After finishing his shower and doing his hair; without all that hair gel. A hairstyle that should've lasted a week that somehow lasted over 2 years. Instead he decided to part it to the side with a comb, his much preferred style of choice.

He reentered his expansive room and headed to his walk-in was excessive and a lot of its contents wasn't even needed but for past Draco, this was normal for him, he hadn't learned of his excessive monetary status and sway in politics his name brought, even amongst purebloods until a while later.

He put on a light grey button down shirt, black trousers and a dark robe with black , but fancy enough hopefully, for his birthday; Not that he cared much. He walked to the large mirror that hung in his wardrobe.

Age had changed him but he was still there, still Draco. Although without arrogance or pompousness. He looked so young in the mirror, but definitely not carefree, that had been taken from him many months ago.

Deciding he couldn't avoid Mother and Father forever he righted himself and left his room. As he walked he looked at his relatives, all with similar faces to him. They had an air about them, like they were better than you.

Typical, Malfoy's thinking there better than everyone, My Father was, is a big culprit of that, even if You-Know-Who mellowed him out a bit.

Reaching the door to the dining room he shuddered, remembering all the things that happened there made him want to go in even less. It had to be done; he couldn't be seen acting strange so early on. Even if the longer he was here in this place the more he thought it was the past and not an elaborate trick which few he knew could make and if it was a trick meant to scare him they failed.

Squaring his shoulders and calming himself from the memories of the dining room, he pushed the door open and strode in. He didn't look up until after he had sat down; to his left sat his father, at the head of the table and in front of him sat his mother gently sipping tea. She looked so youthful and carefree, quite unlike the mother he saw yesterday. Deciding He'd like tea as well he called for Dobby.

"Dobby!"

"What is sirs be needing?" He asked.

" Tea, milk and no sugar please, Dobby. Oh! Toast as well! Thanks,"

He looked at me oddly and then popped away. I looked up to return the stare my father was giving me. His brow was arched in confusion but, when I said nothing he returned to The Daily Prophet.

"Happy Birthday Draco, I can't believe in a few months you'll be going to sure moves quickly doesn't it?"

"I suppose. Isn't my Hogwart letter meant to come today?" He asked.

"Yes," she replied.

Before I could reply anymore Dobby supplied me with my tea and toast. I breathed in the steam before sipping my prepared tea.

"Perfect, thank you." I managed to get in before Dobby left. Mother seemed curious about my kindness but decided not to ask.

"Draco, what have you done to your hair?" she asked in a way that let me know she definitely preferred it to my previous excessive hair gel style. Father seemed content to ignore us as he often did unless it was to benefit him or we did something he perceived as wrong. That or he just wanted to be a massive git.

"Decided to do away with all that gel because one, it's not needed, my hair is fine and I've grown tired of it. I much prefer it this way. Does it look alright mother?" I asked.

The longer I sat here the harder it was to maintain this facade but I was determined. If I was in the past; and I'm pretty sure I am, then I must be here for a reason, and if that reason was because I wished and pretty much begged then I know that I have to change it…I have to change time.

'Maybe since I also begged and wished for her, if I Try hard enough… she'll love me enough to let me be with her to…to… let me love her.'

"Definitely an improvement darling," I heard her gently reply.

"Thank you Mother,"

After breakfast I was allowed to open my presents and even if I knew what I got I tried to enjoy it, this will probably be the last one my father tolerates my presence. Mother probably Already noticed my unusual behavior; she has always been perceptive like that. The only reason she hasn't said anything is because I've been behaving better than normal, not worse.

After I thanked them I headed up to my room on the excuse of writing thank you notes. Which I would do but the other reason was to calm down. In two months I'd meet Potter and in three, I'd see Hermione again, and if it wasn't for Mother I'd want to ship them.

I knew sooner or later I'd have to return to them so I went to the lounge room in the afternoon; where they were most likely to be.

"Hey Draco, have you been using your new presents?" asked Mother

"Yes, they're lovely," I replied.

"Well It's time for dinner, let's go Draco," Father said, interrupting our small talk.

Dinner was quiet but surprisingly peaceful or maybe I had gotten so used to dinners before that I didn't know what our normal dinners were like. Soon after I managed to excuse myself and get to bed early.

"You're useless but if we're the ones to hand Potter to The Dark Lord then everything will be forgiven, all will be as it was. Understand?" his father quietly spoke to him with his back to some snatchers holding Potter, Weasley and… and… Hermione. While his mother stood a little bit away from them.

"Years ago I knew a boy who made all the wrong choices. Please let me help you," Dumbledore pleaded.

" I don't want your help! Don't you understand? I have to do this! I have to kill you or he's gonna kill me," my voice breaking in my despair.

"Severus, we're friends please!" the professor pleaded.

Avada Kedavra!

I woke up gasping for air that was hard to wasn't the first time it had happened nor would it be the only consolation was I didn't dream of her screaming and crying in pain.

Knowing he was unlikely to sleep he got out of bed, put on a night time robe and grabbed a book he'd gotten from The Family Library earlier that day about time he already knew a good deal about but, was interesting anyway. He got up on his soft window bench so he could start the book but first, he looked out at the stars.

"Thank you so much for this chance." he said softly.

For some reason he felt like he'd be saying that a lot. Oddly enough he didn't seem to mind.