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Chapter 10
"Draco!" breathed Pytho, creeping to the door and pushed it open so they could talk in his room. "Draco, how did you-Who brought-?"
"My father brought me to pick you up. He finally got you a guardian this morning. So you will stay with us for long time if that you want to stay with us. So you want to play mischief with me?" smirked Draco.
"But what about Dumbledork? He would take me back again."
"Don't worry about it. My father got all the judges signed the paper before Dumbledork will realize that you will be gone. Besides, I thought that you hate your relatives. Take it, please?"
Pytho's green eyes started to water and he ran to Draco and gave him a hug.
"Sure, I want to leave this horrible place. But all my Hogwarts stuff- my wand-my broomstick," Pytho questioned, let Draco go.
"My father is going get it for you, come on," said Draco.
Pytho dashed around his room, collecting his things and passing them out of the door to Draco who got them shrink down and put it inside of his own robe.
Pytho could hear Uncle Vernon arguing with his new guardian, Lucius Malfoy downstairs.
As Pytho came out of the room there came a sudden loud screech from behind him, followed immediately by the thunder of Uncle Vernon's voice.
"THAT RUDDY OWL!"
"Oh crap! I've forgotten Salazar!"
Pytho tore back across the room as the landing light clicked on-he snatched up Salazar's cage, dashed to the window, and pass it out to Draco. They scrambling back onto the chest of drawers when Uncle Vernon stood framed in the doorway; then he let out a bellow like an angry bull and dived at Harry, grabbing him by the ankle. Lucius followed him.
Draco seized Pytho's arms and pulled as hard as he could.
Lucius Malfoy took his own wand, and pointed at Uncle Vernon and sneered, "See what you have done to your nephew. Come on, Harry and Draco."
Mr. Malfoy mumbled the dark spell at Uncle Vernon that forced Vernon to release Pytho by squeezing his hand.
"OUCH!" cried Vernon.
While all this happened, Draco and Pytho sneaking around the arguing adults to find David and Dudley. They finally found them in kitchen; Dudley was standing near the door and David was trying to protect themselves with his own wand front of Dudley.
"I want to learn about the dark spells. Can you teach me?" Pytho licked his bottom lips with his tongue, thinking about the dark spells. Draco kept staring at him and didn't respond at his questions.
"Draco…oh," Pytho snapped his finger in the front of Draco's face.
Draco snapped the goofy face out and saying, "Yeah that will be great. All right this is the spell will be very easy if you are in gray or dark side-that would cause the victims in great pain in anywhere and it will still hurt for days, for example like my father did to your uncle. It is called damnum injuria."
Draco took the wand out his pocket, and then pointed it to Dudley's knee, "Damnum injuria."
Dudley felt a horrible pain in his knee and cried out, then fell down, shaking.
Draco said, "Hmm, well, it works in here, here you can try."
Draco gave the wand to Pytho. Before Pytho could touch it, Lucius ran in the kitchen and grabbed the boys and used the wand to obviate the people in the house, then mumbling a spell that evaporated any dark spells from the house and then they disappeared with a pop before Dumbledore could catch them in act.
They appeared some distance from Malfoy's Manor; Pytho could see a narrow lane, the entrance to the grounds of the mansion is grand indeed. A high, manicured yew hedge borders the driveway on both sides. The driveway is perfectly straight, running through wrought-iron gates and straight up to the front door. The manor has white paint on the outer building.
As they walking toward the manor, Pytho said, "Thank you Mr. Malfoy, for saving my life twice. And of course, thanks for helping me with my stuff and teaching me a spell, Draco."
Pytho stopped and turned around suddenly and grabbed Draco and kissed him on the cheek. Lucius merrily raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, please call me Lucius. Can we please wait until we come in the manor? And why I haven't informed about this? Oh, Pytho. Lord Voldemort said that he want to talk to you when you are settled down."
Pytho withdrew his lip from Draco's cheek. They were very flushed when Lucius was staring at them. "Oh, um, sure, well, did you hear about the prophecy?" sniggered Pytho.
"I might have heard about this prophecy. Could you repeat it?" smirking Lucius.
"Fine: 'The one with the emerald eyes to conquer the leader approaches... Born to those who has the light mark of the leader, born as the end of seventh month... the one with the silver eyes to conquer the leader approaches… Born to those who has the dark mark of the lord, born as the fifth of sixth month…and the leader and lord shall mark them as their equal... and emerald and silver will joined and defeat and will be loved by everyone forever.' Emerald chosen one is me and Sliver chosen one is Draco."
"Are you serious? You mean, you both will defeat the leader that means Dumbledore. Oh goody, oh yeah, here is your stuff that was locked in the cupboard," said Lucius, laughing, gave Pytho, his shrink things were locked from Lucius' robe pocket.
Pytho grabbed the things and put it in his pocket.
By now, they arrived the huge manor.
Draco said, "Oh yeah, but I wonder what that last line is: and emerald and sliver will joined and defeat and will be loved by everyone forever?"
Voldemort showed up with a pop when Draco said the line; will be loved by everyone forever, saying "That why I am here to figure this prophecy out and of course, getting my body back too. Come on, Pytho, let us go to get you settle down then we can talk."
Draco said, "Come on, Pytho, I want to show you your room," grabbed one of the Pytho's hands and dragged Pytho into the mansion.
Inside was a large entrance hall with stairs and has one of doors on the first floor that leads directly into the drawing room, where Voldemort will hold the future meetings when he will rise again. Another door leads to the cellar. Upstairs on the second floor leads to the west and east corridor where everyone's bed were.
Draco dragged Pytho and burst in one of the rooms in the west corridor, startled his mother who was magically putting the poster up on the wall, dragged Pytho over to his mother.
"Hello, sorry, mother. I brought Pytho to spend with us," said Draco. Pytho was breathing hard, saying, "Draco, you should not run in this huge manor. And is this room mine?"
"Sorry, Pytho, and yep and it is right next to my room," said Draco, his gray eyes were shining with sliver gleaming in it.
"Whoa, thanks my drake, hello, Mrs. Malfoy," said Pytho, his green eyes was shining with emerald gleaming in it.
"Oh please, call me Naricissa. And what is this nickname?" she raise her eyebrow up.
"Yes, Naricissa. You have to find out from Lord Voldemort or Lucius about this prophecy, I am so beat from today," said Pytho.
"All right. Come on, my little dragon," said Narcissa.
"No, mother," said Draco, his gray eyes got brighter.
"Fine, but you will sleep in your room tonight," said Narcissa, shivering from something, and she walked across to the door, then opened it and walked out to talk her master and husband.
Pytho finally could look around and blinked. It is like slytherin common room. Nearly everything in Pytho's room seemed to be a sliver and green: the bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling. Then Pytho realized Draco or Narcissa had covered nearly every inch of the elegant wallpaper with posters of the same seven witches and wizards, all wearing bright green robes, carrying broomsticks and waving actively.
"Quidditch team?" said Pytho.
"The Ireland National," said Draco, pointing at the green bedspread, which was emblazoned with two sliver IN's and speeding snitch. "First in the league."
"Oh, that is nice of you picking the green and sliver bedspread. And I was wondering did you punish Dobby?"
"Oh yes. My father gave his old sock to him, and then killed him with an unforgiving spell before he could leave."
"Good. Let us unpack and then rest for while."
Pytho unshrinking the chest from his pocket of robe, and then he put it next to the desk, next to his plump sliver owl, Salazar, who was snoozing in a perch at the windowsill. Pytho's first year school spellbooks were finally stacked neatly in a corner, next to pile of comic by Pytho. Pytho put his own magic wand on the clean desk. Pytho was walking across the room and looked out of the large window. In the field far below he could see something moving. Then he turned to look at Draco, who was watching him very nervously, as though waiting for his opinion.
"It's a bit larger," said Draco quickly. "Not like that room you had with those horrible Muggles. And my room is right next to your room…"
But Pytho, smirking widely, said, "This is the best house or I should say mansion I've ever been in."
Draco's face went pink.
When they were done resting and unpacking Pytho's stuff, Draco and Pytho went down stairs to meet everyone else in the fancy living room.
Pytho push the door to open. And then Draco and Pytho found themselves sitting together, grilled by Naricissa asking the questions to them while Lucius and Voldemort was laughing when Pytho and Draco were shocked about Naricissa was grilling them and scowled at Lucius and Lord Voldemort who both were sitting at the couch.
"All right, Cissy, please stop!" said Lucius, still chuckling.
"All right, now the business…" said Naricissa, finally sitting at the couch with Lucius and Voldemort. Voldemort cleared his throat.
"Now…Draco and Pytho…are you ready for your second year?"
"Yes sir", "Yes master," Draco and Pytho said in union.
"Lucius please go to your study and get my dairy from the shelf," said Voldemort. Lucius nodded and get up and left the room. Few minutes later, Lucius came back with a small black book in one of his hand.
"This is my dairy when I was sixteen; I transferred one of my souls to this book. I made seven souls which called Horcruxes. I putted them in the safe places where Dumbledore would won't able to find them. I want you to put it in Weasley's cauldron when you see them at Diagon Alley, Lucius, Pytho, Draco, and Naricissa" Voldemort said, smirking evilly, thinking about the certain snake at the magical school.
"All right," they said in union.
"But why are you telling us?" said Draco.
"Because Pytho is my apprentice, Lucius is my right-man, Naricissa is my advisor, and you are Pytho's soul mate, Dumbledore couldn't tear you both apart. Oh right... I want to tell you that I am heir to the Slytherin. There was a chamber of secret under the school. I did open the chamber about fifty years ago with a snake called Basilisk. Please don't go look for trouble. I don't want to see you both and others dead except Weasleys, is that clear?" said Voldemort, glaring at Draco and Pytho, knowing that they will go find trouble with their friends.
"All right that is enough information about the Chamber of Secret; I want to know about this prophecy. Why they are chosen ones?" demanded Naricissa, finally sitting at the couch with Lucius.
They all were staring at Naricissa like she was a crazy person. "The prophecy said that the chosen ones will have green and sliver eyes. Pytho and Draco do have them when something happened to each other, their eyes started shined brightly. Beside they will be very powerful when they become legal adults, do you remember the day Draco's eyes changed to silver for short time when Lord Voldemort tried to kill Pytho eleven years ago?" Lucius said. Naricissa nodded, remember that day.
"From I could understand about this prophecy, is that Pytho and Draco will destroy the leader... because I did marked them. Pytho was marked by the forehead, not David. Draco was marked by his wrist when he was younger boy; also you both will be marked by Dumbledore, hopefully in few years, because you were already marked by me," Voldemort said, getting up from the couch, and started pacing around the room.
Draco and Pytho exchanged their looks to each other. Then Draco turned his head to Voldemort.
Draco said, "Oh yeah, but I wonder what that last line is: and emerald and sliver will joined and defeat and will be loved by everyone forever?"
"Well…I think you have to do…" trailing Lucius, his face was looking like really pale. Naricissa burst into tears. Voldemort looked at them dismally, and then to Pytho and Draco, said, "The only way to join and defeat to have… the birds and bees with each other and after that, you both will be more powerful than Dumbledore and I combined together." Pytho were startled, and then started to blushing when Voldemort quoted the muggles' saying. Lucius and Naricissa cracked up while Draco was blushing.
"Oh…well…I see…" Pytho stumbled on the words.
Life at the Draco's manor was as different as possible from life on Privet Drive. The Dursleys liked everything neat and ordered, the Malfoy's house burst with the strange and unexpected. Pytho got a shock the first time he looked in the mirror over the entrance hall between the pictures and it speak softly, "Tuck your shirt neatly." It seems that everyone there like him.
Naricissa fussed over the state of his body and tried to force him to eat fourth helpings at every meal. Lucius liked Pytho to sit next to him at the dinner table to talk him about different ways between the wizarding world and Muggle world.
"I must say that I am glad to see you here rather dying from starving or dehydrated at stupid Muggles'!" he would say as Pytho talked him through treating people in both world. "Imagine that world joined with us, the result for that is the treating us like a disease."
Pytho heard from Hogwarts on sunny morning about a week after he arrived at the manor. He went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and Draco already sitting at the dining table. The moment he saw Pytho, Draco accidently knocked his plate to the floor with a loud clatter. Draco had never been this prone to knocking things over whenever Pytho entered a room. He dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with his face glowing like the sunset. Smirking at him, Pytho sat down and took the toast the elf offered him.
"Letters from school," said Lucius, passing Pytho and Draco identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. "There was little problem with your guardian paper, and don't be worry. I already solved it. It seems that Dumbledore want you go to Weasley's house. But I told him that you are perfectly happy here with us and it is legal paper…so he can't do anything with it. He was so pissed off when he left the ministry," sneered Lucius.
For a few minutes there was silence as they read their letters. Pytho's told him to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from King's Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the new books he'd need for the coming year.
Second-year students will require:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk
Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart
Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart
Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart
Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart
Wandering with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart
Year with Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart
Draco merrily raised his blond eyebrow as he peered at Pytho's list.
"You've been told to get all Lockhart's books, too!" he said. "The new defense Against the Dark Arts teacher must be very fan of Gilderoy Lockhart-bet its witch."
"You are on," said Pytho, looking at Draco's list.
Draco was blushing like the Weasley's red hairs, and put his elbow in the butter dish. Unfortunately everyone saw this except Voldemort just popped in with a pop.
Naricissa and Lucius raised their eyebrow and sniggered. Pytho tried to hold it in, but the sound like choking came out of his mouth. Draco said, "Aww, man, which means I need to clean the elbow up." Draco raised his elbow up and cleans it up with napkin were lying on the table.
Voldemort just popped in, scared the inhabitants of the manor.
"Morning, all," said Voldemort briskly. "Lovely day."
He tried to sit down in the remaining chair, but he sank himself down. Just then the barn owl swooped into the dining room and dropped the letter on the Draco's head. Draco picked it up from the floor. Then the barn owl swooped out of the dining room.
"Finally…Pansy sent us a letter. I wrote to her saying us being your guardians and rescued you from Dursleys," said Draco. Then he ripped open the letter and read it out loud:
"'Dear Draco, and Pytho if he is there,
"'I hope everyone went all right and Pytho is okay and that you didn't do anything dark to get him out, Draco, because I know you very well and I know that you like Pytho too. I've been worried too and if Pytho is all right, will you please let us know at once. I have Millicent and Daphne with me. And we're going to London next Wednesday to my new books. Why don't we meet in Diagon Alley?
"'Let me know what's happening as soon as you can. Your friends, Pansy, Millicent, and Daphne.'"
"Well that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too," said Naricissa, while the elf starting to clear the table. "What are you up to today?"
Pytho and Draco were planning to go up the meadow to a large ground the Malfoy owned. It was surrounded by the trees that blocked it from view of the village below, meaning that they could practice Qudditich there, as long they didn't fly too high.
They couldn't use the real snitch ball, which would have been hard to explain if they had escaped and flown away over the village; instead they threw apples for one another to catch. They took their own Nimbus Two Thousand, which it was the best broom.
Five minutes later they were marching up the hill, broomsticks over their shoulders.
The elf woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half of a dozen egg sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Lucius took a golden pot off the dining mantelpiece and peered inside.
"We're running low, dear Cissy," he said. "We'll have to buy some more today…Ah well, guest first! After you, Harry!"
And he offered him the golden pot.
Pytho stared at them all watching him.
"W-what am I supposed to do?" he stammered.
"Oh shit, I forgot that Pytho never traveled by Floo powder," said Draco suddenly.
"Watch your language. Oh dear let me show you how to do it," said Naricissa, took a pinch of glittering powder out of the golden pot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flame.
With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Naricissa, who stepped right into it, shouted, "Diagon Alley!" and vanished.
"You must speak clearly," Lucius told Pytho as Pytho took a pinch of Floo power and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, and scattered the powder into the flame, and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash. He felt something in his hand not a moment after.
"D-Dia-gon Alley," he coughed.
Draco noticed that he had swallowed a lot of hot ash, immediately grabbed one of the Pytho's hands before the floo could steal Pytho and Draco.
It felt as though he was being sucked down a giant drain with Draco. He seemed to spinning very fast-the roaring in his ears was deafening-he tried to keep his eyes open but the whirl of green flames made him feel sick-something hard knocked his elbow and he tucked it in tightly, still holding Draco's hand-now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face-squinting through his glasses he saw Draco beside him and a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond-he closed his eyes again wishing it would stop, and then-
Pytho fell, face forward, onto something warm and felt the bridge of his glasses snap and also felt Draco's body moving beneath him.
The glinting emerald eyes met softer gray eyes. Pytho felt something roaring inside his body. Their heads moved closer… closer… their eyes were closing... then something fell down…
Pytho and Draco suddenly stiffed when they heard something fell, they don't want anyone else except their allies, parents, Voldemort, and their guardians know that they are dating each other.
They jumped apart, got up quickly, dusting their robes off.
They are quite alone, but yet were together, but they had no idea where they were. All they could tell was that they were standing in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizard's shop-but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list.
A glass case nearby held a withered hand on a cushion, a bloodstained pack of cards, and staring glass eye. Evil-looking masks stared down from the walls, a collection of human bones lay upon the counter, and rusty, spiked instruments hung from the ceilings. Even worse, the dark, narrow street Pytho could see through the dusty shop window was definitely not Diagon Alley.
The sooner they got out of here, the better they would come back soon with Lucius but they need to find Draco's family first. Nose still stinging where it had hit the chest of Draco, Pytho lead Draco their way swiftly and silently toward the door, but they'd got halfway toward it, two people appeared on the other side of the glass-and one of them was the very last person Pytho and Draco wanted to meet when they were lost, covered in sweat and soot, and Pytho wearing broken glasses: Draco Malfoy.
'Wait a minute…the real Draco was with me all time, and then whose is that person who does look alike to my boyfriend? Oh shit, he is coming right here' Pytho thought.
'What- this is my alike- oh shit, he is coming right here. We need to hide but where?' Draco thought.
Pytho and Draco exchanged the look, then searching for something to hide. Pytho spotted a large black cabinet to his left; he grabbed Draco's hand and then shot inside it and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through. Seconds later, a bell clanged and alike Draco stepped into the shop.
The man who following could only be alike to the real Draco's father, but yet he is so opposite of Lucius when they are right now. He had same pale, pointed face and identical cold, grey eyes as the real Lucius does have pale, pointed face but has happy, grey eyes right now. Alike of Mr. Malfoy crossed the shop, looking lazily at the item on display, and rang a bell on the counter before turning to his alike son and saying, "Touching nothing, Ro-Draco."
Look alike Draco, who had reaching for the glass eye, said, "I thought you were going to buy me a present."
"I said I would buy you a racing broom," said his father, drumming his finger on the counter.
"What's the good of that if I'm not on the House team?" said alike Draco, looking sulky and bad-tempered similar to Ron Weasley. "Harry and David Potter and Draco Malfoy got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from their heads of house so they could
play for Slytherin and Gryffindor. They'd not even that good, it just because they'd famous… famous for Harry and David having stupid scars and Harry Potter being best friend to the son of the death-eater, Draco Malfoy…"
Alike of Draco bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls.
"…everyone thinks they'd so smart, wonderful Potters with their scars and their broomstick and Harry Potter's best friend is the son of the death eater, but I think they are getting too friendly to each other last year. They were acting like-"
"You have told me this at least dozen times already," said Mr. Malfoy, with a calm look at his similar son. "And I would remind you that it is not prudent to appear less than fond of David and Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard them as the heroes who made you-know-who disappear-ah, Mr. Borgin."
A stooping man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face.
"Mr. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again," said Mr. Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. "Delighted- and young Master Malfoy, too-charmed. How may I be of assistance? I must show you, just in today and very reasonably priced-"
"I'm not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling," interrupted false Mr. Malfoy.
"Selling?" The smile faded slightly from Mr. Borgin's face.
"You have, of course, that the Ministry is conducting more raids," said false Mr. Malfoy, taking a roll of parchment from his inside pocket and unraveling it for Mr. Borgin to read. "I have a few items at home that might embarrass me, if Ministry were to call…"
Mr. Borgin fixed a pair of pince-nez to his nose and looked down the list.
"The Ministry wouldn't presume to trouble you, sir, surely?'
The false Mr. Malfoy's lips curled.
"I have not been visited yet. The name We-Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows more powerful. There are some rumors about the new Act-no doubt that muggle-loving Arthur Weasley is behind it-"
Pytho and Draco felt a hot surge of anger to the false Malfoy that was acting like Mr. Weasley, Ron Weasley's father. They both knew that Draco's real father hates all the Weasleys. They knew that he wouldn't say that in that kind of tone. And also Pytho knew that false Draco wont acting like he hate all the Potters and himself. They both knew that false Draco was actually Ron Weasley.
"-And as you see, certain of these poisons might make it appear-"
"I understand, sire, of course," said Mr. Borgin. "Let me see…"
"Can I have that?" interrupted Ron Weasley was trying acting as Draco and was successful, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion.
"Ah, the Hand of Glory!" said Mr. Borgin, abandoning false Mr. Malfoy's list and darting over to the false Draco. "Insert a candle and a gives light only to the holder! Best friend of thieves and plunders! Your son's has fine taste, sir."
"I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin," said false Mr. Malfoy coldly, and Mr. Borgin said quickly, "No offense, sir, no offense meant-"
"Though if his grade don't pick up," said false Mr. Malfoy, more coldly still, "that may indeed be all he is fit for-"
"It's not my fault," retorted false Draco. "The teachers all have favorites, that Harry Potter-"
"I would have thought you'd be ashamed that a boy of half-blooded wizard family beat you in every exam," snapped false Mr. Malfoy.
"Ha!" said the real Draco under his breath, pleased to see the false Draco looking both dismayed and angry.
"It's same all over," said Mr. Borgin, in his oily voice. "Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere-"
"Not with me," said false Mr. Malfoy, his long nostrils flaring.
"No, sir, nor with me, sir," said Mr. Borgin, with a deep bow.
"In that case, perhaps we can return to my list, Borgin, I have important business elsewhere today-"
They started to haggle. Pytho and the real Draco watched nervously as the false Draco drew nearer and nearer to their hiding place, examining the objects for sale. False Draco paused to examine a long coil of hangman's rope and to read, smirking, the card propped on a magnificent necklace of opals, Cautions: Don't touch. Cursed-Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggles Owners to Date.
False Draco turned away and saw the cabinet right front of him. He walked forward-he stretched out his hand for the handle-
"Done," said false Mr. Malfoy at the counter. "Come, R-Draco. Good day to you, Mr. Borgin. I'll expect you at the manor tomorrow to pick up the things."
Pytho and the real Draco wiped their forehead on their own sleeves as false Draco turned away.
The moment the door had closed, Mr. Borgin dropped his oily manner.
"Good day yourself, Mister Weasley, and if the stories are true…you haven't sold me a thing related with dark stuffs."
Muttering darkly, Mr. Borgin disappeared into a back room. Pytho and Draco waited for a minute in case he came back, then, quietly as they could, slip out of the cabinet, past the glass cases, and out of the shop door.
Clutching his broken glasses to his face in one hand and clutching Draco's arm in another hand, Pytho stared around. They have emerged into a dingy alleyway that seemed to be making up entirely of shops devoted to the Dark Arts. The one they'd just left, Borgin and Burkes, looked like the largest, but opposite was a nasty window display of shrunken heads and, the doors down, a large cage was alive with huge black spiders. Two shabby-looking wizards were watching them from the shadow of a doorway, muttering to each other. Feeling agitated, Pytho clutched Draco's arm little tight, and Draco turned his blond head to Pytho, looking at Pytho in concerned way.
"Are you okay?" said Draco, watching Pytho carefully.
"Yeah, I will be fine…it just my glasses are broken and I have bad feelings about this," said Pytho, showing Draco his broken glasses.
Draco took Pytho's glasses, gave them a tap of his wand, and returned them, good as new.
"Thanks."
An old wooden street sign hanging over a shop selling poisonous candles told them they were in Knockturn Alley. This did help, as Draco had been there a few times with his father. As they walking toward the entrance of Diagon Alley, an aged witch was standing in front of them, holding a tray of the whole human fingernails. She leered at them, showing mossy teeth. Draco narrowed his grey eyes as Pytho backed away, and then he stepped aside to protect Pytho.
"Are you both lost, my dears?"
"No. We are not lost. And please go away," said Pytho, glared at her.
"HARRY POTTER AND DRACO MALFOY! What did you think are you doing in here?"
Pytho and Draco's heart leapt. So did the witch; a load of fingernails fall down over her feet and she cursed as the tall form of Lucius Malfoy, Draco's father, came striding toward them, icy grey eyes flashing over his pale face.
"Lucius!", "Father!" Pytho and Draco called in union. "I got lost-you know-but-"
Lucius seized Pytho who also grabbed Draco by the hand, by the scruff of the neck pulled them away from the witch, knocking the tray right out of her hands. Her shrieks followed them all the way along the twisting alleyway out into bright sunlight. Pytho saw a familiar, snow-white marble building in the distance-Gringotts Bank. Lucius had leaded them right into Diagon Alley.
"You are both mess!" said Lucius gruffly, brushing soot off Draco and Pytho so forcing that Pytho and Draco nearly fell into a barrel of dragon dung outside an apothecary. They all walking toward to the bank.
"Harry! Draco! Over here!"
Pytho looked up and saw Daphne, Millicent, and Pansy standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. They all ran down to meet Draco, Pytho, and Lucius.
"What happened to you both being dirty? Hello, Mr. Malfoy-oh it's wonderful to see you three again- are you coming into Gringotts, Harry and Draco?"
"As soon as we can find the other members of Malfoy and friends," said Pytho.
"You won't have long to wait," Lucius said with a grin.
Pytho, Draco, Millicent, Daphne, and Pansy looked around: Sprinting up the crowded street were Theodore, Blasie, and Naricissa.
"Harry and Draco, where did you come out?" Blasie asked.
"Knockturn Alley," said Lucius grimly.
"Excellent!" said Theodore and Blasie together.
"I should think not," growled Lucius.
"Guess who I saw in Borgin and Burkes?" Pytho asked Blaise, Millicent, Pansy, Daphne, and Theodore as they all climbed the Gringotts steps. "Those fake Draco and his father. But I do think they are Weasley and his weasel father.
"Hmm, did they come in as themselves or like us?" said Lucius sharply behind them.
"Like you and me, father, but I think there was a spell or potion that can change the bodies." Draco drawled.
"You are correct, Draco, there was a potion, that is called Polyjuice Potion," said Lucius. "Oh, I really hate that flea-bitten, Muggle-loving fool Arthur Weasley."
"You be careful, Lucius," said Naricissa sharply as they were bowed into the bank by a goblin at the door. "That light side family's trouble. Don't go biting off more than you can chew."
"So you don't think I'm a match for Arthur Weasley?" said Lucius angrily.
"Meet you back here," Theodore said to Pansy as Malfoys and Pytho, Theodore, and Blasie were led off to their underground vaults by another Gringotts goblin.
The vaults were reached by means of small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the bank's underground tunnels. Pytho enjoyed the breakneck down to Malfoy's vault, but felt excited, when it was opened. There was a very big pile of silver Sickles, golden Galleons, and few of bronze Knuts inside. Naricissa sweeping the whole of Sickles and Galleons into the bag. Pytho felt even more excited when they reached his vaults. He bragged to Theodore, Draco, and Blasie about his personal vault while his brother has trust vault. He showed the contents as he shoved handles of coins into a leather bag.
After getting Blasie and Theodore some money from their own personal vault, they were back outside on the marble steps with girls. They decide to stay together and go somewhere then will meet Draco's family in one hour at Flourish and Blotts while Lucius and Naricissa goes to the robe shop.
Pytho, Draco, Theodore, Blasie, Pansy, Daphne, and Millicent strolled along the winding, cobbled street. The bag of gold, silver, and bronze rattled cheerfully in Pytho's pocket was clamoring to be spent, so he brought seven large vanilla and chocolate ice creams, which they all slurped happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop windows.
Theodore and Blasie gazed longingly at a set of Chudley Cannon robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Pansy and Daphne dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door.
An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were not only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason was proclaiming by a large banner stretched across the upper windows: Gilderoy Lockhart will be signing copies of his autobiography today 12:30 pm to 4:30 pm.
Pytho, Draco, Theodore, Blasie, Pansy, Daphne, and Millicent squeezed inside. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line where the Malfoys were standing with Theodore's, Blasie's, and Pansy's family. Then Pytho noticed his brother with Weasley and Longbottom dragged their books over to Weasley's family to dump those books into the cauldron.
Pytho went to his brother and talked to him, "Bet you loved that, didn't you, my dear brother?"
Pytho was staring at David Potter with his own usual sneer.
"Famous David Potter," said Pytho. "Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
"Leave him alone, he didn't want all that!" said Ginny Weasley. She was glaring at Pytho and Draco who came up with Pytho.
"Potter, you've got yourself a girlfriend!" drawled Draco. Weasley girl went red-faced.
"Oh it's you," said Weasley, looking at Pytho and Draco like something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. "Bet you're surprised to see David here, eh?"
"Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley," retorted Draco. "I supposed your parents will go hungry for a month to pay for all those."
Weasley went as red as Weasley girl. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Draco, but Pytho blocked him and Potter and Longbottom grabbed the back of his jacket.
"Ron!" said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with twins. "What are you doing? It's too crowded in here, let's go outside."
"Well, well, well-Arthur Weasley."
It was Lucius. He stood with his hands on Draco's and Pytho's shoulder, sneering in just the same way.
"Lucius," said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly.
"Busy time at the Ministry, I hear," said Lucius. "All those raids…I hope they're paying you overtime?"
He reached into Weasley girl's cauldron and extracted a very old, very battered copy of A Beginner's Guide to Transfiguration.
"Obviously not," Lucius said. "Dear me, what's the use of being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it?"
Mr. Weasley flushed darker than either Weasley or Weasley girl.
"We have a different idea of what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," he said.
"Clearly," said Lucius, his pale eyes straying to Longbottom and Mrs. Longbottom, who were watching apprehensively. "The company you keep, Weasley…and I thought your family could sink no lower-"
There was a thud of metal as Weasley girl's cauldron went flying; Mr. Weasley had thrown himself at Lucius, knocking him backward into a bookshelf. Dozens of heavy spellbooks came thundering down on all their heads; there was yells of, "Get him, dad!" from one of Weasley twin; Mrs. Weasley was shrieking, "No, Arthur, no!"; the crowd stampeded backward, knocking more shelves over; "Gentlemen, please-please!" cried the assistant and then, louder than all-
"Break it up, there, gents, break it up-"
Hagrid was wading toward them through the sea of books. In an instant he had pulled Mr. Weasley and Lucius apart.
Mr. Weasley had a cut lip and Lucius had been hit in the eye by an Encyclopedia of Toadstools. He was still holding Weasley girl's old Transfiguration book. He thrust it at her, his eyes glittering with malice.
"Here, girl-take your book-it's the best your father can give you-" pulled himself out of Hagrid's grip he beckoned to Draco and Pytho and swept from the shop.
It was quiet group that headed back to the fireside in the Leaky Cauldron, Pytho, the Malfoys, and all the shopping would be traveling back to the Manor using Floo powder. They said goodbye to Blasie, Theodore, Pansy, Millicent, and Daphne who were leaving the group for the other fireside in other side of the pub.
Pytho took off his glasses and put them safety in his pocket before helping himself to Floo powder. It was definitely wasn't his favorite way to travel.
AN: Well…It is long chapter. I really hope that you like this chapter. The next eleventh chapter will be about Hogwarts Express and Defense of the Dark Art teacher. Well, see you in next chapter. I hope that you all like these chapters. Wow, but I need more review. So please review! And also thanks for reviewing my story.