Chapter 1
Harry Potter fell onto his bed and sighed. He was so tired. Aunt Petunia gave him more chores than usual today. At the dinner table the night before, Dudley set his two chairs at the table(he need both his bottom was so big. Petunia just said that he was a growing boy) and Harry mistook one of the chairs to be his and moved it to his spot. Will with one chair for each cheek, Dudley fell over and cracked the floor from the force of his weight. Petunia thought Harry had done it on purpose, thus the extra chores.
Harry closed his eyes, knowing he should change out of his sweaty clothes but couldn't find the strength. He had left his window opened from this afternoon. He had sent Hermione a letter asking if he could stay there for the summer. Ron was going on to Romania for the summer so his mum could take care of his brother Charlie. Apparently he got too close to a new mother dragon and got burnt very badly. Ron felt sorry for his brother but was happy to get out of the Burrow. It was the first time he had been out of the Burrow since his family had went to Egypt in their third year. So his last hope was Hermione. He didn't think he could stand the Dursleys this summer. He had only been out of school for a week and he thought he was losing his mind. Hedwig would be back soon so he left it opened for her.
He heard a loud clap of thunder. A storm was coming. Harry hoped Hedwig would be alright. Just then he heard a loud bang on the street. Harry's eyes popped open. That wasn't thunder. Harry jumped up and looked out the window. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw the Knight Bus. 'The Knight Bus?' Harry thought.
It was then that he saw a dark figure step off the bus with a suitcase. Harry's eyes widened as the he watched the dark figure walk to the first house on Privet Drive. From the way he walked Harry could tell that the stranger was a man. Harry leaned slightly out the window so he could get a better look. 1 Privet Drive was occupied by Ms. Garnald, a mean- spirted retired school teacher who held her nose up so high, Harry thought she would get a nosebleed. Apparently dealing with hyper children all her life, and also being unwed, had made her a mean old bitty. One day Harry had kicked a soccer ball into her flower bed, and she had been in it. She picked it up and walked over to him. It looked like she was going to give it back to him, until she took her spade and popped it. Then she handed it to Harry and went back to her precious flowers. Harry was locked it the cupboard for 3 days without food for ruining a perfectly good football. Harry stopped thinking about that time and focused on the present. The stranger knocked on the door and Ms. Garnald answered. The stranger asked her something that Harry could not hear from his window. Ms. Garnald raised her nose even high in the air, said something snooty, and slammed the door. The stranger cursed and kicked the door hard. As he turned to leave, he stopped. He turned back to the door and reached into his pocket.
Harry watched as he pulled a wand from his pocket and pointed it at the woman's door. He heard the man mutter something under his breath. Harry heard a faint crash and a scream. The man smiled slightly, picked up his suitcase and started to walk to the next house. With a streak of lightning and a loud clap of thunder, the rain came down in torrents. The man stopped and looked up into the sky. Harry thought he here the man growl, but he wasn't sure. The next house was owned by Mr. Numble. Mr. Numble was an old WW II veteran that still thought he was in the war (took a blow to the head too many times in the war). He would walked up and down the street with his live-in nurse, hitting people with is cane telling them to 'drop and give him fifty' or 'Get down it's a bomb!' complete with hurling himself into the ground, covering his head. Harry had had to stay with him when Ms. Figg was sick and the Dursleys had wanted to a movie. Harry had to sit there and listen to Mr. Numble go on and on about what was going on the war right now. When it seem that Harry was dosing off Mr. Numble would smack him it the head with his cane and say,"Solider! Can you not listen to your orders?! The enemy's afoot!". He would look over his shoulder and then go on with the 'orders' from the 'captain'. And what did the live-in nurse do? Laughed her head off while stuff herself with chocolate that she had found. 'Daft old bugger', Harry thought. The man knocked on the door and Mr. Numble answered. This time Harry could hear what they were saying. "Do you know where Harry Potter lives?", the man asked. Mr Numble looked the stranger up and down and said," Stand up straight ,solider! The captain will be here any minute to give orders!" The man looked at Mr. Numble for a minute, as if he was bored. "I'm guessing you have no idea about anyone one this street", the man said folding his arms over his chest. "Arrrgghhhh! You're the enemy! That the secret code to contact your captain!", Mr Numble yelled, pointing at the man's crossed arms. Mr. Numble kept rambling on and on about getting his gun and giving him what for. The man sighed heavily and pointed his wand at the old soldier. "Wingardium Leviosa", the man said, levitating the man several inches off the ground.
"Witchcraft! I should have known the enemy would come down to this! No matter! We will win! We will PREVAIL!! We..."
The man set Mr. Nimble behind the door and slammed it. The man pocketed his wand and picked his suitcase for a second time. Then, as if he had sense something, he looked up at Harry's window. Harry gasped and flattened himself against his wall. Had the man seen him? Harry wasn't sure. Harry couldn't see the man's face. It was too dark. Harry wasn't going to take chances though. Harry walked quietly to his door, cracked it opened, and peeked out. It was almost midnight and the Dursleys were asleep. He had to get to his trunk. All his school things were in there, including his wand. Uncle Vernon had locked it all in the closet for "safe keeping. In laments terms 'he didn't want the freak to try anything funny'. Harry tip-toed down the stairs slowly. When he got to the last step it creaked underneath his weight. Harry froze in terror and listened for his Uncle. All he heard was a grunt and a long, loud snore. Harry relaxed slightly and made his way to the closet. He inspect the lock before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper clip and a small pocket knife. He bent the paper clip until it was a long thin piece of wire. Jamming the wire and the tip of the knife into the lock, he jiggled them around until he here a loud click. The lock was open. Harry pulled off the lock and opened the door. Moving his old bed out of the way, he opened his trunk. He reached inside his trunk and pulled out his long wand box. Just as he was about to take it out he heard a loud sound. BANG BANG BANG!! Harry, so startled he dropped his wand, looked towards the door. All was silent for a moment and then the pounding continued.
BANG BANG BANG!!
Harry gently picked up his wand, keeping his eyes on the door. He straighten and silently walked towards the door. Harry held his wand out in front of him as he reached for the doorknob. Harry threw open the door.
"GET AWAY FROM MY HOUSE!!", Harry yelled, pointed his wand at...Draco Malfoy? "Malfoy? What the bloody hell are you doing here?!"
Malfoy was soaked to the bone. His hair was plastered wetly to his face and his clothes were hanging off his skinny frame. "Really, Potter, is that the way you treat your guests?", Malfoy asked clicking his tongue. "Malfoy, I won't ask you again! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
"WHO'S DOWN THERE?"
Harry froze with fear, and Malfoy looked confused. Harry pushed Malfoy out of the door way and into the mud closing the door with a bang.
"We have to hide! Come on, Malfoy!", Harry urged running to the side of the house. Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Harry. "Come on, Potter! What's that Muggle you call your uncle going to do to me? Curse me?", Malfoy drawled, sounding amused. Vernon Dursley threw open the door and pointed the shot gun at Malfoy. Malfoy turned to look at the gun, his eyes wide. Malfoy ran wildly to the side of the house, not looking back. Harry watched as Malfoy dodged bullet after bullet from the shotgun. Malfoy made it to Harry with no holes. Vernon ran to the side of the house, looking wildly around for the blonde man. He saw nothing. He grunted angrily and stomped over to the other side of the house. "WHERE ARE YOU!?" When Vernon was out of sight, Harry threw his invisibility cloak off of him and Malfoy .
"Well looks the only way to go, is up", Harry said, raising his eyes to the rainy sky. Harry had a huge tree outside his window, with a long, thick branch extending to it.
"Oh hell no, Potter. Malfoys DO NOT climb trees", Malfoy drawled, crossing his arms across his chest and rasing is nose to the rain. Harry had begun to shiver, seeing he was wear only a white t-shirt and baggy jeans.
"Fine, Malfoy. Like I care if you get pneumonia."
Harry walked over to the tree, pulling up his wet jeans that had fallen down over his hips. Grunting with effort, Harry began to climb slowly. Draco stood there(like the stubborn person he is) and shivered from the rain. He turned to watch Harry, damp blonde hair falling over his eyes. Draco lowered his eyes, cursed and walked to the tree. Harry looked down to see Malfoy climbing towards him. "Well, well, well. How the mighty have fallen. Oh no!",Harry said with mock horror,"A Malfoy had swallowed his pride to climb up a tree with a MUGGLE!" Draco looked up to see Harry smirk at him. He bared his teeth."Leave..Me..Alone.", Draco said through his teeth. Harry turned back, climbing steadily, rain pelting down on his face. Harry gritted his teeth and pulled himself to the branch he wanted. Harry sat there and waited for Malfoy to get there. Harry held out his hand to Draco when he got close enough. Draco stopped and looked at Harry's hand. Then he slowly raised his eyes to look Harry in the face. Malfoy batted Harry's hand away and pulled himself up. Harry narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. Harry crawled to the end of the branch to find out... the branch was eight feet away from the window. "Well Potter aren't you the smart one", Malfoy yelled over a clap of thunder. "Shut UP, Malfoy!" "Make me, Potter!" With that Harry pushed Draco. Draco looked surprised, but got over it and pushed back . Harry lost his balance and fell out of the tree with a yell. Thank goodness his pants were so long. The end of his pants leg caught on the branch. Harry opened his eyes when he realized that he wasn't falling, but swaying in the wind and rain. He looked up to see Draco watching him, looking... worried? What Harry thought was worry in Draco's eyes was only there for a flash. Then Malfoy slowly smirked at him while stnading up. "Someone's been knocked down off their high horse." "Get me up!!", Harry yelled, panic filling his voice. Malfoy walked to the end of the branch and jumped. Harry opened his mouth in shock as he watch Malfoy float to the window. Draco opened it and floated in. "How... how..", Harry started before Draco cut him off. "I forgot about this for awhile. I've been able to do that since I was five." When Draco finished Harry heard a rip. Harry gasped and looked at his pants. His jeans were ripping at the cuff. "Pull me up!" Draco sighed and looked thoughtful. He propped his head up in his hand and spoke. "What to do, what to do? I can let you fall..." "Malfoy..." "Hm, no too messy..." "Malfoy..." "Hell, there would be brains everywhere!" "MALFOY!!!" It was then that his pants ripped all the way and he started to fall. Harry screamed as saw the ground got closer and closer.... and all of a sudden stop. Harry had stopped 2 inches from the ground. He watched as he suddenly floated up, away from the ground. When he reached the window, he was suddenly flipped and came face to face with Draco.
"Can't have me meal ticket having his brains splattered on the ground, can we?", Draco drawled, tsking.
Harry floated through the window and was set on the floor. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he ran to Draco and pushed him to the ground. Harry climbed on top of him, reared back, and haul punched Draco right into his smug little face. Harry heard a satisfying crunch and reared back again. But Draco was quick. Draco threw him against the wall and punched Harry. After about 5 minutes of fighting they fell to the floor, bruised and bloody-nosed. Both boys were panting hard eyes closed. "Bastard." "Jack-ass." After they had quit breathing so hard, Harry asked Draco a question that had been burning in his mind the whole night. "Why are you here?" Draco stopped breathing all together. 'What do I tell him?', he thought to himself. "I can't tell you right now." "Why not?" Draco finally looked at Harry and narrowed his eyes. "I'll tell you, all in good time." With that he stood up and brushed himself off. Harry stood also. "Where's some clothes I can sleep in?", Draco asked, looking around the room. "I think we better wash up first." "Ah, that would be smart." Harry led him to the door and peaked out. Vernon was walking up the stairs, muttering to himself. He was stalking right towards Harry's room. "Oh, no!", Harry whispered. He quickly close the door and prayed that his uncle hadn't seen him. "Get in the closet!", Harry whispered loudly to Draco. Draco remembered his uncle and was in the closet with the door shut in 2 seconds flat. Harry jumped in his bed and turned off the lights. Vernon bursted into the room ,startling Harry. "WERE YOU OUTSIDE!?!?!?" "Wha.. What?", Harry asked, trying to sound sleepy. His uncle came over to his bed, grabbed a handful of hair, and jerked it back. "Ahhh!", Harry yelled. "Were.... you.... outside...just..now?", Vernon whispered dangerously. "I've been asleep!", Harry moaned shutting his eyes against the pain. Vernon looked at Harry for a moment then pushed him against the bed. "If I find out it was you, you will be sore in places you never knew you had!" And with that he left the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry rubbed at his scalp and looked at the closet. "It's ok now." Draco slowly opened the door and peeked out. As soon as he found that the mad-man was gone. He stepped out of the closet. "Your uncle is out of his bloody mind!" "Your telling me that?" "So can I get some clothes now?" Harry sighed and got up from the bed. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a white t-shirt that was eight sizes too big and a pair of shorts that he could use for a tent. He pulled a belt off his dresser and handed it all to Draco. "You want me to wear that?"
"Unless you want to sleep naked, which I prefer you don't, then you'll wear them." Draco sneer at the clothes and grabbed them out of Harry's hands. He went into the closet to change. Harry waited about five minutes and Draco came out.... looking absolutely ridiculous. On Draco skinny frame hung the t-shirt to his knees and shorts that were baggy at the ankles. Harry snorted back a laugh and covered his mouth. "And what, pray tell, is so funny?" "You! You look ridiculous!", Harry laughed, holding his gut. "Ha. Ha. Ha.", Draco spit out, not looking amused. He stalked over to Harry's bed and got under the covers. "Oh no you don't!", Harry said pushing Draco out of the bed. "Where am I suppose to sleep?" "On the floor, like any dog." Draco grunted and sat on the floor. Harry got some covers and a blanket for him. Harry laid down and spoke one last time. "Good night... Draco." "Night, Potter." Harry sighed and drifted off to sleep.
Harry Potter fell onto his bed and sighed. He was so tired. Aunt Petunia gave him more chores than usual today. At the dinner table the night before, Dudley set his two chairs at the table(he need both his bottom was so big. Petunia just said that he was a growing boy) and Harry mistook one of the chairs to be his and moved it to his spot. Will with one chair for each cheek, Dudley fell over and cracked the floor from the force of his weight. Petunia thought Harry had done it on purpose, thus the extra chores.
Harry closed his eyes, knowing he should change out of his sweaty clothes but couldn't find the strength. He had left his window opened from this afternoon. He had sent Hermione a letter asking if he could stay there for the summer. Ron was going on to Romania for the summer so his mum could take care of his brother Charlie. Apparently he got too close to a new mother dragon and got burnt very badly. Ron felt sorry for his brother but was happy to get out of the Burrow. It was the first time he had been out of the Burrow since his family had went to Egypt in their third year. So his last hope was Hermione. He didn't think he could stand the Dursleys this summer. He had only been out of school for a week and he thought he was losing his mind. Hedwig would be back soon so he left it opened for her.
He heard a loud clap of thunder. A storm was coming. Harry hoped Hedwig would be alright. Just then he heard a loud bang on the street. Harry's eyes popped open. That wasn't thunder. Harry jumped up and looked out the window. When his eyes adjusted to the darkness he saw the Knight Bus. 'The Knight Bus?' Harry thought.
It was then that he saw a dark figure step off the bus with a suitcase. Harry's eyes widened as the he watched the dark figure walk to the first house on Privet Drive. From the way he walked Harry could tell that the stranger was a man. Harry leaned slightly out the window so he could get a better look. 1 Privet Drive was occupied by Ms. Garnald, a mean- spirted retired school teacher who held her nose up so high, Harry thought she would get a nosebleed. Apparently dealing with hyper children all her life, and also being unwed, had made her a mean old bitty. One day Harry had kicked a soccer ball into her flower bed, and she had been in it. She picked it up and walked over to him. It looked like she was going to give it back to him, until she took her spade and popped it. Then she handed it to Harry and went back to her precious flowers. Harry was locked it the cupboard for 3 days without food for ruining a perfectly good football. Harry stopped thinking about that time and focused on the present. The stranger knocked on the door and Ms. Garnald answered. The stranger asked her something that Harry could not hear from his window. Ms. Garnald raised her nose even high in the air, said something snooty, and slammed the door. The stranger cursed and kicked the door hard. As he turned to leave, he stopped. He turned back to the door and reached into his pocket.
Harry watched as he pulled a wand from his pocket and pointed it at the woman's door. He heard the man mutter something under his breath. Harry heard a faint crash and a scream. The man smiled slightly, picked up his suitcase and started to walk to the next house. With a streak of lightning and a loud clap of thunder, the rain came down in torrents. The man stopped and looked up into the sky. Harry thought he here the man growl, but he wasn't sure. The next house was owned by Mr. Numble. Mr. Numble was an old WW II veteran that still thought he was in the war (took a blow to the head too many times in the war). He would walked up and down the street with his live-in nurse, hitting people with is cane telling them to 'drop and give him fifty' or 'Get down it's a bomb!' complete with hurling himself into the ground, covering his head. Harry had had to stay with him when Ms. Figg was sick and the Dursleys had wanted to a movie. Harry had to sit there and listen to Mr. Numble go on and on about what was going on the war right now. When it seem that Harry was dosing off Mr. Numble would smack him it the head with his cane and say,"Solider! Can you not listen to your orders?! The enemy's afoot!". He would look over his shoulder and then go on with the 'orders' from the 'captain'. And what did the live-in nurse do? Laughed her head off while stuff herself with chocolate that she had found. 'Daft old bugger', Harry thought. The man knocked on the door and Mr. Numble answered. This time Harry could hear what they were saying. "Do you know where Harry Potter lives?", the man asked. Mr Numble looked the stranger up and down and said," Stand up straight ,solider! The captain will be here any minute to give orders!" The man looked at Mr. Numble for a minute, as if he was bored. "I'm guessing you have no idea about anyone one this street", the man said folding his arms over his chest. "Arrrgghhhh! You're the enemy! That the secret code to contact your captain!", Mr Numble yelled, pointing at the man's crossed arms. Mr. Numble kept rambling on and on about getting his gun and giving him what for. The man sighed heavily and pointed his wand at the old soldier. "Wingardium Leviosa", the man said, levitating the man several inches off the ground.
"Witchcraft! I should have known the enemy would come down to this! No matter! We will win! We will PREVAIL!! We..."
The man set Mr. Nimble behind the door and slammed it. The man pocketed his wand and picked his suitcase for a second time. Then, as if he had sense something, he looked up at Harry's window. Harry gasped and flattened himself against his wall. Had the man seen him? Harry wasn't sure. Harry couldn't see the man's face. It was too dark. Harry wasn't going to take chances though. Harry walked quietly to his door, cracked it opened, and peeked out. It was almost midnight and the Dursleys were asleep. He had to get to his trunk. All his school things were in there, including his wand. Uncle Vernon had locked it all in the closet for "safe keeping. In laments terms 'he didn't want the freak to try anything funny'. Harry tip-toed down the stairs slowly. When he got to the last step it creaked underneath his weight. Harry froze in terror and listened for his Uncle. All he heard was a grunt and a long, loud snore. Harry relaxed slightly and made his way to the closet. He inspect the lock before he reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper clip and a small pocket knife. He bent the paper clip until it was a long thin piece of wire. Jamming the wire and the tip of the knife into the lock, he jiggled them around until he here a loud click. The lock was open. Harry pulled off the lock and opened the door. Moving his old bed out of the way, he opened his trunk. He reached inside his trunk and pulled out his long wand box. Just as he was about to take it out he heard a loud sound. BANG BANG BANG!! Harry, so startled he dropped his wand, looked towards the door. All was silent for a moment and then the pounding continued.
BANG BANG BANG!!
Harry gently picked up his wand, keeping his eyes on the door. He straighten and silently walked towards the door. Harry held his wand out in front of him as he reached for the doorknob. Harry threw open the door.
"GET AWAY FROM MY HOUSE!!", Harry yelled, pointed his wand at...Draco Malfoy? "Malfoy? What the bloody hell are you doing here?!"
Malfoy was soaked to the bone. His hair was plastered wetly to his face and his clothes were hanging off his skinny frame. "Really, Potter, is that the way you treat your guests?", Malfoy asked clicking his tongue. "Malfoy, I won't ask you again! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"
"WHO'S DOWN THERE?"
Harry froze with fear, and Malfoy looked confused. Harry pushed Malfoy out of the door way and into the mud closing the door with a bang.
"We have to hide! Come on, Malfoy!", Harry urged running to the side of the house. Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Harry. "Come on, Potter! What's that Muggle you call your uncle going to do to me? Curse me?", Malfoy drawled, sounding amused. Vernon Dursley threw open the door and pointed the shot gun at Malfoy. Malfoy turned to look at the gun, his eyes wide. Malfoy ran wildly to the side of the house, not looking back. Harry watched as Malfoy dodged bullet after bullet from the shotgun. Malfoy made it to Harry with no holes. Vernon ran to the side of the house, looking wildly around for the blonde man. He saw nothing. He grunted angrily and stomped over to the other side of the house. "WHERE ARE YOU!?" When Vernon was out of sight, Harry threw his invisibility cloak off of him and Malfoy .
"Well looks the only way to go, is up", Harry said, raising his eyes to the rainy sky. Harry had a huge tree outside his window, with a long, thick branch extending to it.
"Oh hell no, Potter. Malfoys DO NOT climb trees", Malfoy drawled, crossing his arms across his chest and rasing is nose to the rain. Harry had begun to shiver, seeing he was wear only a white t-shirt and baggy jeans.
"Fine, Malfoy. Like I care if you get pneumonia."
Harry walked over to the tree, pulling up his wet jeans that had fallen down over his hips. Grunting with effort, Harry began to climb slowly. Draco stood there(like the stubborn person he is) and shivered from the rain. He turned to watch Harry, damp blonde hair falling over his eyes. Draco lowered his eyes, cursed and walked to the tree. Harry looked down to see Malfoy climbing towards him. "Well, well, well. How the mighty have fallen. Oh no!",Harry said with mock horror,"A Malfoy had swallowed his pride to climb up a tree with a MUGGLE!" Draco looked up to see Harry smirk at him. He bared his teeth."Leave..Me..Alone.", Draco said through his teeth. Harry turned back, climbing steadily, rain pelting down on his face. Harry gritted his teeth and pulled himself to the branch he wanted. Harry sat there and waited for Malfoy to get there. Harry held out his hand to Draco when he got close enough. Draco stopped and looked at Harry's hand. Then he slowly raised his eyes to look Harry in the face. Malfoy batted Harry's hand away and pulled himself up. Harry narrowed his eyes but didn't say anything. Harry crawled to the end of the branch to find out... the branch was eight feet away from the window. "Well Potter aren't you the smart one", Malfoy yelled over a clap of thunder. "Shut UP, Malfoy!" "Make me, Potter!" With that Harry pushed Draco. Draco looked surprised, but got over it and pushed back . Harry lost his balance and fell out of the tree with a yell. Thank goodness his pants were so long. The end of his pants leg caught on the branch. Harry opened his eyes when he realized that he wasn't falling, but swaying in the wind and rain. He looked up to see Draco watching him, looking... worried? What Harry thought was worry in Draco's eyes was only there for a flash. Then Malfoy slowly smirked at him while stnading up. "Someone's been knocked down off their high horse." "Get me up!!", Harry yelled, panic filling his voice. Malfoy walked to the end of the branch and jumped. Harry opened his mouth in shock as he watch Malfoy float to the window. Draco opened it and floated in. "How... how..", Harry started before Draco cut him off. "I forgot about this for awhile. I've been able to do that since I was five." When Draco finished Harry heard a rip. Harry gasped and looked at his pants. His jeans were ripping at the cuff. "Pull me up!" Draco sighed and looked thoughtful. He propped his head up in his hand and spoke. "What to do, what to do? I can let you fall..." "Malfoy..." "Hm, no too messy..." "Malfoy..." "Hell, there would be brains everywhere!" "MALFOY!!!" It was then that his pants ripped all the way and he started to fall. Harry screamed as saw the ground got closer and closer.... and all of a sudden stop. Harry had stopped 2 inches from the ground. He watched as he suddenly floated up, away from the ground. When he reached the window, he was suddenly flipped and came face to face with Draco.
"Can't have me meal ticket having his brains splattered on the ground, can we?", Draco drawled, tsking.
Harry floated through the window and was set on the floor. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he ran to Draco and pushed him to the ground. Harry climbed on top of him, reared back, and haul punched Draco right into his smug little face. Harry heard a satisfying crunch and reared back again. But Draco was quick. Draco threw him against the wall and punched Harry. After about 5 minutes of fighting they fell to the floor, bruised and bloody-nosed. Both boys were panting hard eyes closed. "Bastard." "Jack-ass." After they had quit breathing so hard, Harry asked Draco a question that had been burning in his mind the whole night. "Why are you here?" Draco stopped breathing all together. 'What do I tell him?', he thought to himself. "I can't tell you right now." "Why not?" Draco finally looked at Harry and narrowed his eyes. "I'll tell you, all in good time." With that he stood up and brushed himself off. Harry stood also. "Where's some clothes I can sleep in?", Draco asked, looking around the room. "I think we better wash up first." "Ah, that would be smart." Harry led him to the door and peaked out. Vernon was walking up the stairs, muttering to himself. He was stalking right towards Harry's room. "Oh, no!", Harry whispered. He quickly close the door and prayed that his uncle hadn't seen him. "Get in the closet!", Harry whispered loudly to Draco. Draco remembered his uncle and was in the closet with the door shut in 2 seconds flat. Harry jumped in his bed and turned off the lights. Vernon bursted into the room ,startling Harry. "WERE YOU OUTSIDE!?!?!?" "Wha.. What?", Harry asked, trying to sound sleepy. His uncle came over to his bed, grabbed a handful of hair, and jerked it back. "Ahhh!", Harry yelled. "Were.... you.... outside...just..now?", Vernon whispered dangerously. "I've been asleep!", Harry moaned shutting his eyes against the pain. Vernon looked at Harry for a moment then pushed him against the bed. "If I find out it was you, you will be sore in places you never knew you had!" And with that he left the room, slamming the door behind him. Harry rubbed at his scalp and looked at the closet. "It's ok now." Draco slowly opened the door and peeked out. As soon as he found that the mad-man was gone. He stepped out of the closet. "Your uncle is out of his bloody mind!" "Your telling me that?" "So can I get some clothes now?" Harry sighed and got up from the bed. He walked over to the dresser and pulled out a white t-shirt that was eight sizes too big and a pair of shorts that he could use for a tent. He pulled a belt off his dresser and handed it all to Draco. "You want me to wear that?"
"Unless you want to sleep naked, which I prefer you don't, then you'll wear them." Draco sneer at the clothes and grabbed them out of Harry's hands. He went into the closet to change. Harry waited about five minutes and Draco came out.... looking absolutely ridiculous. On Draco skinny frame hung the t-shirt to his knees and shorts that were baggy at the ankles. Harry snorted back a laugh and covered his mouth. "And what, pray tell, is so funny?" "You! You look ridiculous!", Harry laughed, holding his gut. "Ha. Ha. Ha.", Draco spit out, not looking amused. He stalked over to Harry's bed and got under the covers. "Oh no you don't!", Harry said pushing Draco out of the bed. "Where am I suppose to sleep?" "On the floor, like any dog." Draco grunted and sat on the floor. Harry got some covers and a blanket for him. Harry laid down and spoke one last time. "Good night... Draco." "Night, Potter." Harry sighed and drifted off to sleep.