A/N: Hello! Hope you enjoy. Please let me know what you think! Enter Theo Nott next chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, it all belongs to JKR.


Magic is all around the world, not discriminating between young and old, worthy and not, good and bad. Magic was in the trees and in the air, if you were in tune with it you could feel it flow through you and swirl around you. Draco Malfoy was born to magic like it was air he breathed. He could feel it around him since he was little. His parents taught and shaped how he saw it and he strived to understand every part of it. He could see it float in the air as clear as day.

He had asked his mother about it once and she told him it was unusual but not completely uncommon. She said it was part of the Black blood that ran through his veins. The Blacks were known to not be wholly stable and he guessed this might be one of the reasons. He could see the magic flow through his mother and swirl around her and settle in her hair. He loved watching it and would often stare after her. His father wasn't around as much as he would have liked, but when he was, he doted on him. He was the Malfoy heir, the only child of two ancient and noble houses, he got just about everything he wanted. If he wanted the world his mother would wrap it up and hand it to him for breakfast.

Draco was six watching as his tutor drone on about the proper etiquette of how to eat a salad. He was growing bored and looked out the window at the white peacocks roaming around. All he wanted to do was go outside and ride his broom as he zoomed around trying to catch the pretty birds. Why did he need to know this stuff? What was the point of it all? Pulling his attention back to the tutor he glanced at the man. His magic was also strong as he waved his wand about talking about which fork was which. Draco pushed his magic out from his center and watched as his parchment started to float and twirl around it. He let a small smirk spread across his face as his teacher reminded him again that this was not the lesson today. His mother just smiled as she watched her son play with his magic. He was going to be a powerful wizard.

Draco, now eleven, was zooming across the garden chasing a snitch as his parents watched on with an indulgent smile on their faces. He was almost ready to go to Hogwarts and they had bought everything they could that had a snake on it. He was going to be a Slythern, no doubts about it. Suddenly he stopped and looked out to the forest. Something was wrong. Or maybe right? He couldn't quite tell. It felt like a huge surge of magic just hit him and was barreling towards their wards.

Narcissa Malfoy felt the wards break before the magical force overwhelmed her. She started screaming for her son as she held back the blinding force of magic. She felt Lucius grab her hand as he pushed them forward with a shield spell at the tip of his wand. She pulled out her own and cast aside debris as it slapped past the shield. Garden gnomes flying about as the wind swirled about. Then, like nothing even happened, it stopped. A small girl with a bush for hair was lying there crying out for her mother. Narcissa quickly called the elves and pulled her son close to her as he stared at the girl. What had just happened?


Hermione bounced around her grandmother's house tearing through walls and breaking things in her path. She just felt worthless. She couldn't figure out what was going on. Why was she like this? She had to get away. She had to go somewhere safe. She felt herself float around, unbeknownst to her destroying everything in her path. She felt something call to her. It filled her with warmth as she got closer. It was so warm and soothing. She wanted it. She had to have it.

She cracked through the barrier that was keeping her from the warmth and surrounded herself in it once she was through. She felt her whole body tear itself apart as she found herself on the ground. She clutched herself crying out. Where was she? She looked up from the grass and saw three people standing above her. One was a boy who was looking at her with a face of shock. A man and woman were pointing sticks at her as words flew from their mouths. She felt something wrap around her and constrain her limp limbs. What was going on?

Draco stared at the strange girl as his parents restrained her. He saw her leak magic and it flowed so wildly around her, consuming her. She was powerful. Her magic reached out to them and he felt his own magic react to it, calling to it. The girl's head snapped up and locked eyes with him as he pushed his magic out and let it mingle and smudge with hers. It was like everything fell in place. All of his worries faded and he looked into her deep chocolate eyes and held his breath. What the bloody hell just happened?

Hermione watched the boy with bright blond hair as he looked deep into her eyes. What was going on? Why did she feel so calm? She felt tears pool in her eyes as she tried to figure out what was happening. She didn't understand what was going on. She pulled her eyes from him and caught the woman's eyes.

"W-Where am I?"

Narcissa dropped her wand and knelt down to the scared girl. Pushing her hair back she asked, "You are at the Malfoy family home. How did you get past the wards dear?"

"I don't know. I was with my grandmother and now I'm here…"

The older woman dropped her hand that was playing with Hermione's hair and smiled softly. She turned to her husband and whispered something to him she couldn't hear. Turning back to her, the older woman pulled her up.

"I am Narcissa Malfoy and this here is my son, Draco, and my husband Lucius. You will stay here until we figure out how you came upon our home."

Her statement left no room to argue. Hermione nodded and glanced around before looking back at the family. There was a large house, almost a castle, behind them. It had vines growing all around it and curving to the sculpture. Something out of the corner of her eyes moved and her head snapped over to it. There, a small creature, was standing wearing an old pillow case as it wrung its hands. Its floppy ears hung limply at the side of its head. Hermione felt her soul go out to the small creature. What happened to it?

Draco grabbed the girl and started to pull her towards the house. He felt her magic start to react to him as he snatched her hand. It felt like a surge of adrenaline rushing through him. A stupid little smile fluttered across his face as he dragged her into the house. Well, as best he could with the ropes still around her. He turned to his mother and she sent a Finite towards the girl. The ropes fell and disappeared around the girl as she looked on in wonder. He pulled her into the mud room and slipped off his shoes, he motioned for her to do the same. She slipped off her socks, the only thing on her feet. She shivered as the cold stone hit her bare feet. Something was telling her that she was okay. She was going to be alright. She didn't know what was telling her that. The boy pulled her into another room and pushed her gently onto a small loveseat. She watched as his parents watched her like a hawk around their son. As if she was going to hurt him in some way. She had never hurt anyone in her life!

She pulled her feet up on the couch as she tried to curl into a ball facing the adults. The woman, Narcissa, called out to Poppy. With a pop a small creature appeared.

"Yes mistress? What can Poppy do?

Narcissa waved her hand and asked the elf to bring tea and blankets for their guest. Poppy popped back out as fast as she appeared.

After introductions Narcissa learned that the girls name was Hermione Granger and that she had just lost her mother and was staying with her grandmother. She watched as her son kept the small girls hand in his as he kept pushing his magic out to her. She couldn't see magic as easily as him but she saw enough. She watched as their magic mended together and twisted around each other. It was beautiful. She knew her son wasn't going to let her go, and she wouldn't object. She had always wanted a girl to dote on. She reached out with her own magic to her husband and watched as he glanced down at her. He couldn't feel as much as she could but he did know when she called for him with it. She glanced up at him and gestured to the scene in front of them.

The two children were lost in each other. The girl was looking at her hands as she fiddled with them as their son was trying to catch her eye as he kept pushing out more magic. Her small cuts on her face were slowly disappearing as the magic swirled around them.

"Can you take me home?" the small girl asked. Draco shook his head as he glanced at his mother. "You can't go home!" He hissed at her. She couldn't leave! There was so much to learn about her magic. He needed to figure out why his magic responded so well to hers. Hermione's eyes snapped to him and she scrunched up her face.

"I can and I will. I need to get back to my grandmother. She must be worried sick. I don't know how long I've been gone!" Hermione snapped back at him. Her eyes glared right back at him as she ripped her hand from his.

"Now, children, calm down. Hermione, you can stay with us until we can find your grandmother and then you are more than welcome to go home. We won't keep you here child." Narcissa said, her voice calm. Poppy popped back in and handed tea to each person and wrapped a blanket around the small girl.


Hermione Jean Granger woke up with a start that night. She could see and hear her mother around her reminding her that this wasn't real. The Malfoys told her that they were a wizard family and asked if her grandmother was a witch, and if so what family is she from? She didn't know what they wanted to know. They seemed nice enough but she kept telling herself this wasn't real. She was going to wake up to her mother making breakfast telling her to try harder. She looked around the dark room, it was so large to just be a guest bedroom. She slipped out of the bed and walked over to the mirror. Her eyes were red with stress and had small bags under them. She placed her hand out and reached towards her reflection. Her mother always told her that her eyes were a plain mud brown, and she supposed she was right. Looking back at the bed all she wanted to do was curl up. She had magic. She was a witch. At Least that was what Malfoys told her. She lifted her hand and willed her magic to do something. If she was really a witch, like her father said then she should be able to do anything.

She focused all her might to get the mirror to change her reflection or to break or to do anything other than show her broken. Tears started to well up in her eyes at the possibility that maybe she wasn't special. She was just broken and nothing would change that. She saw the mirror crack and then split into hundreds of pieces. It broke all around her and for the first time in her life she felt powerful. If she could do that then what else could she do? Falling to her bare knees she felt the blood start to pool around them as they dug into the shards of glass. She watched as her blood pooled around her and wondered how far she could push the limitations of magic, if there even was any. She promised herself then and there that she would soak up all knowledge she could in the new world.


Draco woke like someone slapped him. He shot out of bed and started running down the hall until he reached the guest bedroom, which was doubling as Hermione's bedroom. He tore open the door and saw her sitting in a pool of her own blood and broken glass. Silently he dropped to his knees beside her, careful not to be cut by the glass. She was staring at one of the broken pieces as he watched her. Her hair was wild and sparked with magic. He pulled the piece of glass from her hands and let it drop in front of her. He pulled her away from the glass and backed them both up against the bedpost. Draco made her put her knees out so he could see the damage that she had done. It wasn't as bad as he thought. Most of it was just surface damage, something that wouldn't be much to heal.

"What happened?" he asked. "Poppy!" he snapped out. The small elf apparated in, taking in her master's guest she quickly summoned a potion and handed it to the small girl. "Take this Hermione. It'll heal your cuts." Draco said as he took the potion from the elf. He popped the top off and put it in her hands. Gently when she didn't move, he pushed it to her lips and watched as she swallowed the nasty potion. She looked at her knees as the cuts started to disappear and the skin closed up with no sign, other than dried blood, that anything was wrong.

Amazed, Hermione turned to the boy sitting next to her. "Is this really real? She asked. She wanted it to be real. She wanted so badly for it to be real. If this was real then she could be special. She could be powerful.

"It's real." He whispered to her.


The next morning the children were woken up by Narcissa. She saw the two sleeping next to each other on the floor with dried blood and shards of glass laying next to them. She gently shook her son and smiled at his sleepy face. She pushed some of his hair out of his eyes and helped him up. As soon as he was up he turned to the girl and woke her up the same way his mother woke him. Narcissa felt a small smirk grace her face watching the two. The girl's eyes fluttered open and quickly assessed the room. "Draco, dear, your friend Theo Nott Junior is coming over."

Draco quickly ran from the room yelling about getting his hair ready for receiving guests. Narcissa didn't have the heart to tell him that he constantly overused his hair gel. She faced the girl and motioned for her to follow. "While he abuses his hair, I want to talk to you. There is also a guest here to see you. She-, Well she is from a school. She heard about your plight from the Ministry. She is coming to talk. Please let me know if you feel uncomfortable about anything she asks you. I'm sorry dear, I'm rambling." Narcissa let out a small chuckle as she led them to a large room.

Hermione was in awe when the door opened. It was a massive room that held so many dresses and gowns. She wanted to touch the beautiful dress that caught her eyes, it was a deep royal blue with gold and silver flecks that looked like stars that danced and moved with the light. Narcissa watched the girl pull her hand back from one of her gowns, an old dress that wasn't her style but was gifted to her. She flicked her wand and floated the dress over to a table in the middle of the room. Dresses wrapped the room like wallpaper, shoes littered the floor in neat and organized racks, it was all just so amazing to Hermione. She watched the dress float and land on the table, following Narcissa to the table. "Poppy!"

The elf popped into the room and bowed to her mistress. "Poppy please enchant this to fit the girl. I have no use for it." Narcissa said with a smirk. She had always wanted a daughter to dress and spoil. "No!" Hermione cried out, she couldn't possibly take, much less wear, something this beautiful. The older woman simply waved her off and continued to look for some shoes for her to wear with it.

"I'll have none of that child. You will wear it. Humor an old woman." Narcissa replied. She found a pair of plain black heels that wrapped around the foot like little vines. Tossing them with a flick of the wand to the table. "Theses as well Poppy."