A/N: Ok guys, I did a big-huge revise; the story is still the same. But I
didn't like where Draco's character was going, so I changed it. I also
added some things that will make the story stronger. This will be the story
out line from now on! Sorry for any confusion!!
A bug thanks to the reviewers! You guys are what keeps me going!
Disclaimer Notice: I do not own any of the characters, those belong to Queen Rowling, but the plot is all mine!!
Any speech in Italics is the person's inner thought.
Chapter 1
With only one week until Harry Potter went back to school for his sixth year at Hogwarts, the only thing on his mind were the events of his fifth year; His godfather's death, Dumbledore's news, and the last things that the members of The Order had said to the Dursley's
(Flashback) A/N: All of flashback is last paragraphs of OotP, by J.K. Rowling. There added for effect, I did not write the flashback!
..."Ah, Harry!" said Mr. Weasley, turning from Hermione's parents, whom he had been greeting enthusiastically, and who were taking it in turns to hug Hermione. "Well – shall we do it then?"
Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur," said Moody He and Mr. Weasley took the lead across the station toward the place where the Dursleys stood, apparently rooted to the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group.
"Good afternoon", said Mr. Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt right in front of him. As Mr. Weasley had single handedly demolished most of the Dursleys' living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr. Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed. She kept glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant, a feat at which he was failing extravagantly.
"We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry." Said Mr. Weasley, still smiling.
"Yeah," growled Moody, "About how he's treated when he's at your place."
Uncle Vernon's mustache seemed top bristle with indignation. Possibly because the bowler hat gave him the entirely mistaken impression that he was dealing with a kindred spirit, he addressed himself to Moody.
"I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house-"
"I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley." Growled Moody.
"Anyway, that's not that point, "interjected Tonks, whose pink hail seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more that all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her, "The point is, if we find out that you've been horrible to Harry-" "-And make no mistake, we'll hear about It.," added Lupin pleasantly.
"Yes," said Mr. Weasley, "even if you don't let Harry use the fellyphone-"
"Telephone." Whispered Hermione
"Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to," said Moody.
Uncle Vernon swelled ominously. His sense of outrage seemed to outweigh even his fear of this bunch of oddballs.
"Are you threatening me, sir?" he said, so loudly, that passerby actually turned to stare.
"Yes I am," said Moody, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.
"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.
"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinister revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with the luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."
He turned away from Uncle Vernon to survey Harry. "So, Potter...give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along..."
Bye, then Potter," said Moody, grasping Harry's shoulder for a moment with a gnarled hand.
"Take care Harry," said Lupin quietly. "Keep in touch."
(End of flashback)
There he sat, remembering all the things that they had said to the Dursley's. How loyal they had all been. How they were trying to make life easier for Harry. But in some way, they failed. Harry felt more alone then ever before.
The Dursley's had been treating him a lot better, and they left him to himself, rather then enslaving him to be the cookie plate holder after dinner. Harry had kept in touch, every two days, but asked just to write to his friends for the last week. It was very late, and Harry could do nothing but think of how much he hated himself. Of course, this coming from what had happened last year in the Ministry of Magic. He kept thinking about Sirius. About the life they could have had together. Living with his dad's best friend, almost like having a real father, right in his grasp.
He seldom wept, but felt like he had let his father down, for being the reason of his godfather's death. He felt alone, desperate, and just wanted to sit in his room forever. Ron had kept in touch quite well, and his brothers, Fred and George, were doing an incredible job on their joke shop. Hermione had written, but seemed to be very worried about her O.W.L. results, which should be coming any day now. But Harry didn't care about letters anymore, or presents. He wanted his parents; he wanted his godfather. But the worst part about dwelling on things that make you upset, is how angry you can get for feeling sorry for yourself. Harry knew it all too well.
So because he had wished to change everything once again, he was furious with himself for being so pathetic. Harry tried to talk himself out of it.I If I hadn't gone to the Ministry of Magic, then I wouldn't have made Voldemort go there; the Minister of Magic himself wouldn't have come out of his denial hole in the ground, and accepted the fact that Voldemort had returned./I Probably the best reason Harry had for himself would be Dumbledore. Would Dumbledore have ever told him the prophecy? Would he ever have known that it was either Voldemort or himself, which could live? Harry knew that day would come. Not today though. He would think to himself.
But every time he reasoned himself out of self-pity, his eyes began to swell, his vision would get blurry, and then he spoke out loud, "I just w-want my godfather back." Barely getting the words out, his face began to hurt from holding back his tears, and he began to shake his head, thinking to himself,
INot again Harry, get a hold of yourself./I Harry put his head into a pillow, and continued to stare at the ceiling for another long night.
Another boy was troubled that night, eating dinner with his parents, in a manor, far away.
IOne more week, and I'll be back in that hellhole they call a school./I Draco thought to himself. Draco sat there, inflamed at the very thought of the school. "The place is filled with such filth!" Draco said.
"I understand son, but what would you have me do?" Lucius said. "I can't withdraw you, not with you on the verge of your N.E.W.T.'s and two years left."
"Your father's right Draco, you'll have to deal with it, the way you always have." Narcissa added.
"But Potter insults me with every breath he has left in his body!" Draco growled. "I'm even beginning to think that Snape in on his side too. I mean think about it, Potter can say anything he wants to me, and Snape takes away stupid house points."
"Well, what else can he do, Severus is a teacher, and to do anything violent would cost him his job, and blow his cover as a death-eater. Besides it's not like you don't provoke Potter." Lucius added while rolling his eyes.
"I thought at least my own parents would be on my side!" Draco spat. "It's like you two don't give a rats about Potter." Draco said.
"It's not that son, Potter is, what's the word...depressed. He lost his godfather, and is in mental peril." Lucius said with a smile.
"How do you know?" Draco asked
"It's rather obvious isn't it, a sixteen year old boy, parents are dead, and he found out he had a godfather, only to find that two years later he dies, and he himself was responsible. At least that's what he thinks." Narcissa said.
"That's right, I forgot about your cousin mum...Black, isn't it? What IS he Potter suppose to think, did he kill his godfather?"
"Well---honestly Draco I thought you knew all this, what have you been doing all summer?" Lucius asked
"He's been with that Parkinson girl, you know the one with the high voice." Narcissa said annoyed, rubbing her temples.
"You were saying father." Draco said loudly
"Well, Bellatrix was the one to actually killed Sirius, but if Potter hadn't been tricked by the Dark Lords mind trap, Potter nor his friends, nor Sirius would have ever been there in the first place." Lucius said.
Draco put down his fork and started to think, Iso Potter thinks he's responsible, that's perfect!/I Draco looked at his father.
"I'm quite full, I'm going to bed." Draco nodded to his parents. He went back to his room, and was re-thinking everything that he just heard.I That's why my parents have been acting so weird. They know that Potter is unstable. Well potter, looks like you're going to have a fantastic school year.i/
Draco turned on his side, and fell asleep with, perhaps, the biggest smile he had worn all summer.
A bug thanks to the reviewers! You guys are what keeps me going!
Disclaimer Notice: I do not own any of the characters, those belong to Queen Rowling, but the plot is all mine!!
Any speech in Italics is the person's inner thought.
Chapter 1
With only one week until Harry Potter went back to school for his sixth year at Hogwarts, the only thing on his mind were the events of his fifth year; His godfather's death, Dumbledore's news, and the last things that the members of The Order had said to the Dursley's
(Flashback) A/N: All of flashback is last paragraphs of OotP, by J.K. Rowling. There added for effect, I did not write the flashback!
..."Ah, Harry!" said Mr. Weasley, turning from Hermione's parents, whom he had been greeting enthusiastically, and who were taking it in turns to hug Hermione. "Well – shall we do it then?"
Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur," said Moody He and Mr. Weasley took the lead across the station toward the place where the Dursleys stood, apparently rooted to the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group.
"Good afternoon", said Mr. Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt right in front of him. As Mr. Weasley had single handedly demolished most of the Dursleys' living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned a deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr. Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed. She kept glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant, a feat at which he was failing extravagantly.
"We thought we'd just have a few words with you about Harry." Said Mr. Weasley, still smiling.
"Yeah," growled Moody, "About how he's treated when he's at your place."
Uncle Vernon's mustache seemed top bristle with indignation. Possibly because the bowler hat gave him the entirely mistaken impression that he was dealing with a kindred spirit, he addressed himself to Moody.
"I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house-"
"I expect what you're not aware of would fill several books, Dursley." Growled Moody.
"Anyway, that's not that point, "interjected Tonks, whose pink hail seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more that all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her, "The point is, if we find out that you've been horrible to Harry-" "-And make no mistake, we'll hear about It.," added Lupin pleasantly.
"Yes," said Mr. Weasley, "even if you don't let Harry use the fellyphone-"
"Telephone." Whispered Hermione
"Yeah, if we get any hint that Potter's been mistreated in any way, you'll have us to answer to," said Moody.
Uncle Vernon swelled ominously. His sense of outrage seemed to outweigh even his fear of this bunch of oddballs.
"Are you threatening me, sir?" he said, so loudly, that passerby actually turned to stare.
"Yes I am," said Moody, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly.
"And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated?" barked Uncle Vernon.
"Well..." said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinister revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with the luggage trolley. "Yes, I'd have to say you do, Dursley."
He turned away from Uncle Vernon to survey Harry. "So, Potter...give us a shout if you need us. If we don't hear from you for three days in a row, we'll send someone along..."
Bye, then Potter," said Moody, grasping Harry's shoulder for a moment with a gnarled hand.
"Take care Harry," said Lupin quietly. "Keep in touch."
(End of flashback)
There he sat, remembering all the things that they had said to the Dursley's. How loyal they had all been. How they were trying to make life easier for Harry. But in some way, they failed. Harry felt more alone then ever before.
The Dursley's had been treating him a lot better, and they left him to himself, rather then enslaving him to be the cookie plate holder after dinner. Harry had kept in touch, every two days, but asked just to write to his friends for the last week. It was very late, and Harry could do nothing but think of how much he hated himself. Of course, this coming from what had happened last year in the Ministry of Magic. He kept thinking about Sirius. About the life they could have had together. Living with his dad's best friend, almost like having a real father, right in his grasp.
He seldom wept, but felt like he had let his father down, for being the reason of his godfather's death. He felt alone, desperate, and just wanted to sit in his room forever. Ron had kept in touch quite well, and his brothers, Fred and George, were doing an incredible job on their joke shop. Hermione had written, but seemed to be very worried about her O.W.L. results, which should be coming any day now. But Harry didn't care about letters anymore, or presents. He wanted his parents; he wanted his godfather. But the worst part about dwelling on things that make you upset, is how angry you can get for feeling sorry for yourself. Harry knew it all too well.
So because he had wished to change everything once again, he was furious with himself for being so pathetic. Harry tried to talk himself out of it.I If I hadn't gone to the Ministry of Magic, then I wouldn't have made Voldemort go there; the Minister of Magic himself wouldn't have come out of his denial hole in the ground, and accepted the fact that Voldemort had returned./I Probably the best reason Harry had for himself would be Dumbledore. Would Dumbledore have ever told him the prophecy? Would he ever have known that it was either Voldemort or himself, which could live? Harry knew that day would come. Not today though. He would think to himself.
But every time he reasoned himself out of self-pity, his eyes began to swell, his vision would get blurry, and then he spoke out loud, "I just w-want my godfather back." Barely getting the words out, his face began to hurt from holding back his tears, and he began to shake his head, thinking to himself,
INot again Harry, get a hold of yourself./I Harry put his head into a pillow, and continued to stare at the ceiling for another long night.
Another boy was troubled that night, eating dinner with his parents, in a manor, far away.
IOne more week, and I'll be back in that hellhole they call a school./I Draco thought to himself. Draco sat there, inflamed at the very thought of the school. "The place is filled with such filth!" Draco said.
"I understand son, but what would you have me do?" Lucius said. "I can't withdraw you, not with you on the verge of your N.E.W.T.'s and two years left."
"Your father's right Draco, you'll have to deal with it, the way you always have." Narcissa added.
"But Potter insults me with every breath he has left in his body!" Draco growled. "I'm even beginning to think that Snape in on his side too. I mean think about it, Potter can say anything he wants to me, and Snape takes away stupid house points."
"Well, what else can he do, Severus is a teacher, and to do anything violent would cost him his job, and blow his cover as a death-eater. Besides it's not like you don't provoke Potter." Lucius added while rolling his eyes.
"I thought at least my own parents would be on my side!" Draco spat. "It's like you two don't give a rats about Potter." Draco said.
"It's not that son, Potter is, what's the word...depressed. He lost his godfather, and is in mental peril." Lucius said with a smile.
"How do you know?" Draco asked
"It's rather obvious isn't it, a sixteen year old boy, parents are dead, and he found out he had a godfather, only to find that two years later he dies, and he himself was responsible. At least that's what he thinks." Narcissa said.
"That's right, I forgot about your cousin mum...Black, isn't it? What IS he Potter suppose to think, did he kill his godfather?"
"Well---honestly Draco I thought you knew all this, what have you been doing all summer?" Lucius asked
"He's been with that Parkinson girl, you know the one with the high voice." Narcissa said annoyed, rubbing her temples.
"You were saying father." Draco said loudly
"Well, Bellatrix was the one to actually killed Sirius, but if Potter hadn't been tricked by the Dark Lords mind trap, Potter nor his friends, nor Sirius would have ever been there in the first place." Lucius said.
Draco put down his fork and started to think, Iso Potter thinks he's responsible, that's perfect!/I Draco looked at his father.
"I'm quite full, I'm going to bed." Draco nodded to his parents. He went back to his room, and was re-thinking everything that he just heard.I That's why my parents have been acting so weird. They know that Potter is unstable. Well potter, looks like you're going to have a fantastic school year.i/
Draco turned on his side, and fell asleep with, perhaps, the biggest smile he had worn all summer.