Draco was excited when an invitation to come and stay at Harry's for a couple of weeks was delivered by Hedwig. He immediately accepted and started to pack his bags. His uncle dropped him off at the address given on the invitation, Number 12, Grimmauld Place. He walked up to the forbidding door and knocked three times. The dull sound of the knocker booming out on the old wood was all that Draco heard. Surely it had been magically amplified. The door was answered by Harry, who nervously opened the door slightly and stuck his head through the gap. Seeing Draco standing there, he flung the door wide open.

'Come in! How're you doing?'

'Great, thanks mate.' Draco said, picking up his bags and heading inside. Draco looked around, noticing the ancient layers of grime that covered the house.

'Yeah, the house hasn't been lived in for a while, so we've spent most of the summer trying to clean it up.' Harry said, noticing the unspoken words his friend wished to say. At that moment Sirius came rushing down the stairs.

'Hello, young Draco, having a good summer break?'

'Not bad thanks, Mr Black.'

'Call me Sirius, we are cousins after all.'

'Alright Cos.' Draco responded, deliberately over-enthusiastic.

'Fancy a cup of tea?'Sirius wondered.

'Not half, I'm parched.' Harry replied.

'Well, come on then.' Said Sirius, leading the way to the kitchen. On the way there Draco bumped into a pair of curtains, which sprang open.

'Who invades the noble and ancient House of Black? Not more half blood scum?' Harry winced, hearing from behind him the portrait once more in contact with the world. Draco however, was more than up for the challenge.

'Most certainly not! I am Draco Lucius Malfoy, Son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. Who are you to question me?' He snapped. The portrait instantly changed her tack.

'Narcissa's boy? So good to see you. Nice to have a proper wizard with proper, wizardly feeling back in the house. Do try and keep the blood traitors and half bloods in their place, won't you?.'

'Of course.' Draco drew the curtains to and turned around to see an astounded Sirius staring back at him.

'I don't believe I have seen anyone manage to do that in all my years.'

'What?'

'Shut the old bat up.'

'Who was she?'

'She's your great aunt, my darling mother, Walpurga.'

'So that's how she knew about me then.'

'Oh yes, she seems to have taken rather a shine to you, but I do hope that you'll keep your suppression of blood traitors and half bloods to a minimum while you're here.' Sirius said with a serious look on his face. He was calling Draco's bluff. Draco recognised this, and decided to play along.

'Pity, I was looking forwards to purifying the house and enslaving Harry.'

Suddenly Sirius and Draco burst into laughter, mainly at the shocked look on Harry's face. It was not for a good three or four seconds, that Harry twigged they had only been joking, and soon his face burst asunder into a large grin. They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting away as they helped Sirius to dispose of doxies, which involved spraying them with doxicide and running away when they threatened to bite. It was a fun game and only ended when three rooms had had their entire populations of doxies exterminated. All the running around tired them all out, particularly Sirius who was still in many ways recovering from his stint in Azkaban, so they headed to bed early. Early in the mornig Draco was awoken by a groaning. At first he was startled, but then he realised the noise was coming from Harry, who had a hand held up to his scar. Getting out of bed, he padded over to where Harry lay in bare feet.

'You alright?' He asked.

'Did I wake you?'

'Might have done. You feeling okay?'

'My scar hurts. And I had a dream.'

'You had a dream?' Draco asked, surprised that it should upset Harry so.

'Yeah. Voldemort was in it. He was sitting in a chair being fed by Wormtail. You know, Pettigrew. Then his snake came in and told him that there was a muggle outside, listening to the conversation about his plans. Then Voldemort killed him.'

'Voldemort's back?'

'No, he's still weak, Wormtail's nursing him, but he's still little stronger than a baby. Weaker possibly.'

They sat in silence for a while as Draco digested what he had just heard.

'Scar still hurting?'

'Yeah. Do you think Voldemort's nearby? The only times it's hurt before where when I was in the Chamber and when I fought Quirrell.'

'No. There's no way he could be round here. Besides, didn't Sirius say this place was protected with everything?'

'Yeah. I suppose so. Don't worry about it.'

'Alright. But you'll tell Sirius about it in the morning, won't you?'

'Yeah. Night.'

'Night.'

The next morning Harry told Sirius about his dream and his scar hurting at breakfast. The sausage, eggs and beans were very welcome and Draco couldn't help wondering if the kitchen hadn't been the first place they had tidied.

'I thought we'd deal with the boggart in the second drawing room today, boys. You done Boggarts before?'

'Yeah, Professor Lupin did them with us last year.'

'Good old Remus. Well, do you feel up to it?'

'Yeah!' They boys replied in unison. When they finished breakfast Sirius disappeared for a while before returning.

'Boggart-time?' He asked from the door.

The two boys got up and raced him upstairs. Bursting through the doorway into the dusty and deserted second drawing room, the three stood there panting for a while, trying to get their breath back.

'Right it's in that sideboard over there. Wands out, everyone.'

They got their wands out, and Sirius wiggled his wand such that the cupboard sprang open. Harry was standing nearest the boggart, which changed itself into a dementor. The room went cold, but Harry shouted "Riddikulus". Nothing appeared to happen, but as the creature stretched out is scabby hand it fell off. Harry let out a small squeak of humour. Next the Boggart rounded on Sirius and instantly changed itself into a small child, screaming its head off. Sirius waved his wand and the baby's mother picked it up. The boggart now turned its attention to Draco. It instantly morphed into an image of his father which resolutely ignored Draco. Draco cast the spell and hoped for the best. Suddenly the figure of Lucius started to do a chicken impression, clucking and strutting around the room like a bird. The whole room fell about laughing and the boggart vanished. They carried on laughing for what seemed like an age, but were all too soon interrupted by a knock on the door.

'I'll get it!' said Sirius, who left the two boys alone in the room.

'I wonder who that could be.' Harry said, 'I didn't know we were expecting anyone.'

'Let's go and look.'

They rushed outside and looked down the staircase just in time to see a flash of familiar purple robes round the corner into the kitchen.

'What's Dumbledore doing here?' Harry asked.

'Don't know. Do you think we should stay up here or head down?'

The two boys looked at each other and nodded. Harry leapt onto the banisters and started to slide whilst Draco set off at a run down the stairs.

When Draco reached the bottom, he gasped. There was Professor Dumbledore, standing right in front of him. A few seconds later, Harry popped off the end of the banister and landed neatly.

'Ah. Harry m'boy. Your Godfather wrote to me telling me that you had had a dream related to Voldemort. I just popped by to see if everything was alright.'

'Yes, thank you, Sir, I'm feeling a lot better now.'

'Good. Was this dream accompanied by anything else?'

'My scar hurt a bit.'

'I see.' Said rumbled Dumbledore. 'What happened in the dream?'

'Well, Voldemort was being fed by Wormtail and then Voldemort said something about the quidditch world cup and Bertha Jorkins. Whoever she is she's gone missing and I think Voldemort killed her from what he was saying. Then Nagini came in-that's Voldemort's snake, Sir, she's absolutely massive, and said something in Parseltongue.'

'Could you understand it?'

'Oh yes, she said that an old muggle was eavesdropping outside. Voldemort invited the man in and killed him.'

'I see. Did you hear what they had been planning?'

'Yes, Sir, they'd been planning to kill someone. Me.'

Dumbledore looked thoughtful. What could the great man be thinking? Eventually he spoke again.

'Well, Harry. Keep an eye on these dreams. If you have any more, let me know at once. Particularly if you scar hurts.'

'Is there anything we can do about it?' asked Sirius.

'Nothing, I'm afraid.' Dumbledore said before making his goodbyes and leaving. No-one spoke until the door shut to.

'Blimey, Harry, I'd forgotten about the cup! My uncle Noctifer's managed to get tickets. I've invited Ron and Hermione, do you want to come?'

'Yes!' said Harry as if Draco was a bit of an idiot for even needing to ask the question.

'Great! I'll write home tonight and tell him you're in, then.'

Draco stayed at Grimmauld place for the next two weeks, which were mainly spent clearing out the house. Professor Sprout dropped by to pick up the venomous tentacula, which years of neglect had allowed to grow from small houseplants useful for keeping flies out of the kitchen into vast plants, capable of devouring a small dog, but otherwise Draco saw no-one else he knew, even on the occasions that they went out in the evenings. He did however take particular delight when Sirius showed him the family tree that covered one of the rooms of the house. He could see himself, Sirius and thousands of his ancestors dating back to the time of the conquest. Hermione was right, there really were too many diagonal lines on this thing, weren't there. On the last day he was going to spend there, Draco packed his bags. Harry did the same and the next morning they were picked up early by Noctifer Malfoy, who had arrived in a large car. From there, they drove south, avoiding central London to where they had agreed to pick Hermione up.

'Hi Hermione!' Draco enthused as he bounced out of the car.

'Hi Draco. Hi Harry!'

'Hi Hermione? How are you? All packed?'

'Yeah I'm good to go. Noctifer loaded her bags into the back of the car and they started the long journey west to pick up Ron. It was three hours later that they arrived at The Burrow, where Ron was waiting inside. Mrs Weasley invited them all in for tea and refreshments, even if she was secretly suspicious about Noctifer. What good could a Malfoy be? She asked herself. Nonetheless, she wasn't one to be inhospitable and warmly offered around the tea pot and iced buns.

'Had a good journey down from London?' She asked.

'Yes, it was quite quick. Ministry said it was best to act as a muggle, so I thought I'd drive to the cup. It'll be less suspicious.' Noctifer explained. Molly Weasley was clearly impressed by how well he could fit in as a muggle as he sat there in a body-warmer and deep green wellington boots without even the slightest hint of mud on them, the very model of a gentleman farmer.

'So, you don't find driving scary then. Arthur used to have a car, but I'd never have a go myself.'

'See you later Ron. Look out for the others when they get there.' Mrs Weasley bade her youngest son farewell and before long they were on the road again, driving into the night. In the back of the car the boys dosed, whilst Hermione fell asleep in the front passenger sleep. Noctifer carried on driving until he reached the campsite he had booked. By now it was early morning.

'Wake up, sleepyheads!' Noctifer said rather loudly. He gave them all a bit of a shake and got out to talk to the owner of the campsite.

'You know, it's good to have someone normal about. I usually don't get that many visitors about at this time of year, but right now it seems like the annual trips from some asylum's come here without anyone mentioning it. There's one guy walking around in a dress! Anyway, you're at campsite 12b, just as you booked it. You head down the farm track, second paddock on your left. The space is all marked out. You should find it easily. The deposit was for forty pounds. Noctifer handed over two crisp notes, which the owner took gratefully, given all the things that other wizards had tried to pay him with that day.

'Come on, Kiddos! Off we go!'

They set off down the track, which seemed quiet, until they rounded the bend past some trees, where they suddenly came into contact with a mass of humanity including the Weasley twins.

'Hi guys! We've just got our tents set up, fancy coming round for a cup of tea?'

Noctifer said that he'd handle erecting the tents while they ran off to have a cup of tea, but to be sure to be back in an hour or so for breakfast. The tents the Weasley's were staying in were impressive, there was no doubt about that, with kitchens, bedrooms and even plumbing and Harry was duly awestruck. Draco was merely quietly impressed, since he had seen Noctifer's tent before.

That tent was even more impressive than Draco had previously remembered. The stout oak doors were still dividing up the bedrooms, but had that chandelier been there previously? And the kitchen had definitely not had so many shining copper pans before and. Was that a jelly mould? Hermione was seriously surprised at all of this and did her best to suppress a small laugh. To her mind the oak doors that wouldn't have looked out of place in Dracula's castle most certainly did in the thin canvas walls of the tent. Nonetheless, she had to admit to herself it was nice camping in a proper bed and when it started to rain in the early evening, she also was pleasantly surprised at how quiet it was. They were unsure about what to do for dinner when all of a sudden the fire in the chimney that formed the heart of the tent sputtered into life. Out stepped Noctifer, carrying four white plastic bags each with a blue picture of a cod on the outside.

'Fish and chips, anyone?' he asked. Ravenously hungry, they each took their greasy delight and tucked in. That fish was good, deliciously creamy flakes and a lovely hot batter. The chips were just right as well, if a little in need of salt, nice and fluffy on the inside and crispy on the outside. As Draco wiped a blob of grease from the side of his mouth he gave a sigh of contentment. There really was nothing like fish and chips was there? Curling up under the thick duvet, Draco shut his eyes and waited for the excitement the next day would bring.