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Harry:
The day Harry got his Hogwarts letter was one of the best days of his life. He was already aware he would get it, Draco had told him, but he was still so scared that it would never come. That he was just a Freak and he would never be anything different. The morning of his 11th birthday, he woke up at 6 as usual to cook for the Dursleys and went to the letterbox. Draco didn't want the Dursleys to find it lest they punish Harry for it.
For as long as he could remember, Draco had been with him in his dreams. He didn't know why but all he knew was that the escape of dreams with Draco kept him alive. It gave him hope. And now he could meet him in person. Draco would protect him. He knew that things would be different. Hogwarts was far away from the Dursleys and their abuse. He wouldn't have to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs or do all the chores or be starved or be beaten. There would be no more Harry hunting.
He grabbed a pen and wrote back as quickly as possible. Draco had told him that an owl would collect it and he would be brought a list of school supplies by the end of the day. Then someone would be sent to collect him and take him to Diagon Alley, where he would buy everything for school. This year was going to be a good year.
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Draco:
Draco was the only child and heir of the Malfoy family. His family were pure bloods however with that they bought creature blood. Draco was part veela. He had been told when he was 9 years old and he didn't quite understand them. His mother's family carried veela blood, it gave the family their ethereal beauty, protective nature and a mate. His parents told him for two reasons. On his 16th birthday he would go through his inheritance and they wanted to prepare him early but also a veela and their mate could share dreams. When Draco was born his eyes glowed. They glowed a deep amber. His parents explained this meant that he would have a mate in the future however his mate was not born at the time. They waited years for his eyes to glow again to indicate that their son's mate had been born but they never did.
Or at least they never saw them do it. In reality Draco's eyes had glowed a few months after his birth during the late night as his mate was born into the world. Since that time they had shared dreams, just like his parents had told him. He didn't know what compelled him to but when his parents asked if he was having courtship dreams, he denied it. His Princess was his to protect. Even if he never gave his name , Draco would give his life for his princess, his happiness. All of his friends were there for power and status yet his princess did not even know who he was. When he introduced himself he was met with a blank stare and confusion.
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Draco had just fallen asleep. He had seemingly awoken to a white room empty for all but a small child. He had wild, dark curls and he was curled into a ball crying. His sobs broke Draco's heart and he made his way over to the small boy. He looked no older than 4 which would be two years younger than Draco.
“Are you ok?” Draco's words are cautious in order not to scare the child further but the child jumps with fear anyway. His lard emerald eyes stare into mine with so much emotion. They are the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.
“Wh-who are y-you?” He cries weakly, his body shaking.
“I'm Draco Malfoy, heir of the Malfoy family,” Draco says. Usually people start to act differently once he's introduced himself. They would act more dignified or would try to get closer to him for his power and status. Father always told him his friends were never friends, only business partners. But this small child looked at him the same only with a little confusion.
“Why are you here?” He asked quietly. Draco smiled at the boy.
“I don't know but I think I'm here to find you,”
The boy's eyes go comedically wide. “I hope we can be friends, would you tell me your name?”
The boy looks sad, “I don't know my name.” Draco looks at him in shock. How can you not know your own name?
“What do you mean?”
“My Aunt always calls me Boy and my Uncle calls me Freak. Even my cousin calls me Thing. And I don't think any of those are my name.” The boy looked on the verge of tears again. Rage bubbled in Draco. How could someone treat a child like that? He knelt next to the boy to embrace him and the boy flinched slightly but relaxed after a second and returned the hug.
“My Father calls me his little Prince and my friends call me the Slytherin prince, even though we don't go to Hogwarts yet, so how about I call you Princess?” The boy looks at Draco strangely but he also looks like he might start crying again.
“I can be a Princess even though I'm a boy?” his lips quiver.
“I don't think it matters that you're a boy. Your my friend now and you don't have a name so you can be my Princess,”
“Thank you, thank you” he sobs into Draco's shoulder.
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After a few more months of dreams Draco found out that his princess was actually the same age but severely malnourished. Over the years he would learn that his Princess was a wizard and in a Muggle household. It painted him as his princess lived in a household that abused him but his salvation was that one day his Princess could be protected in Hogwarts and he could finally leave his awful Muggle relatives. This year would be a good year.
Harry had told Draco in their dreams he had got his letter. They were both excited. His Princess cried whilst Draco held him and kissed the top of his head.
“Tomorrow, someone called Rubeus Hagrid is coming to take me to Diagon Alley,” My Princess says and Draco can see the excitement and nervousness swirling through his eyes. Draco pulls him closer.
“It'll be ok. My parents are also taking me tomorrow, perhaps we'll bump into each other,”
“Really?” His clear green eyes stare into mine, filled with hope that melts Draco's heart.
“Yes,”
“That would be so cool,” he says lazily tracing shapes on Draco's hand.Every once in a while he would shift uncomfortably and Draco couldn't ignore it.
“Princess, are you ok?”
“What?” He said fearfully before registering the question, “oh yea it's nothing” he says meekly, his hands ghosting his shoulders.
“You look like your in pain,” his eyes downcast submissively and Draco doesn't like it. He has a suspicion but he hopes he's wrong. “Princess, what happened?” Draco coaxes as his hands cup Harry's face guiding his eyes to look at him.
“Uncle Vernon found the school list, he knows about the letter,” he whispers, “he didn't like that I kept it from him or that I got the letter at all.”
Draco knew what that meant. He had held Harry's crying form after so many bearings, whispering words of comfort. His Princess rarely ever kept things like this a secret from him, only when they were really bad. He didn't like burdening Draco too much, which was silly.
“Why didn't you tell me, I would have handled you more carefully?”
“Its more numb in here so I didn't think it was necessary to tell you,” Draco looks at him sadly but before he can speak Harry covers his hands with his own. “Tomorrow you can whisk me away from here and it will never happen again, there's no need to get upset now it's almost over. I'm emotionally drained so just hold me, please” he pleads and Draco can never say no to that face. That night Draco held Harry and swore he would do anything to protect him.