A SILVER DRAGON & A SPIRIT PHOENIX - A TRILOGY.

A/N: AU, non-canon, where Horcruxes are not a thing. A quick jot effort to celebrate an impending Christmas break; hopefully, I'll finally find more time to write?

SUMMARY OVERVIEW:

PART 1: WHAT HIS HEART DESIRES - Six-year-old Draco wants Harry Potter. And the Malfoys are wealthy and clever and resourceful enough to make it happen. And Slytherin enough to pull it off, right under the noses of the entire British Wizarding Provinces. Draco gets a best friend for life.( - Completed.)

PART 2: WHAT THE WORLD DEMANDS - Harry Potter, consummate Slytherin and trained in the arts by Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape and devoted to Narcissa and Draco, goes to Hogwarts. Years 1 through 4 and ending with the resurrection of Voldemort at the end of the Triwizard tournament. ( - WIP. )

PART 3: IT WAS DESTINED TO BE - Harry and Draco navigate their tricky alliances, friendships old and new, and work to end the threat of a dark dork. Lucius and Severus tag team and spy on both the Lighte and the Darke; and Narcissa returns to her ancient discipline once again for the sake of her two sons. ( - Coming soon!)

PART 1: WHAT HIS HEART DESIRES

CHAPTER ONE: A HAPPY LITTLE PRINCE

Little Draco was a happy little wizard. There was nothing that truly frightened him that his father couldn't handle, nor any hurts him mother couldn't soothe away. There was not a single thing he ever wanted for more than a few scant minutes, or hours at worst, before it appeared, no matter how trivial or big it was. Lucius had even taken him to see baby dragons hatch, last birthday. And if a little sneeze-fire from a newborn reptile singed his best robes and put out any desire to take one home, all the better.

But Draco was the apple of his dotting parents' eyes and the loved his gasps of pleasure every time they indulged him. They had waited ten impatient, painful years to have the only child they would ever have, and it brought a song of love into their souls to see his utter and complete faith in their ability to indulge all his desires. His parents, if you saw past their ice-cold and detached public masks, really did spoil him beyond all norms. And he knew it with the instinct of those who held such power over others, and the unerring instincts of clever children spoilt by dotting parents. He knew that he only had to mention a desire and his father or his mother or both of them would move heaven and earth to make it happen.

And on his sixth Birthday, a well-meaning well-wisher gifted Draco Malfoy something that even his all-powerful father or his all-knowing mother would be hard-pressed to buy for his indulgence. It started with a well-meaning, lowly ministry worker's gift of the Harry Potter Adventures series of books; the poor man's own children adored the books and he had instinctively understood that the path to the heart of the Malfoy Power Couple, was through their little boy. But it worked in ways that none of them ever anticipated or foresaw or even considered themselves adept at handling.

Draco Malfoy went through a mountain of presents and finally stumbled upon the little box of books. He opened the first one out of curiosity and began to read where he sat on the Persian rug. And the little wizardling was officially hooked. He read about the wild African safari and the taming of the nundu. He read about the dark-haired boy climbing the Everest with the yeti, and flying to the moon with the pooka. He read about a bespectacled, dark-haired dare-devil, flying with the dragons and discovering mountains of treasures. He discovered another boy who loved flying and brooms and pegasi same as he did. And he read and read and read until the whole set of all eleven books were finished.

The lightning bolt scar that was so exotic and strange and fascinating. The round-rimmed glasses that gave a child a serious mien and grown-up airs. And those emerald orbs hiding behind the round frames, if a wizardling were to believe the illustration, then it glinted like real gemstones. Like his mother's earrings. The hair so dark it practically gleamed blue in those parchment pages. And that hair itself puzzled him. Oh, sweet Salazar, the hair that seemed anathema to a blonde prince who was never caught with a single hair out of place. It was improbable that this little boy same age as him, and without any living parents like his own, lived such a fascinating life.

He wanted to meet the hero. He wanted to be the best friend and go on grand adventures with him. He wanted Harry Potter to come and live with him, right here in the icy cold palace that was the Malfoy Manor, where albino peacocks sang shrill songs and chased each other on lawns as vivid green as Harry Potter's eyes. When he first spoke of this desire, Lucius looked incredulous and Narcissus merely laughed in delight at the adventurous spirit and vivid imagination of her precious boy. And yet, Draco persisted. He wanted Harry Potter. And no one else would do.

The two puzzled parents pondered this latest scheme of their indulged little prince. Buying a child was out of the question. Perhaps, like the dragons, Draco could go and meet the child and satisfy his curiosity. Maybe if the child was rather boring in person, then things won't spiral out of wand point. But where was one to find the child? Dumbledore had carefully hidden the child away more than four years ago. But then Lucius had a direct line into Dumbledore's secrets. There was his old protegee in dark arts, Severus Snape, slaving away as the potions master at Hogwarts. And as Draco's godfather, he was honour-bound to help in this latest craze of their precious darling. So, like any efficient parents are wont to do, Lucius went off to discretely meet and pump Severus for information and Narcissa was left behind to soothe an impatient Draco.

She puzzled at how to go about soothing her only child. Distraction always worked before, but this time, Draco kept circling back to his un-quenched need for Harry Potter every five minutes into other games and tasks and even studies. So Narcissa had a brain-wave and gave the idea that Harry Potter was out of the country on a grand adventure it seemed; so he would take a week to join them at Malfoy Manor. She hoped that a week was generous time to find the hidden boy and take Draco out to meet him. But Draco took it to mean that he had less than a week to arrange for a room and all the necessary comforts of a heroic little boy, to start living with him in his home, like a happily ever after. And so he dragged Narcissa all over the manor, looking for the perfect suite of rooms, but ultimately picking the suite adjoining his own.

While Narcissa managed to persuade him to keep the impending visit from the celebrated hero a secret, she still had to indulge in his need to shop for new pyjamas, plush toys, special blankets, day robes, celebration wear robes, ceremonial robes, dragon leather shoes, belts, holsters, toy wands, and a million other things that, by Malfoy standards, were absolute essentials for a six-year-old boy. And of course, Draco had to insist that his best friend ought to have his own set of bedtime books and quills, and parchments and an owl of his own and a pony as well. Well, their stable had enough space for a new pony, and the little palomino was a real darling.

By the time they arrived home after two days of exhausting shopping in Paris and Milan, Draco decided that Harry would share his suite, so they'd always be close to each other. Narcissa merely bussed her darling's cheeks and encouraged him to go ahead and alter his room decor to accommodate two happy little boys who loved the air and the freedom of flight. And escorted by the Nanny elf, off he went, talking a mile a minute about all the grand plans he was cooking up about games he was saving up to play with his new best friend.

And she headed out to the Lord's study, to meet her husband and see how far he got in getting her darling's heart's desire.