Oh yes, I forgot to add the disclaimer before for the past two chapters so I'll do so now. Note that I'll only do one (this one) for the whole story
Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me and all rights go to J.K Rowling. All I own are Vincent's attitude and powers.
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"Damn, we need more funds!"
It had been almost half a year since Draco and Vincent met and it just so happened that their money had reached rock bottom low just three days before a full six months.
Draco looked up from the show he was watching, not looking the least bit worried.
"Yeah, so? We can get the money from my account," he said distractedly. It was clear that his mind was still on the TV.
He didn't notice Vincent's mild melt down somewhere in the kitchen.
Pacing the length of the room, Vincent fretted about how to solve their problem. Unfortunately, all the roads led to one solution, which also meant telling Draco his true true form. Sure he had been his friend for years and yes they were as much brothers as anyone can get. But was he trustworthy enough to reveal his secret to? He massaged his head, groaning silently, why was life so hard?
Draco turned away from the TV suspicious from the lack of response from his friend. For as long as he knew him, Vincent always had a retort for everything that is said, be it good or bad. It wasn't just like him to stay quiet for too long.
Hesitantly, he approached the kitchen where he could hear nervous muttering. Okay, was this really Vincent? Since when did he have a breakdown?
"Hey, Vince. Are you alright in there?"
Abruptly, the speech stopped and that alone triggered the alarm bells in his mind.
"Vincent?"
Walking into the room, he was surprised to find him at the table, quiet and anxiously twitching and playing with his fingers.
Draco took a seat beside him but there was still no answer.
"You know," he started, starting to get spooked from the way his friend was acting, "If this is about our money problem, it's no sweat, you can just take the money from my account."
Vincent suddenly turned on him, his eyes burning.
"But that's just it!" he exclaimed,"Your account's been closed."
Draco found himelf shocked into silence.
"Closed?" he asked incredulously.
"Closed."
"But how?
Vincent sneered, "One word: Lucius."
Draco growled, clenching his hands in an effort to contain his anger.
"Stupid father," he grumbled.
Vincent nodded. "And that's not all," he announced, "the only money we have left is the ones we transacted before which is," he counted the remaining money in his mind," nine galleons, four sickles and twelve knuts."
Draco paled. "Shit."
"Shit is too true, bro."
"How are we going to pay for our expenses now?" he shouted, slightly hysterical, "We're going to go to jail! I'm going to serve time. I can't serve time! I have a perfect record to uphold here!"
Vincent's lips twitched as he eyed Draco warily with an almost rueful air. It was obvious that he needed reassurance and he had to tell him in order to give him that.
Sighing, he placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Calm down, Drake. I've got a solution."
Draco paused long enough to give him a benefit of a doubt.
"But first you have to promise you will never share the secret."
Now he looked confused.
"Huh? Wait, wha-?
"Promise me," insisted Vincent, traces of desperation starting to show in his eyes.
Draco, slightly afraid now, did as he was told. A crack sounded just as he finished speaking and Vincent heaved a ruefully sighed before he began speaking like lightning.
"I hoped it wouldn't have come to this but who would have guessed that your father would have gone so far as to close your account. To cut long story short, I've been lying to you-"
"Wait!" yelled Draco, shocked, but Vincent sped on, ignoring his protests.
"I'm not actually Vincent Hoot, dirty blonde haired, tan skinned guy-"
"Wha-?"
"In truth," Vincent took a deep breath, "I'm actually Harry Potter. Messy black haired, scar marked guy. I'm sorry."
Draco, shocked into silence, said nothing for a while but then he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Hilarious, Vince," he sniggered," Really funny."
But he stopped when he realized he wasn't laughing with him.
Draco gaped.
"Seriously! You mean you've reallybeen lying to me all these months? Are you really theHarry Potter?"
Vincent, no, Harry, nodded sadly.
"Prove it," he challenged, still not able to accept it the sudden revelation.
He sighed.
"Alright, then."
Then, before Draco's eyes, Vincent's hair turned black. His skin lightened a shade or two. A faint mark in the shape of a lightning bolt formed on his forehead.
"Oh my god," Draco gasped, before fainting.
Ookay, I know the real Draco wouldn't do that but since this is an AU and OC, give me a break! Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed to this story. You guys rock! ;D
