"Potter," Snape nodded and gestured for him to take the floor as the class followed them with their eyes.

"Uh," Harry stuttered trying to think of what to say.

"I'm Draphina Dumbledore," Draco cut in cheerfully. So cheerfully in fact, that he made Harry stare at him in shock. "I'm, well, a transfer student from America. I'm Dumbledore's niece as well."

Hermione's hand shot up.

"Then why aren't you speaking with an American accent?"

"My family is from here, so naturally I grew up around London's accent," Draco smiled but Harry could see how hard he was trying to be civil to her.

"That's all the time you may waste in my class Potter, Dumbledore," the two nodded and Harry led Draco over to Ron and Hermione.

Brown eyes caught gray as Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco. Turning his away from his friend Draco seated himself at the golden trio's table.

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When the girl, Draphina was it, walked into the room Ron could've sworn she was a vela the way the other boys were staring at her and the way the Slytherins looked utterly disappointed when they saw her robes.

"Hey," he nodded as she sat down and he studied her.

She was pale, about as pale as that Slytherin git Malfoy, but it suited her and brought out her blue gray eyes.

But, in a way, she looked like Draco's long lost sister.

An elbow hit his side and he cradled his ribs gently with his hangs as Hermione opened his book for him.

Concentrate," Hermione told him sternly as their eyes locked.

No matter who else there was a flustered Hermione always looked the best to him. Ron grinned and listened to Snape for the next thirty minutes.

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Draco walked out of the Charms classroom utterly annoyed. That damn Blaise wouldn't leave him alone. Ever since he had avoided him in potions the brunette just kept staring at him as if he was trying to get him to crack.

But Malfoys were stubborn, and so were Slytherins.

But that damn brunette, he knew, and he was rubbing it in Draco's face.

Then there were Potter's friends. If he though Parkinson was torture, these two were the pits of hell.

The constant, "Good job!" "Could I have some help?" "Phina, wanna come see Hagrid?" were driving him crazy.

And Potter, if his friends were hell, he was Voldemort's twin.

But still, even though being with the three was torture he was lightening up, even if it was just a little. But the way his heart and female body were starting to react from Harry's simplest touch, was infuriating.

"Draco!" a voice hissed in his ear and he jumped his blonde hair coming slightly out of the bun as he blinked at Harry's annoyed face.

"What Harry?" he said with a smile and a tilt of the head.

He completely missed the green eyed boy's reddening ears.

"Do you want to come with Hagrid's with us?" he gestured at the two Muggle-lovers.

Groaning Malfoy hit his head on the golden plate just as the food appeared on his plate.

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"My lord?" a man's voice echoed in the hall a mask covering his face. "You summoned me?"

"Its time," a hissing voice said through the darkness and the Death Eater panicked.

"You… you can't mean that! I've been completely loyal to you!"

"Loyal, but foolish enough to not tell me you had an heir," the figure sitting in the chair rose and started towards the kneeling man. "Your wife, told me everything."

"My… wife?" Panic flashed on the man's face underneath the mask as he felt his arm start to sting. The same stinging traveled to his eyes as he saw two other Death Eaters drag in a thin, broken looking woman.

"I'm sorry," she whispered tears dripping down her gaunt face!

"Narcissa!" he cried as the green light shot out of Voldemort's wand. "No!"

He glared at the holder of the wand pointed at him.

"You will never get the power my son will posses," with those words Lucius's life was taken by the light from the wand.

"Oh contraire," Voldemort chuckled. "I always get what I want."

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Harry's face turned red as he fought to breathe through his laughter.

Malfoy raised his face and blew some potatoes out of his mouth. Wiping his eyes clean he glared at Harry before licking his lips.

"This," he said getting out his wand and uttering a spell that sent the offending food back to his plate and standing up, "was all your fault."

He turned his nose off and turned around to walk off before running into McGonagall.

"Miss Dumbledore," she said softly. "You and Mr. Potter are needed in the Head Master's office. The password: Acid Pop."

The two teens glanced at each other and Draco allowed Harry to guide him.

"Hope its an alternative cure," Draco voiced after some silence.

"Wish I had a camera," Harry muttered as Draco scowled.

"It couldn't have been that funny!"

"Considering it was you, Phina, it was," Harry smirked and casually said the password to the gargoyle exposing the stairs behind it.

"Nifty," Draco muttered which started up Harry's laughing fit again. "What did I do now Potter?"

Harry's laughter died as he entered the tense atmosphere of the office.

"Harry, Draco," Dumbledore nodded to each in turn. "Please, sit down"

The boys shared another glance and sat, Draco crossing his legs just for the heck of it.

"Draco," Dumbledore leaned his elbows on the desk and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his index fingers. "Did you read the Daily Prophet today?"

"No…" Draco said softly as Dumbledore pushed the paper at him. He paled at the front page.

Prestigious Wizarding Family Killed

The Malfoys, Lucius and Narcissa, were found dead in their living room. They were found by a client who said.

"I've never seen anything like it, the two were on the floor. Lucius's expression was that of anger. Narcissa's was one of fear and pain… seemed like a killing curse."

Upon further investigation green magical writing was found upon the wall of their son, Draco's, room.

It read, 'You cannot run forever, I will find you. And you will be mine.'

The paper slid out of Draco's hands and was snatched up by Harry almost instantly.

His father, he could deal with, but his mother, the only person he had ever loved, was gone. That, was what hurt him the most.

And now, the power his father had, was finally passed onto him. A power Voldemort would do anything to get. A power, that may end up killing him as his father's had.

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Oooh, a plot twist! I tried, I really did, to start this as a funny story, but looking ahead, there's not gonna really be much humor. I'm slipping into my normal drama angst story.

Anyone who would like to draw a picture of Malfoy as I describe him, her… will get a million brownie points, hugs, and me as a follower for any of their fanfics! They will also be loved forever!

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