Draco was in the training room at Malfoy Manor lifting weights. He had physical therapy four times a week to strengthen his core and arms so he could better maneuver. Draco finished up and went to go find his parents. He would be going to Hogwarts tomorrow and was very anxious, especially to find the robe shop boy. He just hoped the boy would remember him as well. Draco eventually found his father in the parlor writing a letter.

"Hello Draco, why don't you join me?" Lucius asked without looking up from his letter. Draco wheeled himself to a loveseat near his father, locked his chair, and began transferring himself from his chair. He knew his father was yearning to help but Draco was firm in being independent. When Draco was finally settle comfortably on the loveseat Lucius began speaking

"It's time you knew about the war Draco. You will be going to Hogwarts soon and I fear my actions will have a negative effect on you in the future."

"No, Father you don't have to tell me, I know what happened. I've seen paper and…"

"Silence, you do not know the whole story I'm afraid. It began in seventh year."

Harry's POV

Harry was ready to leave the Dursley's and go back to the magical world. He still wasn't sure it was real, but he hopped. Sacha slithered up his bed and onto Harry's stomach to take a nap. Harry gently scratched her back and slowly started to drift asleep, completely forgetting about the chores he had to do to earn his keep.

"Wake up you useless waste of space, why haven't you done your chore freake?!"

Harry woke suddenly and realized he had fallen asleep. Uncle Vernon was standing above his rickety bed in Dudley's second bedroom. Harry was tired of this, he had cooked, cleaned and been a slave to the Dursleys.

"Get out of bed boy and go make us breakfast, and don't burn the coffee!" Mr. Dursley shouted, face quickly purpling. Harry glared up at Mr. Dursley.

"I'll make you a deal, you drive me to Kings Cross Station and I'll never come back here." Harry had already thought about this, it was only one day until his train left anyway.

"No way, those freaks are paying me to keep you." Vernon scoffed.

"They won't know I haven't come back."

Mr. Dursley wasn't a stupid man. Mean? Yes. Nasty? Of course. Scum of earth? Most definitely, but he wasn't stupid. Harry could see Mr. Dursley was considering his options.

"Get packed, the car leaves in fifteen minutes." Vernon said leaving his nephew's room. He hated doing what the freak asked but it would get him out of their hair for good. He could go frolick with the other freaks.

A few hours later Harry was alone at King's Cross Station with just his trunk and five pounds. The Hogwarts Express left the next day. Harry had never been on his own before and was starting to think about what he's done. Sacha, sensing Harry's unease slithered up from resting around his waist under his shirt and hissed in Harry's ear soothing words. Harry quickly calmed down and found a bench to sit on, he had eighteen hours until his train would arrive.

Draco's POV

The Malfoys arrived in the parking lot of King's Cross Station. Lucius lowered the ramp and Draco wheeled himself out of the car and onto the pavement. Narcissa joined Draco while Lucius got Draco's trunk. They made their way into the station, and were approaching Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The train left at eleven but the Malfoy's were there an hour and a half early for early boarding because of Draco's wheelchair. That's why Draco was so shocked to see the boy from the robe shop sitting on a bench between platform nine and ten.