A/N: Here is part 2. I hope you like how the story is going. The POV is always going to be a dual like this. Alternating between Harry and Draco. But please review!! Please!
Disclaimers: I own nothing. The characters are JK Rowling and the Attic is VC Andrew's I own only the books that I bought, that and a evil cat. She scratches me. It hurts.
A Couple of Days isn't Forever
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Harry Potter started at the calendar that was tacked up next to his bed. Only a couple more days until his birthday. On that day, the Weasleys were going to be picking him up bright and early and taking him back to the Burrow to celebrate his birthday. He would then stay with them the rest of the summer. They had called the Durselys a week ago.
At least Mrs. Weasley knew not to scream into the phone.
Vernon Dursley wasn't happy about the call, (and wasn't happy meaning that Harry got a cuff on the head for the call) but it got Harry out of their hair and if anyone asked, he was just returning to St. Brutus.
But it seemed to take forever for his sixteenth birthday to roll around. He couldn't wait to see Ron and Hermione again.
Harry would be starting sixth year soon and that meant that he would be returning to the Dursleys for one more summer. He had been considering his options for post-Hogwarts, Auror being his top choice. But maybe working for the Ministry of Magic.
Maybe there he could get around to convicting some Death Eaters. Like Lucius Malfoy.
But strangely, Lucius Malfoy had been pretty silent over the last year. And with Lucius being quiet, the same went for Malfoy.
Harry lay back on his small bed and stretched his gangly body. He stared at the ceiling and thought about last year, fifth year. He had gone back depressed about Cedric's death and Voldemort's return. He had been preparing himself for the eventual confrontation between him and Malfoy.
But it never came.
Malfoy never boarded the Hogwarts Express that day. Nor did he come to the Sorting or the Feast. He wasn't there the next morning at breakfast throwing glares at Harry, Ron, or Hermione. Or during Potions.
Malfoy never came back that year. And for Harry, it was a relatively quiet year, as quiet as it could be with Hermione breathing down his neck about O.W.L.S. But in the end Harry did well.
Now Harry was hoping for another calm year. He knew it wasn't good to ignore Voldemort, but he hadn't made any recent movements, so Harry tried to only focus on passing school.
He rolled over on his side and squinted in the dark at the digital numbers on one of Dudly's old clocks. It was near midnight and Harry wasn't feeling sleepy. True it had been a quiet year, but that didn't stop him from having nightmares of Cedric's death. Once over fifth year, he had felt a pain in his scar. But nothing had come from it.
Tiredness snuck up on him, unexpectedly. His eyes began to droop and his thoughts slowed. He let out a yawn and had one more thought before he fell asleep.
*I'll be at Ron's in a couple days. A couple days isn't forever....*
"Now, Draco, a couple of days isn't forever."
Draco stared listlessly at his mother, as she fussed about the small room. He sat on the high, moth-eaten bed, staring at his feet. He swung them back and forth, noting idly that they still didn't reach the floor.
He hadn't grown much over the past year.
He brought his eyes back up to his mother. She looked so full of life, her checks flushed as if she had been busy outside. Probably having fun. Each day it seemed like she was growing more alive.
Even as it seemed, to Draco, as he faded.
"Honey, do not look at me like that." She turned and gave Draco a pouting look. Her lips down turned she asked, "What? What is it?"
"Mom," Draco spoke, his voice hoarse from underuse, "You said that I would only be here a couple of days. Its been a year."
Narcissa tilted her head and stared at her son as if he had suddenly ruined all of her fun. Draco bent his head, suddenly feeling bad about the look of sadness on her face. "Honey, has it been a year?"
All the guilt went away at that comment. * Has it been a year???* He glared at her with tired gray eyes. "Yes mom, it has been a year. Each day you come up here, I tell you. I've missed fifth year mom, I missed the O.W.L.S. I missed out on my chance to be a Perfect. I missed everything!" He threw his hands up in the air to emphasize his point.
His mother stared at him in disapproval. "Draco, you can not be let down yet, I've told you that!"
Draco stared at his mother who looked as if she had spent every moment in the sunshine, while he had not seen it for a year. "Yes, you have told me that, but you have not told me why!"
Narcissa looked at Draco and sighed, and sat elegantly in one of the chairs that occupied the small room. She made the simple movement look regal and beautiful, all the while making Draco feel even more grimy and dusty than before. She looked at him through the same light colored eyes surrounded by dark lashes. The same pale hair, though because of lack of sunlight, Draco's was paler.
"Honey, we can not allow your father to know that you are up here."
"But why?!"
"Draco...."
"Mom!"
"Honey, I will tell you when the time is right."
"Mom, when you lock your son up in an attic for a year, I think he deserves a reason of why he is in there!"
Narcissa stood quickly and head for the door. Just like she always did when he questioned her reasoning (or lack thereof) as to why he was in the attic's confinement. With a swish of her expensive skirts, she was at the door to the room before Draco had a chance to blink. She stopped just at the door frame, the door slightly ajar. Draco tried in vain to peer past her and into the brightly lit hallway.
"Mom, please.." He let his voice fade off.
She gave him a sad look and sighed softly. "Draco..."
"Just a reason."
She gave him one shrewd look, "You father doesn't even know that you are still alive." And with that she slipped out of the room. Draco heard the click of the lock and he knew that he was locked again the dark room. No light even flickered in from underneath the door crack.
He was alone.
Again.
Disclaimers: I own nothing. The characters are JK Rowling and the Attic is VC Andrew's I own only the books that I bought, that and a evil cat. She scratches me. It hurts.
A Couple of Days isn't Forever
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Harry Potter started at the calendar that was tacked up next to his bed. Only a couple more days until his birthday. On that day, the Weasleys were going to be picking him up bright and early and taking him back to the Burrow to celebrate his birthday. He would then stay with them the rest of the summer. They had called the Durselys a week ago.
At least Mrs. Weasley knew not to scream into the phone.
Vernon Dursley wasn't happy about the call, (and wasn't happy meaning that Harry got a cuff on the head for the call) but it got Harry out of their hair and if anyone asked, he was just returning to St. Brutus.
But it seemed to take forever for his sixteenth birthday to roll around. He couldn't wait to see Ron and Hermione again.
Harry would be starting sixth year soon and that meant that he would be returning to the Dursleys for one more summer. He had been considering his options for post-Hogwarts, Auror being his top choice. But maybe working for the Ministry of Magic.
Maybe there he could get around to convicting some Death Eaters. Like Lucius Malfoy.
But strangely, Lucius Malfoy had been pretty silent over the last year. And with Lucius being quiet, the same went for Malfoy.
Harry lay back on his small bed and stretched his gangly body. He stared at the ceiling and thought about last year, fifth year. He had gone back depressed about Cedric's death and Voldemort's return. He had been preparing himself for the eventual confrontation between him and Malfoy.
But it never came.
Malfoy never boarded the Hogwarts Express that day. Nor did he come to the Sorting or the Feast. He wasn't there the next morning at breakfast throwing glares at Harry, Ron, or Hermione. Or during Potions.
Malfoy never came back that year. And for Harry, it was a relatively quiet year, as quiet as it could be with Hermione breathing down his neck about O.W.L.S. But in the end Harry did well.
Now Harry was hoping for another calm year. He knew it wasn't good to ignore Voldemort, but he hadn't made any recent movements, so Harry tried to only focus on passing school.
He rolled over on his side and squinted in the dark at the digital numbers on one of Dudly's old clocks. It was near midnight and Harry wasn't feeling sleepy. True it had been a quiet year, but that didn't stop him from having nightmares of Cedric's death. Once over fifth year, he had felt a pain in his scar. But nothing had come from it.
Tiredness snuck up on him, unexpectedly. His eyes began to droop and his thoughts slowed. He let out a yawn and had one more thought before he fell asleep.
*I'll be at Ron's in a couple days. A couple days isn't forever....*
"Now, Draco, a couple of days isn't forever."
Draco stared listlessly at his mother, as she fussed about the small room. He sat on the high, moth-eaten bed, staring at his feet. He swung them back and forth, noting idly that they still didn't reach the floor.
He hadn't grown much over the past year.
He brought his eyes back up to his mother. She looked so full of life, her checks flushed as if she had been busy outside. Probably having fun. Each day it seemed like she was growing more alive.
Even as it seemed, to Draco, as he faded.
"Honey, do not look at me like that." She turned and gave Draco a pouting look. Her lips down turned she asked, "What? What is it?"
"Mom," Draco spoke, his voice hoarse from underuse, "You said that I would only be here a couple of days. Its been a year."
Narcissa tilted her head and stared at her son as if he had suddenly ruined all of her fun. Draco bent his head, suddenly feeling bad about the look of sadness on her face. "Honey, has it been a year?"
All the guilt went away at that comment. * Has it been a year???* He glared at her with tired gray eyes. "Yes mom, it has been a year. Each day you come up here, I tell you. I've missed fifth year mom, I missed the O.W.L.S. I missed out on my chance to be a Perfect. I missed everything!" He threw his hands up in the air to emphasize his point.
His mother stared at him in disapproval. "Draco, you can not be let down yet, I've told you that!"
Draco stared at his mother who looked as if she had spent every moment in the sunshine, while he had not seen it for a year. "Yes, you have told me that, but you have not told me why!"
Narcissa looked at Draco and sighed, and sat elegantly in one of the chairs that occupied the small room. She made the simple movement look regal and beautiful, all the while making Draco feel even more grimy and dusty than before. She looked at him through the same light colored eyes surrounded by dark lashes. The same pale hair, though because of lack of sunlight, Draco's was paler.
"Honey, we can not allow your father to know that you are up here."
"But why?!"
"Draco...."
"Mom!"
"Honey, I will tell you when the time is right."
"Mom, when you lock your son up in an attic for a year, I think he deserves a reason of why he is in there!"
Narcissa stood quickly and head for the door. Just like she always did when he questioned her reasoning (or lack thereof) as to why he was in the attic's confinement. With a swish of her expensive skirts, she was at the door to the room before Draco had a chance to blink. She stopped just at the door frame, the door slightly ajar. Draco tried in vain to peer past her and into the brightly lit hallway.
"Mom, please.." He let his voice fade off.
She gave him a sad look and sighed softly. "Draco..."
"Just a reason."
She gave him one shrewd look, "You father doesn't even know that you are still alive." And with that she slipped out of the room. Draco heard the click of the lock and he knew that he was locked again the dark room. No light even flickered in from underneath the door crack.
He was alone.
Again.