Chapter One
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"Harry, dear, come on now."
Mrs. Weasley's voice rang cheerfully throughout the Leaky Cauldron. Harry, dressed in black robes a
few inches too short, dutifully got up from the table where he had been playing Exploding Snap, a very
popular card game that blew up in your face if you lost, with Fred and George, the Weasley twins.
This was a bad thing to do in the middle of a particularly complicated move, however, and by the time
he had completed a full turn, his eyebrows be suspiciously absent. Mrs. Weasley frowned at the twins,
and charmed Harry's eyebrows back onto his face.
"There," she commented with finality, shooting a warning glance at her sons. "Off we go then."
She began to walk towards the back door, Harry following, trying to stay as far away as possible
from Fred and George as possible, a very hard task to accomplish, as they seemed determined to mimic
his every step. Mrs. Weasley did not notice, she was too busy scanning the crowd for yet another of her
children. "Ginny, come on. Off we go now."
Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair, and pulled her hand away as Mrs. Weasley went to grab it. She
purposly avoided Harry's gaze, and fixed her eyes firmly on the floor, as if she found it wonderfully fasinating.
Ron and Hermione went to the very back, to have some "alone time" Harry supposed. They would both
subconsiously drift towards each other, then scurry away the instant they touched. The twins found this
very amusing, and kept glancing behind their shoulders. They weren't very secretive about it, either.
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After a visit to Gringott's, the party split up, everyone going their seperate ways. Fred and George, their
pocket suspisiously full, immeadiately departed to Gambol and Japes, hardly even waving goodbye before
they sped off down the street.
Ginny, accompianed by her mother, to her embaressment, set off for the second hand robe shop. Harry,
after a visit to Madame Malkin's, went with Ron and Hermione, to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor
for a snack.
That was where they first saw him.
Sitting in talking happily at their table, while taking occasional bites from their ice cream, the friends were
oblivious to anything out of place. Soon, however, the sounds of a most unpleasant voice reached their ears,
none other than Draco Malfoy himself, Harry least favorite person. Although Snape was a close second.
"What are you going to do then, slime ball? Think you can take me down?"
Harry turned in his seat. A crowd had already started to form, so he stood up for a better look. He, Ron, and
Hermione hurried over and pushed their was to the front.
A little boy stood opposite Malfoy. He was horrible dirty, and his long hair hung down in his face. He wore
tattered clothes, and looked to be no older than five.
"Come on," Malfoy continued. "Give it you best shot."
The boy shook his head wordlessly, his hair flying in all directions. Malfoy sneered at him.
"No? Why not? Scared are you? Why don't you go running back to your mummy, little snot. Oh wait, I
forgot, you can't get past me, can you?" He stepped sideways.
"Here you go, then." The boy took a hesitant step forward. Malfoy didn't more, so the went a little farther.
Finally, just he came oppisite Malfoy, the Slytherin reached out and slapped him across the face.
The crowd gasped as the boy fell backwards, five long scratches covering his cheek. Calmly the boy got
up, and approached Malfoy again. Once again, he was thrown backwards. He got up, he was thrown down.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Finally, the boy remained seated on the side of the road. Malfoy laughed, and sauntered over to him, intenting
to show the boy just who he was messing with.
It was over so fact, that nobody could really say what happened. One second, Malfoy stood over the dirty boy
on the street, the next the boy was sitting on Malfoy's chest, pounding on him with his tiny fists and shouting
something in a strange lauguage. Malfoy tried to get up, and the boy stopped hitting him, grabbed Malfoy's
neck, and squeezed. Hard.
Suddenly, Lucius Malfoy shoved his was through the crowds. It only took a moment for him to look over the
situation He ran over, pryed the boy off of his son, and slammed him against a brick wall.
There was a moment of complete silence, and the everything happened at once.
Several people rushed forward, wand raised high. Harry was one of them. Lucius took one look around him
and ran. By the time the croud had dispursed, he was nowhere to be seen. The boy jumped up to his feet,
blood pouring from a crack in his head. He screamed as though he was being torn apart, and several
people covered their ears. Harry had the strange feeling that the boy wasn't screaming because he was
injured or scared, but merely because he was absolutely furious.
A man tried to pick him up, only to have his arm bitten so hard that it bled. He cried out in alarm, and
shouted that the boy was violent and should be arrested at once. Aurors were immeadiately summoned to
the scene, but by that time Harry had pushed his way through the crowds and come to stand catiously
before the boy.
He took a deep breath, before screaming with all his might, "Calm down!!!"
There was immeadiate silence. Harry swore he heard a pin drop from somewhere across the street. He tried to
calm down, before carefully approaching the boy, who looked suspisiously close to starting to scream again.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked nervously, holding out a hand. The boy backed away, looking up at him with
wide, blue eyes. "Ya naa lle*?" he whispered.
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*Who are you?
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More to come soon! Sorry about the confusing Prologue. Review, review, review!!!
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"Harry, dear, come on now."
Mrs. Weasley's voice rang cheerfully throughout the Leaky Cauldron. Harry, dressed in black robes a
few inches too short, dutifully got up from the table where he had been playing Exploding Snap, a very
popular card game that blew up in your face if you lost, with Fred and George, the Weasley twins.
This was a bad thing to do in the middle of a particularly complicated move, however, and by the time
he had completed a full turn, his eyebrows be suspiciously absent. Mrs. Weasley frowned at the twins,
and charmed Harry's eyebrows back onto his face.
"There," she commented with finality, shooting a warning glance at her sons. "Off we go then."
She began to walk towards the back door, Harry following, trying to stay as far away as possible
from Fred and George as possible, a very hard task to accomplish, as they seemed determined to mimic
his every step. Mrs. Weasley did not notice, she was too busy scanning the crowd for yet another of her
children. "Ginny, come on. Off we go now."
Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair, and pulled her hand away as Mrs. Weasley went to grab it. She
purposly avoided Harry's gaze, and fixed her eyes firmly on the floor, as if she found it wonderfully fasinating.
Ron and Hermione went to the very back, to have some "alone time" Harry supposed. They would both
subconsiously drift towards each other, then scurry away the instant they touched. The twins found this
very amusing, and kept glancing behind their shoulders. They weren't very secretive about it, either.
~*~
After a visit to Gringott's, the party split up, everyone going their seperate ways. Fred and George, their
pocket suspisiously full, immeadiately departed to Gambol and Japes, hardly even waving goodbye before
they sped off down the street.
Ginny, accompianed by her mother, to her embaressment, set off for the second hand robe shop. Harry,
after a visit to Madame Malkin's, went with Ron and Hermione, to Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor
for a snack.
That was where they first saw him.
Sitting in talking happily at their table, while taking occasional bites from their ice cream, the friends were
oblivious to anything out of place. Soon, however, the sounds of a most unpleasant voice reached their ears,
none other than Draco Malfoy himself, Harry least favorite person. Although Snape was a close second.
"What are you going to do then, slime ball? Think you can take me down?"
Harry turned in his seat. A crowd had already started to form, so he stood up for a better look. He, Ron, and
Hermione hurried over and pushed their was to the front.
A little boy stood opposite Malfoy. He was horrible dirty, and his long hair hung down in his face. He wore
tattered clothes, and looked to be no older than five.
"Come on," Malfoy continued. "Give it you best shot."
The boy shook his head wordlessly, his hair flying in all directions. Malfoy sneered at him.
"No? Why not? Scared are you? Why don't you go running back to your mummy, little snot. Oh wait, I
forgot, you can't get past me, can you?" He stepped sideways.
"Here you go, then." The boy took a hesitant step forward. Malfoy didn't more, so the went a little farther.
Finally, just he came oppisite Malfoy, the Slytherin reached out and slapped him across the face.
The crowd gasped as the boy fell backwards, five long scratches covering his cheek. Calmly the boy got
up, and approached Malfoy again. Once again, he was thrown backwards. He got up, he was thrown down.
Up. Down. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Finally, the boy remained seated on the side of the road. Malfoy laughed, and sauntered over to him, intenting
to show the boy just who he was messing with.
It was over so fact, that nobody could really say what happened. One second, Malfoy stood over the dirty boy
on the street, the next the boy was sitting on Malfoy's chest, pounding on him with his tiny fists and shouting
something in a strange lauguage. Malfoy tried to get up, and the boy stopped hitting him, grabbed Malfoy's
neck, and squeezed. Hard.
Suddenly, Lucius Malfoy shoved his was through the crowds. It only took a moment for him to look over the
situation He ran over, pryed the boy off of his son, and slammed him against a brick wall.
There was a moment of complete silence, and the everything happened at once.
Several people rushed forward, wand raised high. Harry was one of them. Lucius took one look around him
and ran. By the time the croud had dispursed, he was nowhere to be seen. The boy jumped up to his feet,
blood pouring from a crack in his head. He screamed as though he was being torn apart, and several
people covered their ears. Harry had the strange feeling that the boy wasn't screaming because he was
injured or scared, but merely because he was absolutely furious.
A man tried to pick him up, only to have his arm bitten so hard that it bled. He cried out in alarm, and
shouted that the boy was violent and should be arrested at once. Aurors were immeadiately summoned to
the scene, but by that time Harry had pushed his way through the crowds and come to stand catiously
before the boy.
He took a deep breath, before screaming with all his might, "Calm down!!!"
There was immeadiate silence. Harry swore he heard a pin drop from somewhere across the street. He tried to
calm down, before carefully approaching the boy, who looked suspisiously close to starting to scream again.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked nervously, holding out a hand. The boy backed away, looking up at him with
wide, blue eyes. "Ya naa lle*?" he whispered.
~*~
*Who are you?
~*~
More to come soon! Sorry about the confusing Prologue. Review, review, review!!!