Zero

When Draco heard of the news of the Dursley’s family death, a common Nobel family who died out at sea, Draco didn’t care. Death didn’t seem to faze him much, everyone dies at one point, it was whatever.

But Draco wouldn’t lie when he felt annoyed when hearing that his family, him and his father, would inherit the servant, slave more or less, girl that the Dursleys owned. Harry Potter was her name.

Draco didn’t care for this, he had more then enough servants tending to his every need, showing him the false affection that his own father lacked for him.

What difference would it male, Draco didn’t care. So what if he had another servant on the no pay roster. He would pay her no mind.

But then the day came when she arrived to the Malfoy household, Draco was surprised to see how young Harry was, he was sure the girl was about his age. She had long brown hair, braided into a low bun, she wore a common gown, that clearly showed her status.

Draco didn’t mind, he would say she looked pretty, only for the fact she didn’t look like the female human version of Dobby.

Another thing about Harry that Draco couldn’t help but notice was the scar that ran down her face, over her eye, and came to a stop barely below her face. It almost looked like a lightning bolt.

Draco wondered how she got that.

Lucious welcomed her in and showed her to her quarters, then showed her to where she would be working, and the tasks that she was required to do. Harry didn’t speak much, but when she did it was only the reply of yes sir.

When he was done, he left her to the other servants.

Draco didn’t introduce himself, for he didn’t really care about the young girl’s presence. She was just going to another face in the background.

Draco excused himself to his room. When Draco was alone, he often liked to practice spells with his wand.

He had asked many times again to go to Hogwarts school of magic, but his father had told him that’s where the lower class wizard children attend, it was not a place that people of his status go to.

But Draco hated his snobby wizard tutors, who seemed too uptight, even for him. So Draco resorted to teaching himself, not only just spells, but anything a wizard would be taught at a place like Hogwarts.

He was able to pay a lot of money to a student named Harmonie Granger to give him some of the schools textbooks to work with. Which had been very helpful in teaching him things he needed to know when it came to wizarding.

Learning these things often became a favorite pass time for Draco, he genuinely enjoyed to learn, and he loved learning new spells and being able to correctly cast them after hours of practice.

These were the times Draco really felt free. Free from his stupid privileged status, free from his father’s control. Free to feel like himself, a boy who loves being a wizard, a wizard in training technically, but Draco loved it all the same.

Days had passed since Harry’s arrival, and as Harry suspected, she had become another face in the background of his little world, not that he was actively looking for her face to begin with.

Oftentimes when Draco did see her, not by choice of he needed to specify, it was when she was sent to clean up his room and put his things in order.

Draco wondered if she was aware that he wasn’t allowed to have the textbooks that he possessed, but if she did she hadn’t told. Not that she talks much anyways.

She would just put his stacks of books in the corner of the room, unnoticeable if anyone was to peek into his room from the entrance.

This was how the extent of their relationship went. he would catch her after she was done cleaning her room, and he would simply nod at her in recgonition.

But one day this hadn’t happened, one day Draco had walked into his room to see Harry looking at one the textbooks that Draco hadn’t touched yet. It was a book on potions.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked, Not as rude as he had intended.

“You’ve written in this.” Harry stated.

“No I haven’t, I have even read it yet.” Draco replied.

“Oh, so you’re not the half blooded prince?” Harry asked.

“No.” Draco scoffed, walking over to her and snatching the book out of her hands.

He looked into it finding that Harry was right, someone had written in all of the pages, showing better ways to make the potions the the original text had stated.

Draco flipped back to the front page of the book to find that the previous owner had intend called themselves the half blooded prince.

Draco didn’t know how he did it, but he managed to get him an expert level version of the potions handbook. Thank you Harmonie.

“Are you a wizard?” Harry asked.

“Training to be.” Draco stated.

“I bet it’s nice.” Harry said.

“What?” Draco asked.

“Being able to possess that kind of power, to be magical.” Harry replied.

“Are you a muggle?” Draco asked. Harry looked Draco with confusion . Draco assumed her previous owners didn’t use that terminology, or at least didn’t use it around her.

“A normal magic-less human, or a witch,” Draco explained. Harry seemed to understand this.

“I don’t know what I am.” Harry replied honestly.

“Hmm.” Draco stated. He walked over to his desk, and opened his drawer and took out his wand.

“A wand can respond to wether or not you’re a wizard, here, hold this.” Draco stated, indicated Harry to take the wand.
“Are you sure, A servant like me would dare grab a high class Nobels wand.” Harry said.

“Well, I’m giving you permission. It’s not like I’m giving It to you, you’re just holding it.” Draco stated.

He didn’t know why he was taking this time and giving a mere servant this type of attention. He didn’t care for her, and her arrival had annoyed him. But here he was, letting this servant girl hold his wand for no reason at all.

Harry carefully took the wand, treating it with such delicacy as if it would just shatter in her hand.

After a second of holding it, the wand started to glow. Harry’s eyes widen, and she dropped the wand.

Draco was equally as surprised.

“Oh my gosh.” Draco stated.

“Your a wizard Harry.” Draco stated.

Harry was stunned to silence, both confused and shocked.

Millions of thoughts were circling around Draco’s mind. If Harry was a wizard, why was she a servant. Wizards weren’t supposed to be servants, not legally anyways.

“Who are your parents?” Draco asked.

“I don’t know, they were killed when I was just a baby.” Harry answered.

“Of course you were.” Draco stated. He didn’t know what to do know, he couldn’t let his father know. He would beat Draco if he knew he conversed with a servant for more than just telling them an order.

And who knows what he would do to Harry. Lucious wasn’t the kind of man to be known for showing kindness for his servants.

“I’m not sure what to do about this.” Draco said honestly. Harry was silent, she didn’t know what to do either.

“I should go, I have stayed in your presence for too long.” Harry said.

“But this is important.” Draco replied.

“I know, but I heard Master is not a patient man when it comes to his chores being done. We can talk tomorrow.” Harry said. Draco grimaced, but he knew she was right.

“Alright, we’ll talk tomorrow.” Draco said. Harry nodded, and quickly left.

With this revelation that Harry was a wizard, Draco felt it in his heart that he wanted to help Harry. She was owed to be what she is. He would teach her the things that he taught himself, they would grow together.

Draco didn’t know how he would do the, but he would figure it out. He always did, he was smart like that. it also depends on what Harry wanted to do. Hw would respect her wishes either way.

But Draco knew if she accepted, then they would need to be careful. Because if they we’re caught, they would both be Over and done with.

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