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Al turned to Harry. "You first." Harry nodded and waited for him to go on. "Well?" Al asked him.
"Well what?" Al groaned and threw his hands in the air.
"What's wrong with him?" Draco asked Harry. Harry shrugged. Al tried again.
"What's your name?"
"Harry Potter," Harry answered immediately. Al laid his head on the table.
"Harry, get me a piece of paper and a pen from the desk," he mumbled into the wood. Harry nodded and climbed to his feet. Upon his return with said materials in hand, Al lifted his head and grabbed at them. Draco stared at the pen.
"What are those?" he asked. Al held up the loose leaf and blue pen, a questioning look flashing over his rugged features. Draco nodded.
"Later. Harry will have to explain how stuff like this works. This is all you'll have in school."
"School?" Draco looked repulsed at the very thought of it.
"Yes, school."
"Muggle school?"
"Yes." Al turned to Harry, ignoring Draco's disgusted look. "Right then. Name?"
"I told you already! Harry P-"
"No!" Harry looked bewilderedly at him. "Okay, what's your middle name?"
"James."
"No, that won't do. Umm… what's your favorite name?"
"Umm…" Harry had to think. He'd never thought about it before. "Derek, I guess. My old friends name." Al shook his head.
"No."
"Erik," said Draco suddenly. Both Al and Harry stared at him. "What?"
"Nothing. How about Erik, like he said?" Al tilted his head towards Draco.
"Sure." Al wrote it down on the paper.
"So, now, since he made up your name, you get to choose his."
"What?! I don't want him picking my name!"
"Too bad!"
"Umm…" Harry gleefully dragged it out, watching the pained expression on Draco's face worsening.
"Come on," encouraged Al.
"Umm…"
"Just pick something Potter!"
"Drake."
"Drake?"
"Drake."
"Why?"
"Male duck."
"Umm… thanks, Potter."
"I was going to say Bitch." Draco stared at him, horrified.
"Why?"
"Female dog," Harry replied.
"I'll get you Potter!"
"Just try it." Draco lunged at Harry, completely missing and ending with a face full of warm tea.
"Guys, stop!" Harry and Draco both look sheepishly up at Al who handed Draco a towel. Draco and Al both sat back down. "Drake it is. I'm picking the rest, guys."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes."
"No way!" cried Harry.
"Montgomery."
"What?"
"Erik Montgomery." Harry stopped trying to argue and nodded. "And, Drake Tanith."
"Fine."
"You will both be in grade ten, which is about fifth year." The boys nodded again. "Harry- Erik- you'll be fifteen. Drake is sixteen."
"What?" Draco smirked at him.
"Wait, I wasn't finished. Drake, your birthday is February 25. Erik, yours is April 28." Both boys nodded. Al looked out the window. "It's late. You boys sleep tonight and we'll disguise you and send you on your way tomorrow." Al stood up and Harry and Draco followed him back to the bedroom. Al conjured up a second bed. "Sleep well." He shut the door and they could hear him walk back to the kitchen and begin to tidy up.
Draco collapsed onto the bed he had laid in earlier, causing quite a few of his cuts to reopen. He moaned in pain. Harry's class had just learned a couple, simple, healing charms the week before. Harry pulled out his wand and stood over Draco muttering the spell. The cuts and bruises began to disappear.
"What are you doing Potter?"
"Helping you."
"Why?"
"I helped you before."
"So?"
"I don't know. You're in pain."
"So?"
"Buttons," said Harry cheekily.
"What the hell are you talking about Potter?"
"Never mind."
"Fine." Draco rolled over. "Just leave me alone."
"Pull off your shirt."
"What?!"
"Take off your shirt."
"Why?"
"So I can fix those cuts too."
"No. I'd rather suffer."
"I could get Al to come take a look."
"No!"
"Then take off your shirt!"
"Potter, I said NO!"
"Fine then." Harry muttered the spell again and a particularly nasty cut on his cheek slowly disappeared. He crawled onto his own bed. "Night."
"Night, Potter."
"Montgomery."
"Right."
"Night."