Chapter one: Harry's Savior
Draco's PoV-
-Draco quietly stood outside Dumbledore's office, waiting for his father to finish speaking with the headmaster. He quickly stood up as he heard the door click open and saw his father come out looking very grim indeed. He quietly said to Draco that the headmaster would like to speak with him, then he turned and left. Draco opened the door and walked into Dumbledore's room. He saw the headmaster sitting at his desk, stroking his pet phoenix, Fawkes. Dumbledore motioned for him to sit down and Draco did.
-Draco had no earthly clue why Dumbledore wanted to talk to him, unless it had to do with the Order of the Phoenix, which he secretly joined. After they sat in silence for a while, Draco got up enough courage to ask: "Headmaster... Why exactly am I here sir?" Dumbledore smiled and said: "I need to ask a favor of you Draco." Dumbledore whispered something into Fawkes ear and the beautiful bird took flight and soared out the window. Dumbledore turned back to Draco and said: "Something horrible has happened to Mr. Potter. I need you to go and see what has happened." Draco was shocked and disgusted at the same time.
-Seeing the look on Draco's face, the headmaster said: "I know that you are not very fond of Harry right now, but I am afraid that he has been badly hurt, maybe even an inch from death and it would be wise to set aside those feelings and help him. I have all the information on where you should find him. Here is an envelope stating his address." Dumbledore handed Draco the cream colored envelope. "I do not want you to magically get there, as he are dealing with the muggle world and it is too risky so here is enough money to get yourself a cab or a bus to take there. Also, I have told your father that-" Draco didn't want to interrupt Dumbledore, but he just had to ask: "Why can't you go?" Dumbledore looked down at Draco through his half- moon spectacles and said: "I have my reasons Draco, you do not have to concern yourself with that, and being part of the Order now, I would appreciate it if you didn't take this job too lightly. And if you have been worrying about your father, I have told him that you are taking private lessons with Professor Mc.Gonogall about your Transfiguration studies for the rest of the summer. "Professor, why did you pick me out of all people?" Dumbledore sighed. "I can't not tell you the reason right now, but you will learn why later... And like I said, don't concern yourself with that right now, as it will only bring you headaches." Dumbledore smiled and held out his hand. "Lemon drop?" Draco looked down at the yellow muggle candy. "No thank-you Professor." Dumbledore popped the candy in his mouth and said: "In that case, I have given you all you need, now if you take my hand Draco; I will escort you to the bus station."
-Draco sat on the seat of a bus and feeling miserable. He had tried to get a cab, but Dumbledore said that he liked the bus the best. Draco could now really understand why some people called Dumbledore crazy. For this was by far, the most unenjoyable ride of his life. Babies were screaming, people were sneezing on him, and the ride was far from smooth. He saw one muggle girl checking him out. She was wearing a hot pink tank top and some really tight shorts. "Slut." Was the only word that Draco could think of. She would be quite pretty if she wore some decent and sophisticated clothes and stopped giving herself away to everyone on the whole damn bus.
-The rest of the trip, Draco sat and thought about Harry. Merlin, how he hated the boy!!! He was such a Gryffindor prick! Draco couldn't imagine how the boy could get hurt. He probably had protection spells all around his palace, with fans surrounding every corner. That's probably how he had gotten hurt... All his beloved fans tackled him at once. Poor Harry Potter! Everyone worries about Harry Potter! What a horrible life he lives, getting fan mail every day and getting treated like the king of England at home. Getting served by his Aunt and Uncle, hand and foot. But Draco's thoughts were interrupted as the bus stopped.
-Draco, thankfully, paid the bus driver, ran off that God-forsaken bus and looked at his surroundings. He was at the entrance to a neighborhood, and a nice one at that. All the houses were perfectly clean and their lawns were well trimmed and tidy. Draco pulled the envelope Dumbledor gave him out of his pocket and opened it. It contained a single sheet of parchment that said:
Number 4, Privet Drive
-Draco looked up at the street sign. He was on Privet Drive; now all he had to do was find number four. It wasn't very hard, all he had to do was count down four houses and he found it. The house had to be the cleanest and tidiest house he had ever seen. Draco stepped up to the door and was about to ring it, when a voice came from the parchment in his hand. It said: "Don't ring or knock on the door. Draco didn't understand why he couldn't answer the door, a butler would probably answer it, but he did as he was told.
-Draco slowly and cautiously opened the door. He expected to run into a bunch of protection spells, but surprisingly, he didn't run into anything. Draco closed the door and looked back down at the parchment. A map appeared on it. It showed him where he should go to find Potter. The map led him down a narrow hallway and it said to turn right. Draco was now standing in front of a broom cupboard. "This can't possibly be right..." thought Draco. He looked down at the map again. It was right. Draco thought that was kind of weird for a living legend to be in a broom cupboard, but shrugged it off. Draco looked at the door; there were about five different locks on it. "Ha!" thought Draco, "So Mr. All Famous is protected!" Draco unlocked all the doors with the Alohamora spell but he did not expect the scene on which he came across.
-Harry was lying on the ground on the floor of a very small and stuffy closet, drowning in his own blood. The boy was so bruised, cut, and beaten, Draco was surprised he was still alive. He looked like a broken child who was just discarded. Now Draco hater Harry, but he new nobody deserved this. "Who would do this?"
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
-Draco swung around and stared straight into the most fat, ugly, and pig- like man, Draco had ever seen.
"Answer me!"
"I have come to get Potter... What happened to him?"
"That is none of your damn business!!!"
-"What an unpleasant man..." thought Draco.
"Get out..."
"Not until you explain this to me!"
"I HAVE NOTHING TO EXPLAIN!!!"
-Draco sighed and pulled out his wand. "You had better answer my questions..." The fat man looked at the wand, complete and utter terror written on his face. "Why is Potter in a broom cupboard?" Uncle Vernon yelped and said: "That's where he lives." Draco's mouth dropped open in surprise and horror.
"Why does he live in a broom cupboard?"
"He's always lived there."
-Draco's mind was spinning with confusion. Why did Potter live in a broom cupboard... This man, known as his uncle, doesn't seem to like Potter very much; I mean who could... But he is family... They were supposed to treat him like royalty because he is the famous Harry Potter...
"Why are there locks on his doors?"
"So he couldn't get out."
"Why is Potter locked in there when he is bleeding to death?"
"Because we didn't want anyone to see him and we didn't want him getting in the way."
-Draco had just about had enough, he wanted to leave, and now.
"Where are Potter's school stuff?"
"Locked up in my son's second bedroom."
"How does he do his school work?"
"He doesn't. We don't allow magic and all that riff-raff in this house!!! We don't want YOU people ruining our lives."
-The fat man had obviously built up some courage and was now trying to cower over Draco, but Draco was surrounded by tall men his whole life and he was too strong to be pushed down like a dog. Now by this point, Draco was very confused. Where were all Potter's adoring fans and servants? Why wasn't Potter aloud to do his schoolwork? Maybe Potter's life wasn't what Draco had imagined after all...
-Draco was sick of hearing the fat man speak, so he cast a silencing charm on the old prune and shoved him out of the way. Draco went and picked Potter up. He was surprised at how light he was. Draco looked down at Harry's face and gasped as Potter's eyes slowly opened. "Draco?" was all the boy said before he passed out again. Draco, confused, walked out the door, Harry draped in his arms.
Draco's PoV-
-Draco quietly stood outside Dumbledore's office, waiting for his father to finish speaking with the headmaster. He quickly stood up as he heard the door click open and saw his father come out looking very grim indeed. He quietly said to Draco that the headmaster would like to speak with him, then he turned and left. Draco opened the door and walked into Dumbledore's room. He saw the headmaster sitting at his desk, stroking his pet phoenix, Fawkes. Dumbledore motioned for him to sit down and Draco did.
-Draco had no earthly clue why Dumbledore wanted to talk to him, unless it had to do with the Order of the Phoenix, which he secretly joined. After they sat in silence for a while, Draco got up enough courage to ask: "Headmaster... Why exactly am I here sir?" Dumbledore smiled and said: "I need to ask a favor of you Draco." Dumbledore whispered something into Fawkes ear and the beautiful bird took flight and soared out the window. Dumbledore turned back to Draco and said: "Something horrible has happened to Mr. Potter. I need you to go and see what has happened." Draco was shocked and disgusted at the same time.
-Seeing the look on Draco's face, the headmaster said: "I know that you are not very fond of Harry right now, but I am afraid that he has been badly hurt, maybe even an inch from death and it would be wise to set aside those feelings and help him. I have all the information on where you should find him. Here is an envelope stating his address." Dumbledore handed Draco the cream colored envelope. "I do not want you to magically get there, as he are dealing with the muggle world and it is too risky so here is enough money to get yourself a cab or a bus to take there. Also, I have told your father that-" Draco didn't want to interrupt Dumbledore, but he just had to ask: "Why can't you go?" Dumbledore looked down at Draco through his half- moon spectacles and said: "I have my reasons Draco, you do not have to concern yourself with that, and being part of the Order now, I would appreciate it if you didn't take this job too lightly. And if you have been worrying about your father, I have told him that you are taking private lessons with Professor Mc.Gonogall about your Transfiguration studies for the rest of the summer. "Professor, why did you pick me out of all people?" Dumbledore sighed. "I can't not tell you the reason right now, but you will learn why later... And like I said, don't concern yourself with that right now, as it will only bring you headaches." Dumbledore smiled and held out his hand. "Lemon drop?" Draco looked down at the yellow muggle candy. "No thank-you Professor." Dumbledore popped the candy in his mouth and said: "In that case, I have given you all you need, now if you take my hand Draco; I will escort you to the bus station."
-Draco sat on the seat of a bus and feeling miserable. He had tried to get a cab, but Dumbledore said that he liked the bus the best. Draco could now really understand why some people called Dumbledore crazy. For this was by far, the most unenjoyable ride of his life. Babies were screaming, people were sneezing on him, and the ride was far from smooth. He saw one muggle girl checking him out. She was wearing a hot pink tank top and some really tight shorts. "Slut." Was the only word that Draco could think of. She would be quite pretty if she wore some decent and sophisticated clothes and stopped giving herself away to everyone on the whole damn bus.
-The rest of the trip, Draco sat and thought about Harry. Merlin, how he hated the boy!!! He was such a Gryffindor prick! Draco couldn't imagine how the boy could get hurt. He probably had protection spells all around his palace, with fans surrounding every corner. That's probably how he had gotten hurt... All his beloved fans tackled him at once. Poor Harry Potter! Everyone worries about Harry Potter! What a horrible life he lives, getting fan mail every day and getting treated like the king of England at home. Getting served by his Aunt and Uncle, hand and foot. But Draco's thoughts were interrupted as the bus stopped.
-Draco, thankfully, paid the bus driver, ran off that God-forsaken bus and looked at his surroundings. He was at the entrance to a neighborhood, and a nice one at that. All the houses were perfectly clean and their lawns were well trimmed and tidy. Draco pulled the envelope Dumbledor gave him out of his pocket and opened it. It contained a single sheet of parchment that said:
Number 4, Privet Drive
-Draco looked up at the street sign. He was on Privet Drive; now all he had to do was find number four. It wasn't very hard, all he had to do was count down four houses and he found it. The house had to be the cleanest and tidiest house he had ever seen. Draco stepped up to the door and was about to ring it, when a voice came from the parchment in his hand. It said: "Don't ring or knock on the door. Draco didn't understand why he couldn't answer the door, a butler would probably answer it, but he did as he was told.
-Draco slowly and cautiously opened the door. He expected to run into a bunch of protection spells, but surprisingly, he didn't run into anything. Draco closed the door and looked back down at the parchment. A map appeared on it. It showed him where he should go to find Potter. The map led him down a narrow hallway and it said to turn right. Draco was now standing in front of a broom cupboard. "This can't possibly be right..." thought Draco. He looked down at the map again. It was right. Draco thought that was kind of weird for a living legend to be in a broom cupboard, but shrugged it off. Draco looked at the door; there were about five different locks on it. "Ha!" thought Draco, "So Mr. All Famous is protected!" Draco unlocked all the doors with the Alohamora spell but he did not expect the scene on which he came across.
-Harry was lying on the ground on the floor of a very small and stuffy closet, drowning in his own blood. The boy was so bruised, cut, and beaten, Draco was surprised he was still alive. He looked like a broken child who was just discarded. Now Draco hater Harry, but he new nobody deserved this. "Who would do this?"
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
-Draco swung around and stared straight into the most fat, ugly, and pig- like man, Draco had ever seen.
"Answer me!"
"I have come to get Potter... What happened to him?"
"That is none of your damn business!!!"
-"What an unpleasant man..." thought Draco.
"Get out..."
"Not until you explain this to me!"
"I HAVE NOTHING TO EXPLAIN!!!"
-Draco sighed and pulled out his wand. "You had better answer my questions..." The fat man looked at the wand, complete and utter terror written on his face. "Why is Potter in a broom cupboard?" Uncle Vernon yelped and said: "That's where he lives." Draco's mouth dropped open in surprise and horror.
"Why does he live in a broom cupboard?"
"He's always lived there."
-Draco's mind was spinning with confusion. Why did Potter live in a broom cupboard... This man, known as his uncle, doesn't seem to like Potter very much; I mean who could... But he is family... They were supposed to treat him like royalty because he is the famous Harry Potter...
"Why are there locks on his doors?"
"So he couldn't get out."
"Why is Potter locked in there when he is bleeding to death?"
"Because we didn't want anyone to see him and we didn't want him getting in the way."
-Draco had just about had enough, he wanted to leave, and now.
"Where are Potter's school stuff?"
"Locked up in my son's second bedroom."
"How does he do his school work?"
"He doesn't. We don't allow magic and all that riff-raff in this house!!! We don't want YOU people ruining our lives."
-The fat man had obviously built up some courage and was now trying to cower over Draco, but Draco was surrounded by tall men his whole life and he was too strong to be pushed down like a dog. Now by this point, Draco was very confused. Where were all Potter's adoring fans and servants? Why wasn't Potter aloud to do his schoolwork? Maybe Potter's life wasn't what Draco had imagined after all...
-Draco was sick of hearing the fat man speak, so he cast a silencing charm on the old prune and shoved him out of the way. Draco went and picked Potter up. He was surprised at how light he was. Draco looked down at Harry's face and gasped as Potter's eyes slowly opened. "Draco?" was all the boy said before he passed out again. Draco, confused, walked out the door, Harry draped in his arms.
