This wasn't a house, no, this was a castle. The multitudes of windows were ten men across and at least 20 men high. Those windows were always kept shut and locked with curtains covering the secrets inside. The paint on this castle was a drab yellowish egg shell but it was well kept. The roof top had a dark brown tint with gothic styling that framed the castle. Within, though it was filled with dark treasures and a well-off family, it was empty and soul-less.

This castle mirrored the lord who owned it, Luicious Malfoy. He, his wife and his bratty son occupied such a space. You'd think that Luicious Malfoy would have extravagant parties and guests always over. No, those rooms were locked up tight from his family. But the house still had to be looked after. Malfoy had the house elves to take care of it, not him – are you mad?! House elves had been with the Malfoys for generations; those who disobeyed would have to inflict self pain.

Lucius had locked himself in himself in his study all weekend. Scheming and planning how he could avenge the Dark Lord's death by killing Harry Potter.

But he had failed to notice the small shadowy figure behind him. It lurked in the shadows of the study, thriving quietly for the time his master didn't know he was there. That moment didn't last long though.

"Dobby." The dark man called out to the creature, whom, stepped into a small ray of light.

"Yes, master Malfoy?" Dobby bowed slowly.

"What are you doing in my study at this hour?" He had stopped writing and turned to the house elf.

"It's 4 PM sir, and Dobby had brought master his mail." The pathetic thing raised the bunched up letters and when it was close enough to Lucius, he had snatched it out of his servant's hands. He then twirled back to his desk, flicking the letters on to his desk as he read the tops of the envelopes. He stopped at a letter with handwriting he had never seen before, addressed to his son.

"Dobby, where is Draco?" He said slowly, Dobby winced in fear as his master stood.

"Master Draco? He is in the common room, reading, sir." Dobby observed the Malfoy reach the door and exit. He then walked towards the door but saw it whip open again. "Before you leave Dobby…" Lucius looked around his study "clean up a bit." The door slammed shut once more.

The poor creature turned to the center of the room and snapped to turn the lights on. He began to put away books labeled 'Dark Wizards and Witches of Our Time' and 'What Happened to Our Dark Lord' when he had noticed his master had left an unfinished letter on his desk. Dobby picked up the parchment, though he could not read he still noticed the words 'Voldemort', 'Harry Potter' and 'kill'

Harry Potter mustn't return to Hogwarts! Dobby thought with a worried snap.

"Draco, my dear boy," Lucius started sweetly, "may you tell me what the hell is this!" he threw the letter down onto his son's lap.

"It's a letter, father." Draco said without looking away from his book, taking a bite of his sour green apple.

"Obviously it's a letter. Who is it from? It's muggle parchment!" The boy's father was running out of patience, clearly.

"Um, I don't know. The handwriting isn't familiar to me." He inspected the envelope, he's seen the hand writing before but he doesn't know where from.

"Read it out loud to me and don't you dare tell a lie." The young wizard gulped in fear. This letter could be anything, from anyone, in a matter of seconds he could be dead to his father. So, he followed his father's order and unwrapped the letter carefully as if it was going to explode.

Draco had finally recognized the handwriting and froze.

"What is it boy? Read it!" luicious had hit his son in the leg with his walking stick. Nervously, the small blond cleared his throat and broke out into a sweat.

"Dear Draco Malfoy," He gulped, "I haven't heard from anyone from Hogwarts so, I decided to write to you. And hopefully, I addressed this correctly… Anyways, thank you for treating me like I was normal back in school, it was nice to have someone treat me like I was normal not like a special case. You ride your broom really well too; you should try out for the Slytherin Quiddich team! I'm sorry we started off on a bad foot back before the sorting ceremony and all that. I hope we can become friends, or something, one day." Draco did not dare to read the sender's name to his father.

"Well, who's it from?" his father was gripping his staff so tightly, his knuckles were white. His son squeezed his eyes shut; he couldn't bear to see the look on his father's face.

"Harry Potter." He said quickly.

"A Harry Potter?" Draco father's eyes lit up and scoffed. "How dare he write to you, his owl still here?" he turned to Dobby, which appeared seconds before. Dobby shook his head fearfully and Draco hung his head in shame.

"What should I do?" a small voice came from the boy.

"Reply of course!" his father bursted with his arms midway into the air.

"Really?" He didn't believe what he was hearing from his father.

"Yes, get your parchment and quill."

"Yes father, of course father!" Truth be told, Draco had never been this excited to write, ever. He didn't believe that his father was going to let him write to Harry Potter, the boy who lived. Though his father despised him and planned to kill him later on.

Excitedly he quickly scratched down;

Potter,

Then he felt something cold stop his hand from writing anything more.

"Copy my exact words, I'll be reading it afterwards." Mr. Malfoy whispered into his son's ear and a large pang struck throughout Draco's heart.

Notes: Sorry I didn't post last week since Monday was a holiday and I honestly forgot about posting on Thursday. But thank you for reading! I know the chapters are short, but I guess thats just how I'm going to keep the story. 'till next time!