When Harry woke up next day, finally, he felt rested and a little better. Merlin bless the Dreamless Sleep Potion. If he ever found out who invented it, he'd express his thanks personally. He sat up on his bed and for some time just stared out of the window into the Manor's garden. The weather has taken a turn for the worst, and instead of sunny summer, it was raining heavily. Then again, that was pretty normal for England.

Today's my birthday, he thought sadly. And he was sitting in his apartment in Malfoy Manor, all alone and with nothing much to do. Well, not all alone, he had one blond ferret just next door, but that definitely wasn't a win.

Whatever, he thought. He was used to spending his birthday alone for years at Privet Drive and although reluctantly, he had to admit this place was better. Well, at least a little bit. Minus the ferret. But than again, Dudley or the Malfoy prince? All the same. And it wasn't even like he could escape Malfoy, whereas at least with Dudley he only saw him two months of the entire year.

He kept staring out of the window until Wretcher came to remind him of breakfast. Harry sighed. Today, he felt about as enthusiastic about it as yesterday. He picked the first jeans and t-shirt he saw in his too big wardrobe and got dressed. "Happy birthday to you, Harry." He murmured to himself before exiting his room.

As usually, both Malfoys were already seated at a too big table overflowing with food. Draco gave him a look and immediately sneered, obviously disgusted, either by his baggy clothes, or maybe just the world's mighty hero presence was enough.

"Oh dear!" Narcissa clapped her hands dramatically. "Those clothes! They don't seem your size at all! And outworn! Don't you have anything better to wear, darling?" The horror in her face almost made Harry laugh. He just shrugged his shoulders as he sat down. "It's not like I am going anywhere out of this house."

"Come on mother, can't you see? They go together with his glasses just perfectly." Draco sneered again while pushing his food around on his plate. "Besides, Potter must be so tired from dressing up for cameras, let him relax in the home atmosphere." He added in a falsely concerned voice.

"Kiss my arse, Malfoy." Harry muttered.

"Now, now, boys behave." Narcissa scolded them both. Then she turned to Harry again. "But really dear, those clothes are just horrible."

The Boy Who Lived shrugged while filling his plate with food. "They're comfortable." Mrs. Malfoy shook her head, but still didn't look convinced.

Harry finished his plate in a rush, the less time spent together with Malfoys, the better. He laid his cutlery down and was about to excuse himself, when Narcissa stopped him.

"Wait a minute Harry, there is something we would like to give you."

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but one look from his mother stopped him. Instead, he averted his eyes, lay back in chair and crossed his arms on his chest.

Mrs. Malfoy picked a small box from the table. Harry didn't notice it was there before. But truth be told, he didn't pay much attention. "A birthday gift."

The Boy Who Lived just stared at her. Birthday gift? Seriously? He didn't wanted to be impolite, but it wasn't like they had this kind of relationship. Hell, he didn't even know when blond bastard's birthday was. He didn't care. And was quite sure it was mutual. But once again, Mrs. Malfoy took initiative. He started to have a nagging feeling, that she was trying to reconcile them all somehow. Well, wasted time. Once September came, he'd be out of here, hopefully to never return again. Goodbye Malfoy Manor, goodbye ferret, goodbye little personal hell. End of the story.

Seeing Harry so quiet, Narcissa explained, sounding a bit nervous. "It's your birthday today, isn't it?"

"Yes, I just wasn't expecting any gifts." He looked away morosely. Merlin, this was awkward.

Narcissa's face brightened with a smile. "Oh, dear, it's nothing much, just something that might be useful. Here, won't you take a look?" She extended her hand to Harry. The Golden Boy reluctantly took it from her. Then he studied both Malfoys for a while. Narcissa looked all happy and eager for him to open it, while Draco looked absolutely disinterested. So he pulled at the little ribbon and opened the unwanted gift.

Inside the box, there was a little flagon with what seemed like a potion inside. At first, he thought it might be Dreamless Sleep, but no, the color was different. This was a bright orange. He picked it up and studied it for a while. There was no sign which would help him recognize the content.

Maybe they decided to poison me. He thought sarcastically. But even he knew that was rubbish. Somehow, he accepted the truth, that all this part of Malfoy family wanted to do is help him. Well, that might not be quite true in blond git's case, but even Draco didn't try to kill him. Well, at least not yet.

"What is that?" Harry eyed Narcissa.

"Honestly, Potty, had you ever paid attention in potions at all?" Draco shook his head.

"Oculus Potion. It should improve your sight. I don't really know why no one gave it to you earlier. Especially in your situation. Those glasses might give you a trouble if they happen to fall of. And besides, I think they completely shade your eye color dear." Mrs. Malfoy smiled.

The Golden Boy looked at the flacon again. "But that is quite a hard potion to brew. And really expensive too!" His eyes shot back at the blond women. She just waved her hand.

"Oh don't worry about it Harry. Nothing that would hurt Malfoy's fortune. And it is perfectly safe too, Severus brewed it."

That didn't reassure him much. He never found anything from dungeon bat safe. Maybe he will grow rabbit ears as a side effect. Or turn purple.

"Go on darling, drink it." Narcissa impelled him.

The Boy Who Lived hesitated a little. He somehow knew a potion like this existed; Hermione was probably the one who mentioned it to him, but he never really paid attention. First of, it was far from his financial possibility. He wasn't really sure how much it cost, but knew that it was a lot. And secondly, he was used to his old glasses. Yes, he didn't have a perfect vision and sometimes they got in the way, but he was somehow used to them. But to decline such a gift would really be impolite. And arguing with Mrs. Malfoy about finances, as he already learned, was pointless. Well, who knew when he'd get himself into trouble again, he seemed to draw them. And then, his glasses might really be a disadvantage. So he took a deep breath, opened the bottle, putted his beloved old glasses away and got the potion down his throat.

He expected the taste to be awful, like the tons of potions he drank before, but to his surprise, it was absolutely neutral. Almost like water. He waited for a few seconds with his eyes closed, but felt no change at all. So he counted to three inwardly and opened them. Then gasped in shock.

The world around him had so many shapes and bright colors, that it almost dazzled him. He blinked a few times so he could get used to the new sensation.

"How is it dear?" Narcissa asked him expectantly.

"Wow." Was all The Boy Who Lived managed to answer. The moment he said that he realized how stupid it must sounded. "Um, I mean, I didn't know one can see this well." He added a bit embarrassed. He continued looking around the room, taking in all the details and changes he could see now. When he turned back, he found himself under Draco's intense glare.

"What?!" Harry snapped. The blond didn't move a muscle as if being caught staring did not bother him at all. "Quidditch against Griffindor may not be that utterly boring this year if you won't be as blind as a bat. You might even actually see the snitch before I catch it."

"Don't get your hopes high Malfoy, we are going to win the cup this year."

"I would like to see you try Potty, with half of your team out of school now. Might get it a go if you quit falling off of your broom. Better keep all Dementors at safe distance. I wouldn't want you to get injured."

"Why don't you dress as one ferret? Was funny last time you tried. Thought you're gonna piss your pants."

Harry felt warm satisfaction filling him up as he watched Slytherin catcher glare daggers at him. He bet Draco didn't pique upon that incident to his mother. It made him wonder for a while what else there is the bastard wouldn't want his mom to know. Maybe he could turn the tables. Sounded like good way to pass the time while he stayed at the Manor.