Harry stretched out on his bed. Draco Malfoy was fresh in his mind. Professer Dumbledore couldn't have been serious right? No, absolutely not. There was no way. He picked up the letter again.

Harry,

There has been a situation. Draco Malfoy of the Slytheryn house is in dyer need of protection. He turned in his father as a Death Eater, and is now under heavy protection. I terribly dislike what I must ask of you, but he has no where else to go. At Midnight tonight I will be personally escorting Mr. Malfoy to your holiday residence. I ask that you and your guardians stay in your living room until such time. I will explain in more detail when we arrive. Thank you, Harry.

Dumbledore

Harry sighed and looked at the clock. 11:47 PM. He supposed he'd tell the Dursley's, just in case. He stuffed his wand in his cloak and slipped it on. He glided down the stairs and into the living room.

"Dad! Mum! Harry's got that Bloody thing on again!!" Dudley screamed.

"Shut up you fat pig." Harry sat in the armchair across from the Dursley's and stared at the fire.

"What are you doing down here, boy?" Vernon asked, looking very calmly to his guests.

"You may want your friends to leave before midnight." Harry said with a smile.

"Why?" Petunia asked nervously.

"Dumbledore is coming, surely you remember him." Harry grinned.

"What?!" Vernon stood very quickly, his face turning a familiar shade of purple. He turned to his guests. "My nephew...he's very disturbed. His school-year care-taker is coming. I'm afraid I must ask you to leave...perhaps you could come by again another time when he hasn't forgotten to tell us such an important detail."

"Oh, and he's bringing a friend. One that's a lot like me." Harry smiled. Vernon and Petunia bid their guests farewell, promising of phone calls in the following days.

"When did you find out about this?!" Vernon shouted.

"Around 7 this morning." Harry looked at him innocently. The fire turned green and two figures stepped out. "It slipped my mind. Must've been while you were locking me in my room and leaving again."

"Ah, Harry, it's best not to point out the faults of others." Dumbledore said softly.

"Yeah? It's usually better to tell me when you're throwing my enemy in my lap." Harry sent a heavy glare at Draco.

"...Draco will be re-sorted with the first years." Dumbledore placed a hand on the silent blonde's shoulder.

"...I see. And why does he have to come here?" Harry asked.

"For the protection, Harry." Dumbledore stated.

"Wait a bloody minute! Where is our say in this? This is our house!!" Vernon stood and growled.

"Petunia..you do recall a conversation we've had in the past?" Dumbledore smiled.

"Yes...Vernon...the boy has to stay." Petunia said heavily.

"What?" He turned to her.

"Sit down, Vernon." She said calmly. He sat heavily.

Dumbledore nudged Draco over to Harry, who pushed over reluctantly. Draco sat lightly almost in Harry's lap due to the lack of space in the chair.

"I don't want to hear that these two were mis-treated, understood?" Dumbledore smiled before disappearing with a loud crack.

"To your room, now! Both of you!!" Vernon exploded.

Harry jumped up and ran towards the stairs. The idea of getting hit wasn't very appealing to him. Draco, still silent, ran behind him. When they entered Harry's room Harry flopped down on his bed. Dudley barged in behind them unexpectedly. He was glaring heavily at Draco.

"Who are you? One of his freaky friends?" Dudley roared. Draco sat in an empty corner and looked up at Dudley. "Why don't you go home to your mum?!"

Draco sat silently. Dudley smiled.

"Oh, the little baby decided to be a big boy and run away, right? And now he's too scared to talk? The worlds too scary for you, huh?" Dudley moved closer to Draco.

"Get out, Dudley. You're too loud, I'm trying to sleep." Harry growled. Dudley turned and walked out, locking the door behind him.

"He has a point you know. Do you have some sort of silencing charm on you?" He looked at Draco and saw him shake his head.

"Just had a bad day..." Draco curled up in the corner, trying to get comfortable. Harry sighed.

"Well, you can't sleep on the floor." Harry went into his closet and pulled out a cot. A blue comforter and pillow fell out behind it. "Get up and help me."

Draco got up and helped him unfold the stubborn cot. Draco put the pillow on it and Harry threw the blanket across it. Harry jumped up on his bed and flicked the light off. Draco placed the backpack he'd been carrying on the floor and took his shoes off. He climbed up in the bed and tried to get some sleep.

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So, what do you think so far? Bad idea, good idea?