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The following morning, Harry was sitting in the dining room waiting for his breakfast to be prepared as he was attempting to read the Daily Prophet. However, there was nothing very interesting in the paper and he soon discarded it. He then looked over when he saw the kitchen door open and Lorna walked out and gave him the good news.

"Harry." She smiled. "Lady Malfoy is going to start paying Topsy and I ten galleons a week for our work."

He smiled. To be honest he was more happy that Narcissa agreed to do it than he was for the elves. Maybe she is different he thought again to himself.

"That's great, Lorna."

Topsy then came out with his plate and sat in down in front of him just as Narcissa walked in and had overheard what Lorna had told her godson.

"Yes, I'm paying the house elves from now on. Does this make you happy?"

"It's a nice thing you're doing, Mrs. Malfoy."

She gave him a look.

"I mean…Narcissa."

Narcissa smiled a little as she took a seat. A plate of food was brought to her but she ignored it and continued looking at her godson. She had some bad news to tell him and didn't know how to bring it up. She rather just get it over with and tell him now instead of later. Harry shifted in his seat under her gaze and finally spoke up.

"What is it?"

"Harry…I don't know how to tell you this, but Dumbledore sent me a letter last night. He has informed me that the Dursley's have been killed."

Harry stared at her in shock.

"What? All of them?"

"Yes."

Harry stared at his plate, dumbfounded. Narcissa got up and walked over to where he was sitting and placed a hand gently on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

Harry nodded.

"I just…I don't know how to feel about it."

"It's okay, you don't have to feel anything."

Narcissa then headed out of the dining room and after a few minutes Harry got up and left as well. He headed up the stairs, thinking about his relatives every step of the way. Yes he had hoped that Vernon and Petunia got what was coming to them, but he didn't actually think it was going to happen.

He couldn't help it, but he felt bad about Dudley. He was just as horrible as his parents had been…but he was the same age as Harry. He had his whole life ahead of him. It was just then he remembered that he had seen it.

He saw it in a dream…his uncle being tortured, Dudley being killed. Voldemort had used their connection to trick him into seeing what he'd wanted him to see once before. It had worked before, Voldemort would certainly try again.

He needed to be able to block his thoughts.

Harry quickly searched the Manor, in search of Malfoy. He wasn't in his bed room and after he checked the indoor pool areas, he finally found him sitting in the library, reading a book.

"Malfoy," he said, a little out of breath.

"Hmm?"

"Remember the other day when you offered to teach me Occlumency lessons?"

"Yeah," Draco responded, still staring at the book.

"Were you serious?"

Draco finally looked up at him, confusion written on his face.

"Yeah…I guess."

"I'll take you up on it…if the offer's still open."

"Okay." He said slowly as he felt a little awkward now. His offer was really an empty gesture; he didn't expect Potter to really take him up on it. "When do you want to start?"

"How about right now?"

"Now?"

Harry nodded.

"Alright." Draco said while closing his book and got up from his seat. "What's the rush?"

"I'll tell you later. So you want to do this in here?

"In here is fine, go close the doors." He instructed while taking out his wand.

Harry did so and when he turned around he saw that Malfoy had his wand pointed at him.

"Legilimens!"

Harry winced, and threw his hands up to grab his head. Malfoy hadn't given him any warning at all or any time to prepare himself. Memories immediately began to flood into his mind.

Harry was about six years old, and Uncle Vernon had ordered him to make breakfast. He was brining Dudley a plate full of eggs, when he tripped. The plate fell onto the floor breaking into pieces, and spilling scrambled eggs everywhere.

"Boy! Can't you do anything right? How dare you ruin Dudley's breakfast? Look at the mess you made!"

"Sorry Uncle Vernon, I didn't mean to."

"Just go back to the cupboard, and don't even think about coming out any time soon!"

"Yes sir," Harry responded, hanging his eyes and made his way to the cupboard under the stairs.

Draco broke the spell, and Harry lay gasping on the ground. He looked up and glared at Draco.

"You could have given me some warning," he growled.

However, Draco was still staring at him. What had he just seen? He thought that no matter where he went Potter was treated like a king. But from what he just saw, he looked like he was being treated like a house elf.

"Are you ready now?" Malfoy finally asked when Harry got back up.

Harry took a deep breath and tried to remember what Snape had told him. Discipline your mind…control your emotions.

"I'm ready." He finally said.

Malfoy pointed his wand.

"Legilimens!"

Draco at first didn't see anything and thought that Potter had successfully blocked his thoughts until he finally saw Harry at age eleven, sitting with the Sorting Hat on his head.

"You would have done well in Slytherin…"

Draco cancelled the spell and Harry opened his eyes to see Malfoy staring at him.

"What?" He asked, somewhat annoyed that the other boy was staring at him like some strange creature in a zoo.

"Slytherin?" He finally asked with a grin.

Harry smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah, don't tell Ron."

"Like I'd ever speak with that Weasel willingly," he sneered.

Harry frowned and before he could tell Malfoy not to insult Ron, he spoke again.

"So, what? You found out The Dark Lord was from Slytherin and that's why you didn't want to be put there?"

"No…I guess I didn't want to be put there because you were there."

Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Why's that?"

"Are you serious?" Harry asked.

The pale boy just narrowed his eyes in response as Harry continued to look at him, as it the answer was the most obvious thing in the world.

"You were acting like a stuck-up, arrogant prat when I met you. And remember what you said to Ron? You insulted the first person in the world who ever offered to be my friend right in front of me."

"He laughed at my name."

"So? That's your excuse for tormenting him?"

Draco looked down and shrugged one shoulder slightly.

"I was only eleven."

"So?"

"So, that was five years ago."

"You still act like that!"

Draco looked up and met Harry's eyes with a hard gaze.

"Well, at least I don't walk around Hogwarts thinking that everybody owes me something because I'm "The Boy Who Lived." He mocked.

Harry then glared at him as Malfoy kept going.

"Look at me, I'm Harry Potter!" Malfoy said in high pitched tone. "Look at me! Pay more attention to me!"

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Harry ordered. "And stop saying that I love being known as the boy who lived. At least I'm not the most hated person at Hogwarts."

"I'd rather be hated than pitied."

Before they could argue anymore Malfoy put his wand away, and pushed past Harry out of the library.

"Forget it, find someone else to teach you Occlumency."

Harry sighed and shook his head as he watched him disappear. He couldn't believe that he and Malfoy were actually civil to each other only yesterday, just to go back to fighting again. He then thought back to what Narcissa had asked about him possibly starting over with Malfoy, to try to get along with him.

He shook his head, there was no way.