The next few days past quickly. Draco could hardly believe his parents would be back the next day. As weird as it was at first, be started feeling comfortable around Apple. (That's what he called her, was there any other name fitting?) Of course, Draco probably felt much more comfortable because she was now wearing some old robes of his, not just a towel. The robes were too small for him and were a bit raggedy, as they were a few years old, but at least they were small enough to fit her. Draco offered to buy her new robes ("Mum had a tab at Twilfit and Tattings, she'll never notice a few extra galleons.") but Apple declined. She wasn't like Pansy Parkinson, Draco noticed. If he had offered to buy Pansy new robes, he knew she would insist on the best and most expensive ones she could find.

Those first days, Draco and Apple looked through the Transfiguration book. They found a footnote on the same page as the Potion to Produce Human Life. It explained that with the potion, the new life would be aged roughly to the same age of the potion's maker. As well, it would give the new life the ability to speak the maker's native language.

"That potion is amazing. I wonder if it also made you pureblood, do you think?"

"Of course not, Draco. While I am a witch, blood status is only who your parents are. I have no parents. Physically purebloods are no different from muggleborns... or even muggles, really."

"I suppose," Apple is definitely not like Pansy, Draco thought. But maybe that was a good thing?

The next day Draco was starting to get nervous. How could he explain this to his parents? Should he tell the truth? No, of course not. Lies were the way to go in this case.

"Okay, Apple. My parents can't know you were, well, an apple."

"Don't think they'll understand?"

"Precisely. They aren't as... understanding as I am. Anyway, we'll take the Floo network to Diagon Alley. They also won't understand the shape of your robes, so please let me buy you some new ones. Then you can hang out in the Leaky Cauldron while I ask my parents if I can have a friend come over. After that, we'll have to figure out where you'll be staying, since you can't stay here once my parents get home. Don't worry, we'll find-"

Draco was interrupted by an owl flying in the open window. The owl flew straight to Apple and dropped a letter. It was from Hogwarts!

"Dad told me once that any magical person could be accepted at Hogwarts and Durmstrang is much more exclusive. Well, I guess he's right."