Important notes: First off, I apologize for any editing issues; I am dyslexic so I miss things sometimes as I'm going through it. You are more than welcome to point out any issues through IM. It's always welcome :)

So this is based off an VERY old (and shitty) fic I wrote called Loyalty is for the Dogs. However, I wasn't quite sure how to write/finish that one until I started working on my Surprise series. While writing Surprise this fic idea came into my head and wouldn't leave. So I wrote it out.

In an ideal world that story would be more flushed out and written and this would be like a sequelish to it. However, this is not an ideal world and with a full time job and other adult things in my life this is what you get.

If you have any questions about the story or comments, or concerns, or ANYTHING just leave a comment. -loves-

Story: This takes place in my Surprise universe. You don't have to read that story to understand this one there just are crossover characters. Half the story takes place two years after the death of Voldemort. The other is during Hogwarts.

Everything is grey

His hair, his smoke, his dreams

And now he's so devoid of color

He don't know what it means

Hasley, Colors

The small gold bell on top of the door let out a small jingle as the door opened. Abigail looked up from her place behind the long wooden counter. A large smile on her face, "hello" she sang out.

A tall blonde that had walked in giving her thin smile. He was a lanky man with a long pointed face, hair neatly combed out of his face and his robes were well pressed. He wasn't the normal customer that Abigail helped. He looked more like the kind of wizard that would send an owl or house elf to pick up his goods rather than be seen in her quaint shop. But who knows, never judge a book by its cover.

Wiping her hands on her long black apron she walked toward him, her smile never faltering.

"What can I help you with?"

"I…" he looked her over as if slightly shocked to see her. Something flickered across his face, a look she was unable to identify. "I needed these" He handed her a small list. She took it looking over the things as she brushed away a strand of her brown hair.

"Sure, let me grab these." She turned to leave but looked over her shoulder, "I'm Abigail… what's your name?"

He faltered for a moment, "errr Harry" He winced as he said it. She pauses studying him , confused, did he not even know his own name? They both stood there for a moment in silence then she shrugged nodding as she went to pull his items.

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She hadn't meant to get the potion on her let alone ingest it, it had just happened. They had been arguing, or Lizzy and Anastasia were, Abigail was just listening as she continued to play with the potion they were working on.

"We are going to get into trouble" Anastasia said brushing back a strand of her perfect blond hair out of her wide nervous eyes. Her gaze kept darting around as if some monster would jump out of a dark corner at any moment.

"Then just leave!" Lizzy snapped, her patience wearing thin. Anastasia had been freaking out since Abigail had shown them the taming potion she had found in her great aunt's books.

Anastasia wrinkled her nose, "You don't have to be rude."

Lizzy rolled her brown eyes. Her short red hair pulled up in a ponytail which kept swinging back and forth as she talked. "Honestly, you are making me twitch."

"I just don't want to get caught-"

"Why? We're not doing anything wrong. We're studying in a study hall…" Lizzy said putting her hands on her hips matter-a-factly looking around her as if someone was going to challenge her to a physical fight.

"Sure, studying… if you call STUDYING messing around with some crazy concoction that Abby got from one of her aunts notebooks."

"What is going on in here?"

The girls screamed, Lizzy jumped back knocking into Abigail who went head first into the now cooling pot. The group of Slytherins who had entered the small room where laughing, the infamous Draco Malfoy among them. As Abigail lifted her head he had walked forward.

"We got this room for our potion so you guys better move, and you" He pointed to Abigail whose face was dripping with the bright blue liquid, "Wipe your face"

Abigail instantly wiped her face with the sleeve of her robe before pulling her friends out of the room. She moved so fast she almost ran into Anastasia who was quickly gathering their things.

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"Here you go" She said handing a small crate to the young man. Inside four carefully wrapped bottles that sat snuggly between some tissue paper. They remained Abigail of little chicks sitting in a nest. Giggling she looked back up at Harry, his gaze on her with that same unexplainable expression on his face. Obviously he think they looked like little chicks… probably because she hadn't said anything.

"Are you from around here?" She asked

"Kind of,"

She studied him, something about him; he looked like someone or something. Like deja vu but with a human. Yet every time she tried to grasp at it the memory it would float away like smoke from a dying fire "Do we know each other?"

"I don't know, should we?" It was an odd statement to an odd question. There was a hint of… hopefulness, or maybe sarcasm. He had a very dry hard to read voice. Most likely from his upbringing if she was correct in his upper class origins.

She shook her head frowning "Sorry, I don't have a very good memory. Did you go to Hogwarts?"

"Yes."

"Ravenclaw?"

"No Slytherin, wouldn't you have remembered me if I had been in your house?"

She shrugged, her cheeks flushed, "Well you see, I…" She tried to think of the right way to say it, was there a simple way to explain it? Not really. "I don't have a very good memory…"

He nodded. They stood in silence for a few moments just studying each other her trying to remember why she had these feelings about him and he… she wasn't sure why he was studying her. Maybe that's why he confused her, the way he looked at her reminded her of the way someone else looked. Maybe something her cousin Alfie had said? "I did have a few cousins in Slytherin though… However, I didn't think I really know anyone else from that house."

Nodded toward her he putting the small crate under his arm. "Ok" Something, again, flickered across the pale man's face. It was disappointment maybe? Annoyance? She didn't really know him well enough to tell.

"Have a nice day!" She called after him as he walked out. He paused at the door as he opened it glancing over his shoulder. She smiled widely at him giving a small wave a glint of a smile crossed his face. "Come again soon!" Then he nodded and walked out.

Their whole interaction was so strange to her. Normally she was good at reading people's faces even if her memory wasn't as good. Yet with him she couldn't seem to understand where any of his comments came from. It was like a song you couldn't remember any of the words too and maybe only one or two notes, yet it keeps playing around and around in your head.

Wait, how did he know she was from Ravenclaw? Did she tell him?

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"It says here if a human were to drink this potion the human would be loyal to who ever gave the drinker the first command unless otherwise instructed. Some people will also grow almost animalistic loyalties to the human they are bound to. Kind of like a dog. This why I caution humans not to drink this, in fact I really don't recommend it at all. The effects will last depending on the amount of potion taken and the size of the human. Below is an equation that will help you figured out how long you will be under this spell if you were stupid enough to drink it." Anastasia said as her eyes scanned equation below then studied the brunette "You didn't happen to drink any of that did you?" She asked as Abigail ruffled her hair in a large fluffy towel. After they had been chased out of the study room by Draco and his minions the girls had gone up to Anastasia and Abigail's room to look over Abigail's books. While Lizzy was a Gryffindor no one really questioned when she snuck into the Ravenclaw common room. Mostly because Lizzy wouldn't have listened if they had. House laws didn't really apply to her

"Maybe" Abigail admitted sheepishly glancing at her friends.

"Did anyone give you a command?" Tasha asked.

"That blonde kid did." The other two girls turned to Lizzy who was playing with a small red ball as she leaned against the four poster bed. She glanced back at them, "He told us to get out remember? Do you feel anything about it?" She asked Abigail. The dark skinned girl shrugged unsure.

"I just want to rest" She whispered laying her head down on a pillow. The other two girls nodded and Lizzy got up leaving for the night.

As Abigail lay curled up in her bed slowly falling asleep all she could see was the sneering face of the white haired boy.

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"Good morning!" Abigail sang as the little bell over the door rang. Her hair was slightly mussed from working on the latest poison which she quickly smoothed back as the tall white haired gentleman, Harry, walked into her store. It had been a mere two days since his last visit which, in Abigail's opinion had been such an odd one she hadn't forgotten his face.

Which in her case was a big deal; she felt like every day it was harder and harder for her to remember things. As if the corners of her brain were fuzzed out and pieces to the puzzle didn't quite fit where she thought they did. Most of the time it was things from her school years but sometimes it was everyday things from her day to day life. She had always been a bit of a forgetful person yet; some days she felt like she was drowning in memories that she wasn't sure were her's.

"Your back!" She said as he drew closer. The young man frowned for a moment.

"You remember me?"

"You were only here two days ago Harry" She giggled, "I don't have THAT bad of a memory. What can I help you with today?"

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It had been about a month since the potion incident and it had indeed worked. Abigail was now bound to Darco's every whim, which in the case of the self proclaimed Slytherin Prince, was a lot. At first it seemed strange seeing the Ravenclaw girl running quickly after Draco and his friends but soon everyone was use to Abigail clinging to the boy's every whim.

As the time passed she liked to think she had become close to not only Draco, but Crabbe and Goyle as well. Especially Crabbe, he would always greet her with a chubby smile and always eager to engage in whatever conversation she was having.

"Then you fold it like this and this." Abigail, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle were in the Slytherin common room, hanging out. Crabbe had invited Abigail in after she had walked them the dungeon wall holding Draco's books.

After an, "ok" from Draco she had sat on their common room floor making origami with Crabbe. "Then you just say the spell and poof." Abigail held up the frog that stretched its legs and jumped out of her hands onto the floor. Crabbe laughed picking it up by its leg watching it struggle. Abigail giggled gently prying/save it out of the chubby boys grasp. Crabbe blushed slightly at her touch.

Draco glanced over at them from his seat on the couch. Abigail was at his feet playing with Crabbe on the floor like a little child. A ton of paper and origami pieces lay around them all doing different things.

One of the cranes landed on the Slytherin prince's head. Growling Draco brushed it off glancing at Abigail waiting for her to apologize and do something to make up for her creation gone wild. But she was too preoccupied showing Crabbe how to make a paper flower bud and bloom in her hand. Goyle was watching them laughing as if he knew some amazing secret that no one else knew.

Frowning and feeling something he had NEVER felt before –being left out- Draco stood and walked over to Abigail stepping on a few of the moving origami like a spoiled child who knocks over a sandcastle just to see the reaction of the other kids. He looked down at her, arms crossed over his chest. The brunette looked up at him, her wide chocolate brown eyes filled with question and something else… was that laughter?

"Yes Master?" She asked saying her nickname for him. He had told her to call him that as a mean prank when she had first admitted to the curse she was under. However, she found it so funny she started calling him master regularly, epically when he was annoyed with her, backfiring any discomfort he had been trying to cause her.

"If you aren't going to do anything useful you can leave." He hissed, "You are both making too much noise." Crabbe looked slightly upset as he looked from Draco to Abigail, but the brunette seemed unfazed.

"Oh, do you need something?" Draco just stood over her looking like an upset child who wasn't getting his way. Since Abigail hadn't been ordered to leave and both her friends were out doing things, she didn't really want to go. She didn't like to admit it but besides her cousin and Lizzy she didn't have many friends and she got lonely. While she tried to make new friends she was awkward at it and often felt out of place. Being forced to be around Draco helped with the awkwardness so she just defaulted to him and his friends. Looking around her eyes fell on the pile of books on the couch then back to the blond. "Do you want to study?"

"No, I'm tired of studying."

Abigail frowned, her brow wrinkling, as she tried to think of something, "Why don't you make origami with us!?"

Draco laughed sharply kicking a leaping frog that had landed on his foot, "What are we? Five? I'm not making some stupid paper toys."

"Well what would you like to do?" Draco noticed that not only Abigail was looking at her now but Crabbe and Goyle were staring at him as well. Frowning he turned his back on them.

"I'm tired, I'm going to rest."

"Ok, good night Master." Abigail's voice said softly behind him.

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"What are these?" Harry asked brushing his fingers against the small chain of folded birds that were strung across one of the shelves.

"Origami" Abby said coming up so she was standing next to him. "I thought they were cute." She turned to him smiling, "This section is where I keep the stuff for children, sleeping potions, good dream charms, that sort of stuff. I thought the birds would help protect it."

"They aren't moving."

"That's because you don't need anything. Watch this. I'm looking for something to help my teething toddler"

The birds turned to her as she spoke then flew in unison to the third shelf becoming one bird pushed a bottle out and a few others caught it than flew it up toward her dropping it into her open hand. She took it thanking them and they flew back to their string.

Harry watched her with interest. His eyes never leaving her as if he was trying to memorize her, that same feeling from before came bubbling up from his gaze. A mix of excitement and nervousness tore at her like when her father would take her on a trip when she was young or when her brother Josh let her fly on his broom for the first time.

"Do you have children?" She asked turning to him, her brown eyes meeting his. He shook his head.

"Not yet."

"Planning on it?"

"A son, yes."

She laughed, "How do you know?"

"Because I will need an heir"

"And how does your wife feel about this?"

He froze the look on his face was priceless. It was as if someone had caught him in a daydream and then screaming something off topic. "I… I don't have a wife."

"Girlfriend? Women of the night?"

"Not yet."

"Ahhh well good luck, I'm sure there are many women who want heir."

She was making fun of him, he was sure of it. Yet the kindness in her voice didn't falter. She was different then he remembered yet so much of the same.

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Now that they were getting ready to this Abigail suddenly felt really nervous. Sure this was all fine and dandy in theory but now that she was doing it all she could think about was Lizzy screaming about how stupid this was. Wrinkling her nose in annoyance at her sudden nerves she leaned forward, "let's get this over with." Draco looked slightly surprised at her sudden outburst but shrugged it off.

It had taken her two weeks to talk him into doing this spell with her. It was called the "First Kiss" She had found it in one of her aunt's book. (Because the last one turned out so well. A fact Lizzy had pointed out at least once.) It had been a theory really, the idea of capturing a child's first kiss into a small crystal. The theory was that if you can somehow make special moments into pure energy they could be used for powers in spells and potions. Abigail had loved the idea and since Draco was the only boy she knew that she wasn't related to she figured he would be on board.

He hadn't really been but after she told him that he would get half the power and he could use it for anything he had agreed. That was, if they got any power from it. Yet it was enough for him to agree. A boy like Draco always liked the idea of having more power. What Slytherin would turn down an extra leg up in life?

So here they stood, in front of a small pedestal holding a small bowl that held two small crystals. Candles and chalk drawings littered the floor and pedestal.

Slowly, they both leaned forward, both unsure of what they were doing. When Draco was just inches from Abigail's face she suddenly giggled causing the blonde to back up.

"What?"

"Sorry, I couldn't help it."

Draco rolled his eyes, "Just close your eyes."

"But what if I miss?" This thought of missing was so funny to the brunette that it brought on a fresh batch of giggles. Her face now red. Draco shook his head; it was like dealing with a child.

"Look this was your idea…."

"Yeah but I can't help it if I laugh…"

"AH!"

Draco –thoroughly annoyed at this point- grabbed her by the shoulders "close your eyes!" She instantly did what she was told and Draco leaned forward. For some reason his heart was pounding and his hands were sweating.

"Dra—"

He cut her off kissing her.

Abigail wasn't sure if it was because she wasn't really ready but her heart gave an unexpected flutter like when she was excited about something. Draco's lips were really soft; in fact a kiss wasn't anything like she thought it would be. Not that she really had thought much about it, but it still wasn't what she had thought.

Draco wasn't sure what he had expected when he had kissed her. He had never understood why girls were so obsessed with kissing. But now that he was kissing someone he kind of liked it.

Then, as fast as it started, it ended.

"Did it work?" Draco muttered looking down at the crystals, still holding her shoulders. Abigail blinked looking at him; she could feel her face getting hot.

"Humm? Oh!" Quickly she took her wand over the bowl whispering a few words. Than tapping her wand onto the vile two small balls of light fell into it casting rainbows the fall across the walls like a prism that had been hit with light.

Draco watched her, his hands in his pockets, "Now what?"

"Now…" Abigail picked up the bowl inspecting it with excitement in her eyes, "I'll finishing binding them to the crystals and give you yours when it's done."

"Ok" With that Draco left Abigail to stare at the crystals totally enthralled. He had hung out long enough with Abigail to know that once she started a project nothing and no one could pull her away from it.

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She hadn't meant to bump into him. She just had. His white hair shone among all the dull gray hats and busy witches and wizards who were bustling about that day. For a moment her shyness took over and she decided to just ignore him. He was just a customer after all. But something, something in the back of her mind made her shrug her shoulders and run after him.

"Harry, Harry!"

He didn't respond, she was sure he must have heard her. Several people near him had turned to look. Once she reached him she tugged at his robe causing him to spin around. Her face was flushed from running and it took a moment for her to catch her breath. She needed to get into better shape. All this milling about in the store was making her lazy.

"Harry! Sorry to bother I just saw you across the street. What are you doing in Diagon Alley?"

He looked at her, confused for a moment then a small smile flickered across his face. "Just visiting an old friend" He said casually, "And picking up a few things. You?"

"Almost the same, I got a delivery of roots they needed to be hand carried so I meet the dealer here."

He nodded and they both stood in silence.

"I'm sorry to bother…"

"Would you like a drink" He cut her off motioning toward the small pub. She nodded eagerly.

They chatted for hours talking about classes and professors. Abigail was surprised to find that he was in the same grade as her and in fact shared many of the same classes. He had even played as the seeker on his quittage team. He was from a prominent family just like she had guessed and spent his time gathering up old artifacts from his family's heritage. He was dismissive about any further questions other than that and prodded her with more about her love of potion and spells. It was an easy distraction. She had loved them for as long as she could remember. She loved coming up with ways to make life easier for people, helping them. When she had gone to Hogwarts her mother had given her a chest filled with books that her great aunt had used. They were filled with her notes and findings. She devoured them and they inspired her to do her own.

It was odd, the way their conversations went. It was as if they were old friends reuniting, laughing over jokes and memories. Yet before this week she had never met this boy before in her life. Not to mention sometimes while Harry was in the middle of a story he would suddenly cut it short as if something was wrong. Something was off.

She didn't pressure him, didn't push it. Like many of the people around her age there were things that were hard to talk about. Voldemort may be long dead but the scars he had cast around the world were still there. Fresh in many people's minds. Much fresher in others then hers. She understood this and let him say the things he felt comfortable saying.

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It had been months since she had taken the potion and some days it seemed like they were becoming more than just a master and his little plaything. She glanced over at Draco who was hanging out with a few of his housemates a few tables away from her in the library. He made eye contact with her and smiled back.

"Give me that!" Draco said grabbing one of the birds from Crab quickly writing something inside it's wing before sending it over to Abigail. The bird landed gracefully on top of her notebook which she was writing on. Picking it up she looked over at the boys who smiled at her again. She her smile widened as she opened the bird to read the message. Finally, they were becoming friends.

I'm thirsty. Get me some water.

She looked up at him and he waved his hand "move along" he mouthed at her. He was really milking this curse for all it was worth but she didn't mind. Jumping up she ran out coming back a moment later with a small cup with crystal water. He didn't thank her and she didn't care.

Unknown to him the curse had faded weeks ago.

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He walked her back to her store. He hadn't offered to carry her roots but she hadn't expected him too. The gesture in itself was enough to make her smile. She liked him, talking to him. Something about the way he opened up was like she was his old friend, it was comforting. She loved meeting and making friends she just wasn't good at it. She had always envied people like her cousin Rose who could so easily talk with those around her. Abigail always felt like she was trying too hard and people didn't respond well to it. So when she met someone who was so easy to talk with it made her happy.

Which she told him as they stood in front of her shop.

"We're friends?" He asked looking down at her.

"Eh.. I meant I… I'm glad we got to talk and stuff. It was nice. I like getting to know new people."

Something about the last statement seemed to cause him to wince, the hurt evident. Confused she cocked her head to the side looking up at him. Her brown eyes searching him, what had she said wrong?

"I would like to be friends." She added hopefully

He looked down at her, that look, the one he seemed to hold so often -the one that caused her so much confusion- was there.

"I would like that too. I would like to be your friend." It sounded forced, unnatural but she didn't question it. If she had learned anything growing up in the world she had it was to take people at their word. Don't read too much into them.

If they are lying the truth will come out eventually.

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"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco demanded, he wasn't sure why but he felt betrayed. Abigail shrugged looking down at her feet. Scuffing them like a child who just got caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"I just wanted to be your friend." She mumbled

Behind them everyone was saying goodbye to each other. Another school year done and a summer of adventures awaited. Yet the real question in everyone's mind was, "what would it be like next year?"

"Oh that's nice" Draco said sarcastically. He had really no idea how to act. This Ravenclaw girl never seemed to stop confusing him.

"So will we be?" She asked her eyes wide "Will we be friends next quarter?"

"Why would I waste my time with a Ravenclaw girl who can't even make a potion right?" Draco sniffed. After all she wasn't Slytherin and no really value to him in his life. Abigail's dark eyes studied him; it almost felt like she was reading his very soul as she played with the small crystal that was around her neck. Draco looked away not enjoying the intenseness of her gaze.

Finally she nodded, "Ok…" With that she turned and left. Draco watched her go, for some reason he felt … sad? Yes, like that feeling he had gotten when his mother had given away some of his childhood toys because he had grown out of them.