Harry Malfoy's Trials | Book One

| Lucius and Narcissa have a Talk

It was the biggest and most awesome room Harry has ever seen! It was definitely bigger than his cupboard under the stairs, in fact it was bigger even than the living room and kitchen at Uncle Vernon's house put together. The floor was wooden with a dark wood that Harry couldn't begin to describe. There was a large oval rug that was an light green color and on which several toys laid scattered around. Much to Harry's amazement there was a broom flying around, an actual broom flying, a couple of feet above the ground. The walls were wallpapered with a dark-green color and childish drawings of large snakes, lions with wings and a snake as a tail, a bird that seemed to be on fire, and many, many more animals that Harry didn't recognized or thought possible. There was a bookshelf filled with stuffed animals and children's books that Harry guessed the lady read to Draco as well as two large windows with silver curtains. Harry turned to see another small broom that was brightly colored leaning on a wall, and what looked like a very, very large bowl that was black in color and stood up to Harry's chest and many bottles of liquids and food-looking stuff that made Harry hungry (Near the cauldron was a book that read Professor Pilling's First Cauldron and Fun Potions for Young Wizards but Harry couldn't read yet). But the most marvelous thing for Harry was the bed. The bed was two times, no, four times the size of Harry's small mattress that was stuffed in the cupboard. It looked like it could fit ten Harrys and still have room for them to be spread out. It was a canopy bed with green and silver curtains, and about eight to ten pillows on the headboard. Lastly there was a desk that was too big for either Draco or Harry as well as a fireplace with a grate in front of the opening.

"Well, this is my room Harry," Draco said smiling broadly. "Can't wait to tell the others I have Harry Potter in my room!"

"Why do you know my name?" Harry frowned. "And that lady as well—is she your mum?"

"That's my mother yeah," Draco said. His smile stopped as he stared at Harry. "Wait... do you not know about why your famous, or your parents?"

"My mum and dad died in a car crash," Harry frowned. "My Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia told me so."

"A car crash?" Draco asked, his lips and eyebrows frowning. "What's a car? And that's not how they died!"

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked. How could Draco not know what a car is? "Don't your parents have one? Big machine with four wheels that you drive around." Harry's moved his hands far apart to try and show the size of a car.

Draco's frown deepened. "Do you not know what you are?" he asked.

"What are you talking about Draco?" Harry repeated.

"Harry... you're a wizard! Like me! And my father and your father—we can do magic," Draco said. "Look around! You see the broom flying by itself? I was flying around it before you came."

"You were flying?" Harry gasped.

"Yeah! Look!" Draco said. He quickly ran to the broom, swung his leg over it and sat down on it, placing both hands on the handle. Harry watched in amazement as Draco leaned forward and the broom moved forward as well. It seemed to follow Draco's body as he and the broom flew around the room going up and down whenever Draco pleased. "Wow!" Harry grinned. "How are you doing that?"

"Magic!" Draco yelled. "We're wizards! We can do magic!"

"But my uncle told me there's no such thing as magic," Harry frowned.

The blonde boy stopped the broom and hovered down. Getting off of the broom he looked at Harry. "Your uncle is lying then," he said. "Of course there's magic! Look at how you got here, that was magic."

Harry frowned as he tried to think of a logical explanation of how he could travel from a small park in Little Whinging to the big Malfoy Manor in... wherever he is now. "I guess so..." he said. "But still my mum and dad died in a car crash! Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia wouldn't lie to me about that!"