Thank you to all my reviewers; I love you all. So I meant for this chapter to be posted on Thursday night but due to multiple naps, prom dress shopping, and getting lost while cruising I've had to put off writing; basically what I'm saying is that I have the attention span of a fly and I was having problems focusing . So here is the next chapter yay.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

Stuck in the Attic

"James, are the walls suppose to move?" Lily's voice floated towards her dozing husband. She stood by the rich wooden door of their bedroom; her eyes where heavy with confusion.

"What?" James's voice was muffled by the pillow he had hugged to his head when his wife had entered the room, and flipped on the over head light.

"The walls," Lily placed an elegant hand on the nearest wall; enhancing her point, "moved. One second I was on my way to the library and the next I was staring at a portrait of your overly depressing cousin Lucille."

"I never liked Lucille. She broke my toy boat." The pillow, still over James head, was the only protection the minister had to his wife's death glare.

"I will speak slow and with little words then and see if I can't get my point through your thick head. The walls of our house are moving around. Now that is not a normal thing, even in the wizarding world." Lily was speaking in a slow deliberate tone; one which was normal reserved for small children. "So, we need to find out what is causing our walls to move. Who should we ask.?" Lily paused and looked over at her husband, watching the dots starting to connect.

"Dumbledore?" The answer was hesitant; James had finally given up his loving pillow to look at his wife.

"Very good. Now get your lazy arse out of bed and floo over to Hogwarts and ask him." Smiling sweetly Lily left her husband in the room to get dress and go talk with the headmaster.

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Outside Potter Manor stood a very annoyed dragon. The manor was large and well kept, it shown with the light of a happy home that held a loving family; and Draco hated. The young Malfoy heir couldn't stand the small flaws he could see all over the grounds, such as the random placement of flowers and a few fallen tree branches scattered on the slightly to high grass, or how the sun seemed to shine brighter then normal over the grounds, putting him at higher risk to burn his lovely pale skin.

Grimacing, Draco took a small step towards the front door, followed by another and another and anther; until he reached the large wooden door. Raising a pale fist towards the door he knock once, and waited. A mere second pasted before the door slammed open and a pair of redheaded brothers glared at the pale boy.

"Malfoy." The peer said in deadpan voices.

"Potters." Draco said; matching the twins fierce glares. "I believe Nakisha is expecting me."

"She's in dad's study." Jackson answered.

"She told us to wait for you here." Leon fished, a lop-sided grin rested on his face as he thought of the pretty reporter.

"And I can see she has the Wonder Twins ensnared by her deadly charm. Lead on then to your...waiting idol." He stepped into the house as he spoke; feeling the twin's glares on his back once more Draco couldn't bring himself to care. He didn't want to be here so he might as well mock Dumbledore's golden boys.

The grouped walked through the house at a brisk speed, the rivals wanting to spend as little time in each other's present as possible. Draco took in the house as they moved through it; wanting to note anything that might interest his father. As much as he loathed the outside of the manor, he found he loved the interior. The house has elegantly put together; each picture hung in the perfect place, all the furniture arranged attractively; all in all the Slytherin prince was shocked, having expect to be trapped in something along the line of an over-done hole in the wall.

"This is dad's study." Leon gestured Draco into the room with a harsh movement full of annoyance. Shooting a smirk at the twins Draco entered the room and found himself staring at his cousin.

"What the hell did you do to your hair?" Draco demanded of Nakisha. Looking up from the from her 'Modern Witch' magazine, Nakisha smiled prettily at her cousin. Standing up slowly she walked over and kissed him on his smooth cheek. The Potter twins looked with jealousy before they turned a fled away; to do more interesting things.

"You don't like it? I thought it would set me apart from the other bottle blonds." Nakisha's voice was smooth and soft as she spoke to her cousin, not even noticing that the twins had come and gone.

"But you're a natural blond." Draco was tugging harshly on a strand of dark brown hair.

"And how would they know that. I mean everyone of those skinny 'blond' sluts I call my co-workers claims to be a 'natural blond'. And don't say your little 'You're a Malfoy and every Malfoy has a blond hair' line because I AM a Fay which the world constantly forgets are now related to the Malfoys." Nakisha was in a rant now, her normally haunting gray eye were alive with a storm.

"Cool it, Naki. I like your hair, I was just shocked. You look beautiful." Draco willed his voice to be soothing as he tried to smooth his cousins ruffled feathers.

"Of coarse I do. Now that we have gotten over that little bump lets get down to business and your little secret stays faraway from the press." Walking back to her spot on a near couch, Nakisha sat herself in a comfortable position and gestured at Draco to follow.

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The wall was like any other wall in the manor; it was a deep maroon color with a glistening golden trim. In the middle hung a still picture of Lady Lara Potter. Lady Lara sat proudly in the picture, her black hair ran down her back and over her shoulders; in places hiding her ice blue eyes. She was enchanting in deep greens and whites, which brought out the dark tan of her skin. A smile sat perfectly on her face as she looked out aimlessly at the world from her frame. The only thing that was different was her right hand was clutching a small hand of a child, a hand that led off the portrait. No one knew who the child was meant to be, Lara never bore any children; many had speculated by no one truly knew.

In front of the portrait stood a quiet Harry, smiling at his great aunt. Behind him the door leading to the library was wide open and the wall to wall shelves could be seen. There was no other doors, no other halls, no windows; Harry was stuck in a ten foot long path with no exit and had been for over an hour, since the wall had moved and shut him in; away from the clicking heels of his mother.

"Meard." There was no reply to Harry's call. He had been calling for over an hour, and nothing. The walls seemed to have thicken to the point that not even the delicate ears of an house elf could pick up sound from with in them. Harry was simply stuck until the house decide to move them back to their normal places

Sliding down a near wall, the pale boy reached over to his left and grabbed a book sprawled on the floor. The title glistened in bright golden letters 'Magic for the Magically challenged'. Harry had no control over his magic. Some days he was no better then a squib( an: Is that how you spell it? I'm to lazy to check right now) and on others the power overwhelmed him to a point where he couldn't leave his own rickety bed. Today was a squib day; and with nothing better to do he decided to ready up on the 'instant fixes' to have a good laugh at the impossible solutions and the sad slide of hand tricks the book suggested using.

Well there you have it chapter three. Its rough and a little ratty at places but hey I got a chapter out. I think that I'm going to revise it when ever I find the chance.