I do not own Harry Potter.
This plot bunny has been bothering me for a while, so I wrote this.
Doesn't mean I will actually write this fic.
Summary: Harry attempts to push everyone away when he arrives at the Burrow the summer before sixth year. But when Draco Malfoy, who happens to be staying there, manages to break through Harry's ice wall, what will happen?
Dunno if it will be slash.
Possibly not, maybe friendship
Harry stared at the doors that lead to the Burrow with a slight frown on his face. He shouldn't be here; Dumbledore should know that, he was just letting the Weasleys fall into more danger with him around.
Just look at what happened to Sirius.
He shook his head, banishing the thought away. 'Don't think about that right now.' He scolded himself as the door opened when Dumbledore knocked on it. He didn't have time to peek inside when he was brought into a huge hug by Molly Weasley.
Harry tuned everything out as Dumbledore explained why he was here earlier than usual and was led inside by his best friends mom.
"Are you hungry dear? You are too much thin right now, how about some soup?"
He nodded and gave a sheepish smile when he heard his stomach growl slightly. Truth be told he hadn't been eating right, he wasn't hungry that much these days, especially with the occasional nightmares and visions…
He waved good-bye at Tonks, who gave him a weak smile and left the house.
Harry let out a sigh as Mrs. Weasley placed a bowl in front of him.
"Harry, I know that you probably wouldn't actually listen to this but…" he spotted her hesitated "The order placed someone in our home, someone who refused to get the Dark Mark." Harry's eyes widened, Malfoy got away?
"I promise I'll be nice to him." Harry said, giving a smile he knew that was fake on the inside.
She gave him a strange look and he just traced his scar. Her eyes widened before a soft smile crawled onto her face "You were the one that told Dumbledore, weren't you?" she asked fondly, patting his cheek.
He just gave her a soft smile and went back to eating his food. His ears picked up a set of feet coming down the stairs. 'I bet its Ron….' He thought when the footsteps picked up 'Almost nobody could run like he does.'
He shook his head, he was trying to keep his friends safe, which meant keeping away from them.
Whoops, I guess this is a teaser then because I did not intend to leave it there.
Heh, I think I will make this into a story
When I finish the rest of my stories.
Ha.
