It was now November and the snow started to fall on the grounds, Harry was still sporting some bruises from Halloween when a troll broke in to the dungeons, it seems some wizard healing potions don't work on phoenix they seem to make him throw up so he just healing on his own. The problem was he didn't have to go and stop the Troll from picking up some poor dope and using him or her as a rattle, no he could have gone and sat in his bed with his dog and read the letter Dimitri sent him. No when he heard that a Knut short a Gallon Ron Weasley so he went to went to save Hermione and that thick prick Ron.

Afterwards he looked up to see Professor Quirrell give him a dark looked and it made the dark Phoenix suspicious of said Professor and there was Professor Snape with a bleeding leg. It was like the school was screaming with bad people, Snape had his dark mark that stunk and there was Quirrell the man was dark all over inside and out and Harry wanted to keep away from the man and he wanted him gone lucky for him there was a forest of werewolves for him to talk to.

Draco watched Harry closely, he frowned when he started talking to the muggle born he didn't understand why he would talk to her why he would he be so nice to her? It confused him greatly so he decided to talk him. He found Harry playing fetch with Padfoot outside on the snow grounds. The teen looked like he was far away in his thoughts his eyes were forces on the stick he was throwing and the dog that ran after the stick tripping over his own paws still showed how young the pup is. "Harry." Draco called out, the dark haired teen looked up at him and smiled at him

"Hey Dragon." He said as he handed him a stick, Draco looked at it as if it was poisonous dung "Come on be a kid we're 11 we won't have long before all this is over." Harry told him

"You sound too old for you age."

"Funny that is what my father old me." Harry said as Draco took the stick.

Padfoot looked up at the blonde with his tongue hanging out ready to run the moment he throws it, smiling the blonde threw the stick as far as he could and watched the dog ran even before it left his hands "You know I use to watch people play with their dogs." He said

"Did you want a dog?"

"We have dogs but they are hunting, I'm not allowed to play with them." Draco told him, Harry hummed as Padfoot came bounding back

"In my old home I wasn't allowed any pets I think the closes I got to have a pet was the spiders under the stairs." Harry said softly

"Under the stairs?" The blonde asked as he looked at him with a frown

"Yeah that is…was my bed room they wouldn't let someone like me have a really room with a bed, that is why my father saved me, they were a cruel family." Draco looked horrified… if this is Potter how could anyone treat the boy who lived like that…

"Umm what did you mean someone like you?" Harry looked at him his green and red eyes shining in the light of the midday sun

"Like us, magical folks they think of us as freaks, they hated my mum and dad I had to find out from father about them and how… how they died."

They stayed out a little long when they realised that the sun was starting to set that is when Draco asked about the muggle born "Why do you talk to the mudblood?" Harry glared at Draco that made the young wizard shiver in fear

"Don't call her that, she is a really nice person and very clever I don't think it would hurt to be friends with her."

"I don't understand she in Gryffindor and a muggle born." Draco said, Harry shook his head

"It's not how they were born but it's how they are raised, they are raised like muggles until they are 11, if she was taught about this culture they would be no need for this pure blood problems."

"You were raised by muggles and look at you." Draco said, Harry smiled

"I spent a few months with my father he taught everything I needed to know. Just talk to her." Harry said as he walked away from Draco "Come on Padfoot." He said the black dog followed him.