Drama ensues. Of course since they're young it won't be as dramatic as I want it to be. They're still influenced a bit by a lot of things.

The tapping on his window woke Harry from dreams of silver and gold. It was fairly odd that he kept dreaming of a complex mixture of Slytherin and Gryffindor. When he'd tried to explain it to his brother it came out as complete rubbish and crap. He couldn't explain it at all. It just wouldn't come out right.

Heaving the covers off, he moved to the window where a great white owl flapped its wings noiselessly. Harry was constantly amazed by Draco's owl, especially the first time he'd seen it perched on his nightstand, patiently waiting for him to wake up. Hermes had finally realized he wouldn't be able to leave unless he himself woke Harry on his fifth visit. As pointed out by Draco in one of his letters, he had taught his owl to tap against the window or anything at all that would be loud or obnoxious until the raven haired boy stirred.

"It's a bit early for you to be here." Harry greeted, ignoring the quite envious stare Hedwig threw them as he petted the smaller owl.

When he'd gotten Hedwig from Sirius, he was beyond pleased. She had been beautiful, all magnificent with her pale white feathers and bright golden eyes. He'd been quite taken with her. Nathan had gotten an owl too but one dressed in black feathers that he had decided to name Cypress. Whether it was a connection to their birthmonths or just because his twin had liked the name, Harry wasn't sure.

After continuously stroking Hermes feathers, the owl dropped its burden and fluttered its wings in warning.

Harry stepped back and watched as he flew out the window. He picked up his letter before he looked at Hedwig's cage. "I'd let you out but I'm sure Draco won't appreciate his owl coming back in pieces."

Hedwig's loud hoot only seemed to strenghten Harry's resolve. Walking back to his bed, he brought a lamp to life before carefully peeling off the envelope's front, the Malfoy seal breaking in half. It wasn't like the Potter seal which had a lion and serpent curled in together. Draco's family seal had strictly only Slytherin markings of serpents and dragons. No wonder he was so sure he'd get into the pit.

Dear Potter,

It's come to my attention that it's nearly almost time for school. I think it would be fair to warn you that as a Malfoy, I have certain responsibilities and duties to perform whilst residing in Hogwarts. I have a feeling that you won't approve of said duties so I will understand if you would like to not be my friend so long as you're willing to my side of the story.

Unfortunately, I can not tell you said story unless we are face to face. I am not willing to risk the chance of someone, say your parents, get a hold of this.

I've asked for some time off my lessons since my godfather will be coming over for the rest of the week until term starts. If you have nothing planned, I have a room in The Leaky Cauldron ready to hold our conversation.

I doubt you can get away from your parents any easier than I will from mine but I'd appreciate it if you'd meet up with me.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy

P.S. I shall be there around noon.

Harry reread the letter again, and again, and again until he'd practically memorized it. With a slightly shaky demeanor he shoved the piece of paper under his pillow and made for the room across his.

Nathan groaned when Harry burrowed his way into his bed, the rays of the morning sun finally peaking through. The twins lasted five minutes in silence before Nathan grumbled out, "What do you want?"

Harry replied, the comforter muffling his words. The level of dread in his twins voice had Nathan scrambling off of his back and shifting to his side before flinging the covers off of Harry. "Care to repeat that?"

More silence met Nathan and he raised a brow at his twin, his face tired. Harry closed his eyes, feeling his cheeks already warming up. "I need a favor."

"What kind of favor?"

Harry picked up the speed of his talking. "I'm meeting up with a friend in Diagon Alley but I can't tell Mum."

"And so you need me to cover for you?" Nathan, because he was Harry's twin and was used to this embarassed side of him, caught all that and managed to piece it all together despite his dead tired mind.

"Yeah, that's it." Harry sighed and tugged at a pillow by his side. "I just... I just want to understand what he meant by this."

Nathan sat up. "Wait a minute? It's a he?"

"What?" Harry glanced up at his twin. "Yeah it's a he. I met him in Diagon Alley that day we went looking for our stuff."

Nathan attempted to wake himself even more. "Is this the same guy as the one that insulted Mum?"

Harry nodded.

"Harry! No!" Nathan froze at the way his voice raised and both twins perked up for the sound of their parents waking up.

Met with only silence, Nathan continued though with a considerably lower voice. "I can't believe you Harry! You're risking Mum and Dad's anger to meet up with someone who insulted your own Mother the moment he realized you were a Potter!"

"You don't understand Nate." Harry insisted. "He isn't that bad! He isn't really. If you got to know him as I have-."

"Harry, five letters isn't enough to say you know him." Nathan insisted heatedly. "For all you know he could be playing with you."

"That's it though..." Harry looked at his twin, straight in the eye. "How will I ever know if I don't go to hear out what he has to say? Though I'm sure he isn't Nate... He was... He seemed pretty upset about something. "

"What time are you meeting him?"

Narcissa Malfoy beamed at her son as he strode into the room with a head held high and a calm and neutral look on his face. He was dressed and surprisingly ready to head out. Surely he didn't already know about the surprised gathering she'd arranged for him and his friends?

"Draco."

"Mother." He nodded his head in response. "I wish to go to Diagon Alley today Mother. I have business to attend to."

Narcissa held her surprise well. "Business? And just what exactly do you have in your hands that requires you to leave right now."

"If you must know, it's the continuation of a prior engagement." Draco's eyes lit up with what Narcissa associated with fondness and she couldn't help but wonder if there was a possibility of an official engagement.

"Best you be on your way then." Narcissa nodded. "Do you have your wand with you?"

Draco replied with an affirmative before striding towards the fire place. With a firm voice, he called out "Diagon Alley" and was taken away by the green flames.

Lucius walked in just as that happened and he stared curiously at the fire that began to turn back to orange and red. "Was that Draco leaving?"

"Yes." Narcissa replied. "He had some business to attend to."

"A pity." Lucius frowned. "His friends have began to arrive in the parlor. Are we supposed to send them home?"

Narcissa mirrored that frown because what her husband suggested was extremely improper. "I say we should send them after Draco. Whoever it is he should be meeting with would probably be an acquaintance of theirs."

"I suppose." Lucius snapped his fingers and a house elf appeared. "Dobby, send for the young masters and mistress to come up to the floor room. I'll be with them shortly."

"Yes Masters Lucius and Narcissa." The elf nodded feverishly. "Dobby will get to doing so right away."

Dodging his Mum was hard enough, Harry was thanking Merlin to death (well life then death again) that his Dad was at work. The Potter couple worked too well together and when one sensed either of the twins plotting, the other got to work straight away.

Harry had barely managed to dodge his way into the fireplace after hurriedly assuring Lily he'd be back a little after an hour, depending on how his talk with a friend would go. He'd been very careful not to say which friend it would be.

The Leaky wasn't crowded, and shooting out a random guess as to what name the room would be reserved for, Tom had sent him upstairs with a small weary smile.

Harry did not like to look of that one bit.

Cautiously, he entered the halls on the second floor and walked his way to the 36th room where Draco was already at. From the noises coming from inside, he didn't seem to be alone.

Harry's breath caught once he heard laughter. The door wasn't completely closed nor was it open wide. Eavesdropping was a horrid habit but if it could help save Harry's face, he was willing to chance it.

Not that he didn't trust Draco, just that he didn't trust himself. It was Nathan who was the composed one, it was Harry who often made a fool of himself.

Resting a hand on the wall, Harry strained his ears to catch a bit of the people inside's conversation.

"... Just what were you thinking Draco?!" A male voice scoffed. The proclamation was followed by sounds of agreement. "I mean, he may be better than a Weasley but a Potter? Don't you know how much of a disgrace that is to the Wizarding Society?"

Harry's heart stopped beating.

"Blaise is right, Draco." A female added. "James Potter could have married a pureblood or settled for a half blood. He didn't though, he went after a muggle born witch! That's... Even for a one in a million Gryffindor, that was low."

There was a chorus of laughter and Harry felt his blood begin to boil. "Imagine it all though. He's the most defected of that line. Not only was he one of the few Potters sorted into Gryffindor, he marries a mudblood and has twins!"

"Talk about your messed up genes!"

For a moment all Harry saw was red, then the next moment he saw faces. Four boys and a girl sat scattered around the room. Harry didn't focus on most of them but rather on the sole one that was familiar though the coldness of the grey eyes managed to break away his anger.

"You don't know me." Harry began. "You don't know my brother, or my mother, or my father. You don't know what he went through serving the Potter's house and you wanna know how I know? It's because you're too young. You've been sheltered and protected and doted on by your parents because they wish to create the image of a life of splendor and what better way than to show off children who are full of smugness because they think life is perfect?"

A dark skinned boy's eyes narrowed at him, one of his hands possessively curling over Draco's. "Ah... But isn't it? Perhaps yours is a little... inadequate. Our lives on the other hand has been spent preparing for what it will take to uphold the family traditions and pureblood customs."

"Unlike yours, my parents brought me and my twin up telling us just what it is they expect of us when we come of age. Do you have any idea about the life you'll live when you hit the age of seventeen? A controlled life. A chained life. If you're aware of that then I'll take back what I said... From the blank looks on your faces, I'm pretty sure it's a no."

"Did you not hear what Blaise just said?" This time the girl spoke. Brown eyes flashing, "We're perfectly aware of how things will be. As of this moment though I request you take your presence away from here before I sick Theo on you."

Harry ignored all this, his mind and thoughts in pandemonium. "This is what you wanted to show me?"

The blonde in question remained silent and Harry laughed hollowly. "If this is who you truly are then you're right. I am never going to accept someone like this. You and I are never going to last as friends."

A sharp scoff turned Harry's head to the only boy that hadn't spoken. "He doesn't need people like you Potter. He has us, and that's enough."

Not really sure what or how it happened, Harry found himself on his arse, staring at a closed door where voices laughed. Laughed at him for being an idiot and somewhere deep inside himself, Harry laughed because he'd made the mistake of trusting a good for nothing snake.

Had you been holding Nathan's arm, you would have felt how he trembled under his mother's icy green gaze. He for the life of him could not figure out what to say to get out of this mess. Not only was he in jeopardy, bad things, incredibly bad things could and would happen if Lily found out where Harry had gone and who it was he met.

"I'm not sure who it is Mum." Nathan tried again.

Lily didn't buy it and her eyes narrowed some more. "Don't do this Nathan. I'm not going to get mad no matter who it is. I just wanna know because I want and need to make sure your brother is safe."

"He's safe." Nathan insisted. "Harry didn't lie to you, he's meeting up with a friend."

Lily rolled her eyes. "I know that already Nathan Potter but so help me you will tell me who it is he is meeting and why he has to go two days before school starts. Where did he even meet this person?"

"In Diagon Alley." Nathan bit out. "He was in Madam Malkins getting his robes when they met. They've been exchanging letters since then."

"Letters?" Lily's eyes sparked. "Nathan, I need to ask you..."

"Yes Mum?"

"Is it a girl or a boy?"

Nathan opened his mouth to answer before taking a few mental steps back. He considered the question and mulled it over and over again. Finally, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"Nothing." Lily answered, seemingly distracted and far away. "Nothing at all."

The reaction made curiosity flow through Nathan and he moved over to circle the counter to hound his Mum but that moment, the sound of feet on the ceiling. From where they stood, the heavy foot falls were more than enough of a warning.

Harry was home and he wasn't happy.

"We'll talk more later."

Nathan nodded. their conversation was far from over, but for now, his twin.

Harry's heart beat loudly in his chest, in fact it was all he could hear, repeatedly banging in his ears. The sight of his bed made him throw himself in it before scrambling under the covers.

He was hurt, deeply. The things those people said, no matter they were only mean words thrown around by mean kids, had struck on a few spaces of his heart.

He did not take kindly to being told he wasn't good enough. He had an inferiority complex ever since he'd learned what it felt to be disapproved of.

He knew that what James had done, choosing a non pureblood wife, was frowned upon in the upper class pureblood eyes but he didn't think that some people could be that shallow.

And Harry couldn't figure out what was wrong with having twins! It was better than getting a single child and heir. What would happen when that child died? The line would have been cut off instantaneously.

They were all so narrow minded and stupid, Harry bet it explained their words to him. He wanted to forgive the children because they had been merely influenced by their parents. But for the life of him, his heart turned away from the very thought of speaking to them again.

Even Draco.

Harry choked on a sob he barely knew was coming out. He'd thought he'd made a friend there. Harry was pants at making friends, it was usually Nathan doing the talking and they'd tolerate Harry because he was Nathan's twin then when time passed they'd all be good and friendly.

The exchange of letters, the meeting in Diagon Alley. What did Harry expect, befriending someone who insulted his family upon introduction?

Barely aware of his surroundings, Harry startled at the hand on his back and the body pressed against his side. The sushing sounds did nothing to calm him.

"Shh," Nathan cooed. "I have you..."

Harry raised a hand to wipe at tears he didn't feel fall before clearing his throat.

"He... He said some real nasty things." His voice quivered. "I thought... I thought he was different. I thought he was his own person and not some typical pureblood heir."

Harry reveled in the silence his twin gave him and let everything pour out. He was angry and hurt and so very confused because now that he thought about it Draco had said nothing. Nothing negative and nothing positive. What did that mean then?

Harry even pulled out the letter and offered it to his brother, whose brown eyes swiftly moved from word to word before shaking his head. "I don't get it either."

"..." Harry threw an arm to cover his eyes. He didn't know if he wanted to see whatever expression it was his twin was most likely giving him right now. "I don't know what to do."

There was shifting before Harry felt the cool air. He looked around to find his covers missing.

Nathan gripped said covers in a clenched fist, his face unreadable. "I'll tell you what to do then. You will stay in bed and stew. Stew for however long you like, but the day after tomorrow we are getting on that train. We are going to Hogwarts and we're going to have the time of our lives. And no smarmy git that dares mess with your feelings is going to ruin it for us."

Harry took in a deep breath and gripped the trolley for dear life. In all his years of living, he'd already experienced Apparation and the use of a portkey. What he'd failed to try up until now was crossing through an illusioned gate way. He knew that that wasn't really a wall, but his eyes saw the bricks and what his mind was keeping track of was; bricks are solid materials. Solid materials hurt upon strong and fast impact.

"You all right?" James squeezed his shoulder and Harry nodded.

"I can do this." He stated firmly. He then looked at his father. "It's not gonna hurt is it?"

James smiled. "No. No, I swear it won't hurt. Like I've told you last night, you'll feel a little cold but there's nothing painful about that."

Harry nodded once more before relaxing then again tightening his grip on his trolley. "You ready?"

"No." Nathan's already pale faced went even paler, his bright red hair making it shockingly obvious. His head shook rapidly. "I don't want to do this. Can't we just apparate?"

"And miss out on the first step to being a Hogwarts student?" Harry clasped one of his twin's hands, tugging him forward. He trusted his Mum and Dad to handle the trolleys.

"Let go of me Harry!" Nathan whined. Which had showed just how desperate he was.

Harry stopped walking and turned his twin to face him. "Remember what you said Nate. You said we'd go through with this, not care about what other people have to say and have the time of our lives. You're really going to let a wall ruin all that? It sounds like a great deal of fun."

"You sound like Uncle Remus." Nathan huffed, but gripped his brother's hand tighter. A smile pulled on his mouth. "On three?"

Harry nodded. "One, two-."

"-three!"

"It's about time you got on!" Nathan paused from where he'd slid the compartment door open, his eyebrows shooting all the way up to hide beneath his fringe.

The red head grinning in front of him was familiar, but not in a sense that Nathan was comfortable with how he was being stared at.

"You don't remember us do you?" The boy beside him was obviously his twin, unlke he and Harry, these two were completely physically alike!

Remembering his manners, Nathan shook his head and gained his bearings before offering a hand. The one on the left shook it and smiled. "Nathan Potter."

"See Fred, I told you Nathan was the red head." The twin shaking his hand commented smugly. He turned Nathan, still smiling. "I'm George, he's Fred and this time I'm not lying."

The names clicked in Nathan's head and as he pulled his hand back and he gasped out loud. "Weasley! You're Arthur's twins!"

"That's right!" Fred cried. "I knew you'd remember us."

George nodded. "Just needed a push in the right direction, you did."

Nathan let out a small breath he didn't know he had been holding. The Weasley's were good friends with the Potter's, it was just that they spent more time with Ron because everyone older had schooling to go through and Ginny... Well,she was great with Quidditch but not quite fond of anything else boy related.

"It's great to see a familiar face." Nathan admitted as he ducked out of the compartment, waved Harry over before going back in.

George grinned at him. "Not nervous are you?"

"A little."

"You've got nothing to worry about." Fred assured him, leaning back in his seat. "George and I fit in just fine."

"Yeah." Nathan agreed. "But that's cause you're together in the same house."

"Are you saying you and Harry won't?" Fred asked.

Oh crap, how was he supposed to answer that? When it came to looks and personalities, Harry and he had nothing alike. He was pale as any redhead would be and Harry was a slight tan complimenting his dark hair. Their eyes were green and hazel, neither quite having the other's color mixing in. He was taller than Harry, not too tall but it was more than obvious when they were standing side by side. Their personalities went the same track of differences.

Harry was not lazy by any means, compared to Nathan though, he liked to take things easily where Nathan would be spastic and could sometimes get violent when he had something unfinished.

Neither of them were any of the house stereotype's. Harry was brave in his own way, but he was also afraid of rejection and of feeling inferior. He was loyal but Harry would not stand down to being simply lead. A mix of Gryffindor and Hufflepuff right there.

Nathan sighed and leaned into his seat, observing the way Harry reacted to the Weasley twins upon stumbling into the compartment to find Nathan not alone.

The widening of his eyes and the slight flush on Harry's neck made it obvious he was over thinking things yet again.

Nathan couldn't understand why his brother could not bring it upon himself to judge others yet he judged himself all the time.

Harry felt almost jittery as he tightly held his twin's hand. It was something he'd never outgrown and neither of them thought twice before taking the others' hand.

"No matter what house we get into, it's all right, right?"

Nathan looked at him and nodded. "Even if we're in two different houses."

Harry did not disagree with his brother. They were as similar as night and day, therefore clearly not so much.

Stepping forward, Harry watched as everyone at the age of eleven present was sorted, Fred and George's little brother Ron was predictably sorted into Gryffindor and when a certain blonde had been sorted into Slytherin, Harry had tried his best to ignore it.

"Potter, Harry." The Deputy Headmistress had a stern voice but he'd been told time and again by his parents that she wasn't so bad.

"It'll be all right." Nathan whispered encouragingly before squeezing his hand and leaving it to Harry to take those few steps forward.

Under the hat's questioning voice, Harry trembled and begged that it not be obvious he had been doing so.

"A Potter? There's nothing too special about you. You're one of the many Light family children that I've been able to talk to. Tell me, where do you want to go?"

Harry inwardly blanched. "I'm not sure... I just don't wanna be with..."

The hat chuckled. "Ahh, the Malfoy boy? You and he could be a great pair you know. You have the power to make him a better person."

"I doubt that." Harry grumbled.

"If you think so." The hat replied, sounding more than a little happy. "Better be Gryffindor!"