Chapter One: Home from Hogwarts
Harry Potter walked up the stairs into his small, toy-filled room the Dursley's had been so kind to give him. He threw his suitcase on the bed, and set Hedwig's cage down back on its stand. He wasn't glad to be home, but at least he didn't have to worry about people starring at him for the next three months. He decided to unpack...wait...nah, he'd wait for that. Yawning, he fell onto the bed besides the suitcase and closed his eyes.
"I should really do...something..." He said to Hedwig, and opened his eyes to look at the blank, white ceiling above him. "But what?" He whispered, sitting up. He looked around his room. Everything was clean besides piles of broken toys in every corner. The window was opened, letting the sun in. A lot of sun, really. He stood up, and silently walked over to the window. About to close it, he heard his cousins oh-so-charming voice from outside.
"Mum, can I please go over to Harold's?" Dudley, a large annoying creature asked his mother, Petunia Dursley outside on the front lawn.
"I suppose..." Petunia said, pulling weeds from the small flower bed near the porch. "How long?"
"Oh...I don't know. Two hours?"
"Okay then." Petunia nodded, making Dudley a very happy fat creature.
Harry sighed, and closed the window. "Wish I could go to Ron's..." He said to himself, turning back around to face his pathetic room. Sick of being bored, he walked out into the hall, down the stairs and to the kitchen. He could hear loud snores of a sleeping Uncle Vernon in the den, laying in the brand new, large leather chair in front of the new giant plasma television. The new plasma television everyone was just so excited about during the trip back home from the train station. The four o'clock news was on, a woman talking about the stocks or something. Harry rolled his eyes, and looked around the kitchen.
He opened the fridge, and searched the bottom shelves where the produce was kept (because he wouldn't get in trouble for eating the fruit). Bending over, he opened the plastic drawer and...found himself lying on the floor in pain.
"Hey. Loser." Dudley smirked, taking the apple from Harry's hand.
Harry groaned, and slowly sat up. "Loser?" He asked, glaring at the living tub of lard standing in front of him.
"Yes. You are a loser. Duh." Dudley said, biting into the red apple.
"Really?" Harry asked, slowly standing. He kicked the drawer back in, and pushed the fridge door shut. "I would think you're the loser, Dudley." He smiled up at the ogre.
"How do you think that?"
"Very simple." Harry smiled. He moved his hands to his pocket, and pulled out just the tip of his wand. "You are the loser, because you cannot win. I, on the other hand, can always win...with..." He held the wand in front of his cousins face.
Dudley stared cross-eyed and the wand, and started to whimper. "I'm going to tell mum..."
"Again, why I am not a loser. Go ahead and tell her, tattle all you want." Harry put the wand back in his pocket. "Be the crybaby. The loser."
Dudley squeaked and took another bite of the apple. "Um...I'm going over to Harold's. See ya." He threw the apple in the trash can and ran out of the kitchen. Harry heard the door slam, and laughed.
He pulled the fridge door open again, and grabbed another apple. Taking a bite, he headed back towards his room, when on the television he heard:
"Another thirteen dead in North Hampton. No sign of how they died..." Harry shook his head. "Weird." He mumbled, running up the stairs back to his bedroom.
"God! I'm so bored!" Draco Malfoy groaned, walking down the stairs from his bedroom. "Where's daddy?" He asked Alexis, one of the many servants the Malfoy Manor had.
"He's at a meeting dear." She said, walking past him with the laundry.
"When will he be back?"
"I don't know." She said.
Draco yawned, and looked at his watch. Two hours of summer already, and he had nothing to do. "Merlin, if I don't think of something soon I'll have..." He gasped. "Wasted my summer vacation!" He ran back up to his room. Looking around, he didn't have much to play with. He sat down on his large, green and silver bed, and sighed. "Goyle is in Canada with his Aunt this summer...Crabbe is annoying...Pansy has a girlfriend..." Then it hit him. He knew what he could do...but...it was dangerous. "Its too dangerous." He sighed, and lay down, covering himself with a large, Slytherin throw. "But...maybe..." He grinned. That is exactly what he would do.
Exactly.
"Jenna, where is my father?" Draco asked grumpily, to a servant. He had no way to get there if his dad was gone. He needed permission anyways.
"The Dark Lord called for him." She said while sweeping the kitchen floor.
"Why?"
"I am but a servant, Master. How would I know?" She sighed, moving farther from him.
"Don't give me that. You have to know why."
"Draco, if I told you, I would have to kill you." The old woman smiled, and walked out of the kitchen with the broom and dustpan.
Draco growled, and hit the counter with his fist. Before stomping out, he took a handful of walnuts from a jar and chewed them as hard as his feet hit the floor.
"Helen, why is my father at the Dark Lord's house?" Draco asked yet another old servant.
"I am only but a servant-"
"TELL ME," Draco yelled. The woman jumped.
"Yes...okay...um...Well as you know your parents really don't get along..."
Draco nodded, impatiently. "Yes, so?"
"Well, The Master gets lonely from time to-"
"You're not serious."
"Black?"
"NO!" he yelled. "Are you telling me that my father and Voldie have been..."
"Quite possibly."
Draco blinked a few times, and popped another walnut in his mouth. He quietly walked back out of the kitchen, through the dining room, through the living room, den, guest room, hall, stairs, another hall, some more stairs, that shortcut through the bathroom, his parents room where his mother was sitting on the bed pretty much lifeless, out the door across the hall and into his room. Mansions are fun, aren't they?
"I guess I'll just have to find a way to get there myself...but how?" He groaned.
"Oh really, do I have to?" he asked one of his four lovely black owls. The owl chirped, and Malfoy nodded. "There are only two people who can help me now."