A/N: Hi! Welcome to my first and only (yet) story. It's about. well, I
won't tell you. You have to read. And I wanna know your opinion. It is
worth writing? Do you want another chapter?
My first language is not English, as you will see, so I apologize for
mistakes and misspellings.
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Stars
Part 1
Wishing on a Star
Chapter 1: New Neighbors
Harry was mowing the lawn as he usually did on Friday afternoons. He was hot and thirsty, but even in his nine years he knew better than asking his aunt. She wouldn't give him anything until the work's done. He got used to it. He was walking with the lawnmower and wishing for something to happen. Things were getting unbearable. He was old enough to do the hard work and his uncle made sure Harry didn't have free time. But now, sweaty and tired, Harry prayed for a little distraction to help him finish the lawn without thinking about it and to go inside. He didn't even hope that his prayers would be answered and then. He heard a sound of a car. Harry looked up from the ground and saw the Moving Truck, parking in front of their neighbors' house. Only then Harry remembered how his aunt Petunia said that Williamsons had left and that they'd sold the house. 'Wow!' he thought 'New neighbors! Maybe, if I'm lucky, they are going to be nice. But, who am I kidding? I'm never lucky.' He continued to mow the lawn and watch the movers. They were sitting on the front porch, waiting for the owners to arrive. In ten minutes Harry saw another car drove up to the house and at the same time the door of his so-called "family's" house opened. He turned his head and watched as his aunt went to greet the new neighbors. When he turned his attention back to the movers, he saw that their neighbors were already on the porch. The woman about aunt Petunia's age, but much prettier, was unlocking the door. And tall young man, probably her son, was helping the movers to unload the truck. "Harry!" he heard his aunt's shriek and jerked his gaze from the guy. "Come and help these nice people." "Okay, aunt Petunia." Harry walked to the truck as the young man disappeared in the house. "That's not necessary," said the woman. "Your son can go and play with his friends. We have enough people." "Nonsense, Mrs. Malfoy." "Narcissa." "Nonsense, Narcissa dear. And he is my nephew, not my son." She looked at Harry with disgust. "He will help. Do you hear me, Harry?" "Yes ma'am." Harry tried to pick the box, which resulted in almost dropping it to the ground. "Careful!" Harry lifted his eyes, expecting one of the movers, but it was Mrs. Malfoy's son. And he surely didn't expect to hear, what the young man said next: "It's heavy. You could have hurt yourself." The guy took the box. "He'll be alright, Mr. Malfoy. He is quite strong. Don't let him laze around. See you soon, Narcissa. I have to pick up Dudley from his friend's place." And aunt Petunia left. Harry was still looking at the guy, who looked back at him. After a few moments of silent observation, the guy said: "She seemed to be very strict." "Yes sir." Harry lowered his gaze. "Don't call me 'sir'. My name is Draco." He put down the box and extended a hand. "And you are?" Harry guessed that this guy, Draco, hadn't heard his aunt's shrieks. "Harry." He took the offered hand timidly. It was warm and softand much bigger than his. No one in his life had touched him that gentle. It was always slaps, pushes or even kicks. Harry found himself already liking his new neighbor. "Are you spending summer here?" Draco seemed genuinely interested. "No, I live here." "With your aunt?" Draco picked a small box from the truck and put it in the Harry's hands. "Come on, we can talk while doing some work." "Yes, with my aunt, my uncle and Dudley. He is their son." "Where are your parents?" Harry didn't look at Draco: "They are dead." "I'm sorry. I didn't." "I know. Not your fault. They died in a car crash, when I was one year old. I don't remember them." "But that doesn't mean you don't miss them." softly added Draco and Harry looked up. Draco smiled at him: "How old are you?" "Nine. And you?" "Sixteen." "I thought you're older." "Do I look old?" with a laugh Draco looked into the glass door. "Doesn't seem very old to me." "No, no. I mean." hurried to explain flustered Harry. "It's okay, Harry. I'm kidding. Come, let's help the movers." In a few hours, when everything from the truck was moved into the house, Harry, Draco and Narcissa were sitting in what's going to be living room. "Do you want something to drink, boys?" Narcissa asked. "Sure mom." "Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy." "Call me Narcissa, dear." She got up and walked into the kitchen. "Yes ma'am." "Do you go to school, Harry?" asked Draco. "Yeah." "Do you like it?" "No. I mean the school itself is okay, but kids. They don't like me." "Why?" Draco already liked this quiet, thoughtful boy and couldn't see why others didn't. "I don't know. I suppose they never did." Harry didn't like talking about himself. "And you?" "What?" "Do you go to school?" "Yes, I do." "Do you like it?" "Very much. It's the best school!" "Can I ask you why you've moved here?" "Sure, Harry. It's no secret. Mom didn't want to stay in the Manor after father was killed. She said too many memories. She always was fascinated with muggle-world. So, we moved here." Harry listened with his mouth opened. Draco's farther was dead. They lived in a Manor. "I'm sorry about your dad." "That's okay." "Are you rich?" Draco laughed: "You can say that." Harry smiled He has never felt so relaxed and comfortable in his life. Nobody wanted him to do anything, nobody shouted. It felt like.it felt like home should feel. "Why aren't you living where rich people live?" Harry, despite his age, knew the difference between his uncle and rich people. And he knew that really rich people lived somewhere else, not in Little Whinning. "Mom wanted normal life." "Oh. You said that word then. What does it mean?" "What word?" "Mug. muggle?" "I did?" "Yes." "Well, I." "Harry, would you like to stay for dinner?" asked Narcissa from the kitchen door. "It's nothing fancy. Just sandwiches, but maybe you'd like to stay?" "Dinner? Oh, it's so late. I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy, but I can't. My aunt would be very angry that I stayed that late. I have to go. Thank you." Harry ran to the door. "Thank you?" Draco looked at his mother in confusion. "What for did he thank us?" "I don't know darling." Narcissa looked thoughtful. "It's strange that his aunt would be angry with him. He doesn't strike as a boy who can anger anyone intentionally." "Me too. I don't think he likes to live with his aunt." "Why does he live with her?" "His parents died in a car crash when he was a baby." "Oh, poor thing." Narcissa gave Draco sandwich. "Yeah" he bit into it thoughtfully.
Harry was in his cupboard, where he had been put after returning home from Malfoys. Of course, he was shouted at for staying so late. Though he didn't know why they wanted him to come home at all. He was thinking about his day and about Malfoys. He did like them, especially Draco. He seemed so kind and nice. Maybe Harry can be friends with him. It will be his very first friend. Dudley made sure that he didn't have any friends at school. Harry couldn't wait till he's 11 year old. Then Dudley would go to Smeltings and they would be in different schools and, maybe, then he'd make friends. But now there was Draco. Of course, he is much older, but maybe he'll want to be Harry's friend. With that thought Harry fell asleep, content for the first time in his life.
In a week Harry and Draco were good friends. Draco didn't have other friends in this town yet and Harry was the only one to keep him company. Harry, of course, was on the ninth cloud. Draco wanted to spend time with him. They talked. He helped Draco to decorate his room. Well This activity for him included only sitting on Draco's bed and telling the older boy if the poster was pinned straight. Harry didn't object in the slightest. He was glad to have a break from chores. Draco was content too. He liked the younger boy. But something about his family wasn't right. He heard how they shouted at Harry a lot of times and knew that the dark-haired boy was unhappy at home. So, he invited Harry over as often as possible. Soon he discovered that if he wanted Harry to himself, he should ask his aunt to let the boy to help him with something. It worked quite fine: Draco would ask and Harry's aunt would let him go for a few hours. They would watch TV or read something or just talk. One day they were playing on PS2 and when Harry looked at the Grandfather's clock, it was already 8:30 pm. His aunt ordered him to be home at 8 sharp. Harry ran from Draco's house, terrified. He was right to be scared. As soon as he stepped in the Dursleys' living room, uncle Vernon grabbed him by the ear: "Where have you been, boy?" "I . I was at Malfoys'. Draco asked me to help him with his books." "Oh yeah? When did your aunt tell you to be home?" "At eight, sir." "And now? What time's now?" He shoved Harry closer to the clock on the mantelpiece. "Eight . Eight thirty, sir." "Right. You are late and you are going to be punished."
TBC
PS : Review , please, I'm begging you (dropped on her knees)
Stars
Part 1
Wishing on a Star
Chapter 1: New Neighbors
Harry was mowing the lawn as he usually did on Friday afternoons. He was hot and thirsty, but even in his nine years he knew better than asking his aunt. She wouldn't give him anything until the work's done. He got used to it. He was walking with the lawnmower and wishing for something to happen. Things were getting unbearable. He was old enough to do the hard work and his uncle made sure Harry didn't have free time. But now, sweaty and tired, Harry prayed for a little distraction to help him finish the lawn without thinking about it and to go inside. He didn't even hope that his prayers would be answered and then. He heard a sound of a car. Harry looked up from the ground and saw the Moving Truck, parking in front of their neighbors' house. Only then Harry remembered how his aunt Petunia said that Williamsons had left and that they'd sold the house. 'Wow!' he thought 'New neighbors! Maybe, if I'm lucky, they are going to be nice. But, who am I kidding? I'm never lucky.' He continued to mow the lawn and watch the movers. They were sitting on the front porch, waiting for the owners to arrive. In ten minutes Harry saw another car drove up to the house and at the same time the door of his so-called "family's" house opened. He turned his head and watched as his aunt went to greet the new neighbors. When he turned his attention back to the movers, he saw that their neighbors were already on the porch. The woman about aunt Petunia's age, but much prettier, was unlocking the door. And tall young man, probably her son, was helping the movers to unload the truck. "Harry!" he heard his aunt's shriek and jerked his gaze from the guy. "Come and help these nice people." "Okay, aunt Petunia." Harry walked to the truck as the young man disappeared in the house. "That's not necessary," said the woman. "Your son can go and play with his friends. We have enough people." "Nonsense, Mrs. Malfoy." "Narcissa." "Nonsense, Narcissa dear. And he is my nephew, not my son." She looked at Harry with disgust. "He will help. Do you hear me, Harry?" "Yes ma'am." Harry tried to pick the box, which resulted in almost dropping it to the ground. "Careful!" Harry lifted his eyes, expecting one of the movers, but it was Mrs. Malfoy's son. And he surely didn't expect to hear, what the young man said next: "It's heavy. You could have hurt yourself." The guy took the box. "He'll be alright, Mr. Malfoy. He is quite strong. Don't let him laze around. See you soon, Narcissa. I have to pick up Dudley from his friend's place." And aunt Petunia left. Harry was still looking at the guy, who looked back at him. After a few moments of silent observation, the guy said: "She seemed to be very strict." "Yes sir." Harry lowered his gaze. "Don't call me 'sir'. My name is Draco." He put down the box and extended a hand. "And you are?" Harry guessed that this guy, Draco, hadn't heard his aunt's shrieks. "Harry." He took the offered hand timidly. It was warm and softand much bigger than his. No one in his life had touched him that gentle. It was always slaps, pushes or even kicks. Harry found himself already liking his new neighbor. "Are you spending summer here?" Draco seemed genuinely interested. "No, I live here." "With your aunt?" Draco picked a small box from the truck and put it in the Harry's hands. "Come on, we can talk while doing some work." "Yes, with my aunt, my uncle and Dudley. He is their son." "Where are your parents?" Harry didn't look at Draco: "They are dead." "I'm sorry. I didn't." "I know. Not your fault. They died in a car crash, when I was one year old. I don't remember them." "But that doesn't mean you don't miss them." softly added Draco and Harry looked up. Draco smiled at him: "How old are you?" "Nine. And you?" "Sixteen." "I thought you're older." "Do I look old?" with a laugh Draco looked into the glass door. "Doesn't seem very old to me." "No, no. I mean." hurried to explain flustered Harry. "It's okay, Harry. I'm kidding. Come, let's help the movers." In a few hours, when everything from the truck was moved into the house, Harry, Draco and Narcissa were sitting in what's going to be living room. "Do you want something to drink, boys?" Narcissa asked. "Sure mom." "Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy." "Call me Narcissa, dear." She got up and walked into the kitchen. "Yes ma'am." "Do you go to school, Harry?" asked Draco. "Yeah." "Do you like it?" "No. I mean the school itself is okay, but kids. They don't like me." "Why?" Draco already liked this quiet, thoughtful boy and couldn't see why others didn't. "I don't know. I suppose they never did." Harry didn't like talking about himself. "And you?" "What?" "Do you go to school?" "Yes, I do." "Do you like it?" "Very much. It's the best school!" "Can I ask you why you've moved here?" "Sure, Harry. It's no secret. Mom didn't want to stay in the Manor after father was killed. She said too many memories. She always was fascinated with muggle-world. So, we moved here." Harry listened with his mouth opened. Draco's farther was dead. They lived in a Manor. "I'm sorry about your dad." "That's okay." "Are you rich?" Draco laughed: "You can say that." Harry smiled He has never felt so relaxed and comfortable in his life. Nobody wanted him to do anything, nobody shouted. It felt like.it felt like home should feel. "Why aren't you living where rich people live?" Harry, despite his age, knew the difference between his uncle and rich people. And he knew that really rich people lived somewhere else, not in Little Whinning. "Mom wanted normal life." "Oh. You said that word then. What does it mean?" "What word?" "Mug. muggle?" "I did?" "Yes." "Well, I." "Harry, would you like to stay for dinner?" asked Narcissa from the kitchen door. "It's nothing fancy. Just sandwiches, but maybe you'd like to stay?" "Dinner? Oh, it's so late. I'm sorry Mrs. Malfoy, but I can't. My aunt would be very angry that I stayed that late. I have to go. Thank you." Harry ran to the door. "Thank you?" Draco looked at his mother in confusion. "What for did he thank us?" "I don't know darling." Narcissa looked thoughtful. "It's strange that his aunt would be angry with him. He doesn't strike as a boy who can anger anyone intentionally." "Me too. I don't think he likes to live with his aunt." "Why does he live with her?" "His parents died in a car crash when he was a baby." "Oh, poor thing." Narcissa gave Draco sandwich. "Yeah" he bit into it thoughtfully.
Harry was in his cupboard, where he had been put after returning home from Malfoys. Of course, he was shouted at for staying so late. Though he didn't know why they wanted him to come home at all. He was thinking about his day and about Malfoys. He did like them, especially Draco. He seemed so kind and nice. Maybe Harry can be friends with him. It will be his very first friend. Dudley made sure that he didn't have any friends at school. Harry couldn't wait till he's 11 year old. Then Dudley would go to Smeltings and they would be in different schools and, maybe, then he'd make friends. But now there was Draco. Of course, he is much older, but maybe he'll want to be Harry's friend. With that thought Harry fell asleep, content for the first time in his life.
In a week Harry and Draco were good friends. Draco didn't have other friends in this town yet and Harry was the only one to keep him company. Harry, of course, was on the ninth cloud. Draco wanted to spend time with him. They talked. He helped Draco to decorate his room. Well This activity for him included only sitting on Draco's bed and telling the older boy if the poster was pinned straight. Harry didn't object in the slightest. He was glad to have a break from chores. Draco was content too. He liked the younger boy. But something about his family wasn't right. He heard how they shouted at Harry a lot of times and knew that the dark-haired boy was unhappy at home. So, he invited Harry over as often as possible. Soon he discovered that if he wanted Harry to himself, he should ask his aunt to let the boy to help him with something. It worked quite fine: Draco would ask and Harry's aunt would let him go for a few hours. They would watch TV or read something or just talk. One day they were playing on PS2 and when Harry looked at the Grandfather's clock, it was already 8:30 pm. His aunt ordered him to be home at 8 sharp. Harry ran from Draco's house, terrified. He was right to be scared. As soon as he stepped in the Dursleys' living room, uncle Vernon grabbed him by the ear: "Where have you been, boy?" "I . I was at Malfoys'. Draco asked me to help him with his books." "Oh yeah? When did your aunt tell you to be home?" "At eight, sir." "And now? What time's now?" He shoved Harry closer to the clock on the mantelpiece. "Eight . Eight thirty, sir." "Right. You are late and you are going to be punished."
TBC
PS : Review , please, I'm begging you (dropped on her knees)