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Harry Potter and the Unexpected Houseguest



Prologue



Draco wondered how long it would take his father to kill him. Of all the stunts he'd pulled in the pass, this one took the cake. He was sure of it. Telling his father he didn't want to be a Death Eater was one of the most courageous, and one of the most foolish thing he had ever done. He had grown up with them all his life. He had know Crabbe and Goyle since he was a year old.

Over the years, he had been to numerous dinner parties with all the Death Eaters. His parents loved to show him off. He was there only son. Lucius was convinced that Draco would be at the right hand of Lord Voldermort when he became eighteen. That was three years from now. Draco thought that if he broke it to his father now instead of then, it would buy him some time to escape. But it didn't. Lucius screamed and yelled, trying to catch him to try and put the Cruciatus curse on him. But Draco had been quicker, and put the Stupefy curse on him. It would stop him, but only for a little while.

Draco was now in his room, packing. He threw the clothes from his closet into his already over-packed suitcase. He locked the suitcase and made his way to the window. That's when his door was thrown off the hinges and across the room with a bang. Draco fell to the floor, stunned. His father stood there, with a look that could have made boiling water turn to ice. Draco sat there, frozen in fear.

"That was the last mistake you'll ever make in your miserable life!", Lucius bellowed, bits of spit flying from his mouth angrily. Lucius raised his wand slowly, taking aim at his only son. Draco closed his eyes, waiting for the last two words he would ever hear.

"Avada Kedr...", he started, before he was thrown against the wall beside Draco with a thud. Standing in the doorway was his mother, hair wild with calm eyes, holding her wand out in front of her.

"Draco, sweetie", she said calmly, eyes still resting on her husband,"I want you to take your suitcase, go out the front door... and don't turn back". Draco ran to his mother, suitcase in hand. "Mother, please, come with me. When he wakes up he'll kill you!", Draco yelled at his mother, tears threatening to fall.

"Someone has to keep him here while you go",she said eyes still on Lucius. He stirred slightly. Narcissa turned to her son. She cupped his face softly with her hand. Then, she did something she had never before. She hugged him for the first time in his life. He had never been hugged. His father thought of it as a weakness. He stiffened a little, but then relaxed and hugged her back. He had kept his tears at bay until that moment. He sobbed into his mother's neck, hugging her tightly against him.

"Go , Draco", she said looking into his eyes." Go and live...for me".

At that moment his father moaned and started to wake. His mother pushed him out the door.

"Go Draco! Hurry! RUN!", his mother screamed as he ran down the hall. He ran as faster as he could. He bounced down the stairs five at a time. He had reached the front door when the house began to shake violently. Rena, the house elf, screamed and dropped the freshly washed dishes. They crashed to the floor. All the books from the bookcases dropped, making thudding sounds throughout the house.

Draco threw open the door and ran down the steps and into the night. He had gotten to the grove of trees just outside his house when he heard an explosion. He looked back to see a green light take over the whole inside of his house. He heard an unholy scream echo from the house and into the night where he was. He fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands. He looked up and saw the green light fade into the darkness.

All was quiet. Darkness enveloped him. He kneeled there, in shock, still hearing the shrill, dying scream of his mother. He slowly got up, knowing he had to leave this place. His father would be looking for him. He ran through the woods, jumping over fallen logs, dodging drooping branches, until he met the road. He held out his wand and heard the familiar bang as the Knight Bus came into view. The doors in front of him opened and the driver came into view.

"Hello there!" the small man said smiling. Draco scowled at him and stepped onto the bus.

"Hey! I know you! Your Mister Malfoy's son aren't ya?", the man asked with a knowing smile.

"I'm sorry, I have no idea who you're talking about", Draco drawled slowly.

"Oh I'm sorry! May I ask what your name is?", the man asked questionly, cocking his head to the side.

"None of your damn business", Draco whispered dangerously to him.

"Sheesh, take it easy, man", the man breathed, clearly taking aback . "Were you wanna go?"

Draco hadn't thought of that. He couldn't go to anyone he knew, they were all Death Eaters or children of Death Eaters. Then, thought of the last person he would EVER go to.

"Privet Drive, Muggle world", Draco announced finally.

"Yes sir", the man said, shifting the gear of the bus into drive. Draco trudged to the back of the bus, suitcase in hand. He sat on one of the beds, setting his suitcase beside it. He took off his cloak and shoes and laid down onto the crisp, clean sheets. As he lay there, almost asleep he decided he would do anything to keep alive. To live, like his mother wanted.

"Did you know that Harry Potter lives on that Drive?"

Draco looked up to the front of the bus.

"Really? I didn't know that...".

To be continued....

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