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Chapter 3

A tall long-haired blond man holding a silver headed cane had stopped in of a goblin teller when he was jostled from behind. He turned, irate and fully prepared to sneer and belittle whoever had dared to bump him. Yes it was common for people to jostle together in lines while waiting for a teller to become free, but it never happened to a Malfoy. They were at the top in power and in bloodlines. It was dangerous to cross a Malfoy, they were considered a dark family even though most would never dare to hint so in public. Their political standing was ironclad. So Lucius Malfoy was quiet prepared to ring whoever's neck it was that dared to bump into him.

He found no one, until he lowered his gaze and spotted two things. A dark haired child with distressed eyes clutching a black-board, dressed in rags he wouldn't even let a house-elf wear, and taped glasses. The second thing he spotted was a gangly red-haired child rushing away from the scene. It became evident what had happened. The red-haired child had shoved the black-haired child into him.

Although he was at one time a death eater, Lucius Malfoy never stooped so low as to hurt a child. And after making friends with Severus Snape during his time in Hogwarts he new very well the look of the abused. So instead of ripping someone a new one like he had planned. He said nothing and waited to see what the child would do.

Harry was shaking quiet badly in his over large clothes. He had seen the man's face when he had whirled around after Harry had been shoved into him from behind by a tall red-head kid. He had been fully prepared to be treated like his uncle would have treated him, should the same had happened. But the man said and did nothing. It looked like he was waiting for something...'Oh!' Harry thought. And turned his black-board to himself and scrawled in hurried hand writing. He then flipped the board around and held it up for the man to read.

Lucius Malfoy raised an eye-brow as he looked at the hastily scrawled message the child had held up.

I'm so sorry for running into you sir.

He frowned briefly, the child hadn't wrote that it was an accident or that another child had pushed him. Indeed the sentence made it seem as if he was expecting the blame and rather than defend himself, he made it seem like he had been running pell mell through Gringotts. Silly boy. The goblins themselves would had halted the child should he have been running. Nevertheless he had seen enough. "Apology accepted. And what may I ask is your name? And were are your parents?"

My name is Harry Potter and my parents are dead. My guardians are not magical and do not feel comfortable here so they are waiting outside.

It was only his years of political training that allowed Lucius to keep his expression stoic. Harry Potter was abused. And he expected him to believe that his guardians would let him enter Gringotts on his own. Preposterous.

"I am Lord Malfoy, lordling Potter. You may call me Mr. Malfoy as we are related through my wife's mother's sister, whose sister was your grandmother Lady Dorthea Black. If it is permissible I will help you with your errands today. I assume you are getting ready for Hogwarts?"

Harry was in shock. This man was a lord and he was related to him! And he was offering to help Harry get his stuff. He knew he shouldn't trust strangers, but he had always been able to tell if people were lying to him, or wanted to hurt him. Mr. Malfoy so far was not inclined to either. Plus the goblin behind him was nodding at what Mr. Malfoy said, and noticing Harry looking at him, gestured for him to agree with Mr. Malfoy's request. Harry wrote back.

Alright. And please call me Harry, Mr. Malfoy.

"Good. Now then, Master Ironclaw. Harry and I would like a private room to go over our accounts with you."

"Right this way, Lord Malfoy and Lordly Potter." and with that he led them away.

* And cut! That's a rap people. Next chapter will be up soon!