Draco was in Madame Blotts shop when a boy in hand-me down clothes that were too large for him entered. The clothes looked like they could have clothed a dragon, they were so big. Draco introduced himself, but didn't wait for the boy to finish his introduction. Draco knew who exactly the boy was, even though he was trying to hide his scar. It was Harry Potter. Who would have thought that The Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived would be wearing hand-me downs and have bruises on his arms and neck. It looked like someone had tried to choke the boy to death.

Draco felt a common thread in the lives, both the last to people anyone would expect to be abused, yet both were. Draco by his oft-enraged father; Harry by whoever had taken him in. Draco talked for a while on odd subjects, noticing that the boy was just nodding his head without even listening.

Draco was just finishing when he heard his fathers voice, "Come on boy, I don't have time for this," Lucius drawled in a cold voice. Draco looked at his father with a flash of fear in his eyes before hiding it.

The were out on the street when his father said "We need to go to Knockturn alley, than to home, I have a very important meeting to get ready for."