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A translation of Harry James Riddle Potter by VampirePrincess27

Chapter 1: An Unexpected Visit to Privet Drive

Harry Potter lay in his room at number 4 Privet Drive, being punished as was common, after the death of his godfather. Although his punishment was recent, he did not feel the difference since he had spent the time since he came back from Hogwarts without leaving his room. Only to do the chores around the house, eat, and go to the bathroom. The only difference was that now he was forbidden to eat for the rest of the holiday, which would last two more weeks; but that was no problem for him because he had the brilliant idea of changing a few galleons for Muggle money before returning from school, knowing that the privileges granted by his godfather would end when the Dursleys knew that Sirius had died. Not that he was going to tell them, but he had not wanted to risk that, somehow, they would find out and he had to go hungry; because the last thing he wanted to do was worry Ron and Hermione more than they already were because of what had happened in the ministry.

The problem was that in his life everything was possible; and that was the reason he found himself laid on his back on the bed looking at photographs of his godfather and his parents, missing them and feeling more alone than ever. He loved his friends, but he needed something else... someone else, and not even Ginny had been able to fill that void.

The unexpected visit by the Hogwarts headmaster had made the Dursleys know that he was now wholly orphaned, which had caused them to decide to take revenge for the time they had to endure at home in fear of his godfather's killer. Professor Dumbledore had gone to his uncle's house three days earlier to do the reading of Sirius's will and it was there that unfortunately, his uncles had realized that he had inherited a house and a lot of money even if they did not fully understand it; because what he had inherited was the number 12 Grimmauld Place (a mansion), several chambers in Gringotts full of galleons in his name and against his will that despicable domestic elf Kreacher.

But despite the ambition of his uncles of learning of his fortune, it was enough that they saw a couple of galleons in their hand to retract their idea of charging the time they had to keep him. Although that didn't stop them from giving anything to him again arguing that he had enough money to never ask them for anything; this, however, was no problem for him. But the worst argument he had with his uncle and aunt was the one that now had him at crossroads, (considering between leaving Privet Drive or being locked up for two more weeks) happened the day before afternoon, when an unknown owl had arrived by the chimney of the house interrupting the visit of one of the neighbors to his aunt Petunia carrying a letter for Harry, which was not strange, the strange thing was the sender of the letter.

The argument had been so strong that his uncle had run him out of the house, shoving in his face the fact that he already had a house and that he could finally leave. But he still couldn't decide whether he'd moved to Grimmauld Place without the director's knowledge or stay until the return of classes. And while the decision was not made, he was confined to his room, which on second thought was not a bad thing because he had all the free time to sort out his ideas and make a decision.

He closed the photo album Hagrid had given him and turned over on the bed looking at the ceiling. He took the letter that was on his bedside table and read it for the twentieth time trying to find something that would tell him it was one of Voldemort's trap.

Mr. Harry Potter:

It is my duty to inform you that in one of your chambers there is information that must be given to you personally and it is of the utmost importance. The delivery clause stipulates that it must be done personally and without the knowledge of someone else or else the information will be destroyed. It is important that you meet with me as soon as possible for delivery, so I will wait for you in two days at 2 pm with no chance to miss or else you will not be given the contents of the chamber.

Griphook,

Gringotts Wizarding Bank

Harry carefully closed the letter and kept it, thinking how strange the clause about not telling anyone was. He had considered telling the director, but that would be risking losing the information and that was something that could not be afforded, especially if it served to defeat Voldemort, although he was not sure about that.

He let out a sigh of boredom and rose from the bed to stretch his legs. He leaned over the window wishing he could get to breathe fresh air, but punished as he was he did not think he could go out, his uncles would not let him, which only left him only a way out to attend his date at the bank, and that was... to move to Grimmauld Place. He wanted to leave this house but was terrified of moving alone to his godfather's house, painful memories would consume him.

"Pathetic Harry, now it turns out you can't live alone"

Frustrated, he kicked the chair next to him and it fell with a deaf blow a few thousandths of a second before the sound of an appearance was heard right in front of his house.

Any wizard could perfectly distinguish the sound of an apparition, and he was no exception. He turned quickly scrutinizing through the window and grabbing his wand tightly, ready to attack. But there was no one, after a few seconds he began to believe that perhaps being gone from the magical world for so long was affecting him, so he kept his wand just in time to hear how the padlocks were opened on the other side of his door. He turned as his uncle Vernon entered his room, looking upset and uncomfortable, he went straight to the point. "Your aunt wants you to go buy her some things she needs for dinner," he said, staring at him.

- I thought I was grounded and couldn't get out of my room, - He knew it was a good opportunity to get fresh air, but Harry couldn't help but be disturbed when he had a chance.

– If it were up to me, you wouldn't leave this room, brat. But Dudley didn't want to go out on the street, he says he heard a very loud sound in front of the house -. He turned around and left the list on the bedside table and before he left, he added — You have half an hour to return—and slammed the door.

If Dudley also heard that sound, it might mean it wasn't a hallucination; after being attacked by the Dementors he was more sensitive to magic. Well, the best thing was to go out with his wand hidden just to avoid surprises. He took the list and his wand and left the house ready to take a good walk. The day, after all, wasn't so bad, or so he thought.

He quickly bought the dinner stuff and come running back to spend some time in the park. He was sitting on a swing, in the same park where a year earlier he had been attacked by dementors, eating a slice of pizza accompanied by a cola soda when he heard for the second time in the day the sound of an apparition, but this time it was closer. He got up fast and pulled out his wand watching around him but saw nothing, the park was lonely, a good time to attack him without anyone noticing. He felt the adrenaline rush through his veins as he waited for the slightest movement. He expected to be attacked at any moment by dementors, Death Eaters or Voldemort himself; but what he did not expect was to see a domestic elf walking directly towards him, dressed in an old rag piece and with huge brown eyes; he wasted no time and raised the wand pointing it at him. The elf stopped when he saw his reaction and cleared his throat, somewhat nervous.

"Mr-Mr. Harry Potter," he said with a small bow, "My master would like to speak to you but he wants Twynki to assure him that you will not attack him." He ended up shaking and looking back. Harry watched attentively above the elf looking for someone but saw nothing.

"And can I know who your master is?" Harry replied as he watched the elf shudder over the question.

– "The master forbade Twynki to say his name until you agree to speak to him without bewitching him"–the elf writhed his hands nervously.

- Well, I'm sorry to tell you that if you don't tell me who your master is, I won't talk to him. - Harry looks at him decisively waiting for the elf's answer. But this answer didn't come so he decided it was best to get out of there as soon as possible before someone attacked him. He turned and had barely taken two steps when he heard a voice behind his back that caused his skin to stand.

-Wait Potter,- spoke a familiar, terribly well-known voice. Harry tensed at that moment, begging Merlin that this drag of words did not belong to whom he believed, or he would be dead. He turned slowly thinking it was impossible for him to be here. Serious mistake.

– Malfoy! – He brandished the wand ready to attack.

– Wait Potter. I'm not here to fight." He said raising his empty hands.

– You don't expect me to believe that Malfoy. I'm sure you're coming with more Death Eaters or your father." He thought he saw a look of pain in his eyes, but it was just an illusion, he still had the same look of superiority as ever.

- I didn't expect you to be able to without difficulty, but I'm just asking you to please listen to me," he said with regret. Harry fixed his eyes on the grays of Malfoy. His gaze was intense, so he turned his gaze away so he could talk.

– Look Malfoy, first, I don't have to listen to you, secondly, I don't know what you're doing here, and I don't know how you found me. So you can go back from where you came from unless you want to have a magical duel in the Muggle world; and with you being the son of a Death Eater, who do you think they will take to Azkaban? – He regretted his last sentence when he saw a grimace of pain across Malfoy's face but in the next second it was gone; instead, there was an unemotional mask.

-I know that after everything my father did to you and everything I've done at school to you and your friends, I don't have the right to ask you anything; but I'll still do it because I know you're the only one who can help me. If you want to know how I found you, I'll tell you. I asked my elf to follow you since you left school and that when you were completely alone and out of the protections of that house, she would take me to you-. In his voice there was not a single trace of emotion, it sounded empty, devoid of feelings.

– Well, I still don't know how I'll help you if all I know is that you've been spying on me. What do you intend Malfoy? – Harry asked impatiently. He needed to know to understand why the Draco Malfoy in front of him was very different from the Malfoy of Hogwarts; although he was vaguely aware that it had been more than half an hour before he had left the house. - Come on, Malfoy, I don't have all day." Malfoy stared without changing his expression.

– I know. My elf told me that the muggle had only given you half an hour, but this is important – his expression passed in a second from being indifferent to one of complete despair as well as his voice. "My father is locked up in Azkaban... I know you're not interested—he hastened to continue before I replicated—but for whom I am here for is my mother—He looks straight into Harry's eyes and spat rapidly— The Dark Lord took my mother! – he sighed - As payment for my father's mistakes."

And that was all the great Draco Malfoy could bear. He collapsed on his knees on the ground weeping desolately as he begged.

– I know that you may not care what happens to her, but please I ask that... I beg you to help me save her, I promise I'll do whatever you want, whatever it is, but please save her Potter, that's all I'm asking." His eyes reflected an intense pain and deep sadness that Harry was tempted to hug him and assure him that everything would be fine, but as soon as he thought that he dismissed the idea.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Harry? He thought"

– I... I don't know... I don't... - Harry was baffled; he didn't know what to do.

–Please Potter, save her! What do you want me to do? I don't mind humiliating myself more if you help me save my mother." Malfoy looked at him from the ground with begging eyes and he couldn't bear to see that look of pain on his face. He sighed with resignation.

- It's okay Malfoy, I don't know if I can help you bring back your mother, but I'll try to—his eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope that made Harry's heart leap. – I still don't know if I can believe you or not, but for the moment I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Harry let out a little sigh and continued. - The time is up, I have to go back, or I'll have more trouble, but I'll see you tomorrow in the Leaky Cauldron at noon."

Malfoy looked into his eyes looking for a lie, but when he couldn't find one he smiled weakly and nodded. Harry got lost in his eyes and unconsciously extended his right hand. Malfoy looked at him in amazement but quickly took it before Potter regretted it. When their hands came together, they felt an electrifying sensation pass through their hands.

– Oh! Come on Malfoy– Harry was uncomfortable and didn't know what to do – Stop crying or your eyes are going to turn red and ruin your cute angelic features. - Harry wanted to swallow his words as soon as they came out and he looked at Malfoy flushed. - I didn't want to... I didn't mean...

–Thank you! – Malfoy smiled and embraced him causing a slight shudder in both. -I have to go now.- Harry returned the hug automatically and when he reacted, he cleared his throat and walked away.

– You're welcome Malfoy. Just don't try to play with me, because if you do, Voldemort will look like an innocent puppy next to me. Malfoy let out a little laugh that to Harry, who had never heard it, seemed like the most beautiful sound he could hear.

- See you, tomorrow Potter, - and saying this he took his elf's hand and he disappeared. Harry let go of a long sigh.

"What have I gotten myself into. You never learn Harry."

He turned around, picked up his things, and ran.

The banter his uncles gave him wasn't as close as to what he was expecting. They just picked the things up while they were yelling at him that he didn't even know how to use a watch. Harry wanted to reply that if he had one, he was sure he'd know how to use it, but he shouldn't abuse his luck that way, I'd better use it for something else. He'd make the most of it now that they weren't so upset.

– "Uncle Vernon, tomorrow I have to go to... one place" – upon the annoying look of his uncle he quickly added – "I have to start fixing my house to move out as soon as possible" – it worked. His gaze changed to one of joy.

– Well if it's for that you can leave whenever you want."

Harry nodded and went up the stairs. He dropped into his bed to sort out his ideas and see how he would get to the Leaky Cauldron without doing magic and how could he get into Grimmauld Place. He did not know if there would be protections that would prevent him from entering, or if on the contrary upon entering there would be some kind of alarm that would alert the Order or Dumbledore.

"How did I not think of this before!"

He jumped up and began to circle around the room as a plan was forming in his mind. An hour later the plan was ready to be carried out, but he had to hurry before nightfall. All that was missing was who He would call first, but he thought the sooner he knew if he could count on him, the better. So, with that decided he stood in the middle of the room and I called:

- Kreacher!

A plop rang out in the room.

"Master Potter," he said contemptuously, giving an exaggerated bow while he began his repertoire of insults to the half-breeds, blood traitors, mudbloods, and more. Harry sighed and let him rant at ease. He knew that if he wanted him on his side, he had to use all his pieces carefully.

– Kreacher enough! I understand. You hate me for occupying the Black's Mansion and I hate you for Sirius's death. But I called you to propose a truce: if you help me in whatever I need, no matter what it may be, when I defeat Voldemort you'll be free to go with the Malfoys or whoever you want—Harry saw his eyes shine and knew he needed only one thing: to make sure. -But for the duration of the war, you won't be able to tell anyone, absolutely no one what you see, hear or do. Understood?"

– Yes Master Harry–. He said with another bow, but this time, less exaggerated. Harry just smiled, that part was already done, now he was just missing …

– "Kreacher do you know if I can enter the mansion by appearing inside or do I have to come and go in through the door?

– Kreacher believes that Master Harry may appear directly at the mansion because it now belongs to him, but if the master has doubts Kreacher can take him with him and appear in front of the mansion's fireplace."

Harry thought about it for a moment and thought it best to talk to Dobby before he left. He consulted the time and decided it would be better for Kreacher to come back tomorrow morning. That gave him enough time to talk to Dobby.

– Perfect Kreacher. Could you come back for me early tomorrow? - And since he was at it he could find out if what Malfoy told him was true, - and before you come back for me, I need you to investigate where Narcissa Malfoy is and with whom."

– Yes Master Harry. Kreacher withdraws– he bowed and disappeared.

Harry stared at the place where Kreacher disappeared debating what to do now. He decided to eat something light and then call Dobby. He lifted a board off the floor and took a couple of sandwiches and orange juice. He missed pumpkin juice, but he could have always had a little tomorrow. While eating, he tried to see the pros and cons of staying in the mansion without telling anyone; but after half an hour he decided that depending on the content of the information given to him in the bank tomorrow he would decide whether to stay or not; because at the end of the day the information should be important if he was asked to keep quiet.

He got up willing to call Dobby before time got out of his hands. He felt certain displeasure at not being able to tell his friends anything, but as soon as he had all the information, he would let them know. He shook his head clearing that feeling and called Dobby.

– ¡Dobby!

The elf appeared with a small plop.

– Harry Potter sir, – his huge green eyes shone with emotion – Dobby is very happy to see him again sir, and know that you are well."

– Thank you Dobby, I am also glad to see you. Do you still work in the Hogwarts kitchens?

– "Yes sir, Dobby gets paid for his work and gets one day off a month."

"That sounds very good Dobby–. Harry watched him a few seconds before asking him – Dobby, I called you because... I wanted to know if you... could you help me?

– Of course Harry Potter sir. Dobby will be happy to help you. You just have to say what Master Potter needs."

– At the moment it is not much, I just need you to go with me to Gringotts bank and if should any problems arise you disappear with me. I also wanted to ask you to please tell no one; not Dumbledore, not anyone. Could you?

– Of course Harry Potter sir. Dobby will do whatever you ask."

– Thank you Dobby. Just one more thing; it's very likely that later we'll have to appear at number 12 Grimmauld Place with Kreacher, but for anything in the world can you tell anyone where I am, let alone with whom, could you do that for me Dobby? – Harry observed by calculating his reaction.

–You should not worry Sir. Dobby will keep the secret of Harry Potter as his own."

– Thank you Dobby. Then I'll see you tomorrow. When I'm ready, I'll call you back." Harry was very happy. Everything was going well for him.

– Harry Potter Sir. "He bowed and disappeared.

"Very good. Everything went perfectly. I just hope this isn't the calm before the storm."

But Harry couldn't known how closely he asserted.

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