AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't want to say this every chapter, so I'm going to say
it now. I don't own Harry, Draco or anyone else in this story except Anya,
a few houselves and some of the Quidditch team. Those are the only ones
that come from my twisted imagination! Rowling owns all the famous ones.
Harry's New Life
"You alright Harry?" Draco Malfoy asked the 15-year-old wizard sitting next to him. Harry Potter was looking pale under the summer sun. Harry nodded, black hair tumbling around his face.
"Just thinking," he replied. "When was Snape supposed to arrive?"
"Later this afternoon," Draco told him as he drank some cold water. The boys were lounging near the shore at the Malfoy's summer home. It was hidden both magically and physically by the mountains surrounding the lake. It was not hot enough to swim in the lake, but it was warm enough to stay outside and practice Quidditch. After they finished their waters.
"Dobby!" Draco called and the small house-elf with a gigantic nose hurried over. His feet were bandaged and his eyes were wet. "What did you do this time?" Draco asked unimpressed.
"Dobby had to do it, Sir. Dobby had to. Dobby let the important supper burn. Now poor Tanen must fix the mess Dobby made." Harry rolled his eyes.
"What a git," Harry commented. "What is for supper?" he asked.
"Fish, Sir. Master's favourite. What did you need Dobby for Sir?" he asked Draco.
"I forgot," Draco told him and Dobby hurried, disappointed, back to the house. Harry and Draco laughed. "Oh yeah, Harry," Draco started, "Tomorrow's your birthday. What do you think you're going to get?"
"From Vernon and Petunia? Maybe a bag of dirt. They hate me now more than ever. Stupid Muggles," Harry said with hate. Draco just laughed.
"I know what Father's getting you," Draco taunted. "And what Crabbe and Goyle are, too."
"Well I know what you are getting for Christmas, so shut it!" Harry shot back and they both laughed. They heard a loud calling from the house.
"That's Father," Draco announced and got up.
"Thank you Draco, I wouldn't have guessed. God, you treat me like an idiot. I am getting better grades than you," Harry told Draco and pushed him into the mud. Cursing, Draco climbed out and kicked some onto Harry.
"Don't remind me. Father certainly does enough of it," he replied glumly.
"He also constantly reminds me that the stupid Mudblood Granger is beating me, so don't feel bad." Draco shrugged.
"Are those two Muggle-lovers still bugging you?" he asked Harry.
"Not so much anymore, but I don't think their owls could find their way here."
"There you boys are," Lucius said as they approached the house.
"What did you need, Father?" Draco asked.
"Watch your tone, Draco. Harry, I have an errand to run and it involves your aunt and uncle. You are to be present. Draco, you will stay here with your mother and make sure the house-elves do not burn the house down. Harry, come with me," he ordered. Harry looked at Malfoy and expected him to sulk, but he didn't. He simply smiled and walked away.
"What errand do you have to run, Mis.Lucius?" Harry asked. Draco's father had repeatedly told Harry to call him Lucius instead of Mr. Malfoy.
"Your birthday present, Harry," he replied shortly and gestured for him to follow him into the living room. There were three men in the room, only one of which Harry knew. Professor Severus Snape, Master of Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The other two were unfamiliar, and confused Harry even more. How could this be his present? Lucius introduced the other two men as Mr. Cory Regalo and Mr. Christopher Silver. Regalo was a short burly man with a red face and large hands. He barely came to Harry's shoulder, but he seemed imposing with intense green eyes and large eyebrows. Silver was taller and leaner. He looked like Snape with blond hair and brown eyes. All the men expertly wore Muggle clothes. They could pass as CEO's of a big cooperation if they wanted to.
"What is this?" Harry asked. No one answered.
"We will have to take the car. Harry cannot Apperate yet," Lucius said, "And we would look suspicious if we all Apperated in their front lawn." The men agreed and they filed out the door. Lucius ushered Harry out the door.
They piled into Lucius's limousine and Daniel, the driver, took off. Harry still didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't have the nerve to ask. None of the men spoke on the way, but Snape gave Harry a small wink when they arrived at their destination. The trip of several hundred miles had only taken a few minutes. Trust magic to help get to a destination. They walked out of the car into number 4, Privet Drive. An extremely fat boy, Harry's cousin Dudley, was sitting on the steps, licking an ice-cream. He dropped it on the steps and scrambled to the door, screaming "They're here!" Vernon Dursley, an imposing man as wide as his son, stepped out of the house. His lip curled at the sight of Harry. "Come to take him away, have you?" Vernon remarked and pretended to be brave. But fear of the magic all the men before him possessed showed in his eyes. Lucius nodded. Harry couldn't believe his ears. Take him away? Take him where?
"Just sign here, Mr. Dursley," Silver told him and presented a sheet of paper. Vernon signed and looked up.
"This is legal in the real world, as well?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. Identical papers. Professor I need you and Mr. Malfoy to sign right under the signatures. Cory, could you put your seal on it?" Silver ordered. After the men had done what was needed, Lucius handed the papers to Harry. He looked down, curious as to what the men had done. His eyes grew large as he finished reading.
"He needs your signature, Harry," Lucius prompted and handed him a quill. Shaking, Harry signed and handed the document back to Mr. Silver.
"It's done," Silver said. "Go and get your things, Harry." He hesitated before he moved. His life was changing. He no longer was an orphan! The document had been signed by Vernon, giving away all rights to Harry and gave them to Lucius. Snape had witnessed it and it had been legalized. He wanted to shout for joy. This present is even better than the Firebolt, Harry thought as he raced through the house. Lucius joined him and they packed his things. As Lucius carried them downstairs (magically, of course), Harry stood in his room and surveyed the changes. No more Dursleys! He was overjoyed and felt like he was going to explode. He knew that Lucius had adopted him to gain trust back from the Ministry, but he knew the arrangement would work. Dudley poked his fat head nervously into the room.
"You were the worst cousin that I have," Dudley told him, "And you still don't have a father."
"Maybe not a real father, but I have one that used to be a mass murderer and could still go crazy at any moment. And my brother will stick up me, he's crazy, too," Harry told him and pulled out his wand. Dudley ran out of the room, screaming. Harry laughed and put his wand away. He followed his new father down the stairs. His new life had begun.
Harry's New Life
"You alright Harry?" Draco Malfoy asked the 15-year-old wizard sitting next to him. Harry Potter was looking pale under the summer sun. Harry nodded, black hair tumbling around his face.
"Just thinking," he replied. "When was Snape supposed to arrive?"
"Later this afternoon," Draco told him as he drank some cold water. The boys were lounging near the shore at the Malfoy's summer home. It was hidden both magically and physically by the mountains surrounding the lake. It was not hot enough to swim in the lake, but it was warm enough to stay outside and practice Quidditch. After they finished their waters.
"Dobby!" Draco called and the small house-elf with a gigantic nose hurried over. His feet were bandaged and his eyes were wet. "What did you do this time?" Draco asked unimpressed.
"Dobby had to do it, Sir. Dobby had to. Dobby let the important supper burn. Now poor Tanen must fix the mess Dobby made." Harry rolled his eyes.
"What a git," Harry commented. "What is for supper?" he asked.
"Fish, Sir. Master's favourite. What did you need Dobby for Sir?" he asked Draco.
"I forgot," Draco told him and Dobby hurried, disappointed, back to the house. Harry and Draco laughed. "Oh yeah, Harry," Draco started, "Tomorrow's your birthday. What do you think you're going to get?"
"From Vernon and Petunia? Maybe a bag of dirt. They hate me now more than ever. Stupid Muggles," Harry said with hate. Draco just laughed.
"I know what Father's getting you," Draco taunted. "And what Crabbe and Goyle are, too."
"Well I know what you are getting for Christmas, so shut it!" Harry shot back and they both laughed. They heard a loud calling from the house.
"That's Father," Draco announced and got up.
"Thank you Draco, I wouldn't have guessed. God, you treat me like an idiot. I am getting better grades than you," Harry told Draco and pushed him into the mud. Cursing, Draco climbed out and kicked some onto Harry.
"Don't remind me. Father certainly does enough of it," he replied glumly.
"He also constantly reminds me that the stupid Mudblood Granger is beating me, so don't feel bad." Draco shrugged.
"Are those two Muggle-lovers still bugging you?" he asked Harry.
"Not so much anymore, but I don't think their owls could find their way here."
"There you boys are," Lucius said as they approached the house.
"What did you need, Father?" Draco asked.
"Watch your tone, Draco. Harry, I have an errand to run and it involves your aunt and uncle. You are to be present. Draco, you will stay here with your mother and make sure the house-elves do not burn the house down. Harry, come with me," he ordered. Harry looked at Malfoy and expected him to sulk, but he didn't. He simply smiled and walked away.
"What errand do you have to run, Mis.Lucius?" Harry asked. Draco's father had repeatedly told Harry to call him Lucius instead of Mr. Malfoy.
"Your birthday present, Harry," he replied shortly and gestured for him to follow him into the living room. There were three men in the room, only one of which Harry knew. Professor Severus Snape, Master of Potions at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The other two were unfamiliar, and confused Harry even more. How could this be his present? Lucius introduced the other two men as Mr. Cory Regalo and Mr. Christopher Silver. Regalo was a short burly man with a red face and large hands. He barely came to Harry's shoulder, but he seemed imposing with intense green eyes and large eyebrows. Silver was taller and leaner. He looked like Snape with blond hair and brown eyes. All the men expertly wore Muggle clothes. They could pass as CEO's of a big cooperation if they wanted to.
"What is this?" Harry asked. No one answered.
"We will have to take the car. Harry cannot Apperate yet," Lucius said, "And we would look suspicious if we all Apperated in their front lawn." The men agreed and they filed out the door. Lucius ushered Harry out the door.
They piled into Lucius's limousine and Daniel, the driver, took off. Harry still didn't understand what was going on, but he didn't have the nerve to ask. None of the men spoke on the way, but Snape gave Harry a small wink when they arrived at their destination. The trip of several hundred miles had only taken a few minutes. Trust magic to help get to a destination. They walked out of the car into number 4, Privet Drive. An extremely fat boy, Harry's cousin Dudley, was sitting on the steps, licking an ice-cream. He dropped it on the steps and scrambled to the door, screaming "They're here!" Vernon Dursley, an imposing man as wide as his son, stepped out of the house. His lip curled at the sight of Harry. "Come to take him away, have you?" Vernon remarked and pretended to be brave. But fear of the magic all the men before him possessed showed in his eyes. Lucius nodded. Harry couldn't believe his ears. Take him away? Take him where?
"Just sign here, Mr. Dursley," Silver told him and presented a sheet of paper. Vernon signed and looked up.
"This is legal in the real world, as well?" he asked.
"Yes, sir. Identical papers. Professor I need you and Mr. Malfoy to sign right under the signatures. Cory, could you put your seal on it?" Silver ordered. After the men had done what was needed, Lucius handed the papers to Harry. He looked down, curious as to what the men had done. His eyes grew large as he finished reading.
"He needs your signature, Harry," Lucius prompted and handed him a quill. Shaking, Harry signed and handed the document back to Mr. Silver.
"It's done," Silver said. "Go and get your things, Harry." He hesitated before he moved. His life was changing. He no longer was an orphan! The document had been signed by Vernon, giving away all rights to Harry and gave them to Lucius. Snape had witnessed it and it had been legalized. He wanted to shout for joy. This present is even better than the Firebolt, Harry thought as he raced through the house. Lucius joined him and they packed his things. As Lucius carried them downstairs (magically, of course), Harry stood in his room and surveyed the changes. No more Dursleys! He was overjoyed and felt like he was going to explode. He knew that Lucius had adopted him to gain trust back from the Ministry, but he knew the arrangement would work. Dudley poked his fat head nervously into the room.
"You were the worst cousin that I have," Dudley told him, "And you still don't have a father."
"Maybe not a real father, but I have one that used to be a mass murderer and could still go crazy at any moment. And my brother will stick up me, he's crazy, too," Harry told him and pulled out his wand. Dudley ran out of the room, screaming. Harry laughed and put his wand away. He followed his new father down the stairs. His new life had begun.
