Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters they belong solely to J. K. Rowling an amazing writer. Truly brilliant. I only have the honor of playing with them for this story and hopefully others. Please read the real story of Harry Potter from J. K. Rowling's amazing books. For they are truly worth every read. I have read them so many times I have lost count.

Summery: This is a GoodVoldemort, EvilDumbledore, story in which SlytherinHarry is Severus's son, SlytherinHermione is Severus's daughter and Severus is Voldemort's son. It's a radically AU story. Hope you enjoy! Contains lots of Severitus!

Authors Note: I welcome all Reviews. I ask only that you do not flame.

Warnings: Deals with themes of a more mature nature. Such as mentions of: near death experiences. Abuse of a child. Rated T to be safe.

HARRY POTTER POV

NOTE: There will be some things taken from the book (mostly just dialogue between Harry and Draco for this scene). I do not in any way shape or form own any of it. I'm just using it.

Harry was nervous as he entered. Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions alone without Hagrid. He knew that Hagrid needed to get a drink, but as he pushed opened the door he really wished he wasn't alone. Feeling awkward and out of place he tentatively entered looking around with wide eyes and a terrified expression on his face. Until his eyes landed on a plump woman who came up to him smiling brightly.

"Howarts dear?" She asked in a kind voice that reminded Harry of what a mother would sound like. He chanced a look up to meet her friendly and open gaze. "I got the lot here, another young man in the back being fitted right now. Come with me dear and I'll get you set up. Won't take but a jiffy," she continued on, gently placing her hand on his shoulder and steering him back towards where another boy stood. She got him to stand next to the boy and started pinning up a long black Hogwarts robe on his body.

"Hi, I'm Draco, Draco Malfoy," the boy said, "you're going to Hogwarts too yes?"

"Yes," Harry said tentatively then added politely, "I'm Harry, Harry Potter. It's a pleasure to meet you Malfoy." Harry said in a friendly voice. Hopping that maybe he could be friends with the boy. He'd never had a friend. Or really anyone talk to him. Usually people just ignored him. Especially other children. Maybe Hogwarts would be different. Harry really hoped so. Though he didn't expect much.

The boy looked at him critically, before he went on, "My father's next door getting my books and mother is just down the road looking at wands. I'm going to drag them over to Quality Quidditch supplies to look at racing brooms next," he drawled sounding bored. "I don't see why first years can't have their own brooms. I'm going to bully Father into getting me one I think, and smuggle it in somehow." Draco scrutinized him and Harry frowned finding the boy sounded a lot like Duddley with that statement and was beginning to regret being near the boy.

"Do you have your own broom?" Draco suddenly demanded after a few silent moments.

"No," Harry said having no idea what the other boy was talking about at all. Really what was Quidditch?

"Play Quidditch at all?" Draco demanded. Harry resisted the urge to sigh.

"No," Harry said. Feeling stupid and wondering if the boy was trying to humiliate him.

"I do. Father says it'd be a crime if I'm not picked for my house team and I agree," the boy paused and looked at Harry once more. "Know what house you'll be in yet?"

"No," Harry said his voice wavering slightly. He didn't know what the boy was talking about now. He wanted to ask the boy and tentatively ventured to do so, "what houses?"

"My..." the boy began and stopped suddenly like he had just realized what Harry had said. "What do you mean what houses? The Hogwarts Houses of course! Why did your parents never tell you about them?"

"My parents died when I was an infant," Harry replied very sadly. He continued on slowly, "I was raised by mu-mugles," he admitted after a small pause. Stumbling over the new word.

"Sorry," Draco replied looking a little uncomfortable at having said anything. Draco regarded him for a long moment before he launched into a detailed description of the founders and houses of Hogwarts going into great detail. Which had Harry paying close attention. Enraptured by the other boys descriptions. Draco had just finished by telling Harry that both his mother and father had been in Slytherin so he was certain he would be too. So much so in fact that he claimed he wouldn't stay if he wasn't in Slytherin house.

Just than the door opened and Harry looked over as Draco fell silent eyeing the man who came in. Looking like an older version of the boy next to him Harry had no doubt this was Draco's father. The way Draco gave a brief nod and genuine smile at the man before scolding his features into that perfect aristocratic mask he'd been wearing when Harry first came in at the sharp look the man gave Draco.

"Well are you almost finished?" Lucius Malfoy demanded of Madam Malkin. His voice smooth and cold.

"He is nearly finished sir," Madam Malkin answered in her gentle tone of voice as she finished the last sets of measurements on Malfoy's robes before having him remove them. Harry noticed that Draco was dressed much as Lucius was. In fine clothing that fit him perfectly and spoke of wealth and power. Harry felt embarrassed by his own baggy second hand clothing and hopped the other boy would be gone before Harry had to remove his robe.

"Father," Draco said catching his father's attention. Lucius looked at his son raising one eyebrow. "I wanted to introduce you to my friend. This is Harry Potter, can we go visit Quality Quiditch supplies?"

"I see no reason why not," Lucius replied easily. Though his gaze scrutinized Harry now, intently. Something must have occurred to Lucius because in the next breath he inquired, "who are you with Mr. Potter?"

"Hagrid sir," Harry replied quickly indicating the giant man in the window of the shop looking in to see Harry. He was waving enthusiastically and pointing to a bird cage with the most magnificent bird Harry had ever seen. Harry almost missed the slight frown on Lucius's features that vanished as quickly as it appeared and left Harry wondering if he'd seen right.

"Where are your relatives?" Lucius inquired bemused as to why Harry was with the groundskeeper of Hogwarts.

"Their muggles sir, they wouldn't have known where Diagon Alley was," Harry explained skipping over the important fact that they would not be caught dead anywhere near here. Or even stand to hear of it's existence.

"All right my dear, remove your robe so I can go do the alterations and prepare your order," Madam Malkin told Harry before Lucius could respond. Lucius watched Harry critically and Harry was almost certain the man had somehow known he'd been only partially telling the truth. Harry looked down ashamed of his attire as he slowly pulled the black robe off and handed it over to the proprietor. He heart the boy's gasp at his attire and could swear Lucius mumbled a few chosen words Harry didn't hear, but suspected were curses.

"You will need to purchase some proper attire, come Draco, we will stop by Twilfits and Tattings first to have Harry fitted," Lucius said signally for Harry and Draco to follow him. The change in name was not lost on Harry and he gaped at the man as Draco grabbed his arm and pulled him after his father hissing in his ear as he did.

"Come on Harry, father promised that if I behaved he'd let me get a treat at Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour. I am certain father will take you with us when we go, so lets hurry. Plus he agreed to going to Quality Quidditch supplies. We must hurry and Harry you need to be really polite. Father likes to be properly respected," Draco instructed him in a hiss in his ear and Harry nodded at a loss for what to do. As they exited the shop they caught the end of the conversation between Hagrid and Lucius.

"Yes of course I can see him on the train, Hagrid," Lucius drawled clearly bored with the conversation. Or irritated. Harry couldn't tell. "Now is this all that you have picked up for Harry today?" Lucius inquired indicating the bagged books and the owl cage.

"Um well yes, we got his money too, and I sent him for his robes of course," Hagrid said and handed the book stack to Lucius who shrunk it and added it to his pocket. A small bulge in the pocket showed Harry he already had a lot in there. Probably Draco's books too. "Oh Harry! Happy Birthday!" Hagrid all but shouted as he saw Harry. Harry looking puzzled and a little put out looked at Hagrid as he stepped around Lucius and handed the cage to Harry. "Got ya a little something of a gift," Hagrid said with a smile. "Well I best be off. Got lots to get on with. Mr. Lucius Malfoy here's asked to take you for the afternoon. Promised to see you home afterword and on the train come September 1st. So don't you worry your in good hands now Harry."

Harry gaped like a fish staring at the present in his arms and had just managed to stammer out a thank you before Hagrid had left and he wasn't sure Hagrid had even heard him. Lucius took the bird from Harry opened the cage and cast a quick charm at the owl who took off flying before he shrunk the cage and tucked it into another pocket.

"What did you do?" Harry asked shell shocked and terrified he'd just lost the gift Hagrid had given him. Tears threatened to flood down his face. His lip trembled as he stared up at Lucius with large scared eyes. Lucius looked down at him with a worried frown. The man stepped closer and knelt down before Harry placing his hands on the boy's shoulder.

"Breathe Harry, I just sent her the location to Malfoy Manor so she could go there while we finish our shopping. She will be in my Owlery and we will pick her up before I take you home after dinner. I am sorry I frightened you child. I had not realized you did not know such spells existed," Lucius explained in a patient and somewhat less cold voice. Harry would consider it almost friendly. At least for this man. Harry nodded blinking back the remnants of tears.

"I'm sorry sir," Harry babbled. Not knowing what else he should say.

"There is no need for aplogize Harry, now come. It's time to get this chopping trip finished up. I believe Draco told you that I promised him a treat if he behaved himself. I make the same offer to you. Behave yourself during this trip and I will get you an icecream of your choice from Florean's," Lucius said rising and casting a quick charm at his robes to insure not a speck of dust or wrinkle remained to indicate he had knelt in the street. Standing straight he led the two boys towards a shop just across the street from Madam Malkin's.

Harry stepped in after Lucius. Draco looked around looking rather bored, but perked up when a woman came in. Harry was taken straight to a back room after Lucius had a hushed conversation with the man at the front desk of the crowded shop. Harry stared at the strange short man with spiky brown hair and dressed in finery like Lucius was. He stood Harry on a stood and had a measuring tape measure him head to toe. All of it took less then three minutes and Harry was being led back out to where Lucius, Draco and the woman were talking in hushed tones.

"His order will be ready in two hours time Mr. Malfoy," the man squeaked in that high pitched voice that grated on Harry's ears and from the pinched look on Lucius's face his as well. "I've got your oder here as well Mr. Malfoy would you like it now, or when you return for the boys?"

"When we return Mr. Twilfits," Lucius said and ushered Harry outside. Draco took his arm and pulled him over to the woman.

"Mother, this is my friend Harry Potter. Harry this is my mother, Narcissa Malfoy," Draco told him proudly. "Father's name is Lucius Malfoy," Draco added after a moment having realized he'd not told Harry his father's name.

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Malfoy," Harry said politely holding out his hand to shake the one she'd offered him.

"Please call me Cissa in private dear," Narcissa told him. As they started to follow Lucius towards the Quidditch store. "Now why don't you tell me what you are missing from your list and I'll go get the rest of your supplies while you boys enjoy looking around at some Quidditch things. Draco you can pick one thing and one thing only that you wish to purchase. You too Harry," Narcissa told him holding out her hand for his list. Harry tentatively handed it over along with the bag of his gold.

"I think I only have my books Ma'am," Harry said politely, not able to bring himself to use such a casual form of address for Draco's parents. Narcissa handed him back the bag of gold.

"I don't need your money Harry, don't worry about it. Why don't you use it to buy yourself something fun instead," Narcissa told him kindly. Not giving him time to respond she took off towards the apothecary. Draco grabbed his arm again and started to forcefully pull him along.

"Draco stop dragging me around! I'm not a lost puppy!" Harry growled at the other boy who let him go with a laugh.

"You are moving too slowly. We are going to be too far from father and he will be displeased! Then we won't get our gift. Come on!" Draco demanded hurrying up and Harry fell into step with him quickly. They reached the store just as Lucius was opening up the door and turning to see where they were. A slight frown creased his brow but he didn't comment on their slight out of breath state. Draco was quickly tugging his clothing back into proper place when they went to look at broomsticks.

Two hours later saw Harry and Draco walking back towards the Leaky Cauldron talking animatedly about the Quidditch store. Well Harry was listening and Draco was going on and on about the racing brooms. Harry was facinated with it all. Draco had pointed out four books that Harry should get to learn all about Quidditch and Harry was glad he had his bag of money. Harry still couldn't believe that Narcissa Malfoy had bought him and Draco matching Quidditch chess sets. It was the first game he'd ever owned. Draco had told his mother that Harry enjoyed drawing and so they had stopped at an art shop so he could look around. He'd purchased a few things, some paints (that could be enchanted to glow in the dark!), some sketching paper (that had a spell on it that would preserve the artwork so it would never fade!), a charcoal set (that changed colours as you drew!) and some coloured ink sets. It was absolutely amazing. He was in awe of all the things he now had. Lucius had had the clothing parcels and their trunks delivered to his home.

In no time they were standing inside the dimly lit pub. Lucius turned and faced the two boys. "We will be flooing over to the Manor. Harry have you ever used the floo network before?" Lucius inquired of him. Harry stared blankly at him.

"What's flowing?" Harry asked confused.

"Flooing," Lucius enunciated the word carefully for Harry. "Is a mode of wizard transportation ," the man began and like Draco had done earlier with the Hogwarts houses and Quidditch Lucius fell into a detailed explanation of what the Floo Network was and how it was used. Which he ended with, "I'll floo with you since it's your first time. Draco will follow after us." Lucius steered Harry towards the fireplace taking a handful of powder he tossed it into the fire and it turned green he said very clearly, "Malfoy Manor," before he stepped into the fireplace with Harry pressed into his side. Harry closed didn't dare breathe and quickly closed his eyes as they began to spin faster and faster. He was glad Lucius was holding him because when they were spit out at the other end he would have gone sprawling if it wasn't for the strong arm around his shoulders and the steadying presence. Lucius waited a moment for Harry to catch his balance before he released the boy.

"Dobby, prepare the dining room for four," Lucius ordered and after he said the name an house elf popped into existence startling Harry. Who stared open mouthed at the creature as Draco and then Narcissa came through the fireplace, both were just as smooth in their landing as Lucius had been. Awed by everything Harry just stood and stared open mouthed.

"Yes master Malfoy sir. Dobby will see it done right away sir. Dobby is happy to serve Mister Malfoy sir," the elf babbled and bowed and vanished with another pop. Lucius gave a tired sigh. As if dealing with the energetic creature was exhausting work. Harry surmised it must be. He felt rather put out at the display himself.

"Dorksy," Lucius called, "Pixial," he called out a second after and two elves popped into existence. "Dorksy take Draco's things upstairs, label his possessions and pack his trunk properly." Lucius ordered handing over a number of packages to the small elf who vanished them all with a pop. "Pixial take Harry's things, label and pack his trunk. Leave it by the front entrance," Lucius then ordered the other elf handing her all of Harry's things before turning to Harry himself. "Hand her what you have in your pockets Harry, she'll have it all packed up for you. No need to carry them in your pockets, after all they need to be unshrunk now. Underage wizards are not allowed to do magic," Lucius explained, "outside of Hogwarts, due to the fact you live with Muggles as well we cannot do magic around their neighbourhood unless it is extremely discreet or we will be breaking the law. So all your purchases will be unshrunk here to insure we do not need to do it later near your muggles."

"Yes master Malfoy sir," both elves said sharply, bowed and Dorksy left with a pop Pixial waiting for Harry to hand over everything that he'd shoved into his pockets. He was about to reluctantly hand over his wand. He was working on unfastening the arm sheath Lucius had gotten him when Lucius spoke again.

"Keep your wand on you Harry, now that you are in the wizarding world your wand should always be within reach. That is what the sheath on your arm is for. Outside of insuring you don't loose a body part by putting your wand in your pocket. Your wand is how you use your magic. Think of it like leaving your brain in a jar on your desk. You wouldn't do that would you? Well you don't want to leave your magic in a trunk now do you?" Lucius told Harry. His words were crisp and cold and Harry could see the humour in them. He laughed a little, but was glad he could keep his wand.

"No sir I don't want to leave my magic anywhere sir," Harry replied. Pulling the sleeve of his new shirt back down. He really liked these clothing. Even though they were muggle in appearance they were wizard made. He wore a pair of trousers and a button down white shirt. It was the first time he'd ever worn anything that fit. Never mind something that was this nice. He really liked the black trousers and the white shirt. He had t-shirts and slacks along with more of these more dressy cloths and wizard robes as well. A lot of his wizard cloths were like Draco's, but Lucius felt it would be best he wear this since they had to return him to his aunt and uncle later. Everything else Lucius had ordered for him was neatly packed in parcels that would now be in his school trunk.

Dinner followed shortly after. Lucius had told Draco to give him a brief tour of the manor and to make sure to take him by the Owlery first. It was truly amazing and Harry loved Draco's home. He wished he could stay here for the rest of the summer. He didn't dare ask however. Now he sat eating a quiet meal with the Malfoy family. He sat at the table. With a plate so full of food he didn't know he could eat so much. No one had commented at his hesitation to sit down at the table when Draco led him in, Draco had shown him where everyone sat and said he was to sit there. So he had. Then his plate had appeared as by magic and he gaped at it before eating. No one said a word so he'd eaten his whole plate and now he was stuffed and he couldn't remember a better meal.

HERMIONE GRANGER POV

Hermione Granger had been shocked to say the least when she received a visit from a strange man from something called the Ministry of Magic claiming that she was a witch and giving her a letter. It had taken almost a full day for her parents to come to terms with everything and the man had come back the next day to show them how to get to Diagon Alley and instruct her parents how to get her onto the Train on September 1st. There was so much to learn.

The trip to Diagon Alley had been one of awe and surprise. Everything was so new and interesting she didn't know quite what to do. She had bought everything on her list along with a few recommended books for her introduction to the magical world classes. Her parents were a little nervous about being in the magical world now, but Hermione herself was excited. She'd found more texts and books on various things that she had been drawn too and her father had gladly purchased them for her.

Now lying across her bed she read through her books hungrily as her trunk lay packed and ready and waited with excitement for September 1st to arrive. The ministry wizard had promised to return so he could show them how to get onto the platform now that she had her ticket. This had been all so new and exciting. The book she was currently reading was A History of Purebloods by Roberta Clearwater. It was a really interesting book and talked briefly about Muggleborns and Half-bloods and how they fit into the Pureblood society. All this was so new and a little scary for Hermione because she knew she was a Muggleborn witch.

She'd already read Hogwarts A History and Modern Magical World so she didn't feel like she would be so far behind. She felt like she'd at least know her way around in the wizarding world now. She'd also started reading and reviewing her textbooks for that year. Determined that she would know everything before the start of term!

SEVERUS SNAPE POV

Severus had returned to Hogwarts on August 1st. As he did every term. A full month before the students were due to return. He looked over the pile of male on his desk in his office. A stack of requests from the other heads of house for various potions. A request from Madam Pomfrey for a restock of certain potions for the Hospital Wing. Professor Ketleburn had requested a series of potions for his own personal use and for those blasted creatures he kept. Sighing Severus realized there was at least three months worth of work in the requests alone. The work for St. Mungos and the Ministry of Magic that he'd been doing over the summer had kept him busy enough. He had hoped that he'd only have Poppy's request to deal with upon his return. Sadly he should have remembered that this always happened.

Resigned to his plans being thwarted for a quiet month Severus unpacked his things and set to work in his private lab. For the remainder of the day he worked at the potions that he considered of importance. Poppy's Hospital Wing potions. Finishing at dusk. Tired and still not even making a dent in the list he now had pinned to the board in his private lab Severus decided to settle down for a late supper. Calling a house elf to bring the meal to the small kitchen in his chambers he noticed a small parcel and two letters sitting neatly on the table by his door where all the mail got delivered when he was in residence. He grabbed them and settled down at the table.

Surprised that one was a letter from Lucius. It seemed Draco had made friends with the Potter boy. Lucius had met the boy's despicable relatives and was deeply concerned about them. Snorting derisively Severus frowned at the letter. They were muggles what did the man expect? Not only that, but if Petunia was anything like she'd been as a child she'd be a right nightmare, but there was nothing Severus could do about it unless the boy was in his own house. Then just maybe he could use his influence with the ministry to thwart Albus's hold over the boy's guardianship.

Sighing he set the letter aside and opened the parcel to find his copy of the latest potion journal. His renewal notice was in the accompanying envelope. Finishing his meal while reading the journal proved a nice and relaxing way to complete the day. Before retiring for the evening the sent a quick note back to Lucius informing him that he would keep an eye out for Potter when the boy arrived at Hogwarts. Filling out the form to renew his subscription Severus sent them both off to the Owlery for morning delivery before he retired to his bed.

For the remaining days of the month Severus's days passed in nearly the same fashion. He would work on potions throughout the day and retire to a quiet evening. Awaiting the day of September 1st when he'd have yet another thing added to his list. Not that he hadn't already been expecting it of course. The boy was due for Hogwarts this year. He had been dreading it for the last ten years if he was being honest with himself. Though in all honesty he had just simply tried to pretend it would never happen. The son of James Potter would not be under his watchful eye. Now he couldn't deny this anymore. James Potter's son would soon be sitting in front of him every day at Breakfast in the Great Hall. Every dinner and every first year potion class with whatever house he was in. If he was in Slytherin, which was so unlikely Seveurs wanted to laugh at his own morose line of thought, he might well scream.