Wow this chapter is becoming longer than I thought it would. This is the second part to the sixth chapter, and I think there will only be one more part after this. I would like to point out that I don't know anything about UK currency, or Harry Potter currency for that matter, so I'm sorry if I got anything wrong. And like always please review. Reviews help me get the motivation to write
"Do you remember it Harry? That first train ride back. Do you remember what happened when we got there? I do." I talk to him as if I can actually hear me. 'I think I'm getting desperate.'
When we get to Platform 9¾ things get even more awkward. I don't really know what I'm supposed to be doing or where I'm supposed to go. "Malfoy," I hear Weasley say, "You stay away from Harry this summer, got it."
"Whatever, just go home Weasley." I hear his mom calling for him to hurry up. Weasley says his goodbyes to his friends then hurries to his family. Granger leaves shortly after him. "Now what Potter." I say once everyone else is gone.
"Dumbledore said that my family is going to give you a ride to your new home, so I guess we need to go find my family."
"Well where are they?"
"Probably at the entrance to King's Cross. They hate anything to do with our kind."
"And why is that?"
"I don't know. Why do you hate muggles?" I don't answer that question for two reasons. One, because I, at this point, don't have a good reason. And two, because I want to get out of here.
"So we need to get our stuff, and then go look all over for them because they don't want to be here?"
"Yeah that sounds about right." I roll my eyes and follow him as we load up all of our stuff then leave the platform. As soon as we're in the muggle world I fell out of place. They dress differently, talk differently, and are all around different then what I'm used to. I see people holding these little black boxes up to your ear and talking to them.
"Potter, muggles are insane." I hear him laugh, and for some unknown reason I feel a little better, a little less out of place.
"It may seem like it to you, but trust me they're not." He stops and looks around for a moment. "Come on we need to go this way." I sigh and follow him through the sea of people. 'We just had to get back when everyone decided to come here, didn't we?'
It takes us almost ten minutes to get to something called the drop off and pick up area. Potter stops and looks around again. "There they are." He turns to look at me. "Don't mention Hogwarts or anything else to do with our kind, alright?"
"Whatever, can we just go already?" He sighs and starts to walk towards an angry looking man, who in my opinion looked a lot like a walrus. 'Potter wasn't joking when he said they didn't want to be here.' I walk up to him and wait for him to put my stuff up for me.
"What are you waiting for boy, put your things in the trunk so we can go already." I can't believe what I just heard. 'What the hell did I do to him?' I feel one of my trunks hit the side of my leg. I turn and see Potter trying to move it to the back of the car. I sigh again and go to help him. 'Never have I had to lift one of these things before today, they are incredibly heavy.' We get all of my things put in the trunk, then go to get in the car.
I'm a little shocked to see that a good portion of the back seat is taken up by a boy who looks like he's on his way to becoming his father. 'Haven't I seen him before? Oh yeah the fat lard who eats all the time.' And if the front seat is a woman who looks like she could pass as a twig. Potter gets in first, and then I try to squeeze in, but find that I'm not able to. "Potter move over, I can't fit."
"Make yourself fit boy." Said the big man.
"I have a name, and I employ you to use it. It's Draco Malfoy."
"Oh and you expect me to listen to you?" He didn't sound to worried about me or what I can do.
"If you want your son to continue to look like he does now then you will treat me with respect, the same goes for Potter. And don't think I won't do it, I've almost lest everything so I really don't have much to lose." I watch as all three of them pale. "So, Potter, move over. And you," I turn to the fat boy, "if I hear even one word of complaint, I will hurt you. Understand?" The other boy nods. "Good." Potter moves over and gives me enough room to sit down and I close the door.
That car ride had to be the longest car ride I've ever been on, not that I had been on many… "I think you glared at me the whole way to your house." I laugh at the memory. I can feel myself starting to fall asleep. "Don't worry Harry. I'll be awake when you wake up."
They pull into their driveway and tell me to get out, get my stuff, and never come around them again. I somehow manage to get all of my stuff out of the trunk of their car, but then realized I had no idea which house was mine. "Potter which one is mine?"
"The one to the right of this house." He points to it. 'How the hell was I supposed to know that when the old man never told me my address.' I sigh and start to drag my stuff to me new house. 'This is work for house elves. I'm supposed to be relaxing at home, not worrying about a damn thing. I swear if I see them again I'll… no that could prove to be deadly for me.'
I get my stuff to my front stoop. I turn the knob and find that I'm less than happy with the entrance way. "This is so small." I shake my head and walk in, pulling as much of my stuff as I can with me. I walk into the parlor and see boxes piled up to the ceiling. "What. The. Hell." I go over and open one of the boxes. It contains some of my bedding. "Someone took the time to box all of my stuff up, but they couldn't unpack it for me?" I go back to the front door and bring the rest of my school things in.
"Malfoy," Potter yells as he runs up my drive way," You want some help getting settled in?"
"And you're offering because?"
"Because we're living next door to each other, and I don't want to spend all summer arguing." He makes a good point.
"Fine, I could use help anyways." I usher Potter inside.
"What the hell?" I laugh silently.
"That's what I said. I had no idea just how much stuff I had until now."
"So your going to get rid of all of it?"
"No I'm going to try and keep it all. We need to sort it."
"Yeah, sort it, put it all away, and go get you some food, if you need any. And we need to do it all before 7 p.m." I look at the clock, it reads 4:30 p.m.
"Why seven?"
"It's the time they want me home by."
"Shouldn't we go get some food first? Do you have any money?" I ask.
"Don't you?"
"No."
"They left you here without money?" He almost sounds appalled.
"Maybe. But I haven't looked around yet." I watch as Potter goes in to what I presume is the kitchen.
"Found some. I t was on the kitchen table." He walks back in with an envelope.
"How much?"
"653 Pounds, it should be enough for the next few weeks. As long as you don't spend all of it on things you don't need." He acts like I know how muggle money works. "Um, I'm not too sure how much that would be in our money."
"I believe there is something about that in one of my school books, give me a moment." I go to my trunk and dig around for the book I'm looking for. "Found it. It has a conversion table in it." I grab some spare parchment and do the math and by the time I'm done I'm not happy. "It comes to around 130 galleons 10 sickles and 5 knuts. It's not a lot to me."
"It a fair amount."
"Well now what?"
"We need to look around and see what you need then we need to go to the store and get what w-you need. And then if there's still time I'll help you unpack some of this stuff."
'Wow, he's though this through, I'm almost impressed.' "Where do we start?" I think this is the first time he's looked at me like I'm a complete idiot.
"The kitchen. You need food to survive. Also I was thinking that we should get you a cookbook." He says as he walks back into the kitchen. I follow him, still unimpressed with this house.
"Is everything in this house small?"
"Actually this is pretty big compared to some houses."
"You've got to be kidding me."
"Nope. So you should make the best of it." I hate the thought of living in a house this small, but I have no help. Which means I have to do everything myself. 'Maybe a smaller house like this will be more practical for me at the moment.' I look around again. I suppose it's not too bad. "Whatever Potter." I follow him around as he looks to see what I need. There's some food but not a lot, some cookware but no dishes.
"So we need to get you some food, a cookbook, some dishes, and a few other things. I know where to go, so just stick close to me and be careful about what you say." I have no choice but to go with him. I don't know what to do or where to go.
"Do you remember the first time you took me to the underground? How all I did was complain about how dirty the place was, and about how crowded it was?" I almost feel insane talking to someone who can't talk back, but I feel like in some way he hears what I'm saying. "I think you told me to shut up at least ten times." I laugh to myself at the memory. "But I think I was worse while shopping for some dishes.
"Potter none of this is worth the money. Isn't there anything nicer?" I ask. There's nothing here that impresses me.
"Malfoy, we have to shop for things you can afford, and this is what you can afford. So just pick one." He's getting angry at me.
"I guess I'll just live with it then. I suppose I'll get the white ones with the green border." He rolls his eyes, but grabs the box anyway. He pays for it using the money that was left for me.
"Can you keep it here for us? We have some other shopping to do." The lady nods and puts the box behind the counter. "Let's go." I just nod and follow him, there's nothing else for me to. "Alright we're going to run to the book store then go get you some food."
"Whatever."
"Is that your favorite word?"
"What?"
"All you say to me is 'whatever'. So is that the only response you're going to give me or can I expect to hear something else?" He asks as we leave the store.
"What else am I supposed to say?"
"You could think of something else to say, or maybe just nod. Just please say something other than 'whatever'." I can tell that there's something other than my responses bothering him.
"What's got you so angry?"
"All you've done since we've left is complain, I'm getting tired of it. This is your life now, you're just going to have to get used to it. Understand." He's stopped walking and has turned to look at me.
"Maybe I don't want to get used to it. I want to go back to my old life, that's where I belong. I don't belong here. I don't belong with these people." This is the first time I tell him any of this. 'I need to get control over myself; I can't let him see me like this.
"That's not my problem. I'm tired of you acting like you're the only one with problems." I don't know how to respond to him now. Normally I would insult him then walk away, but that isn't really an option at the moment. 'I suppose I have no choice.' I grab him by the arm and bring him to a side street.
"I realize that you also have your own problems, but guess what, when you wake up tomorrow you're going to wake up in the house you were raised in with the people who raised you. I don't have that; I don't have any family or friends. So I apologize if I'm getting on your nerves, but I'm still adjusting to the life. A life you were born into, a life I've never had to live." Once I finish my rant I realize that I've said too much. I let him in too much. "Well do you have anything to say to that?"
"I apologize; I truthfully didn't look at things like that. But you don't need to complain all the time."
"I'm just saying what I think." I start to walk away.
"Don't walk away." He yells at me.
"Don't we have to be back at a certain time?" He sighs and nods his head.
"We're going to talk about this later." I almost respond, but decide against it. 'I'm almost afraid of how this talk is going to go.'
We do the rest of your shopping in almost silence only talking when necessary. We get home around 6:30. "Are you going home?"
"Yeah, I'll come over tomorrow. If you need help just come and get me, alright." He says in a cold voice.
"Yeah." He doesn't say anything else before he leaves. 'Suddenly this house seems a lot bigger.' I think as I look around. 'Where do I even begin? I guess I should put the food up, and then look through the cookbook we got today and try to cook something.'
I quickly put my food up then I grab my book and go up stairs and look around before I go in to what I presume is my bedroom, then sit on the bed and begin to look for something to easy to cook.
"This one seems easy enough." It's a recipe for herb chicken breasts. I head down stairs, make my way around the boxes and make my way into the kitchen. Takes me a little while to figure out what I was doing and how to work the oven. 'It's similar to brewing a potion.'
Once I have the chicken in the oven I set the timer on the oven then stand back and watch it for a little bit before I go to start looking through boxes. I start with the boxes closes to the kitchen. I find some of my clothes and a box of books. I stop around the fifth box and look around. "I have way to much stuff. There is no way I'm going to be able to put all of this away. I now know why Potter said I should get rid of some of it." It's a hard decision to make but I know I need to get rid of some of this stuff. The more I look around the more depressed I get about my new living situation.
About 50 minutes after I put the chicken in the timer goes off. I go over and take it out. 'It looks edible…' I grab a fork and take a bite, and then spit it right back out. "Disgusting." I push the food away and run my finger through my hair. "Now what?" I look around for a moment. "I guess I could go through and look for all my bedding, and try to find all my clothes." I sigh and force myself to go back into the living room.
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