A/N: There was a pretty good response to this story so I decided to write the next chapter. I was hoping for more reviews, but the story must go on. I hope you guys continue to enjoy the story.
P.S. I have decided to do quick short 1000 word chapters so I won't tire myself out.
Chapter 2
It was close to thirty minutes when the two finally made it to the Malfoy Residence. Draco walked to the front door and pushed the large door open. The door was a large mahogany color with a dragon knocker at the center. Harry hesitantly walked up the steps to the front door. He was having trouble walking because every other step he would trip on the robe that dragged at his feet. He was much too short for it, it was definitely tailored to fit the taller boy who offered the warmth of his family home to the young Harry.
"Father! I am back and I have brought someone over."
With a quick pop, a small creature with tattered clothing and large floppy ears appeared in front of them. Harry squeaked startled and rushed to hide behind Draco. Too curious, though, he slowly peeked from the side of Draco at the strange creature.
"Master Draco, sirs. Master Malfoy is not home yet."
"Thank you Dobby, could you set the fire place and put out two cups of hot cider in the sitting room?" As he asked Dobby to set the fire he pulled out Harry from behind him. "Harry, this is Dobby our house elf."
"Hello Dobby," said Harry as he hesitantly backed a little more into Draco standing behind him. Harry was nervous to be in this new surrounding with weird things going on. Curiosity got the better of him and he finally asked Draco how the house elf just popped in front of them.
" It's magic Harry-," Harry gasped at the word and cover his own mouth. "Why did you cover your mouth Harry, what's wrong?"
"That word isn't allowed. That word is bad." Harry slowly backed towards the door looking scared, but jumped suddenly when the door was pushed open in his direction. He would have been squashed by the door if he backed away any faster than he did.
"Draco, who is this and why are you standing by the door?"
"Hello father, this is Harry Potter. I offered him a warm place when I found him during my walk around the park. His relatives left him when he was playing, or so he says. Can he stay the night father? I told him you would help him find his relatives tomorrow."
With a contemplative look upon his face, Lucius Malfoy closed the door and put up his robe on the coat rack by the door. He turned to the two boys standing before him and nodded the slightest. Draco caught it and jumped for joy. "Thank you father."
Draco took the robe from Harry's shoulder and hung it next to his father's before ushering Harry into the sitting room where Dobby had the fireplace blazing and on a small table by the sofa was sitting two steaming cups of sat Harry on a chair closest to the fire and grabbed a throw blanket from the back of the sofa placed against the window facing the curtains were drawn, but if you looked out you could see the beginnings of a storm brewing, the rain was beginning to pelt the street with great force. Draco draped the blanket around Harry, who was slowly warming up.
Draco looked down at Harry and observed him from where he stood. Harry is much thinner than him and they are about the same age. He was still shivering even under the blanket and sitting near the fire. Draco walked over the the small table and picked up one of the cups of cider and handed it to Harry. Lucius by now had placed all his items into his office and came to sit in the sitting room across from the two boys.
"So Harry, how did you come to be along in the park at the hour Draco found you?"
"Well sir, you see, I don't get to play much outside. So when my relatives told me that today they were bringing me to the park and I could play for as long as I wanted. I was so excited that they were letting me go, usually they take my cousin and lock me in my room, that I wasn't paying attention to where they were while I played. By the time the sun was going down, I was getting tired and I looked for my relatives so that I could go home, but they were nowhere to be found. So I waited on the park bench and fell asleep until Draco found me and woke me up."
"And would you like me to find your relatives for you?"
"Yes, sir. They might get mad when they notice I am not doing my chores."
"Get some rest for now and warm up, I will tell you when I find them. Draco, he can share your room tonight."
"Okay father, I will show him where it is. Come on Harry, it's this way." Harry put his half empty cup of cider on the table and placed the blanket on the arm of the chair before following Draco down the hall and up the old Victorian style stairs. When they arrived Harry's jaw dropped to the floor in amazement. Draco had a King sized bed pushed to one side near the white rimmed windows that had their curtains drawn the other side of the room was a floor to ceiling bookshelf and next to it was a toy chest and a door that most likely led to the walls and ceiling were painted a forest green while his bed covers were green and silver with some kind of crest on it.
"This is your room?"
"Yes it is. Why? What is your room like?"
"My room is the cupboard under the stairs. I don't have a bookshelf or toys, the books I do have are the ones my cousin Dudley won't read or notice they are gone."
"That can't be true Harry, you don't need to lie to me."
"I'm not lying, it's true." While Draco was showing Harry everything he had in his room and explaining what the broom in his room was for, Lucius was peeking through the slightly ajar bedroom door listening to their conversation. Lucius was taken aback by what Harry said about what his room was like. If that was true then these relatives of his lock him in a small storage room while they go out and have fun. These people are awful, even though he is strict with Draco he would never do something like that to his child. Lucius decided he would take matters into his own hand and teach Harry's relatives a lesson when it came time to it.
Lucius pushed open the door just as Draco and Harry exited the large walk-in closet that had way more clothes that Draco would ever need. The boys were chatting about nonsensical things until he cleared his throat and the two looked up at him.
Without any real emotion showing on his face he said dinner was ready and that they should head downstairs now. As all three reached the dining room, Dobby had set the table with a large roast, vegetables, and some kind of drink that was yellowish- orange in color and had a little foam lining the top.
Little Harry stared at the display of food and quickly went to sit in the corner by the door that lead to the kitchen just as Lucius and Draco took their seats at the head of the table. The long rectangular table was a dark cherry oak and could fit as many as 8 people around it. Lucius and Draco looked in his direction with puzzlement written on their faces.
"Uh, Harry? What are you doing over their? Dinner is ready."
"Um I am not allowed to sit at the table and eat with everyone. I eat the leftovers if there is any."
"Harry you are a guest at my table, you will join us and eat like a boy should. Come take a seat across from Draco."
Harry hesitantly stood in his spot, he waited and measure their reactions to his movement. The only this he saw was them patiently waiting for him to realize that nothing was going to happen and that it was okay for him to come sit at the table like a person should. After Harry seated himself across from Draco he placed his folded hands in his lap and bent his head so he didn't have to look at them. He never experienced this type of kindness before. He always ate in the kitchen where no one would see him. When Harry finally looked up he noticed that his glass had been filled with some kind of juice and his plate was piled with a variety of meat and vegetables.
With expectant looks from both Mr. Malfoy and Draco, Harry hesitantly picked up his fork and ate some of the vegetables. He took a piece of his pre-cut meat and chewed slowly savoring the flavor and the meal. He wanted this to last because he didn't know when his next meal would be if he returned to the Dursley's. After a couple of more bites Harry became full, not being use to the amount of food, and put down his fork. Looking sadly at his still full plate he quietly sighed to himself, he doesn't want to waste this food, but can't eat any more. Harry sits there quietly waiting for the other two to finnish. The other two quickly finish off their last bites and Dobby comes in and begins clearing the table.
"Why don't you boys sip some tea by the fire to warm up a little more and then go get ready for bed."
"Yes father. Come on Harry." Harry gave one last longing look at his plate before Dobby took it away and walked out of the room behind Draco. Harry was pretty warm near the fire, so after he finished his tea he began to give a large yawn that Draco caught. He rose from his chair next to Harry's and shook him to start heading to the bedroom. Draco handed Harry a pair of Pajamas and got ready for bed himself. He brushed his teeth then changed. When he got out of the bathroom, he handed Harry a new toothbrush and watched him enter the bathroom. By the time Harry was finished and back in Draco's room, Draco was lying on one side of the bed waiting for him; tapping the left side of the bed and motioning for Harry to climb up. With some difficulty Harry finally made it atop the very tall King sized bed and settle on the pillow next to Draco. Not five minutes later, soft snores from the left side of the bed could be heard.
Draco huddle under his covers too and turned to Harry's sleeping form. "Goodnight Harry."
Hope you enjoyed the chapter. It's definitely longer than my first one. Please review and follow if you haven't already.
