(Harry's pov)

I was just walking to the Common Room with Draco, talking about spending Christmas with the Malfoys when Sev walked over to us.

"The Headmaster wishes to see you Potter." He glared at me, since there were other students in the corridor.

"Yes Professor. What is the password?"

"Treacle Tart."

I told Draco that I'd see him later as my Head of House and I left the Common Room. He quietly warned me against the Headmasters lemon drops, before entering his lab. I made my way to Dumbledorks office. I decided to keep me eyes focused just above him, since I know that he would need eye contact to enter my mind.

I had to wonder why he waited so long to make his move. I was certain that he would want to talk to me as soon as I was sorted into Slytherin.

I sighed as I walked up to the Gargoyles.

(Dumbledore's pov)

I waited as Harry Potter entered my office and took his seat, and declined the lemon drops. I decided to start casual, before going into the main topic.

"How are you liking Hogwarts so far?"

He replied that it was an amazing place and that he had settled into his house and had already made friends, I didn't like the idea of the Boy-Who-Lived being friends with the children of Death Eaters but I refrained from telling him so. Instead I opted to express pleasure that he wasn't being given a hard time from his dorm mates.

"Harry, as your Magical Guardian I must forbid you from spending your Christmas break with the Malfoys."

"Actually Sir, Wizarding Law states that, in the case of Heirs of an Ancient and Noble House, the parents are the only ones that could forbid the heir from spending time with friends. In the absence of the parents, it's up to the heir themselves to decide." The boy in front of me stated. I nearly panicked at the statement. How could he have found out? It took everything I had not to show the panic I felt at the idea of where the boy got his information.

"I don't see how that is relevant here, my boy." That's right, play dumb. Maybe the boy would just give up this ridiculous desire to spend Christmas with a Dark family. Then I could see to it that the boy spends his holiday with the Weasley boy.

"I had found out from the Malfoys that I am heir to the Most Ancient and Noble House of Potter, and since I am the only Potter left, I can decide for myself who I spend holidays with. As my Magical Guardian, you can offer advice or suggestions, but I make the final decision."

I was so surprised at how much he knew that I hadn't even noticed him get up to leave. My mind was focused on all of my plans that seemed like they were slipping away.

I have to stop Harry from spending too much time with the Malfoys. I need to get him to hang out with young Mr. Weasley.

I spent the rest of the evening trying to figure out how to get Harry back to the Light. I eventually came up with an idea, but that will have to wait until he returned from the Malfoys.

(Draco's pov)

I looked up from my Transfiguration essay when I saw Harry walk back in, scowling.

"So, what did the old coot want?" I asked

"He was trying to forbid me from spending Christmas with your family. I told him what your father told me." He replied. I snorted.

"Even if he tried to keep you here, my father could overrule him, considering he's on the Board of Directors."

"I think he was hoping that I would stay here. He probably knows that all of the Slytherins are going home for break. If I am the only student in the house, he would probably try to force me into staying in the Gryffindor dorms."

"Why would he want you in Gryffindor?"

"Like the rest of the Wizarding World, he sees me as the Boy-Who-Lived. He probably wants to keep an eye on me and make me spend time with families that he approves of. His so called 'Light' families."

"Can you imagine, having to spend 2 weeks in the Gryffindor dorms? You'd probably have to share rooms with the Weasel."

"Speaking of Weasley, doesn't he seem a bit obsessed with me? Just the other day he was telling me about how big his family is and how I should go to his house this summer so I could meet his parents, and play Quidditch."

"Sounds to me he's got a crush on you Harry!"

"As if anyone would want to be friends with him. Have you seen the way he eats! It's horrible!"

"I agree, he has deplorable table manners. Was he raised in a barn?"

"Probably. Anyway, I am looking forward to my first magical Christmas."

We spent the rest of the evening discussing the differences between a muggle Christmas ( that while I have never experienced myself I have watched the Dursleys enough to explain) and a magical Christmas.