A/N helloooooo my lovies! Welcome to another installment of The Boy Who Dreamed. I'm really excited about this story, so I hope you all are as well.

Disclaimer: I do not own HP other then aaaaaall the books I have lol including some on magical creatures and other like magical things. YAY J.K. Rowling!

cowerd no more, arises the dragon

Draco POV

I awoke in my flat to the sound of insistant tapping on my window.

"What the..." I say groggily as I roll over to look at said window and see a rather large snowy owl pecking at the pane. It looks as though it is not above breaking it to get in if I don't get up soon.

"Alright, alright, bloody bird. I'm up." I throw the deep forest green sheet off my silver silk clad legs and sit up.

It's a bit odd that I would be recieving any Wizard Post. I live right on the edge of Muggle London. I moved here after the final trial, not because I was forced but because I was trying to get my life in order. I was tired of being what The Prophet had depicted me as, I wanted to be better. I had to be better. So I got out of the wizarding world and only go back once in a while for potion ingrediants or those sweets I seem to be addicted to. Now it seems someone had found me.

I gulped and gave a small sigh.

"Let's see who it is and what they want shall we?" I say softly as I run a hand through my now dirty blonde shoulder length hair. I changed that as well, any way to not look like that blasted man I regretfully have to call Father. I may change the color again, maybe even go black. I reach the winder and unlatch it, resulting in the ruddy bird nipping at my fingers.

"Blasted bird!" I say lifting my fingers to my mouth.

The bird lifts its leg showing a letter with a seal on it that I would recognise anywhere.

"Alright girl." I reach tenetively for the letter and give her a treat.

She takes it and hoots what I would assume is happily as she hops onto a table I have by the window. I smile ruefully at it then shift my eyes to the letter in my hands. Other then the seal, there isn't any indication as to who it's from. I shrug and open it.

Dear Draco Malfoy,

It has come to our attention that you have distanced yourself from the wizarding community, however we would like to extend an invitation to you to come back and continue your education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We have many in your grade that will return as an unpresetended 8th year class. We can assure that if you accept and return no harm will befall you and you will not be recieved with malice. While we cannot say how your fellow students will react, we can say that we have recieved word from some fellow students that will stand by you. We hope you consider this and we hope to see you at the start of term.

Sincerly yours,

Minerva McGonagall,

Headmistress of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

The letter slips from my hand as I stand dumbfounded for a moment before the screeching of the owl on my table snaps me out of it. I shake my head, I hadn't even considered going back when I had heard word that Hogwarts had re-opened its doors. I didn't think any of them would want me there. Considering what I had done to basically destroy that beautiful establishment. I shake my head again, that was in the past. I was cleared of everything and aside from having a charm put on my wand preventing me from doing anything that would be considered dark, I was basically free. On a side note, it would be nice to see Potter again. I smile in spite of myself. He'd been acting so strange during the past few years leading up to the actual war. Even more so during mine and my families trials. More so even when he testified against my Father, the looks he sent my way... I shiver but not from the breeze coming in from the still open window. I had heard that he and the weaselette...Ginny, had broken up but had remained friends. Does he fancy men at all? Anything can happen I suppose. I smile a larger smile and take out a quill and a piece of parchment.

To Minerva McGonagall

To say I was suprised to recieve your letter would be an understatement. I was under the impression the majority of the wizarding commuity would be more then a little happy if I happen to drop off the edge of the planet. However you seem to say otherwise and I would be more a fool then some believe me to be if I would argue. So it is with reverence that I will accept your invitation and am looking forward to the start of the new year.

Sincerly yours,

Draco Malfoy

Reformed Deatheater and remorceful student.

A/N: I hope this was worth waiting for, I had some issues with my netbook grrr. Anyway Reviews are seriously appreciated. Next up Hogwarts. I may have some fun with the idea of having a head boy and girl...or just someone in charge of the 8th years. Thoughts?