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Harry didn't mind so much that he was getting a bath. He had spent a lot of time in clothes that didn't cover much more than his full natural form. He looked down at the bathwater that he had been soaking in for more than an hour now. Most of the dirt was off the brunet, but there was still a bit left. He watched curiously as the older man picked up a small bottle that he had never seen before.

"Close your eyes." Harry shook his head.

"No."

"Do it boy." Harry looked back at him. Snape seemed rather determined to get him to listen.

"W-why?"

"Because if you don't, this stuff will sting your eyes." Harry nodded and closed his eyes as the man washed his hair. It went from dirty, greasy black to clean dark brown. The man took a look at him, checking over to make sure that all the dirt was gone. Once Harry looked presentable, Severus brought him back to where Draco was sitting.

"He's all set Highness," the elder man said without a show of emotion. Draco looked at Harry, then smirked and nodded.

"Excellent job Master Snape. His appearance has approved tenfold." Harry blushed as the prince circled him, taking in his scrawny appearance.

"Well, he's mostly skin and bone. We'll have to get some meat on him." Harry felt his temper rise slightly.

"You know that I'm right here, right," he asked in an irritable tone. Both of them looked up at Harry.

"You dare speak like that to royalty boy?" Snape advanced slightly.

"No," he stopped on Draco's command. "It's nice to have someone that talks to me like a normal human being." He chuckled as he looked at the brunet. "I see that my new slave has a fiery temper," he stated in an amused tone as Harry looked at the ground. "Good. I like it when people argue with me. It makes it more satisfying when they finally do what I say. Do you have a name?"

"Harry," the brunet whispered quietly. Malfoy sighed.

"Did you not hear a single word I said? You have full permission to talk back to me. However, don't dare to do the same with the King. His word is law." Draco knew all too well. He had been beaten many times for not having listened to his father.

"Of course, if you choose to talk back, the argument will still end with me winning. Keep that in mind." Harry nodded slightly.

"Now we should get you dressed." Draco moved over to his own closet, making Harry wonder what he had in mind. "Let's see… I think a nice green to go with your eyes." He pulled out a sleeveless silk top. "Try that on." The brunet tilted his head.

"It looks like it was made for a woman."

"Regardless, you are going to try it on." Harry sighed and did as he was told. Draco was glad to hear a bit of contest in the boy's voice. It was obvious that no matter how Phineas had tried, he had not been able to break the boy. He looked over the brunet again and pulled out a pair of what would probably be loose-fitting brown pants. Once Harry was dressed, Malfoy looked him over with a smirk.

"Gorgeous," he muttered to himself. "I think I'll have my tailor make some more outfits for you similar to that one." The Snake Prince had a tendency to set trends when it came to clothes, and he was very well versed in fashion thanks to his mother. Soon the clock struck noon.

"Come Harry. It is time for lessons."

"L-lessons?"

"Yes. You are eleven, aren't you?" Harry blinked.

"I… I don't know." Draco stared in surprise.

"You don't know your own birthday?" He shook his head.

"Well, let's find out." He performed a simple spell that he had known for a couple of years now. "July 31st… Harry, today's your birthday." Harry shrugged.

"It's no big deal though." Draco sighed.

"Of course. I need to remember who you were raised by. Harry, if today is your eleventh birthday, that means that you need to be checked to see if you have magical abilities."

"Oh," was the only response that Draco got out of Harry. He rolled his eyes. Apparently he didn't understand the full importance of this milestone. Master Snape would have to check Harry to see if he had any magic, and if he did, Draco would see to it that the brunet attended lessons with him. On their way to see Master Snape, the King approached his son.

"Draco. And who is this?"

"This is the slave boy that we purchased this morning Father." Lucius looked at the smaller boy, an expression of slight disgust on his face.

"I see… And what is he doing here with you?"

"I wanted him checked to see if he possesses any magic," Draco replied quietly.

"Oh? And what might he do with that magic?"

"I… I thought that maybe… maybe he could attend lessons with me," Draco replied hopefully. He heard his father sigh.

"All right, but only as long as you are with him," the King more ordered than stated. Draco nodded. Harry had noticed how the prince seemed to be afraid of his father. He wished that he could remember more about his parents than his mother's face and his father's voice, but some children weren't that fortunate.

Draco relaxed as the King passed them, and he looked at Harry apologetically. He hadn't meant to nearly get them into trouble, and if his father hadn't been in a good mood, Harry probably would have been whipped because of his own actions. Perhaps it would be better if he kept a slight distance between the two boys for Harry's own good.

Harry and Draco soon found themselves face to face with Master Snape again. Harry got a feeling he was going to be seeing a lot of this man, whether he liked it or not. The raven-haired man looked up at them as they stood in the doorway. Harry followed cautiously behind Draco. He didn't really know what to think of Snape. The man seemed quiet and withdrawn, as if he preferred to be left alone.

"Master Snape, we're here for lessons."

"Yes, I can see that. Has the boy been checked to see if he possesses any magic?" Draco shook his head.

"We'll have to see to that first then. It seems that class will be ensuing outside today." Harry looked between the two curiously.

Once outside, Snape lined up several wands. They had been created for the next generation of wizards. Harry looked them over, but he had no clue what to do with them. He had seen Phineas's wand before, but he had never seen the noble use it.

"Pick one up," Snape commanded. Harry did as he was told to do. "Now, wave it at something." Harry nodded. At first, he thought of using it on one of them, but realized that he didn't know what the wand was going to do. And for that reason, he decided against the idea. Instead, he aimed it at an already dying plant.

"Wave it," Snape repeated himself, sounding a little annoyed. Harry did so, and the flower lit on fire.

"Well, you do possess magical abilities. However, that is not the correct wand for you. Try... this one." Harry did so, using it on the same flower, or so he thought. Suddenly, far off in the distance, there was a small explosion. Snape shook his head. This went on for a bit before Harry found the correct wand. Harry had barely picked it up when it began to tremble and lifted out of his hand and into the air. It turned towards him, and he felt his heart pounding as fear shot through him. What was this wand going to do to him? He wasn't the only one who was surprised when a golden stream in the shape of lightning connected with the scar on his forehead. Harry felt as if it was bonding to him. After another moment, it sank back down to his hand. He looked up and noticed that Draco and Snape were staring at him.

"What...?"

"I've never seen that happen before," Snape said quietly. Draco apparently hadn't either. Harry looked down.

"Am I some kind of freak?" The question was quiet.

"No. It just means that you must be extremely powerful for a wand to bond to you like that..."

"Do you think he could be...?" Snape looked over as Draco asked his question.

"No. The child was killed." Draco frowned.

"But the prophecy never changed, which it would have had the child actually died." Snape shook his head.

"Even so, this can't be the boy. Where were you born?"

"In The Land of the Snake," Harry replied.

"See Draco? It's not possible." The blond nodded and the normal smirk graced his lips once more.

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