A/N: Look, up in the sky! It's yet another HPDM fic! …But it's by me, sorry people. But I must say, this is one of the better fic idea's I've ever had,…I think…hope…, anyway, I'm pretty sure it's at least better then the first one, danke gott. Read enjoy, don't burn my house down, we're still paying it off.

Disclaimer: …I so don't own this, if I did… Draco and Harry would be doing the dirty so fast you wouldn't have time to blink.

Warning: This story is an AU, no magic… And because it's an AU, I might decide to keep Dumbledore alive, just because he's all…wise and stuff…anywho, you have been warned…

-----Potter Mansion, England. Morning-----

You know that old saying: 'Money doesn't bring happiness'? Well, it's true for one Harry James Potter. This boy was young, attractive and rich, but he lacked parents. If Harry could just have his parents back, he would give up all his money. He would live in a cardboard box if he had too.

Young mister Potter could be found sitting at a large mahogany table sipping tea in the most simple of white and blue pin stripe pajamas with his hair in all directions, but that was nothing new. Yawning he put his cup of earl gray down and got up, he had friends to meet in an hour's time.

As he walked up to his room, he barely took notice of the hanging paintings on the blood red walls, or the small cracks in the marble floors. He climbed the marble stairs which were lined with gold, and walked down the identical hallways as he lazily scratched his head, messing up the already unkempt, dark hair. Readjusting his black framed glasses, he opened the door to his room. It was rather plain with two windows and a queen sized bed with blood red pillow covers and Egyptian cotton black sheets and comforter. Quickly getting undressed, he threw on a new pair of black boxers, a clean white shirt and black suit pants and decided he didn't need to wear a tie to see his friends, so he left it on the mantel of his dresser.

Harry walked back downstairs, and picked up his cell phone to call Ron, his best friend. Waiting to get an answer, he sat down, picked up a newspaper and glanced at the main article.

Chinese man in an airplane took a picture of what many people believe to be a Dragon! Will this picture prove all the old myths to be true! For more details, go to page 5.

"What a load of rubbish." Harry muttered under his breath, too distracted to realize he was still holding the cell phone against his ear.

"What's a load of rubbish mate?" Harry jumped slightly at hearing Ron's voice, but quickly relaxed again. Harry grinned some to himself before replying.

"Nothing, it was just the press again. Anyway, I was thinking maybe you and Hermione could meet me at the Café in Diagon Ally." He questioned hopefully.

"Yeah, we could do that. We'll see you there. Got to see you once more before you leave, right?" Ron joked through the phones. Harry rolled his eyes.

"Ron, honestly, I'm just going to China for a week on business. You act like I'm going to die or something."

"You never know mate. I don't trust planes. If we were meant to fly, we would have been born with wings." Harry just laughed at his paranoid friend.

"Come on Ron, what's the worst that could happen? Eating too much sweet and sour?" Harry smirked, "Plus it's a helicopter, not a plane."

"You could crash in the mountains and freeze to death, or burn on the impact of the crash." Ron said seriously.

"Ron, you're never right. About anything. There's a one percent chance of my helicopter crashing and me burning or freezing to death." Harry said laughing a little.

"Fine. See if I visit your grave, bloody prat." That had Harry laughing even harder.

"Okay, Ron. I'll see you and Hermione soon. Ta." Harry clicked the End Call button before his friend had another chance to rant on about his paranoid fantasies. Giving the newspaper another glance, Harry walked out of the dining room with a grin on his face.

"Maybe if I'm lucky I'll get to see a dragon."

END.

B/N: Ah, the end of chapter one. Once again, I was left with a pile of drivel before I fixed it up and it's still barely comprehensible. I had to change almost every sentence! How come I'm the one of us that's still in a school with actual teachers, and all she has to do is a stupid study guide? I guess it just goes to show, I'm better than her. HA! Then again, it also goes to show that school actually works. Stupid school…

A/N: Oh shut up you ungrateful beta, you barely changed anything, and you dropped out of public school way before I did! Plus I got out of getting real teachers, so nyaa, I'm better then you.

End notes: Okay I already have the next chapter written, I just need my horrid evil beta to finish a few touches to it. Draco does come in the next chapter, and yes I know this story probably wont make to much sense for a few chapters, and as my mother said Harry acts a bit like Artemis from the Artemis Fowl series, so yes they are slightly out of character, shoot me. Review please!

BoogieWoogieWonka, ta liebes.