A/N: Yay, I'm so happy that so many people have already followed and favorited the story! Anyways, this is AU. Sirius was never put in prison because he never went after Pettigrew. He let Hagrid borrow his bike and apparated home instead of being irrational and chasing Pettigrew. This is for the good of the story, so please, I don't want any complaints. This is fanfiction and I will do as I please. That being said I hope you enjoy this chapter. (Though Sirius won't be introduced until Harry gets to Hogwarts- oops, spoiler.)

Warnings: No real warnings for this chapter, though it does switch from Dracos' POV to Harry's. (but there is a line break, so there should be no confusion)

Disclaimer: I have never and will never own HP. All rights to the amazing J.K. Rowling.

Enjoy!

Draco frowned at his reflection in the mirror. His perfectly styled "just got out of bed" look gave him the sexy vibe that the Hogwarts girls positively drooled over. His eyes drifted over to his perfectionist father who was standing rigidly behind him. He inwardly rolled his eyes, but didn't turn around to face him.

"Yes father?" Draco said. His voice was a low, rumbling timbre with a soft lilt that had boys and girls alike falling over themselves. Lucius Malfoy (arsehole extraordinaire according to Draco) inspected his nails as if his son wasn't even worthy to be in his very presence.

"Harry Potter has been located." He stated simply. "He is being brought to Hogwarts soon and I want you to befriend him. That kind of power could be…beneficial, shall we say." Draco sighed and turned from the mirror to face Lucius.

"I will do what I can, father." He said dryly. Of course his father wanted him to befriend the lost but found Boy Who Lived. Lucius merely nodded and swept from the room. The minute the door clicked shut, he groaned and flopped face first onto the expensive silk sheets. He jumped slightly when his personal house-elf popped into the room and he leaned up onto his elbows, regarding the creature with warm, silver-blue eyes.

"Hello Casey." He said to the small elf. She beamed at him as if nothing pleased her more than to be called by her name. Draco patted the space next to him and she dutifully climbed up onto the four-poster bed. The blonde groaned and gently cuddled Casey. She awkwardly lay in his lightly toned arms and patted his hand.

"Casey thinks the Young Master Draco needs a cup of cocoa." Casey said, squirming out of his hold. Draco grinned at the elf and sat up. He nodded his acquiescence and she snapped her fingers, dissaparating with a pop. He let out a large gust of air and screamed into his pillow. His father was insufferable, always telling him who to be and how to be. Draco smacked a fist into his pillow. Lucius Malfoy wanted nothing more than to raise his son to be a miniature version of himself—and Draco hated every second of it. School seemed to be his only reprieve, the only place he could truly be himself and not worry what daddy-dearest wanted. He knew that would change soon, though. Harry-fucking-Potter. Of course he just had to re-appear and unknowingly shake things up. Draco stopped that train of thought, trying desperately not to blame a boy he had never met for his problems. The blonde tried very hard to be the exact opposite of his douche-bag father. Casey popped back into the room carrying a big mug of hot cocoa topped with whipped cream and cinnamon. A smile lit up his face and he gently took the cup from Casey. He took a sip and hummed in delight. He gave Casey a thumbs-up to show his approval and she stopped nervously twisting the end of her purple tea cozy ensemble.

"Thank you Casey, it's delicious." He said soothingly and she gave a low bow, her adorably floppy ears grazing the floor before popping out of the room. Draco took a few more sips, contemplating his new situation. Either way he would make an effort to befriend Harry. He hoped that his Slytherin reputation wouldn't cloud Harry's judgment of him. He may have a cold demeanor, but despite popular belief, he didn't hate Gryffindor based on house rivalry. It just so happened that many of the people he disliked were in that house. He wondered where Harry Potter had been all that time if he wasn't in the wizard world. He shrugged and took another big sip of his cocoa and let out an unmanly giggle when he got cream on his nose. He wiped the cream off and put down the mug, curling up under the sheets. He couldn't wait until school started.

"So let me re-cap." Harry said, looking Professor Dumbledore in the eyes. "My parents were murdered by a dictator-like man named Voldemort. Some curse rebounded and hit me- hence the scar- and he was killed…I think. Anyways, my parents were wizards, I have a godfather that I wasn't placed with for some reason, and I am going to a magic school somewhere in Scotland. There are four Houses: Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Slytherin, each for people with different traits." Harry looked at the eccentric looking man to confirm what he said. The old man nodded his head.

"I am so sorry that your departure from England left you out of the loop so to speak." The professor replied, pointedly ignoring the jab for his mistake of leaving Harry with his horrible relatives. "However, I believe this could be a great opportunity for you if you wish to attend."

"Of course I want to attend!" He blurted out excitedly. His smile faltered as his mind wandered to the cost. "B-but, I have to decline." Professor Dumbledore simply smiled at him, an ever present twinkle in his eyes.

"And why might that be, my boy?" He asked, an I-know-something-you-don't look on his face. Harry ruffled his hair and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"I have no money to pay for this all, sir." Harry cast his eyes down at his worn hole-ridden sneakers. Dumbledore chuckled.

"Ah, if that is your only stipulation about attending, then you should be fine. Your parents left you a hefty sum in a Gringott's (a wizard bank) vault for you. You have your very own trust fund and should be able to access the rest of the money when you come of age." Dumbledore replied. He stood up and clapped his hands. He turned to face the dour looking Dursley's.

"If that is all, I will be taking young Harry off your hands." He said. Harry looked at him with a confused expression. Dumbledore noticed the look and smiled.

"I will be taking you back to London to get your school supplies and then to the castle so you can get used to the idea. There we shall sort you and charm your clothes to match your house colors." Harry nodded in understanding. The repulsed looking Dursley's had left the room and Dudley shuffled his feet awkwardly.

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you, Harry. Will you come back over the summer holiday?" Dudley asked quietly. Harry gave him a lopsided grin and shrugged.

"I dunno but I'll write. Just make sure to write back." The black haired teen responded. Dudley nodded, and in a moment of weakness, enveloped his cousin in a bear hug.

"Be safe, yeah?" The large blonde said. Harry nodded and wriggled out his strong grasp. He turned to Dumbledore, surprised to see two duffel bags full of his belongings. Dumbledore nodded to Dudley and held his arm out to Harry. The teen nodded to Dudley and grasped the bearded man's arm, unsure of what was going to happen. Dumbledore twisted on the spot and the two popped away while Dudley stood in the living room, a dumbfounded expression on his face.

It was official. Harry absolutely hated this apparation thing. He likened the feeling to being squeezed through a tube and he was feeling quite nauseous. The professor handed Harry a square of chocolate to calm his nerves and stomach and straightened out his purple robes. Harry looked around the grungy street and followed Professor Dumbledore through the throng of people to a pub called The Leaky Cauldron. It seemed as though the people on the bustling street didn't even notice the dank building. He shrugged it off and figured wizards must be the only ones that could see it judging by the people inside inside the pub.

"Evening, Tom." Dumbledore said in greeting. The old man behind the bar gave Dumbledore a toothy grin. "Just passing through today." The bartender nodded and went back to cleaning some dirty glasses with an even dirtier rag. Harry followed the bearded old man out the back He stopped in front of a brick wall and Harry bumped into his back, catching himself before he fell, and mumbled a quiet apology. The older man waved it off and Harry watched as Dumbledore seemed to be counting the bricks. He tapped some in a pattern with his wand. The bricks began sliding sideways and upwards, revealing an archway. Harry stifled a shout of surprise and mentally noted that he would have to get used to strange occurrances. Dumbledore turned to face him, a wide smile stretching across his face.

"Welcome to Diagon Alley, Harry."

A/N: I know, I'm mean, but it's not really a cliffhanger. I already have half of chapter three typed and I should be able to upload it tomorrow night! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and, as always, I love getting feedback and constructive criticism. Please drop me a review to let me know what you think.

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