A/N: I hope you guyz like this. I don't where this will go but read on!
And yes. I don't own any of the characters in this fic!!! What do u expect!
Chapter 2
Harry's eye's flew open. They were already here!
He looked at the watch. He had overslept. It was 10 o clock in the morning. He dressed into loose jeans and a shirt as fast as he could and cautiously went downstairs.
He didn't need to open the door because they were already inside. Harry walked to the kitchen to see, Snape and Malfoy sipping tea. They really did look like muggles harry thought. Snape was dressed in a grey clean cut suit and Malfoy had on a pair of Khakis and a D12 shirt. Harry looked at his clothes. Dudley's give aways. His Uncle, aunt and cousin were at the table too. Uncle Vernon was glaring at him, Aunt Petunia was her tight lipped self and Dudley wasn't even looking him in the eye.
Snape however was looking at Harry in apparent amusement and Harry could see the beginnings of a sneer of Malfoy's face. He must look even more skinnier in these baggy clothes, harry thought in disdain.
God help me through this holiday, he thought. Everyone was still staring at him.
" boy!" his uncle barked. "I thought I told you to open the door! Don't I feed you enough to be more faster!"
Harry stayed silent. This was humiliating. He could tolerate his uncle's bullying when only the Dursley's were present, but when Snape and Malfoy were here? He could feel his cheeks burning when Snape looked at him with an unpleasant smile on his face. Malfoy had less self control. It looked as if he was going to burst out laughing any second.
" did you hear me boy? Go make some pan cakes for our guests" snapped uncle Vernon. Apparently, he was enjoying this.
Harry looked at Uncle Vernon stonily.
" don't you understand English!" yelled uncle Vernon, spraying Snape with spit. Harry managed a smile. He stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do, then he gave up and started making the batter.
Harry had his back to the table but he could hear whatever they merry little party was saying. Harry knew that Snape and Malfoy had enjoyed the scene. They would have loved some more. But Uncle Vernon was still wary about Harry's criminal godfather.
Look at the great Harry Potter now, harry thought bitterly, mixing the Batter with unnecessary vigour.
" Mr.Snape, I'm sure you'll find our house most ideal for your stay"
" I'm sure I will" said Snape in a silky voice.
" what is it exactly that you're going to do here?"
" we aren't going to do anything as such, me and my young friend here, just wanted a place to stay before we move into our real house"
" ahh, well you can give me the payment right now if you want"
" fine"
Harry could hear the clink of coins and the rustle of notes. He could almost see Uncle Vernon beady little eye's full of greed. So this was how Snape and Malfoy were going to stay here.
" My family and I are going to Majorca" said Uncle Vernon, wanting to show off.
" ahh, is that boy going with you too?"
Harry listened curiously, he of course wasn't going to go.
" that boy isn't part of the family" said Uncle Vernon scathingly. But Harry didn't mind.
" ahh" said Snape.
" anyway, we have got to be going, the boy will stay here, and please when we're gone, can you make sure he doesn't leave the house in ruins?"
" why not " said Snape.
" thank you, come on Petunia, Dudley, lets go"
harry turned around suddenly, " you're going now?" he asked in surprise.
Uncle Vernon glared at him murderously, as though challenging him to make them stay.
" yes, boy, we are" he said., " and I want to have a word with you"
Uncle Vernon walked into the den and Harry followed.
" now listen here, boy" he said narrowing his eyes. , " if you show ANY sign of your abnormalities when those nice people are here, I will personally teach you a lesson when I come BACK!" he said, spraying spit on Harry's glass's.
Harry trembled in anger. He had no right to talk to him like that.
" don't worry, Uncle Vernon, I wont do anything, in fact I think I'll be in my room the whole day, writing letters to my godfather...you know the..."
" I KNOW WHICH ONE!" yelled Uncle Vernon. His moustache twitching comically.
" well then " harry said brightly, enjoying the effect of his words on his dear old uncle, " enjoy Majorca". With this, Harry walked calmly to his room.
*
when Harry came down for lunch he was fully prepared to have the worst lunch he had ever had in his life. He had even taken his wand with him, just in case Malfoy tried anything stupid.
" ahh, hello Potter" said Professor Snape with a leer on his face.
" hello Professor" Harry said as normally as possible. He wasn't going to let anything get to him.
" charming people you're relations are, potter" it was Malfoy sneering.
" at least their better than yours" Harry snapped back.
" now, now, boys" said Snape, " I'll appreciate it if you didn't argue."
" sure, professor" said Malfoy.
Harry ate in complete silence. No one was talking and he didn't have any intentions of starting a conversation.
" you really have a nice uncle you know Potter" said Malfoy
" well Malfoy I see that you have worse taste than I previously imagined"
" well at least it's better than yours"
" shove off Malfoy"
" why Potter, cant think of anything to answer back?"
" you don't want to know"
" ohh I do Potter, I do" sneered Malfoy.
" well then you.." Harry was cut short.
" I said I will appreciate it, if Potter didn't argue"
" but professor.."
" don't argue with me boy, you wont like me when I'm in a bad mood"
" I don't even like you when you're in a good one" Harry muttered
" what did you say boy?"
" nothing"
" he said professor, that you are a slimy git"
" I did not Malfoy!" said Harry, though you are very right. Thought Harry.
" I wouldn't put that past you, Potter"
" that's it!" cried Harry , "I've had enough of this" he got up and strode upstairs.
*
' it was all your fault harry ! your fault!
No! No cedric! It wasn't. It was Voldemort!
You were always a poor liar Potter, said the image of Cedric Diggory. He was floating away...
no! Wait, wait! You don't understand! Harry tried catching up but he was too fast.
WAIT! Harry yelled. He had to make him understand. It wasn't him, it wasn't him! But then Harry tripped and he was falling, falling.... and there a the end of the pit was Voldemort... Harry was just about to hit he ground when he woke up.
He looked around his room, panting. It was all right, he told himself. It was all just a dream. With that he went to sleep again.
Harry went down to breakfast late so he wouldn't need to meet Snape or Malfoy. Sadly however, Malfoy had decided to do the same thing. Harry groaned inwardly as he saw Malfoy munching on some sausages.
" professor Snape made some for me just before he left, you'll have to make it the muggle way....but" he said, " I'm sure you've already had a lot of practice"
" I don't mind Malfoy, its people like you who do"
" people like me? Ohh, you mean pure bloods"
" no, I mean buffoons"
" buffoons? What kind of name is that?"
" it's the right name to describe you"
" Potter, you make me sick"
" Malfoy, you make me sicker" snapped harry.
" well then, if I make you so sick , why are you standing here talking to me?"
" talking? Whose talking?"
" you are Potter, or are all mudbloods as thick as you are?"
" are all Pure bloods as screwed up as you are?"
" no, but at least they know how to fight" sneered Malfoy
" fight? Then you must not be a pure blood Malfoy"
at this Malfoy lunged at Harry, and Harry took out his wand.
" got your wand eh Potter?" leered Malfoy. , " luckily I got mine too"
" good" said Harry. But instead of using his wand, Malfoy punched him in the nose.
" oww!" Harry yelled angrily. And threw a punch at Malfoy. Soon both of them were rolling on the floor.
" what is GOING ON?" asked a very angry voice. Both boys stopped fighting and stood up.
" Malfoy?" said Harry in shock
" father!" exclaimed Malfoy.
Hahaha. Yes, if you can call this a cliff hangar, it is. And I will write more if u guyz review!!:D
And yes. I don't own any of the characters in this fic!!! What do u expect!
Chapter 2
Harry's eye's flew open. They were already here!
He looked at the watch. He had overslept. It was 10 o clock in the morning. He dressed into loose jeans and a shirt as fast as he could and cautiously went downstairs.
He didn't need to open the door because they were already inside. Harry walked to the kitchen to see, Snape and Malfoy sipping tea. They really did look like muggles harry thought. Snape was dressed in a grey clean cut suit and Malfoy had on a pair of Khakis and a D12 shirt. Harry looked at his clothes. Dudley's give aways. His Uncle, aunt and cousin were at the table too. Uncle Vernon was glaring at him, Aunt Petunia was her tight lipped self and Dudley wasn't even looking him in the eye.
Snape however was looking at Harry in apparent amusement and Harry could see the beginnings of a sneer of Malfoy's face. He must look even more skinnier in these baggy clothes, harry thought in disdain.
God help me through this holiday, he thought. Everyone was still staring at him.
" boy!" his uncle barked. "I thought I told you to open the door! Don't I feed you enough to be more faster!"
Harry stayed silent. This was humiliating. He could tolerate his uncle's bullying when only the Dursley's were present, but when Snape and Malfoy were here? He could feel his cheeks burning when Snape looked at him with an unpleasant smile on his face. Malfoy had less self control. It looked as if he was going to burst out laughing any second.
" did you hear me boy? Go make some pan cakes for our guests" snapped uncle Vernon. Apparently, he was enjoying this.
Harry looked at Uncle Vernon stonily.
" don't you understand English!" yelled uncle Vernon, spraying Snape with spit. Harry managed a smile. He stood there for a moment, not knowing what to do, then he gave up and started making the batter.
Harry had his back to the table but he could hear whatever they merry little party was saying. Harry knew that Snape and Malfoy had enjoyed the scene. They would have loved some more. But Uncle Vernon was still wary about Harry's criminal godfather.
Look at the great Harry Potter now, harry thought bitterly, mixing the Batter with unnecessary vigour.
" Mr.Snape, I'm sure you'll find our house most ideal for your stay"
" I'm sure I will" said Snape in a silky voice.
" what is it exactly that you're going to do here?"
" we aren't going to do anything as such, me and my young friend here, just wanted a place to stay before we move into our real house"
" ahh, well you can give me the payment right now if you want"
" fine"
Harry could hear the clink of coins and the rustle of notes. He could almost see Uncle Vernon beady little eye's full of greed. So this was how Snape and Malfoy were going to stay here.
" My family and I are going to Majorca" said Uncle Vernon, wanting to show off.
" ahh, is that boy going with you too?"
Harry listened curiously, he of course wasn't going to go.
" that boy isn't part of the family" said Uncle Vernon scathingly. But Harry didn't mind.
" ahh" said Snape.
" anyway, we have got to be going, the boy will stay here, and please when we're gone, can you make sure he doesn't leave the house in ruins?"
" why not " said Snape.
" thank you, come on Petunia, Dudley, lets go"
harry turned around suddenly, " you're going now?" he asked in surprise.
Uncle Vernon glared at him murderously, as though challenging him to make them stay.
" yes, boy, we are" he said., " and I want to have a word with you"
Uncle Vernon walked into the den and Harry followed.
" now listen here, boy" he said narrowing his eyes. , " if you show ANY sign of your abnormalities when those nice people are here, I will personally teach you a lesson when I come BACK!" he said, spraying spit on Harry's glass's.
Harry trembled in anger. He had no right to talk to him like that.
" don't worry, Uncle Vernon, I wont do anything, in fact I think I'll be in my room the whole day, writing letters to my godfather...you know the..."
" I KNOW WHICH ONE!" yelled Uncle Vernon. His moustache twitching comically.
" well then " harry said brightly, enjoying the effect of his words on his dear old uncle, " enjoy Majorca". With this, Harry walked calmly to his room.
*
when Harry came down for lunch he was fully prepared to have the worst lunch he had ever had in his life. He had even taken his wand with him, just in case Malfoy tried anything stupid.
" ahh, hello Potter" said Professor Snape with a leer on his face.
" hello Professor" Harry said as normally as possible. He wasn't going to let anything get to him.
" charming people you're relations are, potter" it was Malfoy sneering.
" at least their better than yours" Harry snapped back.
" now, now, boys" said Snape, " I'll appreciate it if you didn't argue."
" sure, professor" said Malfoy.
Harry ate in complete silence. No one was talking and he didn't have any intentions of starting a conversation.
" you really have a nice uncle you know Potter" said Malfoy
" well Malfoy I see that you have worse taste than I previously imagined"
" well at least it's better than yours"
" shove off Malfoy"
" why Potter, cant think of anything to answer back?"
" you don't want to know"
" ohh I do Potter, I do" sneered Malfoy.
" well then you.." Harry was cut short.
" I said I will appreciate it, if Potter didn't argue"
" but professor.."
" don't argue with me boy, you wont like me when I'm in a bad mood"
" I don't even like you when you're in a good one" Harry muttered
" what did you say boy?"
" nothing"
" he said professor, that you are a slimy git"
" I did not Malfoy!" said Harry, though you are very right. Thought Harry.
" I wouldn't put that past you, Potter"
" that's it!" cried Harry , "I've had enough of this" he got up and strode upstairs.
*
' it was all your fault harry ! your fault!
No! No cedric! It wasn't. It was Voldemort!
You were always a poor liar Potter, said the image of Cedric Diggory. He was floating away...
no! Wait, wait! You don't understand! Harry tried catching up but he was too fast.
WAIT! Harry yelled. He had to make him understand. It wasn't him, it wasn't him! But then Harry tripped and he was falling, falling.... and there a the end of the pit was Voldemort... Harry was just about to hit he ground when he woke up.
He looked around his room, panting. It was all right, he told himself. It was all just a dream. With that he went to sleep again.
Harry went down to breakfast late so he wouldn't need to meet Snape or Malfoy. Sadly however, Malfoy had decided to do the same thing. Harry groaned inwardly as he saw Malfoy munching on some sausages.
" professor Snape made some for me just before he left, you'll have to make it the muggle way....but" he said, " I'm sure you've already had a lot of practice"
" I don't mind Malfoy, its people like you who do"
" people like me? Ohh, you mean pure bloods"
" no, I mean buffoons"
" buffoons? What kind of name is that?"
" it's the right name to describe you"
" Potter, you make me sick"
" Malfoy, you make me sicker" snapped harry.
" well then, if I make you so sick , why are you standing here talking to me?"
" talking? Whose talking?"
" you are Potter, or are all mudbloods as thick as you are?"
" are all Pure bloods as screwed up as you are?"
" no, but at least they know how to fight" sneered Malfoy
" fight? Then you must not be a pure blood Malfoy"
at this Malfoy lunged at Harry, and Harry took out his wand.
" got your wand eh Potter?" leered Malfoy. , " luckily I got mine too"
" good" said Harry. But instead of using his wand, Malfoy punched him in the nose.
" oww!" Harry yelled angrily. And threw a punch at Malfoy. Soon both of them were rolling on the floor.
" what is GOING ON?" asked a very angry voice. Both boys stopped fighting and stood up.
" Malfoy?" said Harry in shock
" father!" exclaimed Malfoy.
Hahaha. Yes, if you can call this a cliff hangar, it is. And I will write more if u guyz review!!:D