A/n: I am so sorry this chapter was up before, but I couldn't upload until
the sixth, but my class trip was on the fifth. I had to go to the doctors
with sunburn on Thursday, and I didn't go to school Friday either because
of Death threats against teachers and other people at my high school.
Tele-owling-use the floo network to owl someone. Head pops up in other fireplace.
If you want to be notified of updates, let me know in a review and leave an e-mail address.
Poomfrey's name is Chloe for the duration of this fic.
Draco does not think of Lucius as his father. He has completely disowned him in his mind.
Words without a/n's: 858 with: 987
Chapter eight: Harry's misfortune or Draco's good fortune.
Bill went up the stairs and entered the room that Tom had pointed out. He walked over to the bed and placed Harry down on it. He looked again at the poor boy with blood covering his body. He didn't see how anyone could do that to a child. He cleaned Harry up as best as he could, and healing minor injuries before tele-owling Madame Poomfrey at Hogwarts. He interrupted her in the middle of a tirade at Professor Snape about a lack of healing potions. He found it funny the way Snape's lip curled at the sight of himself.
As soon as Chloe, as she insisted on being called, heard that Bill had an abused child in his care she started to gather potions and other devices to go heal this poor boy. She didn't even bother to find out the child's name. When she arrived in the cozy room, saw the state of the child, noticed how concerned bill was for the child, and shooed him out of the room. As he was basically thrown out of the room, she said, "I'll summon you when he is close to waking up. He is in serious pain, and you will just get in the way.
So, Bill turned and started to go down the stairs when he heard an angry voice yelling. He didn't hear everything, but what he heard was Disgrace, Pathetic… …useless ingrate. He missed parts, but he heard told him that there was a confrontation going on. He ran down the rest of the steps, and noticed that the confrontation was between the blonde-haired boy and a man who could only be his father, Lucius Malfoy, with a cold-blooded smirk on his face. The boy, who now had a red handprint on his face, was trembling in fear, as was everyone else in the room. Everyone knows that the Malfoy's dealt in dark objects, and, like the Mafia, go after the family's of whomever got in their way. "Get away from him Malfoy," Bill said in a cold tone. Lucius looked around, then saw who had been said it to him, and drawled "What is a beggar like going to do about it, Weasley, send a dust bunny from your vault to kill me."
"I said get away from him," and with that cursed the man with a barely legal curse. He looked at the boy, and decided that since he was collecting abused children, that he should add a Malfoy to the mix. "Do you need a place to stay? You can always stay with me." He said in a calm tone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Draco's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Draco looked around the taproom, before moving to the counter. HE asked for a chicken dinner special, a butterbeer, and to rent a room. He waited several minutes for the food, and then took it back to his table. AS he ate his meal, he thought about many of the revelations that had come to him. He was frightened of being in Slytherin, so he would most likely get into Ravenclaw or Gryfindor. He was hoping for Gryfindor because his father would most likely disown him for being put into that house. HE than started to worry about his mother, if Lucius found out that she had helped him escape, she would be hurt pretty badly. HE came back to reality with a start. Someone had knocked his butterbeer out of his hand as he was trying to take a drink. HE was about to protest when he saw that it was Lucius. He gulped but refused to cower from him. "Did you really think you could get away from me? I own you," and with those cold words he smacked the boy hard across the face. Several patrons protested, but he threatened to kill them and their families if the got involved in this dispute. " You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name, playing with mudbloods and werewolves. You are pathetic. You should have been drowned at birth, you worthless ingrate." With each word, Draco almost non-existent self-esteem shrunk smaller.
Then he heard the words that would change him for the rest of his life. "Get away from him Malfoy," was said by the man who had been cradling a cloak wrapped bundle earlier. He didn't even back down when his father asked what a beggar like him was going to do about it, or words to that affect. He was shocked when the man used a curse that was still being debated, so it probably wouldn't be legal for much longer.
He became even more shocked when the man offered to let him stay with him. Draco answered yes hesitantly to the man. "Then I guess you should know that my name is Bill Weasley. You can call me Bill," he said, and with that, he got another room for the boy, Draco, and himself to share.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bill's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chloe would was taking a long time to heal Harry, but he was going to have to interrupt her, to make sure Draco wasn't suffering from anything besides a sprain and some bruises, which he could heal.
Tele-owling-use the floo network to owl someone. Head pops up in other fireplace.
If you want to be notified of updates, let me know in a review and leave an e-mail address.
Poomfrey's name is Chloe for the duration of this fic.
Draco does not think of Lucius as his father. He has completely disowned him in his mind.
Words without a/n's: 858 with: 987
Chapter eight: Harry's misfortune or Draco's good fortune.
Bill went up the stairs and entered the room that Tom had pointed out. He walked over to the bed and placed Harry down on it. He looked again at the poor boy with blood covering his body. He didn't see how anyone could do that to a child. He cleaned Harry up as best as he could, and healing minor injuries before tele-owling Madame Poomfrey at Hogwarts. He interrupted her in the middle of a tirade at Professor Snape about a lack of healing potions. He found it funny the way Snape's lip curled at the sight of himself.
As soon as Chloe, as she insisted on being called, heard that Bill had an abused child in his care she started to gather potions and other devices to go heal this poor boy. She didn't even bother to find out the child's name. When she arrived in the cozy room, saw the state of the child, noticed how concerned bill was for the child, and shooed him out of the room. As he was basically thrown out of the room, she said, "I'll summon you when he is close to waking up. He is in serious pain, and you will just get in the way.
So, Bill turned and started to go down the stairs when he heard an angry voice yelling. He didn't hear everything, but what he heard was Disgrace, Pathetic… …useless ingrate. He missed parts, but he heard told him that there was a confrontation going on. He ran down the rest of the steps, and noticed that the confrontation was between the blonde-haired boy and a man who could only be his father, Lucius Malfoy, with a cold-blooded smirk on his face. The boy, who now had a red handprint on his face, was trembling in fear, as was everyone else in the room. Everyone knows that the Malfoy's dealt in dark objects, and, like the Mafia, go after the family's of whomever got in their way. "Get away from him Malfoy," Bill said in a cold tone. Lucius looked around, then saw who had been said it to him, and drawled "What is a beggar like going to do about it, Weasley, send a dust bunny from your vault to kill me."
"I said get away from him," and with that cursed the man with a barely legal curse. He looked at the boy, and decided that since he was collecting abused children, that he should add a Malfoy to the mix. "Do you need a place to stay? You can always stay with me." He said in a calm tone.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Draco's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Draco looked around the taproom, before moving to the counter. HE asked for a chicken dinner special, a butterbeer, and to rent a room. He waited several minutes for the food, and then took it back to his table. AS he ate his meal, he thought about many of the revelations that had come to him. He was frightened of being in Slytherin, so he would most likely get into Ravenclaw or Gryfindor. He was hoping for Gryfindor because his father would most likely disown him for being put into that house. HE than started to worry about his mother, if Lucius found out that she had helped him escape, she would be hurt pretty badly. HE came back to reality with a start. Someone had knocked his butterbeer out of his hand as he was trying to take a drink. HE was about to protest when he saw that it was Lucius. He gulped but refused to cower from him. "Did you really think you could get away from me? I own you," and with those cold words he smacked the boy hard across the face. Several patrons protested, but he threatened to kill them and their families if the got involved in this dispute. " You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name, playing with mudbloods and werewolves. You are pathetic. You should have been drowned at birth, you worthless ingrate." With each word, Draco almost non-existent self-esteem shrunk smaller.
Then he heard the words that would change him for the rest of his life. "Get away from him Malfoy," was said by the man who had been cradling a cloak wrapped bundle earlier. He didn't even back down when his father asked what a beggar like him was going to do about it, or words to that affect. He was shocked when the man used a curse that was still being debated, so it probably wouldn't be legal for much longer.
He became even more shocked when the man offered to let him stay with him. Draco answered yes hesitantly to the man. "Then I guess you should know that my name is Bill Weasley. You can call me Bill," he said, and with that, he got another room for the boy, Draco, and himself to share.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bill's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chloe would was taking a long time to heal Harry, but he was going to have to interrupt her, to make sure Draco wasn't suffering from anything besides a sprain and some bruises, which he could heal.