A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or anything that you recognize from the Harry Potter World. The plot idea was borrowed from a friend (Queen Joker); I am using this with her permission. I hope you like it; it might be two or three chapters long. Read and Review (it's an author's best friend.)

A/N 2: Thank you to all my reviewers, no matter how few there were. And also, I mention "The Patriot" in this chapter. I have no idea who owns it but I know I don't, so don't sue me. For anyone that knows anything about Jason Isaacs, they will realize the connection that I placed in this chapter! I know Sky Lark will…I am sorry in advance for any typos you may come across. I started this at 10 and I've been working on this until the early hours of the morning.

RECAP: Draco just stared at Harry. If only he would've known what really happened. Draco looked down at the floor as the memories flooded over him.

Chapter 2: I would have gotten in trouble...

FLASHBACK

"Master Malfoy, it is time to get up," the maid's voice called from the other side of the door, but Draco didn't want to get up yet. The bright light shone from his open curtains from which he had been watching the full moon last night. Frustrated with the sun, he pulled the cover over his head, hiding his anguished eyes.

The door on the far side of the room creaked open, and Draco heard the unmistakable swish of his father's cloak.

"Draco," the elder Malfoy started slowly, "I believe you were told to get out of bed, were you not?" The end of his mattress sunk due to his father's weight.

Sheepishly, Draco pushed the down comforter off of his head, and slowly sat up to face his father.

"Yes, Father," his quiet voice said.

"Now, what were you told about obeying what others tell you to do?" Malfoy Senior inquired, looking at his young son.

Draco looked up into his father's eyes. He remembered when his father's eyes had looked so bright and it wasn't overly difficult to get a genuine smile on his face. Years of doing 'dirty jobs' (as his father now referred to them as), worry and fatigue had taken some of his youthful appearance, though it did nothing to hinder his stamina.

"I was told not to-to," Draco said, struggling to remember the lecture he had previously been forced to sit through, "disobey orders, unless I had a good reason to do so."

"Having said that, do you have a legitimate reason to have disobeyed Annabelle when she instructed you to get out of bed?"

"No, Sir," Draco said, hanging his head.

"Well then, you know next time to obey when somebody gives you an order." A short nod from his son was all he needed to know it wouldn't happen again. "Very well, get ready. We aregoing to visit our new neighbors today."

When his father left the room Draco bounded out of bed and was ready in less than ten minutes, a record on his chart. Running down the impossibly long flight of stairs, he met up with his father in the study.

Lucius was sitting in the mahogany colored chair. A book was resting in his lap, and a small pair of reading glasses were perched on the end of his nose.

"Ah, Draco, come in and sit down. We still have yet to wait for your mother," Lucius said and went back to his book.

Draco walked over and sat on the edge of the couch opposite his father's chair. His father often had business dealings here, though Draco was ushered out of the room before they would begin talking.

Draco leaned back so his head hit the cushion behind him.

"Don't slouch, Draco, you willruin your posture," Narcissa scolded lightly as she walked into the room. She had on a simple green dress that wastight up top and fanned out slightly when it hit her waist. Every dress she owned was designed this way.

"Well, since we're all ready now, shall we be on our way?" Lucius asked, rising from his chair while removing his glasses. He set the book, which his wife had recommended, on the table. Written in curly writing on the cover were the words "The Patriot."

"Of course, let's go. Come along Draco," Narcissa said putting a guiding hand on her son's back. "Where are you in that book, dear?" Narcissa said, falling into step with Lucius when they exited the room.

"General Cornwallis and Brigadier General O'Hara about land, and Colonel William Tavington has just entered the room to converse with General Cornwallis."

"Yes, that is a very good part. They have a splendidly written conversation. As of now, what do you think of the book?" Narcissa asked as they walked out the front door of the manor, casting a locking spell as they walked away.

"It is a very good read, indeed. You choose your readings well," Lucius said, smiling at her.

"Thank you," Narcissa said as they closed the gate. "What information do you have on our neighbors in advance?"

"I know that they are muggles, and have one son," Lucius said simply.

"How old is their son?" Narcissa inquired to her husband.

"Same age a Draco."

"Father, if they are muggles, why are we going to visit them?" Draco asked from his mother's side as they walked at a rather slow pace to their new neighbors' house.

"We are going to pay them a visit because they own something that may be of value to me," Lucius said, choosing his words carefully.

"Like what, Father?" Curiosity was getting the better of him. Unbeknownst to him, that would get him in trouble later in his life.

"It's a child, actually."

"Why would you want their son?" Draco asked as fear pooled in his stomach at the thought of being replaced.

"There son is not the one I wish to meet," Lucius said giving his son the look that told Draco further questions were not to be asked.

Draco lowered his head when he received that glance from his father. He had hated getting that look since he was three, it always meant trouble if he didn't shut his mouth.

"I thought you said that they only had one son?" Narcissa said as they came upon their destination.

"They do, the other boy is not theirs, in a way. He's of their blood, by marriage, of course. This boy is 'The Chosen One'," Lucius said winking at Narcissa as they strode up the walkway. Lucius approached the door and knocked three times.

From inside, there came the sounds of bustling items and scurrying footsteps.

"Now, Draco, not a word is to be spoken of anything you have heard previously. No one is to know anything of the Wizarding World. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Father," came Draco's mumbled reply just as the door, which was made of yew, was pulled open.

"Ah, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, how do you do?" A woman who had an unnaturally long neck said, extending her hand to each of Draco's elders in turn, "And this must be Draco, how are you today, dear?" The lady said, extending her hand to him.

Draco took it rather apprehensively, and said, "I'm fine, thank you," just as he had been taught since he had begun to speak.

"Well, let us not congregate on the doorstep all day, please, come in," The lady said stepping back and allowing the Malfoys to enter the proximity.

"You have a lovely home, Mrs. Dursley," Narcissa said, looking around at the furniture, which was extremely less ornate than the furniture that resided at the manor.

"Please, call me Petunia," she said, leading the group into the living room. Seated in an armchair was one of the biggest men Draco had ever seen in his life. He had an odd mustache under his nose, and his blonde hair lay neatly on his head. The shade of his hair was nothing compared to his family's hair though. It was a much deeper shade of yellow than Draco's own. Seated on the love sofa was a boy who looked much like the man seated on the armchair, excluding the mustache of course.

"Have a seat," Mr. Dursley said, not even bothering to get up from his seat. Draco was highly offended by this behavior, but knew better than to speak out with his father standing only a few feet from him. Following Narcissa's lead, the three Malfoys sat on the Dursley's extensive white-colored sofa.

"Dudley, why don't you take the boy and go up to your room and play?" Mr. Dursley said to his son, who was ignorantly watching the television.

"I don't wanna," Dudley said glaring at his father.

"Fine, do what you please," Mr. Dursley said, no hint of a coming punishment was noticeable. Draco scowled at the large man sitting on the chair. If he would've talked to his own father like that, Draco would have been forced to sit through a three hour lecture, given by his mother alone.

A slight tap on his thigh made Draco turn and look to his left. His mother was looking at him, that look was in her eyes. The scowl immediately left his face, and he decided that staring at the floor was much safer.

"May I get you anything, coffee, tea, wine?" Petunia said, standing next to her husband. Draco recalled seeing a petunia in one of his aunt's gardens recently. It was a rather ugly flower in his opinion, maybe that's how this lady got her name.

"I'll have some wine, thank you," Lucius said with a nod of his head.

"Tea would be lovely," Narcissa said.

"Draco, would you like anything?" Petunia said to him.

Draco just shook his head at her. After receiving another sharp tap against his thigh Draco sighed and replied. "I wouldn't like anything, thank you." Why was it that no one ever noticed his mother hitting him when he did something wrong? Was everyone on the planet that ignorant of their surroundings?

"Very well, I shall return momentarily," Petunia said, and walked out of the room. The atmosphere in the room was very tense. The only sounds being made in the house were the television as a cartoon character was pounded into the ground with what appeared to be a safe (how barbaric was the Muggle world?) and Petunia scurrying around in the kitchen.

"Mr. Dursley, how is it that you came upon this house?" Lucius said, attempting to start a conversation with this man. He was determined to find out all the information that he could.

"A close friend of mine is in the real estate business, and he suggested that I take the offer. This is only our summer home though. Our actual home is in Surrey." Mr. Dursley said looking at Lucius suspiciously.

"Here we are," Petunia said, walking back into the sitting room with a tray full of drinks. "Wine for the gentlemen," she said handing Lucius a wine glass, half filled with a blood red wine. "Tea for the lady, I didn't know what you took with it so I brought you cream and sugar also," Petunia said offering the two containers on the tray.

"Why thank you," Narcissa said in a falsely sweet tone, adding a small amount of the cream and sugar to the steaming teacup.

"Whiskey for Vernon," she said handing off the glass to her husband, "And a chocolate milkshake for Dudley," she said handing him the glass, which had begun to sweat already from the summer heat. "Are you sure you don't want anything, dear?" Petunia said.

This is the last time I'm telling you this, "No, thank you," Draco said, trying to keep his voice steady. He knew fairly well that punishment came to those who were disrespectful.

"If you're sure," Petunia said and returned the tray to the kitchen. When she came back, she sat down on the love sofa next to Dudley.

"Draco, we have a swing set out back if you would like to go out there while we talk," Petunia said, obviously finding Draco's behavior peculiar.

Draco looked to his parents for confirmation that it was okay to leave.

"Go ahead, honey," Narcissa said quietly to him.

Draco stood slowly looking around the room. Petunia told him how to get to the back door and, after asking to be excused, quietly left the room without another word. He found the backdoor easily enough and slid the glass door open. He stepped outside into the humid summer air.

Draco walked over and sat lightly upon one of the swinging seats. He leaned his head against the shining silver chain and was suddenly reminded that he was in such a rush this morning that he forgot to give his mother her birthday present.

The thought of his own stupidity and ignorance of his mother's special day burned into him like a hot branding. He disliked the Dursley's even more than he had three minutes ago now. He wished he could go home and get the velvet navy-blue box out of his wardrobe drawer. Inside rested a beautiful silver locket that was shaped in the shape of a simple heart. The locket itself held a picture of the three of them all smiling happily at the camera.

Draco was proud of the fact that he picked the locket out himself, though his father made some changes on it to make it even more beautiful than it was when he had picked it out. His father had a single jade crystal placed in the very center of the heart, which was in turn surrounded by six diamonds, all of which fit neatly together.

Lost in the fantasy of his mother's facial expressions when he gave the box to her, the young blonde did not notice another boy walking out of the house and towards the swing set. A surprised gasp was all it took to bring Draco out of his daze, and when he looked at the intruder, his gaze was met with a pair of wide bright green eyes.