"Well I'm Draco", Draco simply replied, cleaning up his potions with a wave of his hand. They disappeared back into thin air.
"So, um", Harry cleared his throat, eyeing the display of wandless magic with apprehension. Odd. "How did you save me exactly? And how did I get here? Where is here?"
"To answer your first two questions. I don't know. You just apparated to my alley", Draco sat down by Harry, waving his hand and a blanket materialized, landing on Harry.
"Whoa, how did you do that. And what is apparate?" Harry stared at the display of magic, this time more curious than apprehensive.
"Materialization. Only I can do it for some reason. And how do you not know what apparation is? Did your parents not explain? Where are your parents?" Draco asked. Was this Harry guy an orphan? Disowned like him?
Draco had been disowned because Voldemort wanted him as heir. Lucius was his right-hand man and Voldemort himself was infertile. He also had a twin brother for the Malfoy heir. But his mother refused, leading Voldemort to cast the killing curse on her. Then on Draco. But he had survived after all, waking up in the alleyway he currently resided at after his father "disposed of the worthless body" as he heard when he woke. Draco actually did die but he apparently came back to life? Either way, every time someone dies, the are automatically disowned so he was not in any way related to the Malfoy family (in the legal sense). What was left of the killing curse was a curvy white wave as a scar on the right side of his forehead. It was normally covered by his bangs.
Harry shrugged, his expression troubled. Draco realized that he was probably disowned. He had a hint of shame in his eyes that Draco recognized that one time he conjured a mirror when he was 2 and didn't understand anything about what happened. Well, there was no harm in telling him...
"I'm disowned. I grew up in this alleyway", Draco mumbled waving his hand and a bowl of fruit appeared. "Eat. You need food", Draco said pointing at the bowl.
Harry stared at it for a moment before tentatively grabbing an apple. "Ran away. Disowned. Ex-potter", he mumbled.
"Twin of Charlus Potter?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. He hadn't know that the boy-who-lived had a twin until Storm had told him. The phoenix liked to travel a lot and kept up with what was happening.
Harry nodded slowly. "What's it to you?"
Draco shrugged. "Don't really care. I'm going to practice my archery and dagger-wielding skills. Go for a run as well. Here is your breakfast". Draco waved his hand and pancakes appeared.
"Thanks Draco", Harry mumbled. "And um, what family were you disowned from?"
As soon as the words left his mouth, Harry immediately covered it and seemed to be mentally smacking himself.
"Malfoy", Draco said curtly before flashing in his magical bow and arrows.
This was the 7th morning that Harry had watched Draco shoot and he could feel his eyes on him as each arrow ripped through the air, landing on some black mark on the alley wall. Each arrow was piercing the one before it in the middle of the shaft, landing in exactly the same spot. Eventually, he got bored of the monotony so he flashed in his daggers and threw them at the same mark, alternating between shooting and throwing.
"Can you teach me?" Harry asked with awe, staring at the arrows and daggers embedded into the wall.
"Archery?" Draco asked, shooting another arrow. Bullseye. "Or dagger throwing?" He threw. Bullseye.
"Both", Harry replied, still captivated by the display of accuracy. Draco turned around to look at Harry, raising an eyebrow. "What's in it for me?"
Harry seemed to be startled out of his stupor at the disinterest in Draco's voice, "Erm..."
Draco smirked at the 8-year-old, as a dagger from his hand, sailed through the air, towards Harry's head.
Harry let out a yelp, throwing himself down to the ground.
"Good reflexes", Draco commented and with a wave of his hand all his arrows and daggers returned to him in pristine condition.
"Fine, I'll teach you", Draco nonchalantly waved his hand and levitated a still wide-eyed Harry ex-Potter over to him and unceremoniously dropped him on the ground. "You can pay me back with entertainment". Draco then proceeded to scowl
"10 push-ups go", Draco shouted as Harry still lay there blinking his eyes slowly.
"Come on!" Draco barked.
It soon registered in the boy's mind what he was expected to do as he dropped down and immediately started pushing up and down. Harry had heard of push ups and done them in gym class at his many elementary schools. He was the only one who had perfect for-
"Legs closer together, bottom flat, chin down, what are you doing?" Draco barked as Harry hastily corrected himself.
"Aren't you- eight- as well?" He wheezed, only 3 pushups in. Draco scowled.
"Yes, I am. And you need to shut up and breathe through your mouth. 10 pushups is nothing", And it really was nothing. Draco knew that Harry was malnourished and lacked strength but he also knew he needed this exercise for archery and for his overall health. It didn't really burn any belly fat either so that was good. "If you want to do archery, you need arm strength and eventually leg strength as well".
Harry nodded, grit his teeth, and kept going. The position he was in was uncomfortable as hell but he was smart enough to know that it was necessary.
As he collapsed at 10, he discovered it really wasn't that bad. He felt much better once it was over. He was still slightly sore though.
"Great, now drink", Water appeared at a wave of Draco's hand and given to Harry.
"Thanks", he said.
"We will add five more pushups everyday".
A/N Well. That's done. Err, Neville will be coming in soon enough so... stay tuned?
Circi
