A/N thank you soo much for my first reviews ever Amanda , lil_blondie and a
special thanks to Constance Malfoy(my new beta reader^_^)! Well to answer
one question, Chaos has dirty blonde hair that he keeps back into a small
ponytail. We meet Harry's son this chapter. Sorry for the delays...I had
computer problems and then was on vacation ^_^ Well hope you like this
chapter and please review me with any questions/comments/concerns/ideas.
Well on with the show! Again this fic is SLASH!! dont like dont read
Chaos awoke to the loud ringing of his alarm. He groaned and looked at the time on his cheap, small clock. It read 5:30 am. He had been up until 1am the night before. The excitment of the upcoming day had kept him awake. Just going somewhere his dad had been, learning what his father had learned was exciting enough. After a few minutes of waking up, Chaos threw on his garage sale cheap clothes and ran downstairs to cook breakfast. He was surprised to hear footsteps a few minutes later. He turned to see Phil at the foot of the stairs with a cigarette in hand.
"I thought I told you we were buying breakfast on the way." He said flatly. Chaos sighed and turned back to cooking.
"In case you forgot, the last time I didn't cook breakfast for your parents, I couldn't walk right for a week." He replied, paying attention to the bacon and eggs. Phil smiled smugly.
"In case YOU forgot, I'm in control. When I'm with you...you have protection from them. Now let's throw this crap out and get some food at a restaraunt.." He said, taking a drag from the cigarette. Chaos sighed and dumped the contents of the frying pan into the wastebin. After putting the frying pan and spatula into the sink, he nodded to Phil and they walked outside. They got into his corvette(Phil's 16th birthday present) and started driving.
"So...where exactly do wizards shop?" He asked Chaos as he turned on his turn signal.
"I got dierections in my letter from Hogwarts." he respoded. "We have to go to a place called The Leaky Cauldren. It's in the mall between some comic book store and a restaurant." Phil nodded slightly as he turned into a Mcdonalds and ordered food for the both of them. They ate in an akward silence. When finished, Phil drove them to the mall. When they got there, Chaos suddenly felt nervous. What if they couldn't find this place called diagon alley? What if he was a disgrace to his father? What if this whole thing wasn't even real....His thoughts were cut short when he ran into Phil, who had stopped because they had reached their destination. Phil looked at him with an eyebrow raised for a moment.
"Well looks like we're here...doesn't look too glamorous does it?" He said to Chaos. Chaos could care less. Phil walked inside with Chaos following him. Inside, there many strange looking people Chaos assumed were Wizards and Witches. People in capes, cloaks and robes. Him and Phil looked quite out of place. Chaos read the letter from Hogwarts.
"Alright, now we have to go out and....tap the third brick up from the trashcan." He said, a bit disbelievingly. Phil raised an eyebrow and looked at the letter.
"Well let's go take a look." He told Chaos. Chaos nodded and the looked outside. There was no trashcan. They walked back in.
"Let's ask..." Chaos suggestive. Phil looked at all the people.
"Be my guest..." He told Chaos. Chaos took a deep breathe and walked over to a nearby witch with blonde hair and was wearing a royal purple cloak.
"Excuse me, but can you help us get into Diagon alley miss?" He asked as nicely as possible. The witch smiled understandingly.
"Ah you must be from the muggle world. Of course I'll help you dear." She stood up and walked outside, motioning Chaos and Phil to follow.
"Oh dear someone must have moved that trashcan again. Probably some kid. Well the brick is right here." She pointed and the pushed the brick inward. The path to Diagon Alley opened. Chaos gazed out wide-eyed at the magnificance of it. He had never seen anything so wonderous. He looked over at Phil who was trying to hide his surprise.
"Well...this is interesting. Let's go in all right? We don't have time to stand here gawking." He said cooly. Chaos nodded and they walked into the welcoming site. Everything was so big and new to him. Phil looked around as mesmorized as Chaos was.
"Well...where does your letter say to go now?" Phil says in a detatched voice, still taking everything in. Chaos read the letter again.
"It says we have to go to a wizarding bank called Gringotts." They searched for a while, finally finding it. They walked in and were, to say the least, shocked at the presence of the goblins. Chaos, stuttering a bit, gave the forboding Goblin at the desk the account number on his letter to Hogwarts. Another goblin took them to a small cart, where he instructed them to board it. They did so and the cart started moving. It quickly gained speed as it shot through the ground. Finally, they reached the vault. THe gobling got out and opened it. Phil and Chaos peered inside and saw mounds and mounds of coins, as well as a few other treasures and various items.
"Wow your parents were loaded." Phil said. Chaos walked inside, ignoring Phil's comment about his parents. He seemed to remember something about the coins that his father taught him. The big gold ones were galleons and were worth the most. The medium silver ones were sickles and the small bronze ones were knuts.
"Alright...I'll just get a few bags. Hopefully that'll be enough." He said to himself and filled up a few bags. He then looked around at some of the strange items. There were antiques that were no doubt worth a fortune, as well as expensive looking jewelry. But what really caught his eye was a small book near the center of the room. It had a cover that was made of what looked like dragon scales. He walked over towards it and picked it up. On the cover it said Draco Malfoy. Chaos opened it up and saw it was his father's journal. He smiled to himself. He'd finally be able to find out more about his family. He must have been staring at the book a little too long because he heard a disgruntled cough coming from the goblin.
"Oy Chaos hurry up!" Phil called to him. Chaos pocketed the book and walked out, gazing once more at what may be the only reminder of his parents.
"Ok lets go." Chaos said. They all got back into the cart and rode out of the strange, underground bank. Once above ground again, Chaos and Phil walked out of the bank. Chaos looked at the letter.
"Well now I should get my supplies." he told Phil who nodded in understanding. They walked around and got books, a cauldren, some strange ingrediants for what he assumed were for potions, parchment, quills and a few other assorted things on his list.
"All that's left are robes, a wand and an animal. I can probably go by myself to get those. You can go shop if you want." He handed Phil a sack of money and explained the values to the best of his abilities. Phil nodded and headed off on his own way. Chaos watched him leave and then walked nervously into the large robe shop in front of him. Inside there was someone already being robed up. Chaos watched in interest as the magical tape measurer measured the boy. The boy had dark brown spiked hair and a pair of glasses on. He looked around 13 or 14. And Chaos wasn't sure what it was...but something drew him to the boy. Chaos heard a cough behind him and turned around to see an older, impatient looking witch with graying hair.
"May I help you young man?" She asked Chaos. Chaos stopped looking at the boy and nodded.
"Yes m'am I need some robes for Hogwarts." He told her. She, like everyone else who heard him for the first time, flinched a bit at his accent. He remembered how his Uncle and Aunt once tried to permanately rid him of the American accent when he was around 7. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't manage the english accent. They thought he wasn't trying hard enough and punished him by making him shovel the snow in the driveway with no coa, a short sleeved shirt, and no gloves. He remembered Phil and his friends had walked by and threw snowballs at him while he cried silently. But Chaos knew there was no living in the past and just had to hope his present and his future would be more rewarding. He was thrown out of his flashback by the witch's yell.
"Oy Cho help this customer, I need to get some supplies from the store room!" The older witch called out before hastily walking into the store room. Another witch with flowing black hair stepped out from another room. She looked disheaveled and over worked, with bags under her eyes.
"Ok, just stand right here." She instructed him and Chaos did as he was told. As soon as she got the measuring started, she walked over to a display of robes, mumbling to herself. Chaos tried not to stare at the boy that was now next to him. The boy though, was now looking at Chaos. He smiled.
"Hello!" the boy said cheerfully to Chaos. "My name is Chris. Chris Potter. What's your name?" Chaos looked over towards Chris, who was now studying him.
"I'm Chaos Malfoy." He said cooly, without a hint of the nervousness he was feeling.
"So is this your first year at Hogwarts? I'm going into third year myself." He told Chaos, who nodded. Before Chris could ask anything more, the girl named Cho walked back over. She looked over Chris's measurments carefully and then walked over to the display of robes, pulling out a set and handing to him. He paid the money and turned back to Chaos.
"Well I guess I'll see you soon Chaos." He said and walked out of the store without a glance back. Chaos watched him walk away through the window and saw him go over to a taller man with black hair and glasses. Judging from the similarities between the two, Chaos assumed the man was Chris's father. They started talking and walking until they were completely out of Chaos's view. Chaos yawned as he was being measured. Soon enough, Cho walked back over and read Chaos's measurments and got him a set of robes. Chaos paid and walked out. Looking at the list, he decided to go for his wand next. After walking around for a while, he finally found Ollivander's Wand Shop. He walked into the ominous building a bit cautiously. When he got inside, he peered around.
"Well now." A voice said, making Chaos jump. He turned around and saw a strange looking older Wizard.
"You must be Chaos Malfoy...I've been expecting you. I am Mr. Ollivander." He told Chaos with a mysterious grin on his face. Chaos was, to say the least, taken aback by this strange man.
"Well don't just stand there. Sit down, sit down. We must find you a wand." Chaos complies, drawn in by this strange man.
"Now which hand is your wand hand?" He asked, leaning back into his own seat. Chaos stared at him blankly.
"E-excuse me?" Chaos asked, confused by the question. Mr. Ollivander chuckled a bit.
"Which hand to you write with?" He asked, still with that mysterious, all-knowing smile.
"My left hand." He said. Mr. Ollivander stood and walked over to a shelf full of wands and pulled out a long one and handed it Chaos.
"13 inches, Oak, unicorn horn. Go on give it a wave." Chaos did as he was told, but nothing happened. He tried this for ten more minutes with about 50 different wands.
"You are quite the tough customer. Try this one. 10 inches, willow, dragon scale." Chaos wearily gave it a wave and out of it came a stream of black and red sparks. Mr. Ollivander smiled.
"Finally we have a winner. Treat your wand with care my boy for it will definitely serve you well." Chaos nodded and paid the man, eager to leave the shop and the strange man.
"Let's see now, all I need is an animal." He remembered seeing a magical creature store a ways back and headed towards it. He was glad this was all he had left, as his hands were getting worn out from the bags he carried. Finally he made it to the store he had seen. Chaos walked inside and saw rows of many different types of animals. He decided to ask for help and walked over to the front counter.
"Yes how may I help you?" A young, bored looking wiazard asked. Before Chaos could answer, he heard a loud hissing sound and a crash, followed by a stream of raging profanities. The door opened a crack and a strange looking black cat with a purple sheen and no tail ran out. It jumped onto Chaos's head, fur raised. An intimidating wizard stormed out from the storage room and saw the cat on Chaos's head.
"Oh I'm sorry about that stupid cat lad. It's worthless. Nobody wants it and it's such a nuisance. Let me get him off for you." He started to advance, but Chaos put up a hand.
"I think I'll buy him please." He said. The man donned a confused face.
"Lad that thing is not worth living." Chaos shook his head disagreeingly.
"Please sir, I really want to buy him. I won't take no for an answer. I know this is enough." He put 8 galleons on the counter. The man sighed.
"Suit yourself lad." Chaos picked up his new pet and walked out of the store. He saw Chris across the street with what he still assumed was his father and waved to them. He saw Chris wave and say something to the other man. The other man grew a bit wide eyed and ushered Chris away.
"What the hell was that about." A voice behind him said. Chaos turned around to see Phil with a handful of bags. Chaos shrugged.
"Well I'm all set for school." He told Phil while holding on tightly to his cat. Phil nodded and they started walking away.
"You know...mum and dad are going to have a fit when they see that cat." Phil told him. Chaos smiled, anticipating the first time he'd actually be able to get away with something in that household from hell.
A/N--Soooo...whatcha think? Pwease review....even if it is to flame. Thank you for reading this so far! And thanks once again to Constance Malfoy, my beta reader! ^_^
Chaos awoke to the loud ringing of his alarm. He groaned and looked at the time on his cheap, small clock. It read 5:30 am. He had been up until 1am the night before. The excitment of the upcoming day had kept him awake. Just going somewhere his dad had been, learning what his father had learned was exciting enough. After a few minutes of waking up, Chaos threw on his garage sale cheap clothes and ran downstairs to cook breakfast. He was surprised to hear footsteps a few minutes later. He turned to see Phil at the foot of the stairs with a cigarette in hand.
"I thought I told you we were buying breakfast on the way." He said flatly. Chaos sighed and turned back to cooking.
"In case you forgot, the last time I didn't cook breakfast for your parents, I couldn't walk right for a week." He replied, paying attention to the bacon and eggs. Phil smiled smugly.
"In case YOU forgot, I'm in control. When I'm with you...you have protection from them. Now let's throw this crap out and get some food at a restaraunt.." He said, taking a drag from the cigarette. Chaos sighed and dumped the contents of the frying pan into the wastebin. After putting the frying pan and spatula into the sink, he nodded to Phil and they walked outside. They got into his corvette(Phil's 16th birthday present) and started driving.
"So...where exactly do wizards shop?" He asked Chaos as he turned on his turn signal.
"I got dierections in my letter from Hogwarts." he respoded. "We have to go to a place called The Leaky Cauldren. It's in the mall between some comic book store and a restaurant." Phil nodded slightly as he turned into a Mcdonalds and ordered food for the both of them. They ate in an akward silence. When finished, Phil drove them to the mall. When they got there, Chaos suddenly felt nervous. What if they couldn't find this place called diagon alley? What if he was a disgrace to his father? What if this whole thing wasn't even real....His thoughts were cut short when he ran into Phil, who had stopped because they had reached their destination. Phil looked at him with an eyebrow raised for a moment.
"Well looks like we're here...doesn't look too glamorous does it?" He said to Chaos. Chaos could care less. Phil walked inside with Chaos following him. Inside, there many strange looking people Chaos assumed were Wizards and Witches. People in capes, cloaks and robes. Him and Phil looked quite out of place. Chaos read the letter from Hogwarts.
"Alright, now we have to go out and....tap the third brick up from the trashcan." He said, a bit disbelievingly. Phil raised an eyebrow and looked at the letter.
"Well let's go take a look." He told Chaos. Chaos nodded and the looked outside. There was no trashcan. They walked back in.
"Let's ask..." Chaos suggestive. Phil looked at all the people.
"Be my guest..." He told Chaos. Chaos took a deep breathe and walked over to a nearby witch with blonde hair and was wearing a royal purple cloak.
"Excuse me, but can you help us get into Diagon alley miss?" He asked as nicely as possible. The witch smiled understandingly.
"Ah you must be from the muggle world. Of course I'll help you dear." She stood up and walked outside, motioning Chaos and Phil to follow.
"Oh dear someone must have moved that trashcan again. Probably some kid. Well the brick is right here." She pointed and the pushed the brick inward. The path to Diagon Alley opened. Chaos gazed out wide-eyed at the magnificance of it. He had never seen anything so wonderous. He looked over at Phil who was trying to hide his surprise.
"Well...this is interesting. Let's go in all right? We don't have time to stand here gawking." He said cooly. Chaos nodded and they walked into the welcoming site. Everything was so big and new to him. Phil looked around as mesmorized as Chaos was.
"Well...where does your letter say to go now?" Phil says in a detatched voice, still taking everything in. Chaos read the letter again.
"It says we have to go to a wizarding bank called Gringotts." They searched for a while, finally finding it. They walked in and were, to say the least, shocked at the presence of the goblins. Chaos, stuttering a bit, gave the forboding Goblin at the desk the account number on his letter to Hogwarts. Another goblin took them to a small cart, where he instructed them to board it. They did so and the cart started moving. It quickly gained speed as it shot through the ground. Finally, they reached the vault. THe gobling got out and opened it. Phil and Chaos peered inside and saw mounds and mounds of coins, as well as a few other treasures and various items.
"Wow your parents were loaded." Phil said. Chaos walked inside, ignoring Phil's comment about his parents. He seemed to remember something about the coins that his father taught him. The big gold ones were galleons and were worth the most. The medium silver ones were sickles and the small bronze ones were knuts.
"Alright...I'll just get a few bags. Hopefully that'll be enough." He said to himself and filled up a few bags. He then looked around at some of the strange items. There were antiques that were no doubt worth a fortune, as well as expensive looking jewelry. But what really caught his eye was a small book near the center of the room. It had a cover that was made of what looked like dragon scales. He walked over towards it and picked it up. On the cover it said Draco Malfoy. Chaos opened it up and saw it was his father's journal. He smiled to himself. He'd finally be able to find out more about his family. He must have been staring at the book a little too long because he heard a disgruntled cough coming from the goblin.
"Oy Chaos hurry up!" Phil called to him. Chaos pocketed the book and walked out, gazing once more at what may be the only reminder of his parents.
"Ok lets go." Chaos said. They all got back into the cart and rode out of the strange, underground bank. Once above ground again, Chaos and Phil walked out of the bank. Chaos looked at the letter.
"Well now I should get my supplies." he told Phil who nodded in understanding. They walked around and got books, a cauldren, some strange ingrediants for what he assumed were for potions, parchment, quills and a few other assorted things on his list.
"All that's left are robes, a wand and an animal. I can probably go by myself to get those. You can go shop if you want." He handed Phil a sack of money and explained the values to the best of his abilities. Phil nodded and headed off on his own way. Chaos watched him leave and then walked nervously into the large robe shop in front of him. Inside there was someone already being robed up. Chaos watched in interest as the magical tape measurer measured the boy. The boy had dark brown spiked hair and a pair of glasses on. He looked around 13 or 14. And Chaos wasn't sure what it was...but something drew him to the boy. Chaos heard a cough behind him and turned around to see an older, impatient looking witch with graying hair.
"May I help you young man?" She asked Chaos. Chaos stopped looking at the boy and nodded.
"Yes m'am I need some robes for Hogwarts." He told her. She, like everyone else who heard him for the first time, flinched a bit at his accent. He remembered how his Uncle and Aunt once tried to permanately rid him of the American accent when he was around 7. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't manage the english accent. They thought he wasn't trying hard enough and punished him by making him shovel the snow in the driveway with no coa, a short sleeved shirt, and no gloves. He remembered Phil and his friends had walked by and threw snowballs at him while he cried silently. But Chaos knew there was no living in the past and just had to hope his present and his future would be more rewarding. He was thrown out of his flashback by the witch's yell.
"Oy Cho help this customer, I need to get some supplies from the store room!" The older witch called out before hastily walking into the store room. Another witch with flowing black hair stepped out from another room. She looked disheaveled and over worked, with bags under her eyes.
"Ok, just stand right here." She instructed him and Chaos did as he was told. As soon as she got the measuring started, she walked over to a display of robes, mumbling to herself. Chaos tried not to stare at the boy that was now next to him. The boy though, was now looking at Chaos. He smiled.
"Hello!" the boy said cheerfully to Chaos. "My name is Chris. Chris Potter. What's your name?" Chaos looked over towards Chris, who was now studying him.
"I'm Chaos Malfoy." He said cooly, without a hint of the nervousness he was feeling.
"So is this your first year at Hogwarts? I'm going into third year myself." He told Chaos, who nodded. Before Chris could ask anything more, the girl named Cho walked back over. She looked over Chris's measurments carefully and then walked over to the display of robes, pulling out a set and handing to him. He paid the money and turned back to Chaos.
"Well I guess I'll see you soon Chaos." He said and walked out of the store without a glance back. Chaos watched him walk away through the window and saw him go over to a taller man with black hair and glasses. Judging from the similarities between the two, Chaos assumed the man was Chris's father. They started talking and walking until they were completely out of Chaos's view. Chaos yawned as he was being measured. Soon enough, Cho walked back over and read Chaos's measurments and got him a set of robes. Chaos paid and walked out. Looking at the list, he decided to go for his wand next. After walking around for a while, he finally found Ollivander's Wand Shop. He walked into the ominous building a bit cautiously. When he got inside, he peered around.
"Well now." A voice said, making Chaos jump. He turned around and saw a strange looking older Wizard.
"You must be Chaos Malfoy...I've been expecting you. I am Mr. Ollivander." He told Chaos with a mysterious grin on his face. Chaos was, to say the least, taken aback by this strange man.
"Well don't just stand there. Sit down, sit down. We must find you a wand." Chaos complies, drawn in by this strange man.
"Now which hand is your wand hand?" He asked, leaning back into his own seat. Chaos stared at him blankly.
"E-excuse me?" Chaos asked, confused by the question. Mr. Ollivander chuckled a bit.
"Which hand to you write with?" He asked, still with that mysterious, all-knowing smile.
"My left hand." He said. Mr. Ollivander stood and walked over to a shelf full of wands and pulled out a long one and handed it Chaos.
"13 inches, Oak, unicorn horn. Go on give it a wave." Chaos did as he was told, but nothing happened. He tried this for ten more minutes with about 50 different wands.
"You are quite the tough customer. Try this one. 10 inches, willow, dragon scale." Chaos wearily gave it a wave and out of it came a stream of black and red sparks. Mr. Ollivander smiled.
"Finally we have a winner. Treat your wand with care my boy for it will definitely serve you well." Chaos nodded and paid the man, eager to leave the shop and the strange man.
"Let's see now, all I need is an animal." He remembered seeing a magical creature store a ways back and headed towards it. He was glad this was all he had left, as his hands were getting worn out from the bags he carried. Finally he made it to the store he had seen. Chaos walked inside and saw rows of many different types of animals. He decided to ask for help and walked over to the front counter.
"Yes how may I help you?" A young, bored looking wiazard asked. Before Chaos could answer, he heard a loud hissing sound and a crash, followed by a stream of raging profanities. The door opened a crack and a strange looking black cat with a purple sheen and no tail ran out. It jumped onto Chaos's head, fur raised. An intimidating wizard stormed out from the storage room and saw the cat on Chaos's head.
"Oh I'm sorry about that stupid cat lad. It's worthless. Nobody wants it and it's such a nuisance. Let me get him off for you." He started to advance, but Chaos put up a hand.
"I think I'll buy him please." He said. The man donned a confused face.
"Lad that thing is not worth living." Chaos shook his head disagreeingly.
"Please sir, I really want to buy him. I won't take no for an answer. I know this is enough." He put 8 galleons on the counter. The man sighed.
"Suit yourself lad." Chaos picked up his new pet and walked out of the store. He saw Chris across the street with what he still assumed was his father and waved to them. He saw Chris wave and say something to the other man. The other man grew a bit wide eyed and ushered Chris away.
"What the hell was that about." A voice behind him said. Chaos turned around to see Phil with a handful of bags. Chaos shrugged.
"Well I'm all set for school." He told Phil while holding on tightly to his cat. Phil nodded and they started walking away.
"You know...mum and dad are going to have a fit when they see that cat." Phil told him. Chaos smiled, anticipating the first time he'd actually be able to get away with something in that household from hell.
A/N--Soooo...whatcha think? Pwease review....even if it is to flame. Thank you for reading this so far! And thanks once again to Constance Malfoy, my beta reader! ^_^