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AN: I know the chapters are weird sorry. Sorry for the delay. AU OOCness galore.

Chapter 2

The twelve-year-old boy stood silently waiting upon the platform of 9 ¾. His younger arch-rival Harry Potter had already left and now Draco Malfoy stood behind in a pillar waiting. Quick, half glances toward a mirror showed him his pale skin, his perfectly trimmed white hair and frightened gray eyes.

Wait…frightened? He glanced sideways quickly then pulled up his cold, indifferent mask.

'Malfoys are never frightened' he reminded himself. 'Besides, Father will come get me eventually.'

Draco silently thought back to the end of his first year of Hogwarts. It was well into the night before Lucius Malfoy had come to retrieve his son. Draco had hid behind a pillar when an old squib appeared and began to clean the platform. The old man hadn't seen Draco the first time so now Draco was standing hiding behind the same pillar. No point in letting others know he was alone and probably stuck there for a few more hours.

The sound of footsteps caused him to jerk out of his musings and peek out around the pillar. Standing in front of his hiding place was his best friend and fellow Slytherin, Blaize Zambini. Jet-black eyes watched Draco from the dark face. Blaize has his green and silver scarf wrapped around his neck. Draco motioned his friend forward and the two hid behind the pillar.

"Damn Griffendors" Draco murmured. He didn't have to ask how his friend received his wounds. The Griffendors were the sworn enemies of Slytherins and the two houses were usually fighting with each other. Rarely did one of the parties walk away unscratched. Draco quickly pulled a healing potion from his pocket and handed it to Blaize.

Blaize silently downed the offered potion then gave his friend a smile. "Thanks Dray" he croaked.

Draco simply nodded. Usually the Slytherins were a mess when they returned from their summer breaks so their Head of House, Severus Snape, Potion's Master of Hogwarts, always sent his snakes home with a few bottles of healing potion.

Blaize gently removed his scarf and tucked it away in his robes. Draco didn't look over at his friend's wound and Blaize didn't say a thing about it, the two merely leaned against the wall silently waiting. After knowing each other since they were babies, they were comfortable in their silence.

They had stood together for half an hour when a towering black man stormed his way onto the platform. His dark chocolate eyes darted quickly around, the only evidence of his true emotions.

"See you soon Blaize" Draco whispered.

"See you" Blaize murmured. He quickly walked toward his father just as the man started yelling.

"Blaize! Blaize Zambini! Where are you?"

"I'm right here Father."

Marcus Zambini instantly swerved around and cuffed his son upside the head before lifting the boy's head to examine the wound at his neck.

"I've been looking for you for over an hour. Where were you? What did you do to your neck?"

Before Blaize could give an answer, the two Zambini's were gone. Draco couldn't help but laugh lightly. The father of most of the Zambini clan never received an answer when he first asked a question. He allowed the one he questioned to believe that they wouldn't have to answer. To let their guard down so when he turned those sharp eyes on them again and demanded his answer, they would answer in full. Draco had been under that silent gaze many times in his young life and he didn't envy Blaize having to deal it later.

Finally he heard it, the steady sound of footsteps intermixed with the occasional click of the walking stick. The combination could mean only one thing; his father had come for him.

Lucius Malfoy was the exact same coloring as his heir; the only difference between the two of them was height and hair length. Lucius' pure white hair reached his shoulders and his cold calculating gray eyes were watching silently. His jet-black wizard robes were immaculate, not a wrinkle or piece of lint in sight. He was the perfect vision of a Malfoy; people would scurry from before him. The cold gray eyes locked onto Draco's mercury ones. Lucius held out one arm as he watched his son.

"Come Draco."

Draco instantly moved away from the pillar and moved with ease and grace toward his father. Years of practice had Draco nearly perfect in the Malfoy ways but even after years it hurt when he father acted aloof even though there was no one around.

Lucius took his son's arm but didn't speak as he Apparated away from platform 9 ¾. The feeling of being squeezed through a tube was nothing new to either of them and they landed lightly on the gravel before a silver carriage. Instantly the driver jumped down from his bench and opened the carriage door, his blue eyes were watching their every move.

Both Lucius and Draco ignored the sliver-clad driver and silently climbed into the carriage. The instant the door was closed behind them Lucius drew his wand and flicked it. When nothing around them changed he nodded and settled his weight on one of the two benches. Draco settled his weight on the opposite bench and glazed out the window. The dark trees moved past quickly, allowing only slight glimpse of the magical creatures beyond.

"That Potter brat succeeded in foiling my plans. Keeping the Dark Lord down again."

The tone was cold, soft. Draco barely stopped his flinch. Malfoys didn't flinch, they didn't yell either.

"You did nothing to stop that brat from succeeding. Nothing. You could have kept the brat from stopping the plans. You could have helped return our lord to power."

For a moment Draco tuned out his father's hateful words. Cold anger rose into his being. Voldemort was not his lord! Just because his life had been pledged before he was even born didn't make Voldemort his lord. Draco barely heard the venomous growl about Dobby's freedom. Draco ignored the whine in the back of his mind and the small voice that said 'well no more chocolate and late night talks.'

"Draconis."

Draco instantly looked over at his father. Rarely did Lucius call him by his first name.

"Father?"

Lucius simply held out one of his arms and Draco excitedly climbed onto his father's knee and allowed himself to be held. These were the moments he loved the most, when no one else was around and his father simply held him.

"Draconis, you are my son. Only mine. When the Dark Lord does return, I will not let him hurt you. You are only mine; I won't let anyone hurt you."

Draco shifted slightly and rested his head against his father's shoulder.

"Soon I won't be able to hold you like this Draconis."

"Then I'll just enjoy it while I can."

In silence the two continued the miles toward Malfoy Manor each lost in thought.