behind. Lucius, without a word, apparated away, leaving Harry alone in the silence.