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Hello fellow ff.net readers/writers. Thank you for taking some time out to read my very first fanfic, I appreciate it immensely. Please R&R as since this is my first fic I could use the positive/negative feedback, and if you have an idea suggest it, if I like it I might use it. Also ideas for spells and other such paraphernalia would also be enjoyed. (If you suggest such a spell or ritual I will give you the praise in my author's notes following the chapter) Happily inform me of any spelling or grammar mistakes. PLEASE DON'T use my original characters without asking me first!!!! And tell me who you are and the title of your story so that I can see what you've done with them. Also this will be a three part fic.

AN: READ THIS FIRST, OR YOU MY WONDERFUL READERS SHALL ALL BE IMBROGLIO (a confused mass). OK now that I've got your attention there are a few things you should know about this story before you start reading. Number one: In this fic Harry is in Slytherin, has been since his sorting. Number two: Harry's best friend (instead of arch rival) is Draco Malfoy. Number three: This story starts pretty much where GoF left off. Number four: Don't be too confused, most of the previous events are the same as JK wrote them. (I will inform you if a certain different detail becomes important) The main things are: Ron, Harry, and Hermione are friends (although Ron didn't like Harry until he saved Ginny's life in second year). Draco and Hermione are friends; he also gets on well with Fred and George. But as to Ron, the two would sooner kill each other, than look at each other. So pretty much the same relationship as the two of them have in canon. Now that I'm finished here, please, read on and enjoy.

Forever and a Day Part One: The Whim's Of Destiny.

By dragonsprincess

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Guest

It was now about three weeks into the summer holidays, and Draco Malfoy had been staying at the Dursley's for a fortnight.

It had been a large battle indeed, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had at first downright refused to let their nephew's best friend from Hogwarts anywhere near their home, let alone live in it with them for the duration of five weeks. But in the end Harry mentioned something about his accused murderer of a godfather, and then something else about him not being very happy if Harry wrote him saying that he bored out of his gourd, and lonely, all because the Dursley's hadn't let his friend over for a few weeks.

Harry knew it was only their fear of waking up with feathers sprouting out of their heads, or something just as abnormal, that had caused them to say 'yes' to Harry's proposal of having another pureblood wizard visiting them at number four privet drive. But he didn't care, he had managed to get his way, and since he had been a Slytherin now for the past four years, getting things by some what foul means didn't bother him at all.

During the first week of his stay, Draco had found Dudley's behavior to be quite odd. He just couldn't come up with a reasonable explanation as to why Harry's whale of a cousin would always grab his own bottom, and leave a room as quickly as possible, whenever Draco would enter said room

"Harry?" Draco asked, after the sixth time that happened. "Is that normal behavior for a muggle boy, or does your cousin have a history of mental illness?"

Harry snorted, and broke out into fits of hysterical laughter. "He's-afraid-that-you-might-do-something-to-him." He said, clutching the stitch that had formed at his side.

"Why?" Draco asked, honestly confused, he hadn't done anything to the boy, not yet, anyway.

"Well," Harry answered, now starting to control his laughter. "The first time Dudley came in contact with a wizard other than me, he ended up with a pig's tail growing out of his but."

Draco now stared incredulously at his friend, as if saying, 'you're yanking my chain'.

"Draco, I'm not kidding," Harry said. "He did have a pig's tail growing out of his ass."

After that, Draco made it a point to mention how, as a young child he had always wanted a pig, but his father hadn't let him. Harry knew that that wasn't true, but still, the look on Dudley's face every time Draco mentioned something about wanting a pig was worth it.

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That evening, Harry received a birthday gift from the Weasley's. The box was really rather large, especially considering the fact that the owl that had delivered it looked like it was on its last leg.

Harry quickly untied the box from the owl, which he knew was named Errol, and carried him to Hedwig's cage to recuperate. He then returned to his bed, where he had dumped the present. He ripped off the letter that had been attached to it, and started reading.

Dear Harry,

Happy Birthday! Sorry, I know it's a bit early, but were going to Egypt to visit Bill, and mum down-right refused to let me use Errol for such a long journey, and there's no way in Hell, that pig could have carried the box.

"Pig?" Draco asked, he had been reading the letter over Harry's shoulder.

"You remember the little owl that delivered my letter from Sirius at the end of third year?" Harry said. Draco nodded in response. "Well, I gave him to Ron. And his little sister, Ginny, named the owl Pigwidgeon, so Pig for short."

"Stupid name." Was Draco's only reply, so Harry just continued reading.

I know the box is big, but there's a little something from everyone in it:

Fred and George sent you some of their trick-sweets. I'd be careful, they sent you some that they just invented, I don't even know what they do, you might just be the guinea pig. We all stopped accepting food from those two a long time ago.

Mum sent you some of her fudge; she also made you a Weasley jumper. And dad got you a subscription to the Daily Prophet; you should start getting it relatively soon.

I sent you a really cool book I found on curses and things like that. When you're done reading it, can I?

I don't know what Ginny sent you; she was slightly giggly when she put it in the box though. I think it has something to do with her not-so-secret- crush on you.

BLOODY HELL! Ginny's reading over my shoulder, and she looks angry!

Bye, Ron

PS: My dad's going to be over at your place in a couple of days, don't worry the Dursley's already know he's coming by, sorry, I can't tell you what it's about, classified information. Ohh no, I'm starting to sound like Percy.

PSS: See you on the train...eeeepp, Ginny please nooooo.

Harry laughed upon finishing his letter. He wondered what Ginny had done to Ron...but his thoughts were interrupted by bits of snickering to his left, where Draco sat reading something, which Harry quickly realized had come out of the box Ron had sent him. "What's so funny?" Harry asked.

"Harry, isn't it a little early for Valentines Day?" Draco smirked.

"What the Hell are you talking about?"

"This." He said, brandishing a piece of parchment that was almost completely covered in little red hearts except for the poem that was written in the middle. Harry's jaw dropped.

Draco smirked, then started reciting the poem in an overly dramatized way, that would put the term 'Drama Queen' to shame.

'"Roses are red, violets are blue,

Ohh, how I know I'm the one for you.

You make me laugh, and I want everyone to see,

That you're the only one for me.

So read this poem and please don't sway,

For I want to show the world our love each and everyday."'

Harry stared at his friend. "Well, at least it was better than the one she wrote for me in second year." He mused. This had the result of causing Draco to start laughing again.

The laughter must have been contagious, for Harry soon found himself snickering.

When the two wizards finally stopped laughing, each clutching their sides, they decided to see what else was in the box.

The book about curses was obviously a very good one, because there were ones in it, that Draco didn't know, even a couple he hadn't heard of.

They then sat around, reading the book and eating some of the fudge that Mrs. Weasley had sent.

After the two of them had completely cleaned out the fudge they decided to do what Slytherin's did best...they were planning how they were going to get Dudley to eat some of the sweets that the twins had sent, preferably the ones that they didn't know the effects of.

After Draco and Harry had formed a few full-proof plans, Draco went and read the rest of Ron's letter. "Harry?" Draco asked.

"What?"

"Why would Weasley's father be coming over here in a couple of days?"

"Don't know."

"And why wouldn't Weasley be coming with him? And what the bloody hell's with all this 'its classified information' crap."

"I don't know." Harry snapped.

"Don't you want to know?" Harry nodded. "Well, let's find out. The letter said your uncle would know about it, let's go ask him."

"Draco, you're too nosy for your own good," Harry glanced over at his bedside clock. "And besides, it's two in the morning. I'm surprised that he hasn't come in here and told us off for being so loud, do you really want to find out what my uncle's like when he gets woken up at two in the morning? Believe me, it's not a pretty picture."

"I guess your right." Draco shrugged. "But were going to ask him first thing in the morning, agree?"

"Agree. Now let's turn in, I'm getting a little bushed."

With that the two Slytherins exchanged their goodnights, and Draco went to the guest-room that the two wizards had managed to 'convince' the Dursley's into letting the blond occupy during his stay.

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The next morning Harry was woken by a loud crash and the sound of his Aunt Petunia's screeching, it sounded like it was coming from down the hall. He rolled over, attempting to go back to sleep...

"You little piece of riff-raff, how dare you do that to me!"

Now this sounded interesting, the only person currently in the home that his aunt would call riff-raff other that himself, was Draco. The curiosity of what his friend had done was enough to get Harry out of his nice warm bed.

Harry slowly opened his bedroom door, just enough so that he could see and hear what was going on, but wouldn't get noticed himself...

"How dare you call me a 'little piece of riff-raff'," Draco yelled angrily. "Do you have any idea who I am?"

"No. And quite frankly I don't care!"

"You should. Do you realize that you just called one of the youngest member's of one of the oldest, and, might I add, wealthiest, wizard families in the world riff-raff, my house is bigger than this entire block. Sorry lady, but to me your the riff-raff.

"I don't do getting woken up at half seven in the morning, let alone during my summer holidays. DON'T do it again. But since you've so 'politely' gotten me up, what's for breakfast?" Draco then flashed that trademark smirk of his, which he had perfected simply for the purpose of annoying other people, especially adults.

Petunia Dursley looked completely scandalized at the fact that this boy, who was a third of her age was attempting to boss her around.

Harry smirked; he always found his best friends ability to order anybody around amusing. His aunt, however, was not just 'anybody'.

"Ohh," Aunt Petunia said sweetly. "What would you like?"

"Bacon and eggs sounds about right."

Petunia smirked a smirk that Harry knew only too well. "Make it yourself! And while you're at it, clean-up this mess you've made." Mrs. Dursley then turned on her heal and walked down the hall. "Get up." She yelled banging on Harry's bedroom door, before continuing down the stairs.

Harry then stepped out of his room, walked up the hall and peered into the guestroom where his friend was sitting on the bed, arms crossed, managing to look both completely outraged, and self-absorbed at the same time. Surveying the pillows, and the broken porcelain ornaments on the floor, Harry could only guess what had happened.

Draco than turned his head and notice Harry leaning on the door-frame with a grin on his face.

"Well?" The blond said impatiently.

"Well what?" Harry responded.

"Does your aunt really expect me to clean this up?" Draco said, sounding every bit the spoiled-little-rich-kid that he was.

Harry silently mused whether or not his friend had ever cleaned up anything in his entire life. "Yes, she does. And you're going to do it too."

"WHAT?"

"You heard me. The only person in this house that gets away with making a mess and not cleaning it up is Dudley. And Voldemort's going to be doing a tap-dance in front of the Ministry of Magic, singing 'I'm a little tea pot', before I clean this up for you."

The two wizards then broke into fits of hysterical laughter when the mental picture that Harry had just created wormed its way into their minds.

"Fine, FINE. I'll clean it up." Draco said after he had regained his composure.

"That's more like it." Harry said with a grin.

Draco rolled his eyes, "Well, how do I do it? I can't use magic like I would at home."

Harry smiled; this was going to be fun.

"Now first," he said in his most condescending voice, "you pick-up your pillow and put it back on the bed..." Draco sighed, glared at Harry, picked-up his pillow and hucked it onto the bed, then looked back at his friend.

"I could have figured that one out on my own."

"Yes, I'm sure you could have. Now you get the vacuum to clean up the porcelain shards."

"What the fuck is a vacuum?" Draco said with a quizzical look.

"It's a machine that muggles use to clean up things on the floor."

"Well, could you get it for me?"

"All right, I'll do that for you." Harry sighed, turning to go and get the appliance. On his way down the stairs an idea occurred to Harry, a very brilliant prank, and a way of having blackmail on Draco. Not to mention a good way of making some money once he got back to Hogwarts.

"Here you are Draco, a vacuum cleaner." Harry said, upon returning to the upstairs hallway. "Now you see that thing on the wall? That's a plug-in, you plug the vacuum into it, and away you go." Harry said handing the machine to his friend, while turning on another small piece of electronics.

"What the hell is that?" Draco asked upon seeing what Harry was holding. "It better not be a camera, because if it is I'd have to kill you."

"Draco, would I do that to you?" Harry said looking hurt. Draco just glared at him giving him that 'yes, you would' look. "All right, all right. No this is not a camera." said Harry matter-of-factly. (Which was true, it wasn't a camera, it was a camcorder.) "It's a power source for the vacuum." He lied.

"Then, why the hell do I have to plug it into the wall?"

"Because," Harry said, doing some quick thinking, "the vacuum has to be plugged into the wall to work. But if you have this around the suction is stronger and you get the work done faster."

"Ohh, OK." Draco said, now getting down to figuring which end of the vacuum you plug into the wall. Mean while Harry was recording it all on tape, now all he needed was a way of viewing it at Hogwarts and he'd have it made.

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When the two wizards got to the kitchen they found two places set for them. When they sat down Petunia Dursley handed them both half a grapefruit. (Dudley was still on his diet, although it didn't seem to be working)

After the grapefruit had disappeared Draco elbowed Harry in the ribs, and Harry interpreted it correctly to mean 'ask your uncle about the letter now'. He just sighed and decided to get on with it.

"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked.

Mr. Dursley looked up from the newspaper that he was currently reading. "What," he growled.

"Well," Harry started. "Last night I got a letter from my friend Ron Weasley, it said that his father would be dropping by in a couple of days, but Ron wouldn't tell me why because apparently it's classified information, and there's always the chance that an owl could get intercepted. But the thing is, well, that the letter said that you would know about it." Here Harry paused, "And well, I was kind-of wondering if you could tell me what it's all about."

Vernon Dursley was surveying his nephew, debating whether to tell him or not. Finally he opened his mouth; obviously about to spill the beans, but unfortunately, at that exact moment a large screech owl flew through the kitchen window and dropped a copy of the Daily Prophet onto Harry's empty plate.

The Dursley's now sat, starring at the newspaper in front of Harry.

"HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO BRING ANYTHING TO DO WITH YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THE ROOF OF THIS HOUSE? IT'S BAD ENOUGH THAT WE HAVE TO PUT-UP WITH YOUR FREAKY LITTLE FRIENDS." Vernon Dursley bellowed.

Harry completely expected Draco to fly off the wing like he had earlier when his aunt had called him 'riff-raff'; but he was to be greatly mistaken. For instead of going off on a tangent about all the reasons why he wasn't freaky, he was polite, and made their excuses to leave.

"I apologize for the antics of that particular owl, their just supposed to drop the paper off at the front door, that one must be new. Harry and I must excuse ourselves, for we have a particularly difficult essay to write on goblin rebellions for History of Magic, we must you bid you adieu." And with that Draco grabbed Harry by the arm, slid the paper off the table and marched out of the room.

"Draco," said Harry once they had reached Harry's bedroom. "What the heck was that all about, you've never been nice to my relations. You threw an ornament at my aunt this morning, grant you it was a tacky thing, but still. The only time your ever nice to people you don't like is either when your talking to your father, when your in trouble, or when your -" Harry paused. "What are you up-to now?"

"Nothing," Draco replied. "Honestly. Did you not notice the head-line on the Daily Prophet, let alone the picture?" Harry shook his head. Draco sighed. "And you call yourself a Slytherin -"

"Well, what did you expect? I thought my uncle was going to flip, well more than he did anyway. I wasn't exactly worried about what was on the front page."

"You should have, look." Draco said, tossing the paper to Harry.

On the front page was a large photo of what appeared to be the Dark Mark, cast over the runes of what must have been quite a nice home. The headline read: 'TERROR IN THE AMERICA'S'. Harry and Draco than started reading the article.

On the night of July ninth the quiet peace of Pontinork - an all magical community, which runs straight along the forty-ninth parallel in North America - was shattered, and panic reigned supreme. For, at around ten thirty in the evening the beautiful home of the notorious aurors, Christopher and Rachel Moon was attacked and destroyed. And through liberal amounts of research by the American Ministry is now believed to be the work of Death Eaters. This reporter does not wish to start a panic; however I feel that I must inform my readers that I have uncovered a scandal involving the British Minister for Magic: Cornelius Fudge.

As you all should know by now, last year the Triwizard Tournament took place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. As a great upset Hogwarts ended up with two champions; Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter. Upon the end of the Tournament in June mages around the world were simply told that Potter won the tournament. But that, this reporter can exclusively reveal was a complete and utter cover-up. The third task of the tournament (which occurred on June the twenty-forth) was a maze with the Triwizard Cup placed in the center. As it would have it, both of the Hogwarts champions, having reached the cup at the same time decided to take the trophy together. The cup however, had been turned into a portkey and when the two boys touched it they were both transported instantly to a graveyard. Although the details of what happened while they were there are still a mystery to this journalist, this I can tell you: when Potter returned to the Hogwarts grounds, he was clutching the dead body of Diggory, claiming that when he was taken to the graveyard the Dark Lord and one of his servants was there. Potter said that he watched He-Who-Must-Not- Be-Named return to his body, and to power. And if that wasn't enough Fudge completely refused to believe the words of Potter, also ignoring any steps suggested to him by Albus Dumbledore, showing complete ignorance towards anything that could disturb his comfortable job. Fudge also decided against at least allowing aurors world wide to know the truth, the deaths of two of the worlds finest may have been prevented if they had known.

To make matters worse, on the sixth, Azkaban was broken, another detail which Minister Fudge denied the world. Now, with his most dangerous and loyal supporters returned to him, it may well be a while before we no longer have cause to fear the Dark Lord.

On a happier note, this reporter can tell you that Arianna and Ben, the offspring of Christopher and Rachel managed to survive by taking a portkey to their aunts. Ben, who is only ten was unavailable for comment, however his fifteen year old sister Arianna, while not happy about it told us this much : '... a lot of it just blurs together now, it all happened so fast... But the one thing I'll never forget are those soulless red eyes... another thing that stands out well was the fact that I managed to catch the name of the Death Eater that was with him, but on that fact I'm going to remain quiet, not out of fear. But simply that revenge is best served cold and all that...'

This reporter sends his sympathies to that family. And believes that the magical community of Britain should be demanding for the resignation of that incompetent Cornelius Fudge.

Carson Paige: Simrons Chronicles, New York City.

Both of the boys were staring at the article in front of them with disbelief. Draco was the first to speak. "Gods, I feel sorry for those two kids. I mean, having to see your parents die, no offense Harry but you can't really remember it that much, those two will remember it as long as they live."

"No kidding, I mean it still hurts for me sometimes. But for them it's an open wound."

Draco smirked. "Well, I almost feel sorry for that Death Eater." Harry looked incredulously at his friend.

"What?" He said.

"Harry, the key word in that sentence was 'almost'. The children of auror's can be pretty vindictive, especially the ones of our generation; after all they've had to grow up listening to their parents horror stories about the Reign of Terror. But I'm sure that Death Eater disserves every torture those two can dream-up."

And with that the two Slytherins broke out into a very sadistic conversation about all the horrible and disgusting things that the Moon's revenge might consist of. But the discussion came to an abrupt end when Draco described something his father had told him he'd once done to a victim during Voldemort's last Reign of Terror.

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Later on that afternoon when the Dursley's went out to celebrate Dudley's birthday Draco decided to go and have a shower. Harry figured there was never a better time to set his plan in motion.

As soon as the water could be heard running, Harry could be seen dashing for the telephone and dialing Hermione's number. Harry decided that if anyone could figure out how to solve his dilemma, it would be the smartest witch in his year.

"Hello?" Came a voice from the other end.

"Hello Mrs. Granger. This is Harry, one of Hermione's friends from school; could I talk to her for a while?" Harry responded.

"Certainly dear, just hold on a moment while I go and get her."

"Hello," Hermione's voice called through the receiver about a minute later.

"Hey Hermione, its Harry."

"Ohh, hello Harry, how's your summer going?"

"Great. Yours?"

"Good. You know I got a letter from Ron yesterday, he didn't sound too happy though."

"Really, why. Its summer vacation, what's there not to be happy about?"

"Well, apparently his twin cousins Aaron and Sara arrived there last week, they're going with the rest of the family to visit Bill in Egypt." Hermione replied.

"Why would that make him unhappy?"

"According to Ron they spent ninety percent of their time with Fred and George. Ron said he thought the twins were always up to something, he was wrong, the four of them were perpetually getting told off by Mrs. Weasley. They even gave Fred and George some ideas for that joke shop they're planning to open."

"OK, but still, why is that so bad?" Harry said, still not convinced. He'd have given his Firebolt just to have some magical family remaining.

"Well, Sara and Aaron are starting at Hogwarts this year, and this was the first time Ron had ever met them. He thought he was finally going to be rid of the twin terrors, but just as he has one year left before he's rid of his brothers, another set of Weasley twins arise to wreak terror on the Gryffindor common room, not to mention the school. But these two will already know all of Fred and George's tricks, and will have seven years to hone their skills, three of which Ron will have too attend with them."

"I still don't see how that's so bad. There's nothing wrong with breaking a little rule here or there-"

"You call what Fred and George do 'breaking a little rule here or there'?" Hermione shrieked.

Harry sighed; sometimes Gryffindors were so short-sighted. "Hermione like I said before, there's no real problem in breaking rules, unless you're doing it to hurt somebody. Fred and George just do it for some meaningless fun. Besides, very few people have ever gotten ahead in life by walking along the straight and narrow; most of them have broken their fair share of rules.

"I'm sorry, but I don't see what Ron's getting so worked up over, Sara and Aaron might not even end-up in Gryffindor, because believe me I'm not the one in my house who thinks that Fred and George could have made good Slytherins. Their definitely smart, cunning, resourceful, and ambitious enough. Although, if they had wound-up in Slytherin house, Snape probably would have had a nervous break-down, or taken a leave of absence. But anyway if his cousins are a lot like the twins they might end up in Slytherin."

"Yeah I guess so. Do you really think that professor Snape would have had a nervous breakdown if the twins had ended up in Slytherin?" Harry could practically hear Hermione smirking.

"Well, lets just put it this way, he finds it stressful enough just having to teach them, but if he had to put-up with all the crap that McGonagall's had too... if he hadn't run screaming from The Great Hall during the sorting if the hat had said Slytherin, he probably would have had a breakdown of some sort after the first few years."

Hermione laughed aloud. "So Harry did you manage to convince the Dursley's to allow Malfoy at your place?"

"Yeah, sure, if that's what you want to call it. I ended up having to mention something about my godfather not being very happy, but then they seem quite willing too allow Draco over. Actually all this talk about family reminds me, guess who else has a little cousin starting school this year?"

"Who?"

"Draco. Says he hasn't seen her in two years though."

"I didn't know Draco had a cousin, how's she related?"

"Through fathers, her dad's Draco's Uncle Dallas."

"I see. Does he have any idea what house she'll be in?"

"He's not sure, but Draco did say that, judging by the last time he saw her either Gryffindor or Slytherin. He said he thinks that she'll want to be in Slytherin, apparently she hero worships him or something like that. But she also has a really bouncy and outgoing personality which could just as easily put her in Gryffindor, but anything could have changed, like I said he hasn't seen her in a couple years."

"Why hasn't he seen her in so long?" Hermione asked.

Harry smirked. "According to Draco, their respective fathers don't get on so well. He said that in the few times he's seen them together it's become an automatic hit-the-deck response. Draco said that whenever they get together, after about five minutes of very forced and not all together polite conversation their pulling their wands on each other. He said that after the confrontation of two years ago Lucius was left leaking swamp slime out of his ears for a week, while his uncle had to bring four ducks feet to work for three days..."

At this point Hermione was dying of laughter. "Are you serious?"

"Deadly. And you know what else?"

"What?"

"Well you know what Lucius Malfoy's occupation is, right?" Harry said with a dubious tone in his voice.

"The one he has at the Ministry, or the other one?" Hermione replied, matching his tone exactly.

Harry smirked. "The other one."

"Yes?"

"Well Draco's uncle is an auror. Talk about your different Career choices, eh?"

"No kidding, my Gods."

The two of them then went off on a rant about how all that came about.

When he had finally composed himself, Harry decided to bite the bullet. "Hermione, could you do me a BIG favor?"

"Sure, what is it?"

"Well I need you to come-up with a way for it to be possible to watch a video at Hogwarts."

"But Harry that's illegal!" She replied disapprovingly.

"Not if you leave it at school, over the holidays and when you finish. And just think we could introduce some of the more critical against anything muggle to the delights of reality TV, FOX network, and the Simpsons. I already introduced Draco to it, and he thinks it's brilliant."

"All right, that's just the television, why do you want a VCR? It better not have anything to do with one of your schemes."

"Let's just say I've created a very funny video tape." Harry said evasively.

"What did you and Draco do to your cousin?" Hermione said, exasperated.

"Nothing. AND YOU CAN'T TELL DRACO ABOUT IT!"

Hermione was starting to catch on. "What did you record Draco doing?"

"Nothing."

"Harry James Potter you are not fooling me for a second, if you want me to spend that much time doing something for you, then you better bloody well tell me why I'm doing it!"

"All right fine. I video taped him doing menial labor, I told him that the camcorder was a power source."

"That's hilarious Harry, fine I'll do it. But I want a free copy of that tape."

"Thank you, Hermione your a goddess!"

"Harry, have you thought at all about how you'd get something like that to work at Hogwarts?"

"Well, I figured that you could get the TV and VCR to draw its power from the magic field around the castle. And instead of wires, you could use unicorn tail hair."

"You've really thought this through haven't you But Harry the things I'd need are liable to be expensive."

"That's all right Hermione, you can take anything you need out of my Gringotts vault, number 711..." At this point Harry heard a door upstairs open. "Hermione, I'd better go. I think Draco just got out of the shower, if he finds out I was on the phone he'll have it out of me what I was talking about. And he won't give-up until I've told either."

"OK, see you later Harry. Either at Diagon Alley, or on the Train."

"Bye Hermione." And with that Harry hung-up the phone grinning like a Cheshire cat. This plot of his was just getting better and better. He then headed upstairs to get some of his holiday homework out of the way.

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Harry and Draco spent the next few days playing prank after prank on Dudley. You really would have thought that by now he would have stopped eating any miscellaneous sweet he found around the house. So far Dudley had become a canary five times, eaten three blood flavored lolly-pops, four acid-pops, not to mention he'd eaten about seven Ton-Tongue-Toffees.

OK, so the two wizards had had to dodge their fair share of frying pans, plates, and even a knife or two. But the laugh they'd get the next time they caught Dudley unawares all but made-up for it.

On the afternoon of the twenty-second, while the two Slytherins were setting up yet another prank on Dudley, this time the treat being one of which they didn't know the effects of, they heard the door-bell ring.

"Answer it Potter." Vernon Dursley's voice came from the kitchen.

"Yes, uncle Vernon." Harry called back. Looking at Draco, he shook his head and rolled his eyes. "Honestly, what are they going to do the day I move out of this hell hole, they wont have me to be their slave anymore." Malfoy just snorted, putting the trick sweet back in his pocket, as Harry walked towards the entry way to answer door.

When Harry opened it his eyes widened upon seeing Arthur Weasley standing there, dress head to foot in wizard's robes. "Well, come in Mr. Weasley," Harry said, making sure that his voice would carry into the kitchen where his relations were sitting watching the TV, and sure enough, barely ten seconds after the words had left Harry's mouth the Dursley's had turned up to greet and keep an eye on the qualified Ministry member.

"Hello Harry," Arthur Weasley said with a smile. "Hello Malfoy," he added upon seeing Draco standing across the room. When Mr. Weasley stepped inside, what Harry had failed to notice came into full view.

Behind Arthur Weasley stood a teenage girl about the same age as Harry and Draco. She was about 5''6, with raven black hair that had been streaked a dark red at the front. The girl was wearing a pair of black, fitted jeans, that were torn at the knee and the thigh, and a tight, black T-shirt with the words 'Terror...Panic...Chaos. My Work Here Is Done.' written across her chest, in very gothic style writing, also your typical cross necklace hung from her neck. In fact, this girl wouldn't have looked out of place at the local high school. The only thing that gave way to the reality that she was a witch was the fact that she had her wand sheathed, proudly in view on the outside of her left leg, held their by a chain-link belt. But, perhaps the most astonishing thing about this girl was her brilliant, emerald green eyes. But also eyes that had a dark, haunted look to them. The same look, that, anyone who cared to notice, would also see in Draco's eyes. Eyes that said all too clearly 'I've seen things, horrible things'.

Mr. Weasley, upon seeing that the girl was not about to introduce herself, decided to break the ice for her. He put his hand on her back and led her into the house. Once she was standing besides him he said:

"Hello everybody, may I introduce you to Arianna Moon."

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Hehehe, a slight cliffy after just the first chapter, don't you just love me?

Who is this girl? Is she the same Arianna Moon that was in the newspaper article? And if she is, what the hell is she doing in Surrey? The answers to all these questions and more in the next installation of 'Forever and a Day'.

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Signing off: Dragonsprincess