A/N: Hey people, this is indeed my first story, so I hope you enjoy! (It's kind of a re-write of book 6.)

Disclaimer - I don't own any of the Harry Potter Characters, but I do own a pair of fuchsia kitten-heel pointy toe boots!

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Chapter One- The Malfoy Mansion

A boy of sixteen sat on the edge of his bed looking at a picture which was apparently cut out from a magical newspaper, due to the moving girl centered in the picture. His blonde hair lay neatly on his head coming down just before his eyes, which were a gorgeous shade of brown.

"Draco. Stop drooling over the picture of that filthy little mudblood girl, and start packing your trunk." Spoke a drawling voice which came from outside a dark green and silver room.

"Dad, I didn't see you come in," said the young Draco Malfoy before he got cut off by his dad.

"Draco, you bring disgrace to the pure bloods. How could you even think of someone as low as her? I thought I brought you up well, but I seem to have misjudged myself." snapped the man as he grabbed the newspaper cutout from Draco's hands. He looked down at the picture and was waved at by the girl that stood in front of Gringotts, the wizarding bank. She had two brown frizzy braids in her hair which hung down by her neck. She had green eyes and freckles. She looked like a respectable young woman, but he knew better than that. She was muggle born, a pure disgrace to the greedy purebloods of the wizarding name. Not all purebloods were racist like this, but people like Luscious Malfoy were.

"Dad, give me back the picture. Its mine." demanded a young man by the name of Draco. He stood up in front of his tall, greedy father. He looked into his dads eyes, glaring at him with pure hate.

"You always think you can push me and mom around. That is probably why she left you. You are a greedy bastard. You know that?" Draco snapped once again.

Luscious was taken back by the comment, but it didn't show.

"You know, boy, one more remark like that; your scrawny ass just might end up with your mother on the streets. Would you like that to happen? I thought not. Pack your bags. You're leaving early." Remarked Luscious as he exited the door way.

"What the hell do you mean by that?" yelled Draco as he ran after his so called dad.

"You will be staying at that inn that Tom owns, outside of Diagon Alley. I can't stand having you in my house anymore." said Luscious coolly as he walked on down the hall.

Draco stormed back into his room and gathered all of his things and stuffed it all into his rather large trunk. He took one last look around his room and made sure he didn't forget anything. For once in his life, he was excited to go away from home and be with his friends at Hogwarts. He didn't want to come home after the year is done at Hogwarts. He hated his dad. He was going to find his mother and live with her. There was only the one catch. He was going to have to live on the streets.

Draco couldn't live on the streets. He would have to get some money to buy a house for him and his mother to live in. His dad would probably have some money hidden somewhere, but it might be hard to find.

Draco then remembered that his dad had a stash of money behind a portrait in the armor room. His dad would probably be around there waiting for Draco to leave.

Draco left his room and went to the entrance of the mansion. The armor room is by there and he would have to create a distraction for his dad to be lured away from the entrance. He made sure he kept quiet on the top flight of stairs, due to them being right above the main entrance.

On his way down he spotted a maid carrying a copy of the Daily Prophet. He noticed the prophet had a picture of a girl who looked similar to the one on Draco's picture cut out.

"Excuse me, could I please have that?" asked Draco as he approached the maid.

"Yes you may young sir. Could I help you with anything else?" asked the maid as she handed over the paper.

"Actually, I was wondering where my dad is. Do you know?" Draco replied as he tucked the paper under his arm.

"He is in the garden. Would you like me to get him for you?" she asked.

"No, that's fine. Thanks." Remarked Malfoy as he continued to walk down the stairs in a more rapid rate because his dad was just outside the entrance.

As soon as he reached the Entrance, he looked around and spotted the door which led to the armor room. He entered the vast room which over one hundred suits of shining armor stood in two lines down the narrow room. There was another door at the end of that room, but he never got to know what was in that room, because it was hard walking down that hall without the suits of armor coming alive and trying to joust your brains out.

Along time ago, when Draco was about nine years old, he used to always come to this room and look for one of the suits with a chainmase instead of a jousting stick which all of the other suits had. The individual armor held a stash of money which Draco had no idea where it came from. You would have to bow in front of that suit and its mase would come down and a secret door behind it would fling open revealing cash. He used to always take cash from there to go buy him toads when he was younger.

Draco took a deep breath and crossed the two suits of armor avoiding various jousts from them and broke out into a run. He looked behind him and noticed that there had to be at least 50 suits chasing him down the room.

He then noticed that the suit that he was looking for was just ahead of him. He ran over to that one and quickly bowed down in front of it only to reveal a door swing open behind it. He approached the door and grabbed all of the galleons in there. There was enough in there to buy a decent house for him and his mother to live in it. He stuffed it all into his cloak, and began to run to the same way he came into the mass of armor that was lying down on the ground as if it was all dead.

Draco noticed that they weren't alive anymore and he began to think if there was anyone there that was watching him.

He decided to run back to the other side of the room which held the door which Draco had never entered.

Draco approached the door only to find that it easily opened. He stepped inside the room and looked around. There was a chandelier hanging down from the high roof. The beautiful golden looking floors reached all ground widths of the room. The golden walls reached up to all heights in that room. It was the most wonderful room Draco had ever seen in his life. Bookshelves lined the walls with every book imaginable. In the corner of the room there was an oak desk which was neatly put together and varnished.

Draco walked over to the desk only to find a bundle of letters that were tied together on the desk. He reached for the bundle and untied it. The first letter had his fathers name written on it. In the returning address corner there was the name Angus Bellingham.

Draco knew nothing of the name, so he put that one back on the desk. The next letter had Draco's name written across it. There was no name in the return address though.

Draco sat down on a brass desk chair and began to open the letter. The letter was written in a deep blue ink that began to fade out near the end of the letter.

Dear My Dearest Draco,

I am writing to you from Diagon Alley. Ollivander kindly let me stay in the back of his shop. Please do not worry about my condition, because I am most certainly fine. It is you I am worried about.

You should know about your father being a death eater. Am I correct? Your father was called to do some more work for The Dark Lord, and I want you to not give in to him when he asks for your help. I don't know if he already has, but if he does, say no.

I love you Draco,

Mom…

At the moment, Draco was stunned because he never remembered his owl bringing him a letter. His dad must have gotten hold of it before him. What was all this talk about saying no to his father about Voldemort returning? And there was the thought of there being no return address on the letter. She must have thought that Draco would be caught by his father sending a letter back to her.

Draco looked through the rest of the letters and saw that there were no more that were to his concern. He put them back into a bundle and threw his letter away. When his letter hit the garbage can, a booming sound came from within the garbage. Without any thinking, Draco ran out of the room, back through the armor room and out into the entrance where he was met by his father.

"Well, well, well. What do we have here? It's a boy who hasn't been packing all this time when he was supposed to. I can't believe how much you have changed through the summer. Thinking that mud bloods deserve just as much respect as pure bloods, going against Lord Voldemort, I just can't believe it. And to think, I was going to ask you to help the dark lord with killing that Harry Potter boy." Luscious rambled on. Before Draco could respond his dad walked away back outside into the garden.

Draco ran upstairs back into his room and sat down on his bed. Yes, his father was right. He did change through the summer. After hearing about Harry and Dumbledore encountering Voldemort like that, he became envious on how much respect they got for doing such a good thing. Sure, Draco got respect when he put people down, but he wanted real respect. The kind of respect you get when you help a friend out of a tight situation.

Draco also developed a crush on a muggle born girl who went to his school. He could picture himself being with her. She was gorgeous…

Draco awoke from his daydreaming and saw his dad at the doorway. He was holding out a pot of floo powder. He got the point and took the jar away from his dad. His dad walked away without a word.

Draco set the jar down and gathered up the rest of his stuff. He took out a retractable trolley and stacked his entire luggage on it. He pulled the trolley behind him as he walked out of his room, jar in hand, bouncing his trolley down the stairs.

Draco reached the last step and found himself in the mansion entrance, facing a huge fire place. He took some of the powder in hand and pulled his trolley into the fire place and threw the powder onto the ground.

"DIAGON ALLEY!" Draco yelled as vast green flames engulfed him and his trolley. He could feel himself twirling around in a state of nausea.

All of the sudden he disengaged from that state and landed with a thud in another smaller fire place. He looked around at the lobby of the hotel that he was in. It was dirty, dingy, but it felt like home.

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