Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter and stuff . . . Well use your imagination
Chapter 1
September the 1st of Harry's 6th year
Lucius Malfoy looked into his bathroom mirror and grimaced in disgust. Faint outlines of scars blemished his pale skin. He merely put a glamour charm over the mars on his body and continued to prepare for the party/celebration at Hogwarts celebrating the end the war.Spying in the Dark Lord's inner circle had its price. At the final Battle, Harry Potter defeated Voldemort and many Death Eater's were killed. One of which happened to be Narcissa Malfoy. No big loss there . . . Lucius had always thought there was something missing that Narcissa could never fill up.
Downstairs, Draco Malfoy was going through a similar morning routine. He met up with his father at the door to the grounds and they walked together to the apparation point.
Coincidentally, Severus Snape was grumbling to himself something about the celebration/party and something else about insolent dunderheads. When he finally dragged himself out of bed, he took a shower but didn't even glance at his own scars. He merely covered them up with long clothing. His childhood hadn't been good to him either. Not having to put on the greasy-haired, git, vampire, Death Eater, Gyffindor-hating, evil Potions Master persona, he donned a dark green, surprisingly not black, robe and didn't apply the spell to make his hair greasy and make his skin sallow and potion-stained. Sighing, Severus started to make his way out of the dungeons toward the Great Hall.
Meanwhile, Harry had found an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express and put a notice-me-not charm on it. Being the Boy-Who-Lived, he was expected to attend the party. Funnily enough, Harry was still dumped at the Dursley's right after he had fought Voldemort in June. That meant more beating, neglect, and overwork just because he existed. Harry subconsciously traced his fresh scars at the memories.
At the party, Lucius politely chatted with other guests while Draco wandered around and found that all of his so-called friends were either dead or locked up and no one would talk to him. So he finally decided to slip out of the party and sit on the stairs in the Entrance Hall. Severus left as soon as it started. Lucius went down to the dungeons to visit Severus who, if left otherwise, would have been brewing potions all day.
Harry, meanwhile, had been wandering the corridors, not wanting to be found and dragged back to the party. He was going down a flight of stairs when he found Draco Malfoy blocking his path.
"Malfoy?"
"I tend to prefer Draco." he mumbled not looking up. After he did, his eyes widened as he saw who it was he was talking to.
Harry raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"What? I don't have to pretend to hate you anymore and I have no real friends to hang out with."
"Touché. Then you call me Harry. I'd rather get away from the mobs that follow me around and my 'relatives.'"
"That could get annoying."
"You've no idea."
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Lucius and Severus were going to the kitchens to get some lunch rather than rejoin the party. They were about to round the corner into the Entrance Hall when they heard voices.
"Who would be outside the party?"
"No idea."