(A/N): Um, right now I'm taking a bit of a break from some of my stories. At the moment it looks like I won't have time to update again until after school starts in August. Hopefully, that won't be the case.

As for Draco hurting Harry...who knows? Oh yeah, unforgivable curse caster, thanks so much for the suggestion and your absolutely right, but nobody says he'll stay that way for long hmm:P Your names are so wonderful! Thanks for reading and please review!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own nothing. If I was J.K. i would difitently hafe beter gremmar n speling. :33 LOL!

Scene: Draco's office in one of his many estates

"What did you find out about him?" Draco drawled.

Crabbe stepped forward, "Harry lives in Surrey in a house with his uncle about 50 miles from here, Privet Drive. His uncle happens to be one of the people who owes us 30,000 pounds and today the payment is due."

An evil smirk spread across Draco's lips and he said, "Well bring the man in at once." Silently he added, 'Harry I told you it wasn't over.'

Draco quickly schooled his featured as his office door opened and an overly obese man was shoved in. Vernon Dursley tenderly nursed his broken ribs with his sprained fingers. Upon seeing the Malfoy heir, the elder man froze in fear.

"Please Draco, just give me one more week and I'll have your money."

The blond leader of the Red Dragon gang blanched at the sniveling mass in front of him. "I've given you two extensions already, and I am not known for my patience. It's already two weeks late. Pay up or say goodbye to your hands. I'll give you another day and forget about walking."

By then Draco had opened his favorite switchblade and had it pressed against Vernon's wrist, and smiled sadistically as Vernon screamed.

The usually towering man cowered on the floor terrified, "Draco I did try my best, please give me another chance!"

Draco smirked, loving how the oblivious man just made his plan easier. "I've heard about your nephew, Harry Potter. I'm in a good mood today so what about you give Harry to me and we forget about the money you owe me."

The tub o' lard's fat jiggled as Vernon nodded vigorously. "Oh please take him. He's a freak anyway, all he's good for is a good punching bag," Dursley commented, but he failed to see Draco's eyes flash dangerously.

Instead of blowing the situation out of whack, Draco forced a smirk on his face. "You beat him often?"

"No, he deserves more, but I've only done it a handful of times. Like last night, coming in at that ungodly hour, he had it coming to him."

Draco grimaced, knowing exactly why he was late but smiled tightly at the bulky man. "Fine I'll take him off your hands. Just sign this paper saying that Harry belongs to me now and you will have nothing to do with him anymore."

"Yes, yes!" Vernon greedily signed it.

Draco instantly sneered at the man, "Get the fuck out, if I see you again..." he left the sentence open for Dursley's imagination.

The man got the clue and hauled his potbelly up before leaving the room.

"Boss?" Crabbe and Goyle questioned.

Draco shot his old friends a small smile, "Have fun boys, but don't kill him."

The pair gave small groans of protest, but nevertheless followed the oblivious Dursley out.

Draco went through the manila folder once again.

Name: Harry Potter

Age: 18 years old

School: Senior at Hogwarts High School

Financial Sit: Middle Class, lives with his Uncle

Family: Vernon Dursley, Petunia Evans-Dursley, Dudley Dursley

NOTE: Petunia and Dudley left Vernon.

The blond smirked as he dropped the folder back on his cherry wood desk. "You will be seeing a lot of me," he thought aloud, wondering if it was ever too late to go back to school.