It was already two weeks into senior year and Draco was despising it. Not because it was bad or anything, but because it was plain. It seemed as if nothing had really changed from last year, the year before, and so forth. Go to school, learn, go home, do homework, dinner, sleep, and then the whole process over again, with friends on the weekend.

"Draco?" Said a voice.

It was plain, and Draco was really wishing something would happen.

"Draco?" The voice insisted.

"What?" Draco snapped in annoyance. His voice immediately softened when he saw his friend's hurt expression. "Sorry Hermione." She nodded to him.

"It's alright. But what's upsetting you?"

"Nothing really. I just want something to happen. Senior year is supposed to be exciting. Where's the exciting?" He questioned.

"Maybe you aren't looking hard enough." Blaise said when he sat down on the grass outside, after getting his lunch from the machines. "I mean, excitement isn't something that is just going to stand out. It's something that has to be sought."

"That was deep." Ron said.

"I try." Blaise said smirking.

"Draco," Hermione said gaining his attention. "My advice, keep doing what you are doing, and maybe something will happen."

"You are a very restless spirit." Blaise said randomly.

"That I am." Draco sighed, running his fingers through his platinum blond hair. "And I'm damn good at it."

"What are you eating?" Ron asked Blaise with a disgusted look on his face.

Blaise looked at the food in his hand. "What? It's only a tasty cake." He tilted his face. "Don't you like them? I find them very tasty." He added taking a bite. "Yum."

Ron grimaced. "I've never had one so I don't really know if I would like it. What is it exactly?" He said taking the piece that Blaise was offering him.

"Just take a bite." Blaise commanded. "And then you will know."

Ron looked to Hermione. "It's good." She said. "I find myself enjoying them occasionally."

Ron nodded and then took a bite. "It's… It's good." He said with his mouth full of food.

"I told you." Blaise said. "But please never eat with your mouth open again. I am forever scarred by what I saw in your mouth."

In reply Ron just laughed, with his mouth closed.

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1 week earlier.

--

"I would like to thank you for coming down here in such short notice." The woman said to the scowling man.

He said nothing, just nodded.

"Anyway, we have spent the week working on his social skills, what he knows or remembers, however you would like to put it, and basically getting him ready for the real world."

He still said nothing.

"I have to say that he has been detached ever since he has woken up. We have tried to talk to him and he doesn't show much emotion. He hardly smiles. It really is a shame. I figure he would have a beautiful smile."

"Why me?" He interjected.

The woman paused for a moment. "I really don't know. He doesn't have any family that we know of. His mother died in childbirth, and the father died a couple months later. It is said that he died of a broken heart, but there is much speculation on that."

"What of the people that he was living with before this happened?" He asked.

"After his relatives submitted him into the hospitals care, they simply vanished. We tried the contact number that we have in his hospital record and it has been disconnected. In his parents will it stated that after his family that he should be placed with you."

"Who paid for the boy's stay?" He inquired.

The woman frowned. "Hold on one moment. I don't know on the top of my head." She said as she left the man in the hallway. She continued to the front desk where she searched the boy's record.

The man stood in the hall, glancing at his surroundings. A professional painting on the wall, and the doors covered with paintings done by the children of the hospital.

"Cute." He said dryly suggesting that he didn't think it was the slightest bit cute.

He started to walk down the hall, and stopped in front of the door of the boy that would be going home with him. The door had no painting. It was bare.

He pushed open the door, just a little.

His back to the door, the boy was staring out the window. His legs were dangling and swinging back and forth at a simple pace. The boy had the same dark untidy hair that resembled that of the father. The man glared.

The boy looked small, from the distance that the man was observing him from, though he probably was considering he had been in a coma for six years. He hadn't had any sun, nutritious food, or real energy surging through his body.

"I got it." The woman said, pulling him from his thoughts, as she came towards him. "Ah, I see you found Harry. He really is adorable. He doesn't look like the seventeen year old that he is." She added thoughtfully.

He nodded. "Well?"

She stared at him confused. "Oh, right. The person that paid for his stay was Tom Riddle Jr."

"Are you sure?" He asked, not betraying what he was feeling.

"I am. It was Tom Riddle. Why? Does that mean something to you?" She questioned.

"Not that it is any of your business, but I happen to be on terms with the man, though I haven't seen him in quite some time." He said. "I believe it is time that I leave, please collect the boy." He commanded.

The woman started. "Collect him? He isn't a package."

"He might as well be." He said. "Retrieve him."

The woman sighed as she walked into Harry's room. "Harry?" She said, gaining his attention. He turned to her.

"Harry? It's time for you to go." She said.

In response, Harry slid off the bed, grabbed his suitcase that was on the floor, and walked to the nurse. "Are you ready?" She asked.

He nodded.

"Okay." She said sadly. "I have to admit that I am going to miss you. I have been taking care of you since you came to us." She lowered herself to his height, and pulled him into a hug.

He made no move to hug her, so she hugged him all the more tightly. "Be well." She whispered. "If you ever need anything, I'm here for you." She said as she released him. "Your guardian is right outside the door.

Harry looked at the door, and making no move to say anything to the nurse, walked out the door, never looking back.

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Present time.

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"Did you do your homework?" Ron asked Hermione, after he had finished the tasty cake from Blaise.

"Which class?" She asked.

Ron looked at his notes. "It would be…uhh… Psychology." He said.

"I did happen to finish that. Why?" Hermione asked simply, laughter was heard in the background.

"I…I didn't do it."

"Ronald Weasley, are you asking to see my work, so that you may copy?" Hermione stated.

Ron nodded. "I didn't have time to do it last night."

"And why not?" Hermione asked.

"I was… I can't tell you." He said lamely.

"Then I am sorry Ron, but I won't give it to you."

"Would you help me then?" He asked hopefully.

Hermione smiled. "That I can do." Ron smiled back.

"Isn't that cute." Blaise stated to Draco, looking over at Ron and Hermione by the tree.

"Yeah, gorgeous." He said sourly.

"Am I detecting a hint of jealously?" Blaise said, standing in front of Draco, looking deep into his eyes. "Do you happen to feel something more than sisterly love for our dear Hermione?"

"No, and if you don't remove yourself from my field of vision, I am going to make it where you never detect anything again." Draco growled.

"Temper, temper." Blaise said but nonetheless backing off. "What's the matter my dear friend?"

"Why does she like that pathetic excuse of a human being? I just don't understand it. She could do so much better, yet she is dating him. Why? I know plenty of people that would be willing to go with her, but she doesn't. Why?"

"Maybe they are willing, but maybe she isn't. I know you don't like Ron, but I have to admit that he really is great for her."

"How do you see that?" Draco asked incredulously.

"When you became friends with Hermione, she was a bossy know-it-all, just like you, but when Ron came into the picture, she meddled out. She isn't just a book geek anymore, she actually has fun, and it isn't from reading. Do you get what I am saying?"

Draco sighed. "Yeah, I guess. So you think I am a bossy know-it-all?" He asked.

"On a level. Maybe you need to find your significant other." Blaise suggested as the bell ending lunch rang.

--

"Hey Sev." Draco said as he walked into Chemistry later that day, Blaise, Hermione, and Ron following behind him.

Mr. Snape nodded in his godson's direction. "Take your seats." He said to the class. "I regret to inform you that the supplies for this class still have yet to arrive."

"Yes! Another free day." Said a boy from the back of the class.

Snape smirked. "I also regret to inform you, that we will not be having another free day, as the books have arrived." Groans were heard throughout the class. "Quiet." Snape said, gaining instant silence.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?" Snape said when Draco raised his hand.

"There is someone at the door." He said simply.

"Come in." Snape said.

"Ah, Good afternoon children." Principal Dumbledore said walking into the classroom. "Severus." He said in a greeting.

"Albus." He replied. "Have you brought the boy?" He asked.

"I have. He is a delightful fellow, though a tad quiet."

"I have noticed." Snape said.

"Anyway, here he is." Dumbledore said. "Harry, you may come in." He said, after stepping outside for a moment. He returned with a boy who looked no older than thirteen. "I will see you later, have a good day." He said before leaving.

Harry stood, shaking slighting, in front of the class. "Come here boy." Snape commanded. Harry complied and walked towards Mr. Snape. "Class, this is Harry, and from now, he will be a permanent visitor in this class."

Draco raised in eyebrow at his godfather, and gave him a look. Severus sent a look back that said he would tell him later.

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