A/N: Here it is Chapter One, The beginning of Harry Lucius Malfoy's life. Please Review after and tell me if I have something wrong or if I need to change something into a British/Wizard term.
Draco's POV:
"Mum when's Harry going to wake?" My barely audible whisper was able to make it to my mom's sensitive ears. Her face broke into that of worry, the only time she looks so vulnerable is when it comes down to both mine and Harry's safety. This squeezes my insides as guilt fills me up.
"Harry won't want to miss the train tomorrow. Your father assumes he's going to wake this afternoon and he will need his medicine after. Draco don't worry I'm not mad for the bludger incident. Now finish up your afters we're going to Knockturn Alley then we'll get some ice cream." At that she stood up leaving me and a house elf who is tending to the dishes.
The thought of getting a chance to go into stores in Knockturn Alley was tempting, the last time with dad he was barking. Maybe those odd little shops had sold dad the things he hid from people. The silence is interrupted with the sound of moving dishes. I get a glimpse of the food before it disappeared along with mom's dishes.
"Pudge will get Master Draco his clean robes. Pudge will be right back." With a snap of fingers the house elf disappeared within an instant.
It baffles me that we have power over house elves when they too have power. It entertained my mind with thoughts of what I am capable of doing that I have power over a creature that could snap his fingers and blow us five yards away. Pudge was my birthday gift when I turned four, Harry was offered one too but he was daft enough to give the house elf his socks. The house elf stuck around with him though. Father was livid at him but calmed down. Harry instead got a Quidditch set with his own broomstick which he never once touched. Of course I couldn't let it just waste away, so I started practicing trying to get the broomstick under control while Harry studied spells and read books about Quidditch. Then Harry furthered angering our dad by claiming we should pay the Malfoy elves allowance.
A smug look etches itself on my face as witches and wizards clad in dark robes stop their mutterings and press themselves onto the walls when they see the flash of pale blonde hair I have. I lift up my head while following my mother who gives nods to some wizards I recognize as some of father's company.
I give a slight smile towards them, being civilized wouldn't only make me look good but it would earn other Pureblood families' respect. Knockturn Alley was home to the long line of Purebloods like the Black and Malfoy family.
Once the first building of Diagon Alley is visible it's almost as if I've stepped into a different world rather than a flight of stairs. Colorful buildings filled with wizards and witches. Diagon Alley is somewhat better than Knockturn with it's appearance but it will never hide the traitors. I quickly pick out the mudbloods faster than you could find a Weasley. The mudbloods cling onto their muggle parents who look bemused. The muggles heads snap towards our direction when they notice people shuffling to give us space to walk.
"I'm sure Lucius showed you where the ice cream shop is. Here's some sickles if you find anything else. I'll be back with Harry's medicine." My mom, a strong woman who rarely lets emotions marr her pale face hugs me and kisses my forehead while shoving the heavy pouch into my hands. I hug my mother back ignoring the prying gaze of people around us.
Walking into Flourish and Blotts could make you strain you neck to see what tomes were that thick and tall. The tallest one was on the top at the quietest corner where I recide in to get away from people. I sit down and pick out one of the books with golden letterings spelling, Advanced Potions.
Interestingly I found my nose buried into the pages like what Harry does without his glasses. The potion I read about mentioned how if drunk, the person would spill all of his secrets. Even the buried dark secrets that could land you into Azkaban would be spilled. I look around to see nobody around facing me. I rip the pages before shoving it into my pocket.
"Hey!" A bushy dark blonde haired girl pointed at the still open book lying on my lap with an accusing glare. I take note of her muggle clothes before snapping the book shut with a smirk.
"What mudblood?" I ask with an innocent voice earning a confused look from the girl. I push the book back into the shelf before staring at the shorter girl.
"I think laws apply here to." The girl's cheeks flushed with anger.
She obviously knew that I had insulted her without actually knowing what it meant.
"I have enough money to buy this store!" I exclaimed disgusted that this mudblood was trying to actually tell me what's right.
"Then why did you do that?" She asked throughly confused.
"Who are you?" I asked trying to get the subject off the course it's headed.
The girl bent down and picked up the same book and an identical one. She flips the book I had to land on the ripped pages. My eyebrows raise at her actions. She does the same to the other book but the pages were still intact. She looks at me questioningly and gently places back the books.
"Why don't you just give me this potion and you'll find out what's my name." Her voice added in a slightly teasing voice.
"The Ver-ti-ra-serum is illegal." I roll my eyes at her.
"Ve-ri-ta-serum you mean. If it's illegal why steal the pages?"
Her know-it-all statement bugged me but somehow I liked that she wasn't cowering like most mudbloods against the Malfoys.
A plump woman with bright red hair and tattered clothes rounded around the corner, "Granger there you are. Your mother has been pestering people about your whe-" She stops her rant and looks at me not bothering to hide her discomfort. The Weasley's mother straightened up and nodded towards me. I don't bother smiling at her instead I face Granger.
"Well see you soon Granger." I shoved my way past the woman before hearing the girl say something to the Weasley.
"Mrs. Weasley what's a mudblood?" I smirked all the way to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream shop.
Harry's POV:
"Dobby!" The big eyed house elf looked at me in fear when I jumped out of bed.
I wanted to hug Dobby, thank him for his sacrifi-
I look into the house elf's big green eyes which reminded me of tennis balls. I remember them closing as a free elf after saving us. Now he was still wearing a worn out pillowcase but wore a pair of bright yellow socks.
"Dobby are we dead?" My statement trembled. If Dobby is dead that means I am and that Sirius should be here with my parents. I look around and see the bed with green satin covers and a four poster bed. Everything in this room screamed Slytherin to my disgust. There's only one Slytherin in mind that I find decent, besides his act Snape truly was someone who watched over me and not just a git of a professor.
"Dobby does not understand Harry Malfoy. Should Dobby get Master and his wife?" Dobby looks almost scared of my state.
Harry Malfoy? What the bloody hell is going on!
"No Dobby. But Dobby what happened?" I struggle finding the right words. I suddenly realize that I'm about two feet taller than Dobby. I knew I wasn't that tall but I know I had grown quite taller than this. I walk towards the nearest mirror. My jaws drop to my chest and the distantly familiar boy did the same. My body was back to it's thin eleven year old form. Instead of my surroundings being a cramped cupboard it was an elegant room filled with books and scattered parchment. Moving Posters were plastered on the walls. Moving pictures framed on the nightstand. It was a familiar family of blondes except for the woman and myself. I was in the middle grinning widely while patting the younger version of Draco's back who had a broad grin.
"Master Draco hit you with a bludger!" The anger was evident in his voice then if possible his eyes grew twice its size.
Before I could stop him he repeatedly banged his head on the wooden floor. I yanked him up into the air enough just so he stops.
"Dobby didn't mean to disrespect Master Harry's brother. Dobby will iron his hands out." Knowing this wasn't an empty suggestion I guide him away from doing that.
"Dobby do you know some things about my life? I seem to have forgotten." This was reasonable, a bludger would be enough to give me a concussion. But that's not the case, I need to ask Hermione about this. Wait!
"Dobby did I miss the train to Hogwarts?"
The elf nodded no, "Malfoys are leaving tomorrow. Mrs. Malfoy went with Master Draco to get Harry Malfoy's medicine. Harry must wait in bed. Dobby will tell Master Malfoy." Without any words on my part he left with a snap. I was left looking at the dark blue silver pajamas that fitted around my petite body. It felt so weird having been through all the memories and thoughts and reviewing it in this body. The last time I was eleven I thought about hiding from uncle Vernon and Dudley in my cupboard.
A wave of memories knocked me onto my bed, the flashes played out like a movie. They weren't mine, they were Harry Lucius Malfoy's.
One was when I gave the socks to Dobby, Draco and I playing pranks on Blaise, Lucius screaming at Dobby, Narcissa and Lucius hugging each other under a mistletoe, me getting my owl with Draco, both of us getting our Hogwart's letter, getting hit with a bludger while blindly reading.
After the images slowly ceased my memries played from my first year so long ago. Again Hermione was the center, this meant something. Maybe she could help me solve this like she always does.At this thought I couldn't wait for tomorrow to come for me to go to Hogwarts and repeat first year, I knew alot more and I could stop Voldemort.
Another memory entered my mind a green flash headed my way from Voldemort's wand. My mom like always was the first target. The same thing happened and soon this Harry was left orphaned with a lightning bolt scar. Lucius found me and took me as his own when he heard me speak my first word, momin parseltongue.
I fall asleep into another whirlwind of images of The Golden Trio's infamous rumoured adventures. At the back of my mind I knew that Harry Potter died along with the war that left Hogwart's in ruins. And now like a phoenix, Harry is reborn into Harry Lucius Malfoy. Still The-Boy-Who-Lived but now under the dark magic's influence. This made me feel sick when the image of Hermione being tortured here in this very same place flashed in my dreams.
Tomorrow I'll go to Hogwarts. Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Hagrid, the castle will be there alive and well.