Disclaimer: Don't own characters, but sure own the events in the future.
Daily prophet article in this chapt.
CHAPTER 2: Malfoy's sorrow
They silently walked across the busy streets and Harry tried to catch a glimpse of everything. Diagon Alley looked as if it had new stores. Harry made sure that he was still following Malfoy, who was walking swiftly his hands turning white from clutching the red blanket so hard.
"Where we going?" Harry said abruptly.
Malfoy slowed down as Harry came to his side. Malfoy was looking away when he answered, "Larrick's. I need to.drop of something."
"Oh.this is Diagon Alley right?"
"Of course this is Diagon Alley you git, didn't you look at maps coming here? Or did you apparate and think you got in the wrong city?"
"I can apparate!" Harry said excitedly to himself. Malfoy looked at him.
"Yes." Malfoy said slowly and now Harry could tell he was becoming suspicious.
"Oh, you know what? I think I had a- memory charm done on me while you were in the bookstore." Harry lied, as he held his head. He looked at the corner of his eyes and noticed there seemed to be protesters on the street. "I think maybe one of those people." He pointed at the people holding cans up to people and passing out flyers, yelling things that include words like "save" and "guilt."
"Asses." Malfoy murmured. "Asking for money to support their groups."
"Groups?" Harry said curiously.
"Yes. after the Dark Lord attacks, people formed groups. None of them are good except for P.A.D.L, I'm president." Malfoy bragged. "Oh and maybe G.W.W."
Harry rolled his eyes. They entered a store full of goods, like a small grocery store. There seemed to be more than food, but potion items. Malfoy snatched a newspaper, reading the headline. Harry snuck a look.
*CHESS CHAMPION: ANOTHER WINNING MATCH? *
Harry read on, surprised of who the Chess Champion was. "Ron's famous!" Harry took one for his own and saw a picture of Ron leaning on what seemed like a large stone King on a large chessboard smiling broadly.
Malfoy snorted spitefully and turned the page.
"So Ron's a champion, what's Hermione?" Harry said smiling.
"Granger." Draco slowly said scrunching up the newspaper into a ball. "I-hate-HER!" Draco ripped the newspaper in half. People glanced but Malfoy didn't seem to care. He dropped the newspaper bits onto the floor and disappeared into an isle. Harry wondered why Malfoy hated her so much.
Shaking the idea that Malfoy may strangle her the next time they met, he read Ron's article.
-The four times in a row Chess Champion, Ronald Weasley,
gives a broad smile as the photographer clicks at him in
many different angles. He looks pretty confidant and he
says so too.
-"Chess has never been to hard or nerve wrecking. If you
don't win it doesn't mean your bad, it only means you didn't
strategize hard enough." Says the red head. If what he
says is true, Bobby Shirpa didn't strategize at all. Last year
he was nearly crushed by Weasley's good strategizing fo r the game ended almost suddenly.
-"Also, more of my family is coming and my friend is visiting
too." Says the 22 yr old. The friend he is referring to is no
other than old Hogwarts pal, Harry Potter, where they got
in a mess of situations, we can only worry what may happen
if the rejoin once again. "It'll be great. I haven't seen him in
years." Weasley adds.
-Why years? Because the 22 yr old Harry Potter has had his
mind set on his new Quidditch team, where he will become
seeker like he was in the Hogwarts days.
-Not only is Harry Potter coming but Weasley's very own older
brother, Percy Weasley, temporarily Britain's Minister of Magic.
-"I wouldn't say temporarily," Says the tall red head Minister,
26, beaming merrily at us. "I always knew I would make it up
at the top, and Ron too of course. We're rich, we're powerful
and both very much in love." He adds smiling at his wife,
Penelope, also mother to their two children and another on the
way. Did you hear him say *both*?
-As we move to that subject, Ronald clearly pushes it away,
refusing to comment. But Weasley has been spotted hanging
and dining with a woman of deep red hair. But Weasley does
not verify to us that it may be true that he has found friendship
and/or love in her.
Harry excitedly read on about Ron's career, about Ginny and Fred and George coming and a short confusing paragraph about Ron's parents unable to come. Harry came to the conclusion that he was suppose to find out where Ron lived and maybe stay with him, maybe Draco was going to take him to Ron. After finishing the article he looked at Ron's photo once again. He was now holding a notebook and writing roughly. He looked like Ron but older and stronger. Harry wondered if he was writing a love letter to his red head.
"He's inspiring."
Harry jumped and looked behind himself. There was a woman with long dark black hair and slightly bronzed skin. She had really long eyelashes and a stub nose. She reminded Harry strongly of Cho Chang.
"E-excuse me?" Harry said.
"Ronald Weasley," She said pointing at him. "I see him sometimes around my office and I went to every one of his Championships." The girl said smiling.
"Really? Err yeah I know him but haven't gone to any of his games-I think." Harry said smiling. "I'm Harry Potter."
"Selma Waier." The girl said holding her hand to shake with. Harry shook it, noticing she didn't say anything about his famous name. Not once had she'd glance up at his forehead, wondering what the scratch looked like behind his bangs.
"So- inspiring, really?" Harry said.
"Well yeah, I wish I could play chess like him, but don't we all." She laughed lightly and Harry joined in. Harry couldn't deny that he was moved by her warm presence. "Anyways, it seems that he has a secret relationship with someone." Selma looked as if she had a guess of who it was. "But you wouldn't know, would you? I hear you guys only write."
"Write, but still friends." Harry said hopefully. "See, I'm visiting him right now- I think."
Selma laughed again. "You think a lot, don't you?"
"Yeah." Harry said smiling. He saw behind her Malfoy approaching looking very stern.
Selma must have caught his eyes because she followed his gaze and her eyes landed right on Malfoy's.
Selma's mouth dropped and she had surprised expression. Then she forced a smile. "Dra-"
"Excuse us ma'am, but me and him have to go."
Selma smile faded into a hurt expression. "Sure."
It looked as if they knew each other but Malfoy didn't want Harry to know that he knew her. Harry also noticed Malfoy's velvet blanket was gone. With one dangerous stare, Malfoy stepped out of the store, beckoning Harry to follow.
"Do you know her?"
"Who?"
"Selma?"
"No." Malfoy said not looking at him.
"It seems like you did," Harry said. "Don't lie, do you know her? Relationship?"
Malfoy looked up and Harry saw his eyes stare, as if her were rethinking memories. Shakily Malfoy replied, "No relationship, no, she is in my group, P.A.D.L."
"What does P.A.D.L stand for?" Harry asked.
"People Against the Dark Lord." Malfoy said importantly.
"Against?" Harry wondered aloud.
"Yes," It took a while for Malfoy to continue like he was debating whether to tell or not. "He killed my father."
"Why?" Harry asked. Did Lucius betray him? Turn to the good side? But Harry noticed his solemn face was looking down at his left hand. Harry saw the gold band ring squeezing Malfoy's wedding finger. Harry wondered why he never took notice of it before.
"My father was very confused of whose side to take." Malfoy said slowly. Harry could tell it hurt to talk about it. Malfoy's sorrow face suggested he missed the person who had put the ring on his finger.
Harry changed the subject. "Where we going?"
"Eh? Ron's mansion." Malfoy said taking a map out of his pocket. Harry was glad Ron had a mansion- he probably liked it better than the burrow.
"Which reminds me if you could do me a favor and, since I helped you get to Ron's and stuff." Malfoy said this quickly looking down at the map. "I was hoping you could ask Ron if I could stay at his mansion, God knows he's got enough rooms."
"S-sure." Harry said. All he wanted to do was see Ron mansion. Malfoy smiled slightly and they looked ahead.
There on a distant hill surrounded by trees was a large house. About four stories high, white/gray stone. At the top of a black gate, which separated their trail and Ron's property, said in clear words 'Weasley'. There were rock-paved paths that led you to the gate and past the gate into the doorway of the actual mansion. Two Water fountains were visible, as well as dozens of flowerbeds, a large circle full of sand and a man leading a horse to the stables.
"There you have it." Malfoy said, trying to look as if he weren't impressed with the sight but when he looked at it, his eyes were in complete admiration.
"Jealous?" Harry asked.
"Please, I have a mansion of pure white." Malfoy was saying but Harry ignored. He could hardly believe his eyes as he stepped up to the gate.
This was where his best friend lived.
***********
next chapt he sees Ron and his mansion.
Millions of Thanx to Pam Briggs!
CHAPTER 2: Malfoy's sorrow
They silently walked across the busy streets and Harry tried to catch a glimpse of everything. Diagon Alley looked as if it had new stores. Harry made sure that he was still following Malfoy, who was walking swiftly his hands turning white from clutching the red blanket so hard.
"Where we going?" Harry said abruptly.
Malfoy slowed down as Harry came to his side. Malfoy was looking away when he answered, "Larrick's. I need to.drop of something."
"Oh.this is Diagon Alley right?"
"Of course this is Diagon Alley you git, didn't you look at maps coming here? Or did you apparate and think you got in the wrong city?"
"I can apparate!" Harry said excitedly to himself. Malfoy looked at him.
"Yes." Malfoy said slowly and now Harry could tell he was becoming suspicious.
"Oh, you know what? I think I had a- memory charm done on me while you were in the bookstore." Harry lied, as he held his head. He looked at the corner of his eyes and noticed there seemed to be protesters on the street. "I think maybe one of those people." He pointed at the people holding cans up to people and passing out flyers, yelling things that include words like "save" and "guilt."
"Asses." Malfoy murmured. "Asking for money to support their groups."
"Groups?" Harry said curiously.
"Yes. after the Dark Lord attacks, people formed groups. None of them are good except for P.A.D.L, I'm president." Malfoy bragged. "Oh and maybe G.W.W."
Harry rolled his eyes. They entered a store full of goods, like a small grocery store. There seemed to be more than food, but potion items. Malfoy snatched a newspaper, reading the headline. Harry snuck a look.
*CHESS CHAMPION: ANOTHER WINNING MATCH? *
Harry read on, surprised of who the Chess Champion was. "Ron's famous!" Harry took one for his own and saw a picture of Ron leaning on what seemed like a large stone King on a large chessboard smiling broadly.
Malfoy snorted spitefully and turned the page.
"So Ron's a champion, what's Hermione?" Harry said smiling.
"Granger." Draco slowly said scrunching up the newspaper into a ball. "I-hate-HER!" Draco ripped the newspaper in half. People glanced but Malfoy didn't seem to care. He dropped the newspaper bits onto the floor and disappeared into an isle. Harry wondered why Malfoy hated her so much.
Shaking the idea that Malfoy may strangle her the next time they met, he read Ron's article.
-The four times in a row Chess Champion, Ronald Weasley,
gives a broad smile as the photographer clicks at him in
many different angles. He looks pretty confidant and he
says so too.
-"Chess has never been to hard or nerve wrecking. If you
don't win it doesn't mean your bad, it only means you didn't
strategize hard enough." Says the red head. If what he
says is true, Bobby Shirpa didn't strategize at all. Last year
he was nearly crushed by Weasley's good strategizing fo r the game ended almost suddenly.
-"Also, more of my family is coming and my friend is visiting
too." Says the 22 yr old. The friend he is referring to is no
other than old Hogwarts pal, Harry Potter, where they got
in a mess of situations, we can only worry what may happen
if the rejoin once again. "It'll be great. I haven't seen him in
years." Weasley adds.
-Why years? Because the 22 yr old Harry Potter has had his
mind set on his new Quidditch team, where he will become
seeker like he was in the Hogwarts days.
-Not only is Harry Potter coming but Weasley's very own older
brother, Percy Weasley, temporarily Britain's Minister of Magic.
-"I wouldn't say temporarily," Says the tall red head Minister,
26, beaming merrily at us. "I always knew I would make it up
at the top, and Ron too of course. We're rich, we're powerful
and both very much in love." He adds smiling at his wife,
Penelope, also mother to their two children and another on the
way. Did you hear him say *both*?
-As we move to that subject, Ronald clearly pushes it away,
refusing to comment. But Weasley has been spotted hanging
and dining with a woman of deep red hair. But Weasley does
not verify to us that it may be true that he has found friendship
and/or love in her.
Harry excitedly read on about Ron's career, about Ginny and Fred and George coming and a short confusing paragraph about Ron's parents unable to come. Harry came to the conclusion that he was suppose to find out where Ron lived and maybe stay with him, maybe Draco was going to take him to Ron. After finishing the article he looked at Ron's photo once again. He was now holding a notebook and writing roughly. He looked like Ron but older and stronger. Harry wondered if he was writing a love letter to his red head.
"He's inspiring."
Harry jumped and looked behind himself. There was a woman with long dark black hair and slightly bronzed skin. She had really long eyelashes and a stub nose. She reminded Harry strongly of Cho Chang.
"E-excuse me?" Harry said.
"Ronald Weasley," She said pointing at him. "I see him sometimes around my office and I went to every one of his Championships." The girl said smiling.
"Really? Err yeah I know him but haven't gone to any of his games-I think." Harry said smiling. "I'm Harry Potter."
"Selma Waier." The girl said holding her hand to shake with. Harry shook it, noticing she didn't say anything about his famous name. Not once had she'd glance up at his forehead, wondering what the scratch looked like behind his bangs.
"So- inspiring, really?" Harry said.
"Well yeah, I wish I could play chess like him, but don't we all." She laughed lightly and Harry joined in. Harry couldn't deny that he was moved by her warm presence. "Anyways, it seems that he has a secret relationship with someone." Selma looked as if she had a guess of who it was. "But you wouldn't know, would you? I hear you guys only write."
"Write, but still friends." Harry said hopefully. "See, I'm visiting him right now- I think."
Selma laughed again. "You think a lot, don't you?"
"Yeah." Harry said smiling. He saw behind her Malfoy approaching looking very stern.
Selma must have caught his eyes because she followed his gaze and her eyes landed right on Malfoy's.
Selma's mouth dropped and she had surprised expression. Then she forced a smile. "Dra-"
"Excuse us ma'am, but me and him have to go."
Selma smile faded into a hurt expression. "Sure."
It looked as if they knew each other but Malfoy didn't want Harry to know that he knew her. Harry also noticed Malfoy's velvet blanket was gone. With one dangerous stare, Malfoy stepped out of the store, beckoning Harry to follow.
"Do you know her?"
"Who?"
"Selma?"
"No." Malfoy said not looking at him.
"It seems like you did," Harry said. "Don't lie, do you know her? Relationship?"
Malfoy looked up and Harry saw his eyes stare, as if her were rethinking memories. Shakily Malfoy replied, "No relationship, no, she is in my group, P.A.D.L."
"What does P.A.D.L stand for?" Harry asked.
"People Against the Dark Lord." Malfoy said importantly.
"Against?" Harry wondered aloud.
"Yes," It took a while for Malfoy to continue like he was debating whether to tell or not. "He killed my father."
"Why?" Harry asked. Did Lucius betray him? Turn to the good side? But Harry noticed his solemn face was looking down at his left hand. Harry saw the gold band ring squeezing Malfoy's wedding finger. Harry wondered why he never took notice of it before.
"My father was very confused of whose side to take." Malfoy said slowly. Harry could tell it hurt to talk about it. Malfoy's sorrow face suggested he missed the person who had put the ring on his finger.
Harry changed the subject. "Where we going?"
"Eh? Ron's mansion." Malfoy said taking a map out of his pocket. Harry was glad Ron had a mansion- he probably liked it better than the burrow.
"Which reminds me if you could do me a favor and, since I helped you get to Ron's and stuff." Malfoy said this quickly looking down at the map. "I was hoping you could ask Ron if I could stay at his mansion, God knows he's got enough rooms."
"S-sure." Harry said. All he wanted to do was see Ron mansion. Malfoy smiled slightly and they looked ahead.
There on a distant hill surrounded by trees was a large house. About four stories high, white/gray stone. At the top of a black gate, which separated their trail and Ron's property, said in clear words 'Weasley'. There were rock-paved paths that led you to the gate and past the gate into the doorway of the actual mansion. Two Water fountains were visible, as well as dozens of flowerbeds, a large circle full of sand and a man leading a horse to the stables.
"There you have it." Malfoy said, trying to look as if he weren't impressed with the sight but when he looked at it, his eyes were in complete admiration.
"Jealous?" Harry asked.
"Please, I have a mansion of pure white." Malfoy was saying but Harry ignored. He could hardly believe his eyes as he stepped up to the gate.
This was where his best friend lived.
***********
next chapt he sees Ron and his mansion.
Millions of Thanx to Pam Briggs!