Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters yet, but I like to think that I own a few parts of this storyline.
Chapter 1
Planning
Have you ever noticed how some people put on an act? How you act different around different people and in different places? How sometimes people lie to support the way people see them? If you haven't, it's time you looked around and started paying attention.
Draco Malfoy was one of that ever-growing group of people that lies daily and wears a mask to keep up his reputation. And of course, to keep his father from punishing him for acting against the family. Otherwise, he'd end up being beaten or even chained up in a dungeon for his so called impudence. The rich and powerful have devised many ways to torture a person. So even from that day on the train, Draco acted how his father wanted. He had plenty of practice.
Crabbe and Goyle were not his bodyguards as most people thought. He knew that very well. They were his father's spies. They had been ordered to send owls to Mr. Malfoy once a week. This was all information that Draco had been forced to find out for himself. When you're being spied on, your watchers don't usually take the time to tell you about it. If they do, they're probably just trying to distract you from something.
At first Draco just faced the facts, which, as you can guess, weren't very good. Soon, however, he began to hatch a plan that would eventually destroy his father.
You may wonder why Draco hated his father enough to even consider such a plan. Lucius Malfoy was a cruel man. He had never cared for Draco other than how having a son could help him gain power. For Lucius, there was nothing more important than power. Draco had found this out growing up and had never truly felt any kind feelings toward his father. How could he? He had no happy memories of spending time with his family. He couldn't remember a time when he had actually played. He couldn't even remember his father even bothering to say happy birthday. In other words, his childhood sucked. Dismally.
When Draco first heard that he would go to Hogwarts, he was exhilarated at the idea of a refuge from acting like his father. There was to be no refuge. Later he realized his father would be spying on him. Then he knew he had to find a way to either escape or somehow defeat his father to retain the little freedom that he had left. This wasn't very easy. Draco was only eleven years old when he began to plan, and Mr. Malfoy was in the business of controlling people. But Mr. Malfoy would be far away, and Crabbe and Goyle weren't exactly geniuses. After the few nights of thinking before he got on the train, Draco knew he would need help. His father had hundreds of people in his service, and nobody could defeat a number of people so large single-handedly. But who could help him? Who could he trust to be an ally? Who was there that would never end up in the service of the cold and calculating Lucius Malfoy?
To all these questions there was a very simple answer: Harry Potter.