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He had also prepared a reserve team, who were very, very young, all of them second-years with just the one third-year selected as a Beater. The twelve-year-old Seeker was being trained personally by him and the poor boy had almost wet himself when Harry had told him what would be happening from now on and that he would be having personal lessons to help him fly and to hone his skills to be an excellent Seeker. He had this year and the next to get this young boy into shape and up to the standard that he expected and then, when he graduated, he'd leave behind his handpicked team as his legacy. Monday morning saw a regal owl landing in front of him with a large parcel and Harry smiled as he took the letter from the owl's beak and tore it open, thankful that he had as Lucius warned him that as soon as the parcel was free of the packaging, it would all resize and the weightless charm would disengage.

He abandoned his half-eaten breakfast and took his parcel back up to Gryffindor Tower and into the dormitories. He tore it open eagerly and watched as his brand new, sleek trunk resized itself. He grinned as he noticed the personal touches on it, the dark wood, the gleaming polish, the little carved vines around the edges, the Malfoy crest stamped onto the front and the small inscription of his name in gold on the front of the rounded lid, just above the seam where the trunk opened.

He grinned wider and flung it open and his mouth actually hurt from his smile when he saw all the new books, the pristine robes (both school ones and his brand new Quidditch robes in scarlet red and yellow) and all of the things that he needed; plain black socks, plain black boxer-briefs, two sets of black gloves, one pair was sheepskin for the winter and the other pair was dragonhide for the summer. Everything that he had lost had not only been replaced but had been upgraded with a Malfoy twist of flair. He loved it and what he loved more was the letter and the small, wrapped gift, right on the top of everything, with Rabastan's distinctive, shaky writing on the front. He was just sad that he didn't have the time to open it just yet as he had lessons in just twenty minutes. He swore that he would do so at lunchtime. The waiting would just make him that much more excited to open it.

He immediately cast the locking charm on the trunk and the little added extra. He wouldn't make the same mistake twice and they were not going to destroy any gifts that had been given to him by his adoptive father or his betrothed. He went to his bedside drawer, thankful that his dormmates' hadn't bothered to look through the drawers of his bedside table, likely to avoid waking him up as the bedside table was right next to his head, and he took out his dad's invisibility cloak, several framed pictures of his parents, the photo album that Hagrid had given to him, his three vault keys and his exchange book. All of them went right into his trunk to be covered by the protective charms and he smiled. All he needed now was his Firebolt back, and he would get it back, of that he promised. He would get it back and he would have his revenge on those who had taken it in the first place.

He immediately changed himself out of the clothes that he'd been wearing for the last few days (it was a relief to finally change his boxers and actually get on a pair of socks), wearing all fresh clothing and the pair of highly polished, brand new shoes that Lucius had sent to him before he slung his new backpack over his shoulder and he made his way to his lessons feeling so much better and he was happy to know that it would never happen again. Those imbeciles would not be able to break that locking charm and after the brilliant effects of the additional charm that was on the trunk kicked in, they would regret even trying to touch his stuff.

His day passed well enough and he loved the looks on his dormmates' faces when they saw him not only wearing brand new, high-quality clothing but also handing in his completed homework. It made him smile as he sat next to Draco, who he'd informed of all the goings-on and his new delivery of items.

"Your trunk matches mine, only my name is done in silver."

"You do have a fondness for silver." Harry said with a smile. "What is your favourite colour? I don't think you've ever said."

"I don't know. I've never really thought about it, but I am drawn to several different colours for different reasons. Gold definitely, because it's the colour of the snitch, blue because it's the colour of the sky, which represents freedom to me and my love of flying, green because of my eyes, which always make me think of my mum, yellow because of the sun, which represents happiness. I just…I don't have one colour that I like, I'm drawn to several of them for different reasons."

"You really are special." Draco told him and Harry chuckled quietly. "And speaking of special, have you heard more from that special person of yours?"

Harry grinned. "He sent me a letter this morning. It was in the trunk along with a small gift. I never had the time to open it; I'm going to do it at lunch. I really can't wait, I want to know what he has to say and what he sent to me."

"You have it so bad for him."

"I know, but I can't help it. It's insane. I never expected to even like him, but I do, Draco. I really do. I want to help him, I want him to get better and I know it'll take a long time, maybe even years, but I want to be there for him, to help him. He's letting me do everything that I want, too. If I say I want five kids, he says fine, if I said I wanted ten of them, I'm sure that he'd agree. He let me talk about our ceremony for three hours and he just agreed with me. He's not at all what I was expecting."

"What, you thought he'd be an insane, rambling lunatic who fired off curses at shadows?" Draco murmured under his breath, barely audible to Harry, who was bending his head near Draco's mouth and even he had trouble hearing him. "Well, that's not exactly what I thought, but I did say to myself that if he was like that then I wouldn't even consider him, but I wasn't expecting him to be so caring or attentive. So…normal, I guess, despite what that place did to him. He's damaged, jumpy and twitchy, but that will get better with the right potions and the right medical attention, I'm sure of it. Despite that, he actually seems near enough normal. He reacts normally, and not like Bellatrix. She not only jumped at shadows, but she also cursed them without thinking. No, Rabastan comes across as normal to me, did he come out of Azkaban like this, or is it thanks to his recovery programme?"

"He was much worse when he first came out, Harry, believe me when I say that. You didn't get to see him at his worst and thankfully, I missed a lot of it too because I was at school, but I remember seeing a bit of him during the holidays when I got home for the summer. Mother and father were talking a lot about it too. You missed the worst of the effects, back when Rabastan was clinging to his brother and refused to let go of him, when they had to walk around holding hands and they had to share the same baths, the same bed, and they refused to be separated long enough to go to the bathroom separately. That was a very bad time, but they've both improved a lot since that time and given some more time, I'm sure that they're only going to get better."

Harry nodded his head in agreement and he then turned to actually start on his classwork. He did like Rabastan and he was surprised that the man was actually near enough normal, or as normal as someone really could be after fifteen long, harsh years in Azkaban, but he was sure that given a few more years then he'd be much better than he was at the moment, he had already improved. Draco had told him what he'd once been like and he was much better now than he had been then and now that Rabastan had him, Harry was going to help him to recover as much as possible because he wanted Rabastan to be better, he wanted Rabastan to regain his strength and he was sure that Rabastan wanted that as well.

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