Draco landed with a thump on the ground outside the wards, which stretched for two miles outside his home. With a sigh, he picked himself back up and waited for Dobby to lead him back home.

When Draco saw the stupid albino peacocks his father liked to flaunt, Draco rolled his eyes. Walking up the endless steps, Draco cautiously opened the massive doors to the manor. When they swung open without resistance, he trudged up even more stairs to his father's study, where the two of them were sure to be waiting.

"Where were you?"

"Blaise's place." Draco had plenty of time to think of his alibi while he was walking. His Occulumancy shields were thick and tall, so his father would have a hard time trying to get in to see the truth.

"We sent a letter to the Zabini matriarch, and she said you were not there. Now, where were you really?"

Draco sighed. The other lie then. The one with half truths. "I don't know where I was. There were magicals there, though."

"No muggles?"

"No." Yes.

"Hm. Well, as long as you were safe, you can go to eat now."

"Alright." Not seeing a way out of it, Draco made his way back downstairs to the massive dining table, where there was cold food out in his place. Giving it a look of disgust, he made his way back to his room, where he wrote out a quick letter to Hermione.

Hermione,

I am sorry for the way I left, it was not my choice. If I had a choice, I would have chosen to stay with you, for your parents are so much better than mine. My father's owl grabbed the letter and shoved it on me, and the letter was a portkey, a type of magical transport.

The next time we see each other will most likely be at Hogwarts, where I will act so much different than I did at your house. Keep in mind, the person I have shown you is the real me. The one on the train and at school is not.

I wish there were a way we could talk to each other, but I believe owls swooping around your house at all hours of the day and night would be suspicious.

In August the year before you go to Hogwarts, a representative of Dumbledore will be coming to your house to explain magic to you and your parents. Act surprised. It will most likely be Minevra McGonagall, for she and Dumbeldore are close friends, and she is the Deputy Headmistress at the school. (Dumbledore is the headmaster)

I wish I were able to tell you all of this in person, and that you were not subject to the hate you will be receiving for your blood status, but there is nothing that I can do for this. Just keep in mind that I mean nothing I say.

A quick course through the different blood types for you:

Pure-bloods- the ones that can trace their family lines way back, to almost the start of magic. These people usually come with a lot of financial backing and are often very powerful in politics. Try not to get on their bad sides. Pure-bloods also hate muggles and anything to do with them.

Half-Bloods- wizards and witches that have one muggle parent and one magical parent. They could also have one muggle-born parent, You would have a Half-blooded child, for you are a witch, but a muggle-born one.

Muggleborns- people like you, who have no magical parents. No one knows exactly how this happens. Pure-bloods call people like this 'Mudbloods' for they have 'dirty blood' and are a 'menace to society'. I was raised to hate people like you, but believe there is truly nothing wrong with you. Do not listen to them, for they are wrong.

Squibs- people of a magical family without magic. Most are disowned as soon as they don't show signs of magic.

Blood-traitors- Pure-bloods who did not support the Dark Lord in the war. Honestly, nothing is wrong with them, everyone who is 'dark' just dislikes them, for they are 'light'.

Muggles- people without magic

Dumbledore was the leader of the light forces, and the only one the Dark Lord was afraid of. No one knows exactly why. Harry Potter was the reason the Dark Lord was killed, and since then, has never been heard of. He is our age, and defeated Him when he was fifteen months old.

I enjoyed the time I spent at your house, and the movie was one of the best things I have ever seen.

To wrap this up, whatever I say at school is not what I mean. I really do wish we could talk again, but my father is not the most generous of people. The owl I will use to send this, her name is Amethyst. She will most likely need to hunt for a while, so if you want, you can write a letter back. I hope to see you soon

Yours,

Draco

He closed up the parchment after blotting it dry, wishing there was a way to write without it taking forever to dry. Finding an envelope, Draco wrote Hermione on the outside and shut it with a wax seal. Pressing his personal crest into it, the one he had designed without his father knowing, Draco smiled. Hermione was the only one who would get this seal. Carefully sneaking out of his room, Draco practically skipped to the small owlery in the southern wing. He was in the east wing, so it really wasn't all that far.

Calling Amethyst down, Draco told her to hurry and to return to the house when she was done hunting. She knew what he meant, for she was an intelligent owl. Amtest flapped off, being her gentle self when doing so. Draco was sending this owl because she was the most gentle of all the Malfoy owls. Watching the owl until she disappeared in the night, Draco had a smile on his face.

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The next morning, Draco awoke to an owl waiting on the perch. He had left his window open throughout the night, and seeing the owl sent a happy feeling in his chest. Hermione had written back!

Quickly bouncing out of bed, Draco practically ran to Amethyst. Grabbing the letter, Draco Opened the thin envelope that was most definitely not parchment and brought out a paper that had red and blue lines on it. He was confused (didn't muggles also use parchment?) then read the letter.

Draco,

I am glad you were able to get home mostly safe. I wish we had more time together as well, but I would love to be able to send you letters whenever. As long as the owls come at night, I should be able to write back to you and you get it by morning. Your owl is very kind, where can I get one?

I am grateful for the breakdown of blood types you gave me, that will be really helpful, I believe. I am sorry you have been taught to hate muggles and everything to do with them, but I think you did a wonderful job not showing it while you were at my house. There are two more Star Wars movies, and they completely expand the galaxy the Resistance lives in. I hope you are able to do your magic (literally) and get away, hopefully back here. If you were to arrive, I would gladly watch the other two movies with you.

Where would you go to buy school supplies, for I don't think there are shops selling magical supplies out on the street?

I saw your parchment, and I must say that it is very different to what muggles use. Muggles tend to use paper like this, thinner, with lines. Much easier to write on. And what pen did you use? There is a ballpoint pen in the bottom of the envelope, if you don't have one. It looks like you wrote with a calligraphy pen. A ballpoint pen has ink in it already, so you don't have to ink it every couple of works. Much different than what you were using.

I don't really have much else to say, but I hope to hear back from you tomorrow night, which is now tonight for you. Have a good day, Draco!

Hermione

Draco finished the letter with a smile. He would be glad to write letters to Hermione.

With a pop, a house elf appeared in Draco's room. He started a little, getting sick of the constant startling noises, and turned to the elf, dropping the note on his bed as he did so.

"Master Malfoy has inquired where Little Master is, and demands that he come down for breakfast," the elf, who Draco identified as Misty, said.

Draco nodded. "I will be right down." The elf gave a look of slight fear and popped out. Draco changed out of his bed clothes and hurried down the stairs to the dining hall. Sitting in his place, he rolled his eyes when he noticed he was the only one there. Of course his father would be sitting in his bed eating. As soon as his father finished, he was probably going to head straight to the study and come up with another law he would force the Minister to sign off. Whatever.

When Draco's mother came into the dining hall, he fluidly stood and walked over to his mother, giving her the hug she deserved. He was a mother's boy, what could he say? "Mother, how was your night?"

"Well enough, Draco. And yours?"

"Very good." He was not going to talk about the dreams of spaceships and swords made of light. His mother would not take kindly to that. Muggle nonsense, she would say. He was looking forward to getting back to Hermione's place somehow.

"I'm glad." Reluctantly letting go of his mother, Draco went back to his place and finished his breakfast. Once he did, he asked his mother if he could be excused. "Of course, dear. Oh, and your godfather is coming to visit today. He should be by in a couple of hours," she said with a smile. She knew he loved his godfather, and was always excited for the next visit. Learning something new about potions was always exciting.

After writing a couple of sentences to testit, he decided he liked this 'ballpoint pen'. It would be something he would use in letters to Hermione. It was quite a bit different to a quill, that was for sure. And he didn't have to hold his hand as weird so he didn't smudge the ink as he wrote. It still smudged, as it didn't dry immediately, but it was so much faster. Sometimes, Draco hated being left-handed.

Draco sent out an owl order for some wizarding candies, to send to Hermione. He went to the family library and opened a book on charms until his godfather came over.

When Misty popped in to say that Potions Master Snape had arrived, Draco snapped the book shut with a heavy thump and jumped out of the armchair he was sitting in. Rushing down the stairs, Draco practically flew into his godfather's arms, which were open and braced for the leap Severus knew Draco would take. It was normal. Although, it would definitely stop once they were at school. Not many knew who Draco's godfather was. "Uncle Sev! You're here!"

Severus laughed and put Draco down. "Indeed I am, Little Dragon." Draco looked up at the face of his godfather and giggled. The pet name was one he had had forever, and only his Uncle Sev called him that. "What potion shall we brew today? Or shall we look at some failed potions and remedy them?"

"Well, I know we are starting school soon, so I want to do the failed potions and try to remedy them. And it's something new."

"Well, let's get started then, yes?"

"Yes!"

Severus led the way to the potions lab, where Draco's father had a couple of different potions brewing. Draco lef those alone, knowing he would get in trouble for touching them. Severus brought him over to their table, and Draco eagerly sat on the stool that was there. Pulling out his bags, Severus unshrunk the vials and placed them back in cauldrons. Draco leaned over one, and Severus pushed him back. "Have I taught you nothing? Be careful of the potions until you are sure of what they do." Draco smiled sheepishly and sat back down. He was able to be a different version of himself around his godfather, and if Severus noticed it, he didn't say anything. Around Severus, draco acted like a little kid, finally able to let it out. Around his father, it was the persona of a person far older. Hermione got the real him, the one who didn't pretend anything. Well, the one who pretended he was a muggle. But that just meant not mentioning magic around others.

After Draco had fixed the first potion with a little bit of nudging, his father walked into the lab, and Draco immediately 'aged up' in maturity. Severus raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. When Lucius saw Draco, he greeted his son. Draco replied in kind, then turned back to the second potion, which was now bubbling over. Draco freaked out, and Severus pulled him away from the potion and turned off the heat, adding a couple porcupine quills. The potion stabilized, and Draco sighed in disappointment that he didn't think about that. Looking for the time, Draco saw it was almost one o'clock. His stomach rumbled, as if it wasn't hungry until he knew the time, and Severus smiled at him. "Let's go."

Leaving the lab, Draco and Severus made their way to the dining hall, where a plate of sandwiches was waiting for them. Picking one up, Draco and Severus talked about what he could have done differently to that potion. Once they finished, Draco made his way back to the library and Severus headed down into the potions lab again. After hearing from a house elf, Krusty this time, that "the Potions Master Snape had left the premises", Draco went to his room and wrote out his next letter to Hermione.

Hermione,

I enjoy this pen you've gotten me, thank you. It is much easier to write with than a quill, which is what we wizards use. I think I might be able to send you one along with this note, if only so you can practice before school starts. Quills are notoriously hard to write with.

You will not be able to find wizarding supplies in a muggle store, but instead in Diagon Alley. The entrance is in The Leaky Cauldron, a pub that only magicals can see. It's not the best pub out there, but not the worst either. That honor belongs to the Hog's Head, in Hogsmeade.

You can get all sorts of wizarding supplies in Diagon Alley, like wands, potion ingredients, robes, and brooms. (Yes, we really do fly on brooms. The legends had to come from somewhere)

I believe you want an owl of your own, and I will gladly entrust Amethyst to you, just make sure you keep her safe. She likes her Owl Treats, so I will send a package tomorrow night, along with a package for you.

Could you, by any chance, send a package of this paper with lines, for it seems much easier to write on than parchment. The pen is absolutely wonderful, and I don't have to refill it every paragraph.

Today, my godfather came by, and we worked on potions. I do not believe I am supposed to share who my godfather is, for his safety.

I am going to give you a breakdown of different things in the magical world every letter, something new every time. So far, you know of the Houses, and of Blood types. This letter, I will tell you about the different subjects Hogwarts has to teach.

Draco went on to tell her all he knew about Defence Against the Dark Arts (also known as DADA), Charms, Herbology, Astronomy, Transfiguration, and many other classes. He explained a little about the third year electives, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Muggle Studies, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes, But he didn't know as much about those.

Hermione, I honestly do hope to see you again really soon, and continue those films, but you should know that my home life is not the best. I wish there was something someone could do about it, but my father is my legal and magical guardian. He doesn't hit me, but sometimes he throws curses at me, curses that could put him in prison. But he doesn't care, because the Minister bends down to him, my father scares the living daylights out of practically everyone.

I hope to hear back from you soon, Hermione.

Draco

Finishing off his letter, he realized there was a package on his bed, the owl order of sweets he had placed that morning. "Yes!" He whispered. Tying the letter to the package, he wrote a quick PS on it. The package mentioned in the letter came early. I'll send the Owl Treats tomorrow.

He saw Amethyst waiting on the perch on the other side of the room. "Good girl. Now, Amethyst, I want you to stay with Hermione until she sends you back. You can hunt, but you are going to be her owl. Hermione's house is yours too now. Let her know you are kind. Yes?" Amethyst nipped Draco's finger gently, letting him know she understood. Owls were marvelous creatures.

Watching her fly off again, Draco leaned into the window. His thoughts wandered from his new brown haired friend to what would happen when school started. He couldn't wait to get out of this hole.