I love Harry Potter, can't take my eyes off it XD

Warning: Contains a little shounen-ai

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The Dursleys had returned a few hours later that day, returning with more gifts for Dudley to play with or enjoy. Harry stared out the window as the three of them got out of the van, shaking the vehicle while trying to get out of the seats. Draco had now fallen asleep on the bed and seem to be in a really deep sleep since there were a few people that came to the door ringing the bell. Most of them were ding-dong-ditch kids, kids who were around the age of six or seven and thought it would be funny to annoy their neighbours during the day.

Harry let out a small sigh and slowly went down the stairs to greet the Dursleys like they told him to, every time they left him alone at home. As much as they'd get in trouble with that, they trusted Harry not to say anything, which he never did. Uncle Vernon took his coat and hat off quickly as did Petunia and Dudley. After Harry took their jackets and whatever hats or scarves they had on. Dudley ran into the kitchen as he always did and sat himself down at the table, apparently forgetting that there was still another person in the house.

Uncle Vernon snarled at Harry, as if to say he won this round. Harry just stared back at him and without saying anything to either of them, went back up the stairs, hoping to see that this dream was real life and that he'd be leaving the Dursleys sometime soon. Plus, he had his birthday to look forward to, since it was tomorrow after all. Draco Malfoy, his new friend and from what he learned from him, was engaged to be married after they had finish school.

"Is it morning already?" Draco said as he yawned and stretched out his arms.

"You've only been sleeping for a few hours. The Dursley's are back home." Harry sat next to Draco as the boy sat up and rubbed his eyes. Harry could see that wizards were just as human as the regular people and could get easily tired just like anyone else.

"POTTER!" Harry jumped at the mention of his name being shouted out by his uncle. Harry went to get up, but Draco held his arm out. His eyes seemed to say he was angry with something.

Draco then left the room and went down the stairs, holding out his wand as he stepped down the stairs with caution. The Dursleys were still seated in the kitchen as if they were waiting for food service, like being in a restaurant. Draco scowled in disgust and made a smug look. Uncle Vernon sat at the front of the table, while Petunia and Dudley had sat across from each other. Dudley seemed to be already eating and chewing down the treats and wonders that they bought from the zoo.

"Where's that Potter?" Uncle Vernon snarled at Draco as he appeared through the kitchen door.

"He's resting, why should he come down? Surely it's only for dinner I presume?" Petunia looked frightened out of her wits and watched her husband's face grow red with anger around his chubby cheeks.

Dudley didn't seem to mind that there was a strange boy, in their house, uninvited and was starting to give them orders like he owned the house. There was a bit of an odd silence while Dudley munched away on a bag of chips, neither parent stopping him from eating the junk food.

"My father should here about this. The mistreatment of my bride-to-be, and learning how I'm not exactly happy with the way this family treats him, he might become sick when I'm not around in the later years. I'll make sure you're all taken care of. My father is part of the ministry of magic and would gladly hear what I've got to say!" With that said, he waved his wand and a whole bunch of cans of food and bags of chips came flying out of the cupboards.

Littering the floor were dozens of bags of chips, canned tuna and corn and a few sauces in jars that were now broken and smothering the once, clean floor. Draco smirked as he left the kitchen and went back up the stairs. Hearing the commotion, Harry was standing outside in the hallway but seemed unsure on what to do about what might have happened in the kitchen.

"Awful muggles they are. Just wait till my father hears about them. I think it's time for us to pack, this place isn't offering much hospitality." Harry was astounded by the way he was talking. He was only ten and he sounded like a politician.

Draco led Harry into the room just as Falcon, Draco's eagle-owl, landed on the window sill with a sharp cry, flapping its wings hysterically. Draco took the rolled up parchment paper that was tied to its foot, untied the string and read.

Draco,

Your father and I are pleased to hear you got there Ok, I wasn't sure if you knew where to go, but we're relieved to hear you're safe. Your father's going to be going by there tomorrow and pick both you and Harry up. As for these muggles, pay close attention to Harry, the poor dear must be trapped within their…house. I was appalled to hear from Dobby that you left in a hurry to find your wife. Hope you have a real good time at Hogwarts honey.

Narcissa

"At least you have my mother's blessing. My father's coming tomorrow to pick us up, he'll drop us off at the train station after we're done buying the things we need."

"I don't have to pack anything do I?" Harry said in concern. The clothes he wore were always and will always be from Dudley, if he stayed there for any longer.

"Well, you aren't exactly required to bring clothes, but if you don't want to be wearing robes for most of the time, I'd pack some just in case. I'm sure it's only the third years who are allowed to wear clothes that aren't Hogwarts-related, but bring some, why you don't have any?"

"It's not that, my uncle and aunt give me mostly Dudley's old clothing. They don't really buy things for me. I only have these glasses." Harry stared out the window for a while, watching the day grow into the night, clouds darkened the skies, telling the people in their homes and cars that a storm was brewing.

"Cheap muggles then. My father hates people who are poor. I'm sure your parents have a bunch of knuts and sickles stashed away in your bank." Harry looked at Draco confusedly.

"I have a bank account?" Draco nodded and continued. "At Gringotts bank. I'm sure Dumbledore's probably got your key. We're too young to take it out on our own so we need a guardian to take it out for us. My father will probably help you take some out. He has a very persuasive manner, my father."

"He sounds like a great man. Hold on, where exactly to we buy wands and stuff?"

"It's hidden. Muggles don't know where it is. It's Diagon Alley we need to go. Loads of stuff, it's where I got those chocolate frogs and candy. It's where we'll get you your wand." Harry felt a little thrilled, like it was an adventure rather then a school.

The night had come and gone. The Dursleys did not dare go up the stairs after what they had just witnessed in the kitchen earlier, and thought it best not to anger the young wizard further. They stubbornly stayed down in the living room, letting Dudley have the couch while Vernon and Petunia slept on the carpet floor, a floor that was covered with chips from Dudley's constant eating. Their snores could be heard from downstairs, but it didn't bother Harry in the least. It was the best night he's ever had in a long time. Not sleeping under the stairs certainly felt wonderful to him.

Draco had insisted that Harry have the bed and he'd sleep on the floor, using a few of the many large and baggy shirts that hung in the wooden closet. Harry, being kind at heart, told Draco to take the blanket from the bed instead, since he was sort of used to having not many covers over him as he would have liked earlier in his years.

The sun blazed and shone brightly, brighter then the moon had and was shining its wonderful glow onto the Dursley's house, shining into the window of the upstairs bedroom that Draco and Harry were sleeping in. It didn't take long for the two to wake up, since Draco's owl kept squawking at his master to wake up for breakfast.

Draco turned uncomfortably and slapped his owl's cage to quiet him down. But by that time, Harry was already up, teeth brushed and hair, combed. His clothing were changed to an original shirt, grey one at that along with a red and white checker-patterned jacket that buttoned up at the front, all the way down. It had short sleeves and a small pocket on the side of it. His pants were again, baggy but did not require a belt that would make him look like a pirate.

Harry adjusted his glasses, forcing his eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness that pierced the hallway of the house. He looked in the living room and noticed the Dursleys still fast asleep. Uncle Vernon was sleeping in an awkward position and seemed to Harry as though he were forced inside a small garbage can.

He gulped as he found the mess of chip bags and canned foods everywhere on the kitchen floor and as an instinct, began to pick the food up off the floor and into their right places, using a foot stool, he was able to put the food back without some of them falling over and out of his hands.

Content with his work of cleaning, he looked at the clock that surprised Harry to a great deal. It had read, ten 'O clock in the morning. Uncle Vernon was definitely going to kill him if he realized what time it was now. Having slept this long must have meant that the Dursleys could sleep better on the floor then they can on a regular bed.

"My father should be here soon. The train is said to leave at eleven." Said Draco as he stepped down the stairs with both his broom and trunk in his hands. After getting down the steps, he went back upstairs to get his owl.

Harry pulled on his shoes and helped Draco by putting his broom and trunk up against the wall, beside the door so that when Draco's father had come, he could just grab it after opening the door. He watched as Draco carried the large and noisy bird down the stairs.

"Darn bird doesn't know when to shut its beak." Draco expressed his anger to the bird by banging on its cage. The noise of the owl awoken uncle Vernon. Harry bit his lip and sort of edged his way behind Draco's back.

"What's all this racket! Shut that bloody pigeon up!" Uncle Vernon had now woken up Petunia but Dudley still didn't stir. Harry's uncle got up from the floor with great trouble as he did and raced out into the hall where Harry and Draco had been standing.

"How dare you! He's plainly an eagle-owl. I wish father would come already, this muggle is nothing but trouble. Come on Harry." Draco opened the door, with great dismay, he found opening the muggle door to be a great hassle.

"Potter, you take one step out that door, you're not allowed to come back, you hear?" Barked his uncle. Harry merely smiled at him and waved his hand in the air a bit while stepping out of the house for once on his own and not when he was being told to go to school.

His uncle slammed the door shut after Draco had his things out of the house and on the pavement of the driveway. Draco straightened out his clothes and let his owl out for some fresh breeze before the long trip ahead. Harry looked around, wondering if it was Ok to be out like this in the open for any other muggle to see. His uncle clearly hadn't thought of that.

"He should be here soon. Though, not sure how he'll get here. It definitely won't be by broom, he'll probably come by with the car." Draco and Harry both leaned on the back of the van as they watched a few cars go by, a street that was usually empty was being used.

"Does your father know my dad?" Said Harry.

"Yes, but very little. From what I know, your father was part of some order of the phoenix, so was your mother. My father used to follow this lord Voldemort guy. Told me he was a nasty man but was afraid of Dumbledore."

Harry was about to ask something when a black, shiny, limo came around the corner and stopped slowly in front of Draco and himself. Harry looked at the ornament that was placed on the hood of the sleek, black car. It was shaped like a snake. A man that was taller then uncle Vernon, came stepping out of the back of the limo, holding a black cane that had the same type of ornament as a head but had a snake's head instead of the whole body like the car hood had.

"Hello, Draco, and a good day to you Mr. Potter." The man had hair that was blonde almost white, draping at his shoulders that were covered in a thick layer of fur while the rest of the long, black coat, was made of a soft and velvety type of material. His eyes were and facial feature was the same to Draco's, only Draco had a more golden look to his hair. His hands were covered with black, leather gloves. Everything except his hair was covered in black. The man held his hand out and awaited Harry's response to his handshake.

"Lucius Malfoy, it is a great pleasure to finally meet the boy-who-lived. Draco's mother has told me about this muggle filth. Shall I take care of them, in gratitude for accepting our marriage proposal?" The man sneered darkly as though he wanted to do damage to something.

"No sir, it's fine. Um, about the letters-" Harry was cut off by Lucius.

"They're arriving right now." As if by magic, three owls, one being Draco's eagle-owl, the other two were a barn owl and a tawny-brown coloured owl, both with envelopes in their beaks.

Draco's owl landed while the other two dropped the letters into both the boy's hands and flew off again. Draco gave his letter to Lucius and helped Falcon into his gold, snake-engraved cage while Harry opened his letter. It was written on parchment paper and was written with ink, possibly the same like what Draco had wrote with.

"Cheap things. We best be heading off now, we don't have much time." Lucius held the back door open for the two of them while the driver got Draco's trunk into the back of the car. The owl got to travel in the back seat with Draco.

"Father, Harry here doesn't have any money. His muggle family don't know anything about it."

"They're not my family." Explained Harry.

"We'll need to stop off at the Gringotts then, driver, would you please turn the speed up?" The driver, a dark looking fellow with greasy hair, much like Draco's and a smug expression upon his face. His hair was a brownish-red.

The driver turned a knob that had numbers above it that were too far away for Harry to read them. A split second had gone by and they were driving past other people at hyper speed, without bumping into anything. The people they were passing didn't seem to notice the car that was shooting past them at a blazing speed. To Harry, it felt like going through a worm hole or going up in space in a rocket.

The owl was flapping its wings the best he could while Draco seemed to have the atmosphere of having ridden in the car before. Then again, this was his father's car and he probably had ridden in it before, so Harry found no theory of why Draco should ever be scared of it by now. Just as long as the driver didn't drop dead behind the wheel. The driver whose name had not been said, looked as though he was a scrawny as a skeleton but still had flesh on his body.

In just a few minutes time, which would be a record breaker in the muggle world, they arrived in front of a corner liquor store. A place that looked as though people would avoid this kind of store. Harry looked in awe as they stepped out of the limo and followed Draco's father into the store. To Harry's surprise, it was a bar. But instead of seeing ordinary people, the occasional-dressed up in black, leather coats or rowdy gang-like people, most of them were wearing robes of some sort and weird hats that made them appear to be palm readers or fortune tellers.

"Welcome, you know I don't have much for kids, don't you Lucius?" The man behind the counter, was dressed with a uniform and a waiter's apron covering only his waist.

"I'm just passing through. We're on a tight schedule, boys let's be on our way." Draco led Harry out the back door while Lucius trailed behind Harry.

They were trapped between the bar and an old brick wall that blocked their way. Lucius passed Draco and Harry and used his cane to tap some of the bricks on the wall. Draco's father stepped back a bit as the wall started moving away. Harry looked on as the wall had made a clear path toward a closed in and very busy street of stores with witches and wizards alike.

There were carts everywhere, packed and loaded with treats of many different kinds, the like of which Dudley would really enjoy. But who was thinking of a fat kid like his cousin anyway? Harry felt the need to relax and let the Malfoy's take over. Lucius led the boys past the stores and stopped at a large building that could pass as the leaning tower of Pisa. It had pillars that were shaped like the building, in a warp sort of way, set on the ground, between and on the sides, supporting the roof itself.

They went through the doors and walked along a hall full of creatures behind high counters. The creatures themselves look just as spooky as the inside of the building itself. Harry walked closer to Draco and asked, "What are these things?" As he asked, one of the creatures snarled at him, revealing a row of sharp, pointy teeth.

"They're goblins. A foul creature, not to be meddled with." Lucius spoke out and stopped abruptly as they were in front of a tall desk that had what looked to be the head goblin in charge, sitting behind it.

The goblin stopped writing on the parchment paper that was in front of him and stared at Lucius with beady eyes. The creature put the quill pen he was using, inside the ink bottle next to him.

"We would like to go to Harry Potter's vault, here is his key. And we will be withdrawing from both my son's and Harry's vaults" Lucius handed the key over, quickly.

"Very well."

A goblin that looked as high as Harry's shin, came waddling down to greet them. He led the three into a dark tunnel, climbing into an old miner cart-like vehicle. Lucius got in first, followed by Harry and Draco. As soon as everyone was in and well-seated, the cart began to move on its own, travelling at a very normal speed, passing large vault doors that were along the wall.

The ride stopped shortly and Lucius and the goblin got out of the cart, along with Draco and Harry. The goblin used the small lantern in his hand to see his way up to the vault and took out the key for Harry's vault. The locks sounded as though it was a large door break-in. As the vault door, opened up, inside sat millions of gold coins. Coins that would send the Dursleys flying to space.

"Guess you're just as rich as us. How much you taking out, Potter?" Harry was annoyed by the fact that Draco kept calling him by his last name.

"I-I don't know." Harry was unsure of what to do until Draco started taking hands full of the coins and stuck them in his shirt pocket, then grabbed some more and stuck them in his pant pockets.

"Father, we're done here, let's go." Draco got into the back of the cart, urging the trio back into the cart. Lucius growled under his breath at his son but obliged with his son's command. Harry was being careful as not to spill any of the coins out of his pockets.

The goblin, a bit taken aback about the way Draco was being a bit rude, continued on with the next vault after locking Harry's vault up with the key. Lucius whacked his son on the head with the tip of his cane, causing Draco to wince in pain and rub his head.

The cart drove them toward the next vault which was surprisingly not too far away up ahead. The lights were flickering at this part of the tunnel for some reason. Like it fit to the Malfoy's likeness. Everything about the family made Harry wonder who they really were. Like the family was a mysterious family that had appeared all just to help out Harry.

After the goblin had opened the Malfoy's vault, Lucius took out a small pouch and handed it to Draco, who in turn took the pouch and grabbed all the coins that the pouch would hold and stuck it inside his pocket. The goblin closed the vault up and they all went back into the cart.

"Take your stuff out, Draco, we're going to be late for the train, which leaves in exactly twenty minutes." Draco's father didn't seem too rush-like, but certainly was stern to his son.

"We'll need trolleys soon." Draco said as he carried his bird cage and broom in one hand and was dragging his trunk with the other. Harry watched Draco's father pulling out his own wand, one that had its own case, and watched as he flicked it at Draco's trunk, causing the enchanting trunk to be placed on wheels.

"Have you been staying with those muggles too long, Draco?" Draco just grunted in response as they walked by a wand shop.

"Harry, do you have a wand?" Lucius asked out of curiosity.

"No sir." Harry followed Mr. Malfoy into the shop while Draco stood outside with his owl and trunk.

Inside was the most dusted of a room that Harry had ever seen. Even the storage closet didn't have this much dust as the store's floor had. On the left of the store, were stored a bunch of boxes and a tall ladder up front. An old man that Harry would guess was around sixty, came closer to the counter and his face seemed to be delighted at the sight of them.

"I was wondering when I'd see you, Mr. Potter. It feels like only yesterday, your parents were in here, buying their first wands." The man took out a small, slender but rather dusty box and took out a wand that was inside.

"I hope this is the one, there you go." The man beamed at Harry as he placed the wand into Harry's hand.

" Well. Give it a wave." Harry waved the wand in the direction of a coffee mug sitting on the corner of the counter and made the mug burst, spilling the coffee everywhere.

"Apparently not…" The old man took the wand back and stuck it back into the box, placed it down and went to get another box.

"Mr. Ollivander, you seem to be losing your sensational touch." Said Lucius and made a rather wicked smile, one that would give Dudley and uncle Vernon a shiver up their spine, if they could still feel it.

"Yes. It's been happening quite often before Harry. I'll be leaving this place to someone else who still has their sense. But apparently, I'm the only known wizard with this touch." The old wizard gave the wand to Harry, who in turn, flicked the wand at a few boxes.

Four to five boxes flew out, one at a time while paper flew out of them as they came out. Mr. Ollivander seized the wand back and put it back into it's place and went into the middle this time. Instead of randomly choosing, he chose one that he seemed to think he knew which one it was. Before taking the box to the front desk, he muttered something under his breath, which Harry didn't catch. The old man took the wand out of the box and handed it to Harry, who in turn took it from the man's hands and held onto it while the lights flickered.

"Very curious, Mr. Potter."

"I'm sorry sir, but what's curious?" Harry was a bit curious himself as to what the old man was talking about.

"It seems, that the phoenix who placed one of its feathers in this wand, seemed to have given out another and only one more. It is curious that you Mr. Potter, should possess this wand, when its brother, gave you that scar."

"What does my scar have to do with it?" Lucius was standing a bit near the door to give the old man and Harry a bit of time before leaving.

"Your scar, has everything to do with it. That scar, is a symbol of having been touched by a dangerous curse. The one who tried to curse you, failed and left only that mark upon you."

"Voldemort?" The old man nodded and continued. "We do not speak his name, but you're right. He owns the wand, that is the wand you have in your hand, its brother. I wish you, the best of luck, Mr. Potter."

Harry smiled at the man and walked out of the store with his wand in his hand and pulled out the letter that his mother left behind. Lucius eyed the letter but didn't say much of it as they neared the animal shop.

"They really outdo themselves, when selling other animals besides cats, toads and owls." Lucius said.

"Owls are the best out of all of them." Draco announced proudly.

"I don't know which one to get." Harry said aloud, looking around at the beautiful birds that were in their cages.

Toads were littered in water in big tanks, while bats hung from their perches. Owls and cats of all shapes and sizes. Harry spotted a pure white owl, sitting on its perch. Its eyes were golden in colour and Harry did read that his mother wanted him to get an owl. Harry pulled out some of the money in his pockets and grabbed the cage in an instant.

"Ah, beautiful, she is. A wonderful choice too, dear boy. Loyal, she is." Said the woman after Harry gave her the money. Draco smirked as Harry walked out with his new pet and followed Lucius to the book store.

A/n: I was hoping to make it that they get to Hogwarts, but I'll have to wait. Won't be long though so please review!!!