Draco Malfoy groaned as his father stared approvingly at his high-end muggle outfit. Lucius Malfoy was going to a business supper with a manager of one of his eye end companies and his family. This meant Draco and his mother would be attending as well. These dinners were usually painfully boring and long; today was the last day of July and Draco would rather play catch the snitch outside. The weather was just too perfect to waste sitting inside while his father talked business all evening.

"I want you to act respectful, Draco. I don't want anyone thinking your mother and I never taught you any manors," Lucius said as he smoothed back his son's hair. Draco grinned slightly at the gesture before standing up straight.

"Yes, Father. I will be on my best behaviour," Draco replied, smiling up at his father. "I don't want to do anything that could compromise my new Nimbus 2000," Draco said the last part, knowing the new broomstick was part of the deal for Draco attending tonight's dinner.

Lucius nodded before making his was out of the bathroom with his son following closely. Narcissa looked at her son with a look of complete pride before announcing they were ready to go.

Draco, who was unused to muggle transportation, found the car ride to the Dursleys' house to be long and unnerving. The car made a long, continuous purring noise and alway appeared to be vibrating in a way that made Draco worry that the thing was going to stop running any second.

Upon arriving at the Dursleys' house, Draco had to remind himself that their house wasn't going to be as luxurious or elegant as his own. He also had to remind himself not to speak of magic around the muggles. It was always weird for Draco to be in a house that didn't have magic objects or magic based conversations. At no point tonight would Draco be able to talk to the young Dursley boy about Quidditch or broomsticks. But Draco had spent time studying muggle sports and books to be able to uphold a conversation with a muggle child.

Lucius knocked loudly on the door while Draco's mum fixed Draco's tie. When the door opened, a woman with a horse-shaped face and long thin neck answered the door. She had a large, nervous smile plastered on her face as she regarded the family in front of her.

"Hello, Mr and Mrs Malfoy, Draco," Mrs Dursley greeted in a voice that told Draco she was trying too hard to impress them. It really bugged Draco when people tried much too hard to try to make a good impression. The woman opened the door wider and it took almost all of Draco's restraint to not gawk at the figures in front of him. Draco had been exposed to muggles before but these two were easily the fattest, ugliest muggles Draco had ever encountered.

The man was had blonde hair, watery blue eyes and somehow showed no visible sign of possessing a neck. His facial features were pinched together in was almost looked like a scowl but Draco figured this was the man's usual face. The boy looked just like his father, except his face, it was somehow rounder and pinker; the boy's race reminded Draco of a pig.

The Dursleys' showed them to a table and Draco was almost impressed with how far they had gone to make their dining room presentable. The room had candles, fancy dishes of food and even semi-expensive wines. Draco was not permitted to drink the wine but he was given a sparkly apple beverage. About halfway through the meal, Draco realised he needed to use the toilet.

"Mrs Dursley, may I excuse myself for a moment?" Draco asked in a polite tone. He was almost glad his bladder was offering him an excuse to stop watching their pig of a son shove food into his face. Draco found himself surprised the boy actually managed to get any food into his mouth. Mrs Dursley nodded and gave Draco directions to the bathroom. Draco stood up politely, nodding to his father before heading towards the bathroom.

When Draco stepped into the bathroom, Draco was shocked to find a boy cleaning the bathroom. But what startled Draco was the boy's condition. The boy was covered head to foot in bruises, his eye was actually swollen shut and he seemed absolutely terrified that someone had walked in on his cleaning. Draco was about to make a remark when he spotted the lightning bolt scar on the boy's forehead. No way was the boy who lived being treated in such a terrible fashion.

"Please don't tell them you saw me. They'll kill me," Harry whispered.

"What are you doing? Why aren't you eating with us?" Draco said, the idea of eating with the boy who lived was enough to make up for being dragged here by this father on such a nice evening. It would be enough to make up for all of the business suppers Draco would be dragged to in the future.

"Freaks like me aren't allowed to eat with normal people. Besides, I burnt breakfast; I'm not allowed to eat today," Harry said causing Draco's jaw to drop. Not allowed to eat today! Not even the house elves were punished that way because Draco's father knew how hard it would be to get productive responses if his elves were beaten and starved to the point where they couldn't function. This boy was skin and bones under what looked like Dudley's ripped and oversized clothing; somehow the clothes made him look even thinner and sicker. Draco wouldn't have even forced his house elves to wear these kinds of clothing or put them through such treatments.

This boy was skin and bones under what looked like Dudley's ripped and oversized clothing; somehow the clothes made him look even thinner and sicker. Draco wouldn't have even forced his house elves to wear these kinds of clothing or put them through such treatments. These clothes needed to be burnt.

This was absolutely unacceptable treatment of the boy who had saved the wizarding world. Draco politely excused himself and went back to the dining room; his bladder forgotten. He walked over to his mother, attempting to keep his expression as neutral as he could.

"Mother, I am feeling unwell and I could use your help in the toilet," Draco said, trying his best to express to his mother how important it was for her to follow him and not ask questions just yet. Narcissa took the cue and excused herself from the table. Lucius gave Draco a concerned glance but his wife waved him down. It wasn't until they got upstairs that Narcissa spoke.

"Dragon, whatever is so important that it can't wait until we get home?" Narcissa asked her son, worrying he was actually sick because he did look rather pale and shaky.

Draco took that as his cue to open the door and reveal the battered, shaking boy. Narcissa felt her stomach buckle and a look of obvious horror crossed her face. She stared back and forth between Draco and the boy, trying to process what she was seeing. The boy was in far worse condition than any house elf she had ever met. His eyes were wide with terror and staring at Narcissa like he was expecting her to yell or hit him.

"Mum, let me introduce you to Harry Potter. The Dursley's house elf!" Draco said the last part, not attempting to hide his anger about the situation. Narcissa's eyes immediately went to the boy's forehead. When she found the scar, her skin turned green with disgust. Draco worried for a minute that his mother might be sick upon realising the treatment their saviour was receiving from his family.

"Mum, his family feels that 'freaks like him should not be permitted to eat with normal people like us!'" Draco cried angrily, causing Narcissa's blood to boil.

Narcissa gripped her emulate tightly; the emulate was designed to communicate to Lucius. By now the necklace would be heating up around her husband's neck, alerting him that his wife urgently required his attention. From downstairs Lucius could be heard excusing himself, making a corny joke about how fragile children's stomachs could be.

Narcissa had gone to the closet to retrieve a blanket to cover Harry. It wasn't cold but with how dangerously thin the boy was, it was probably enough to compromise his immune system. When Lucius appear at the door, Narcissa was coaxing Harry out of the bathtub he was presently scrubbing.

"Lucius, this is Harry Potter," Narcissa informed her husband, causing his normally neutral and calculating expression to turn to that of anger and disgust. Harry trembled when he saw Lucius' expression but Lucius could not control his anger at that point. Lucius and Severus spent the better part of the war working as spies for Dumbledore to help eliminate the Dark Lord. They had risked death or worse to save the wizarding world and he was not going to sit back and let the saviour of the wizarding world be abused in such a manner. The Dark Lord was gone for good because of this child and he deserved to be treated with respect; at the very least, he deserved to be treated like a human being!

"Come with me!" Lucius said. "Bring Harry," Lucius called the last past over his shoulder.

"You're not going to kill them, are you?" Narcissa asked, knowing she herself wanted to murder them but certainly not with children present.

"No, I won't be killing them but I will be going out of my way to make them regret laying a hand on Harry," Lucius informed his wife who had placed a hand on Harry's shoulder and was guiding him down the stairs. When the Malfoys returned downstairs with Harry in

When the Malfoys returned downstairs with Harry in tow; the Dursleys paled drastically. Petunia Dursley looked like she had sucked a lemon, Vernon's face was turning Purple and Dudley... was too busy shoving food into his fat mouth to notice or care what was happening.

"What is the meaning of this, Dursley?" Lucius said in a quiet but dangerous tone. Despite the fact that Lucius' voice never increased in volume, his voice was filled with so much rage.

"I don't know what the boy told you but he is a filthy, rotten liar," Vernon sneered, clutching his fists angrily to his side; he was staring at the tiny boy with furious eyes.

"He hasn't told me anything! He didn't have to because I am not blind! Do you expect me to believe this child did this to himself?" Lucius said, his voice dripping with more and more anger with each passing second. "How dare you save our world's saviour in such a deplorable manner! I will see to in that justice is served here; starting with your job, Dursley!"

"M-my job?" Vernon asked, his face paling drastically.

"Or should I say your lack of a job? Yes, that sounds better. And then we will look into getting back all of the money provided to you to care for Mr Potter. I can clearly see that he hasn't been provided acceptable clothing, food or support. I do look forward to seeing you in the future to discuss this matter more thoroughly," Lucius said in a threatening tone before stepping outside with his family and Harry Potter in tow.

"You can't take him, you freaks! I won't allow it!" Vernon hollered from the front door, glaring towards the Malfoys as Narcissa helped Harry into the backseat of the car with Draco.

Lucius pulled out his wand and pointed it towards the fat, bearded muggle.

"And what do you plan to do to stop me?" Lucius said in a tone that caused Vernon's face to drain of all colour.

"Do whatever you want with the freak! Just don't think about returning him here!" Vernon shouted but his voice was filled with more fear than anger as he disappeared back into the house and slammed the door. Lucius put his wand away and stepped into the car; his night just became more complicated than he could have imagined.