A/N: Hello! I'm really sorry about delay with this chappie. I'll try to
write faster (
Thanks to my reviewers:
Kimmy15, Princess19, OhioGrl-HPFan, Ningchan
angel74 (I 'm glad that it was easier to read, thanks for advice)
Weasley Wonders (I know the age gap's kinda strange, but can't help it. It will be needed farther in the story)
And I suppose some explanations are in order: Malfoys don't serve Voldie. Lucius was the spy for the Order and was killed. The age is important. I couldn't make Draco too young and Harry just had to be 'before Hogwarts' age (you'll know why in a few chaps). And who knows (me, of course(), maybe they will go to Hogwarts together.
Hope you all will continue reading. And, of course, review.
Chapter 3: THE Harry POTTER?!
The next morning found Draco in bed. But he wasn't asleep. To be honest, he didn't sleep much that night, maybe a couple of hours. The rest of the time he was thinking. About Harry. He didn't know what to do. Of course, his mother ensured that the boy wouldn't be hurt badly. But, thought Draco, he didn't deserve to be hurt at all.
Draco got out of bed and looked out of the window. The weather was great for outdoors: warm and sunny. It made Draco think about what to do with his time. Something that will entertain Harry, decided the fair-headed young man.
After breakfast, during which he told his mom about his plans for the day, Draco went to fetch Harry from Dursleys. It wouldn't be hard to tell Mrs. Dursley that he needed Harry's help in the garage. He still wondered why did Harry's relatives let him do work for others without payment. Later he'd learn that that Dursleys knew that his farther was rich and they liked to suck up to superiors.
With all this thinking he found himself on the front porch of Dursleys' house. Draco knocked. The second later the door was yanked open by stick- looking Petunia. Her angry expression softened at the sight of Draco.
"Draco, dear." He cringed. "How are you this morning?"
"Perfectly fine" except the fact that I want to beat you until you look like Harry did yesterday -Draco smiled at her. "And you?"
"Fine too. Can I help you?"
"Actually yes. I want to ask Harry to help."
"Of course, Draco." She turned from him even without listening to the end. And her next words brought Draco in the state of shock: "Harry Potter, get here this second."
Draco, as every person in the wizarding world, knew who Harry Potter was. The Harry Potter, who, when he was a baby, defeated the Dark Lord. And now he had the scar from the curse. The scar? Draco never looked at Harry's forehead. The boy had such unruly hair and the fringe was always in his eyes. What if it really is The HARRY POTTER?
When Draco was talking to Petunia, Harry was in the back yard weeding his aunt's flowers. He heard her calling and ran as fast as his legs let him. He stopped in the doorway to kitchen and surveyed the scene in the hall: angry aunt Petunia and stricken-looking Draco. Weird. Did his aunt do something to his best friend? He will never forgive her if she did. Slowly Harry walked up to the pair.
"I'm here, aunt Petunia."
"Good. Mr. Malfoy wants your help. Go and do as he says."
"Yes, aunt Petunia." He lifted his gaze to Draco's face. The older boy still looked as if he was hit by something heavy on the head. Aunt Petunia went to the kitchen.
"Draco, are you okay?"
Draco shook his head. "Harry?" "Yes, that's me. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Come on." Draco took his hand and led him to Malfoys' house.
"What are we going to do?" Harry was skipping beside his friend.
"Talk with my mom."
"Oh." Harry kept quiet for the rest of the way. But as soon as they entered the house he ran to the kitchen where Narcissa was.
"Morning Narcissa" he hugged her.
"Morning dear." She looked at her son. "What's wrong, Draco?"
"You'll know in a second." Said Draco and Harry got weird feeling in his stomach that it would be about him. "Harry," continued Draco, looking at the younger boy. "What's your last name?"
"Potter," calmly said Harry, still not understanding what was it all about.
Narcissa sat heavily in the nearest chair. "That can't be.. Harry, come here." He came up to her and felt her hand smoothing hair from his forehead. "Oh dear."
"Mom, you see. He is Harry Potter." Draco was frantically pacing.
"I see. We need to tell Professor Dumbledore that we know where he is."
"You think that's necessary?"
"Yes Draco. He put Harry here to ensure his safety from the Dark Lord, but I think he doesn't know that the boy is mistreated by his relatives. I'll write him today."
Harry was looking back and forth between Narcissa and Draco. His friends were saying strange words: Dark Lord, Dumbledore. Such words he only has seen in books. And why was so important that he was Harry Potter? He opened his mouth to ask, but Draco beat him to it.
"Yes, write him and ask if we can keep Harry. I'm sure once he heard about those muggles, he'll let us."
"I'm sure he had reasons to put him with his relatives." Narcissa said thoughtfully.
"And I bet he doesn't even know what they do to Harry."
"That's enough, Draco. Take Harry out and I'll think about what to do." Narcissa left kitchen.
Draco looked at bewildered Harry:
"Well, it seems we are going out." He held out his hand and the smaller boy took it. "Let's get some ice cream, okay?"
"Alright!" happily cried Harry and almost dragged the young man out of the house. Not many boys of nine years old like to hold hand with their parents or elder siblings, but Harry, starving for affection, never missed the chance to be close to people he liked. So, he happily skipped beside Draco to the 'Ice Paradise' - ice cream shop on the corner. The happenings of the last hour bothered him a little, but since he didn't understand much, Harry decided not to think about it.
There wasn't anyone in the shop due to the rather early hour and the woman behind the counter looked bored. Draco led Harry to her:
"Good Morning, ma'am." smiled he.
"Good Morning, boys. Decided to have some ice cream" she smiled back. When Harry nodded she continued: "What flavor would you like?"
"Vanilla." replied Draco. Harry hesitated - he didn't get ice cream often. Well, to be honest, he'd never had any. And choosing - let's say it wasn't what he did ever. Dursleys never asked him anything at all. So, he was deep in thought: what to choose.
"Harry" he looked up at the older boy. "What ice cream do you want?"
"I . I want ." Harry tugged Draco down till he was at his level and whispered in his ear "I don't know. I've never had it."
Draco looked at Harry, then at the woman, who was still smiling and said: "I think you should start with the chocolate then."
The woman gave them two big cones, Draco paid and they went out.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Harry, licking his cone. "Narcissa didn't say how long we should be out."
"I think we'll sit in that garden and eat our ice cream and then, we'll see, okay?"
"Sure."
They sat in the garden, looking at the flowers and birds. Well, Harry was looking mostly. Draco was thinking about The Harry Potter, who was sitting beside him now. And about Dumbledore and what he will say. What if he wouldn't let us look after Harry? No, decided the blond boy, he wouldn't and if he would I'll write him myself and tell all about Harry's situation.
In fifteen minutes Harry's cone was eaten and Draco still had almost half of his. The younger boy jumped from the bench and went to the small pond in front of them. He dropped on the knees and looked into sparkling water.
"Draco, look. There's fish there." He put his hand under the water to catch it and giggled: "It's slippery. When he took his hand out a piece of seaweed stuck to it.
"Blech, the seaweed." Harry dropped it back in the pond. "Draco, do fish eat seaweed?"
Only after the lack of response, he noticed strange quietness of his friend.
"Draco. Dray -co!" Harry went to stand in front of sitting Draco. The older boy jumped, startled:
"Harry? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. What are you thinking?"
"Oh, sorry." Smiled Draco apologetically. "It's just."
"You are thinking about what you're talking with your mum?"
"Yes Harry, I just can't stop."
"Oh," Harry shrugged to himself. "Is it important?"
"Very. It concerns you. It is mainly about you. When we're back at home I'll tell you."
"What? Can't you tell me now?"
Draco laughed: "It's better to wait. It's kind of shocking."
Harry didn't ask anything else. He just thought about what can concern him and be something that Draco knew. They met only about a week ago, he just can't know anything. I didn't tell him much, thought Harry, not that I know a lot.
Once back in the kitchen of Malfoy house, boys sat at the table in front of Narcissa, who said:
"I have send letter to Professor Dumbledore. Now we only have to wait for reply. And while we waiting. I'm sure, Harry, you're wondering what is it all about?"
Harry looked at her attentively: "Will you tell me?"
"Yes, I will." When the boy smiled, she continued. "It started on the July 31, when the small boy was born. His parents ."
End of third chapter.
Next chap: Dumbledore's letter, Harry learns his life story and Malfoys decide what to do.
REVIEW!!!!!!!
Kimmy15, Princess19, OhioGrl-HPFan, Ningchan
angel74 (I 'm glad that it was easier to read, thanks for advice)
Weasley Wonders (I know the age gap's kinda strange, but can't help it. It will be needed farther in the story)
And I suppose some explanations are in order: Malfoys don't serve Voldie. Lucius was the spy for the Order and was killed. The age is important. I couldn't make Draco too young and Harry just had to be 'before Hogwarts' age (you'll know why in a few chaps). And who knows (me, of course(), maybe they will go to Hogwarts together.
Hope you all will continue reading. And, of course, review.
Chapter 3: THE Harry POTTER?!
The next morning found Draco in bed. But he wasn't asleep. To be honest, he didn't sleep much that night, maybe a couple of hours. The rest of the time he was thinking. About Harry. He didn't know what to do. Of course, his mother ensured that the boy wouldn't be hurt badly. But, thought Draco, he didn't deserve to be hurt at all.
Draco got out of bed and looked out of the window. The weather was great for outdoors: warm and sunny. It made Draco think about what to do with his time. Something that will entertain Harry, decided the fair-headed young man.
After breakfast, during which he told his mom about his plans for the day, Draco went to fetch Harry from Dursleys. It wouldn't be hard to tell Mrs. Dursley that he needed Harry's help in the garage. He still wondered why did Harry's relatives let him do work for others without payment. Later he'd learn that that Dursleys knew that his farther was rich and they liked to suck up to superiors.
With all this thinking he found himself on the front porch of Dursleys' house. Draco knocked. The second later the door was yanked open by stick- looking Petunia. Her angry expression softened at the sight of Draco.
"Draco, dear." He cringed. "How are you this morning?"
"Perfectly fine" except the fact that I want to beat you until you look like Harry did yesterday -Draco smiled at her. "And you?"
"Fine too. Can I help you?"
"Actually yes. I want to ask Harry to help."
"Of course, Draco." She turned from him even without listening to the end. And her next words brought Draco in the state of shock: "Harry Potter, get here this second."
Draco, as every person in the wizarding world, knew who Harry Potter was. The Harry Potter, who, when he was a baby, defeated the Dark Lord. And now he had the scar from the curse. The scar? Draco never looked at Harry's forehead. The boy had such unruly hair and the fringe was always in his eyes. What if it really is The HARRY POTTER?
When Draco was talking to Petunia, Harry was in the back yard weeding his aunt's flowers. He heard her calling and ran as fast as his legs let him. He stopped in the doorway to kitchen and surveyed the scene in the hall: angry aunt Petunia and stricken-looking Draco. Weird. Did his aunt do something to his best friend? He will never forgive her if she did. Slowly Harry walked up to the pair.
"I'm here, aunt Petunia."
"Good. Mr. Malfoy wants your help. Go and do as he says."
"Yes, aunt Petunia." He lifted his gaze to Draco's face. The older boy still looked as if he was hit by something heavy on the head. Aunt Petunia went to the kitchen.
"Draco, are you okay?"
Draco shook his head. "Harry?" "Yes, that's me. What's wrong?"
"Nothing. Come on." Draco took his hand and led him to Malfoys' house.
"What are we going to do?" Harry was skipping beside his friend.
"Talk with my mom."
"Oh." Harry kept quiet for the rest of the way. But as soon as they entered the house he ran to the kitchen where Narcissa was.
"Morning Narcissa" he hugged her.
"Morning dear." She looked at her son. "What's wrong, Draco?"
"You'll know in a second." Said Draco and Harry got weird feeling in his stomach that it would be about him. "Harry," continued Draco, looking at the younger boy. "What's your last name?"
"Potter," calmly said Harry, still not understanding what was it all about.
Narcissa sat heavily in the nearest chair. "That can't be.. Harry, come here." He came up to her and felt her hand smoothing hair from his forehead. "Oh dear."
"Mom, you see. He is Harry Potter." Draco was frantically pacing.
"I see. We need to tell Professor Dumbledore that we know where he is."
"You think that's necessary?"
"Yes Draco. He put Harry here to ensure his safety from the Dark Lord, but I think he doesn't know that the boy is mistreated by his relatives. I'll write him today."
Harry was looking back and forth between Narcissa and Draco. His friends were saying strange words: Dark Lord, Dumbledore. Such words he only has seen in books. And why was so important that he was Harry Potter? He opened his mouth to ask, but Draco beat him to it.
"Yes, write him and ask if we can keep Harry. I'm sure once he heard about those muggles, he'll let us."
"I'm sure he had reasons to put him with his relatives." Narcissa said thoughtfully.
"And I bet he doesn't even know what they do to Harry."
"That's enough, Draco. Take Harry out and I'll think about what to do." Narcissa left kitchen.
Draco looked at bewildered Harry:
"Well, it seems we are going out." He held out his hand and the smaller boy took it. "Let's get some ice cream, okay?"
"Alright!" happily cried Harry and almost dragged the young man out of the house. Not many boys of nine years old like to hold hand with their parents or elder siblings, but Harry, starving for affection, never missed the chance to be close to people he liked. So, he happily skipped beside Draco to the 'Ice Paradise' - ice cream shop on the corner. The happenings of the last hour bothered him a little, but since he didn't understand much, Harry decided not to think about it.
There wasn't anyone in the shop due to the rather early hour and the woman behind the counter looked bored. Draco led Harry to her:
"Good Morning, ma'am." smiled he.
"Good Morning, boys. Decided to have some ice cream" she smiled back. When Harry nodded she continued: "What flavor would you like?"
"Vanilla." replied Draco. Harry hesitated - he didn't get ice cream often. Well, to be honest, he'd never had any. And choosing - let's say it wasn't what he did ever. Dursleys never asked him anything at all. So, he was deep in thought: what to choose.
"Harry" he looked up at the older boy. "What ice cream do you want?"
"I . I want ." Harry tugged Draco down till he was at his level and whispered in his ear "I don't know. I've never had it."
Draco looked at Harry, then at the woman, who was still smiling and said: "I think you should start with the chocolate then."
The woman gave them two big cones, Draco paid and they went out.
"What are we going to do now?" asked Harry, licking his cone. "Narcissa didn't say how long we should be out."
"I think we'll sit in that garden and eat our ice cream and then, we'll see, okay?"
"Sure."
They sat in the garden, looking at the flowers and birds. Well, Harry was looking mostly. Draco was thinking about The Harry Potter, who was sitting beside him now. And about Dumbledore and what he will say. What if he wouldn't let us look after Harry? No, decided the blond boy, he wouldn't and if he would I'll write him myself and tell all about Harry's situation.
In fifteen minutes Harry's cone was eaten and Draco still had almost half of his. The younger boy jumped from the bench and went to the small pond in front of them. He dropped on the knees and looked into sparkling water.
"Draco, look. There's fish there." He put his hand under the water to catch it and giggled: "It's slippery. When he took his hand out a piece of seaweed stuck to it.
"Blech, the seaweed." Harry dropped it back in the pond. "Draco, do fish eat seaweed?"
Only after the lack of response, he noticed strange quietness of his friend.
"Draco. Dray -co!" Harry went to stand in front of sitting Draco. The older boy jumped, startled:
"Harry? What's wrong?"
"Nothing. What are you thinking?"
"Oh, sorry." Smiled Draco apologetically. "It's just."
"You are thinking about what you're talking with your mum?"
"Yes Harry, I just can't stop."
"Oh," Harry shrugged to himself. "Is it important?"
"Very. It concerns you. It is mainly about you. When we're back at home I'll tell you."
"What? Can't you tell me now?"
Draco laughed: "It's better to wait. It's kind of shocking."
Harry didn't ask anything else. He just thought about what can concern him and be something that Draco knew. They met only about a week ago, he just can't know anything. I didn't tell him much, thought Harry, not that I know a lot.
Once back in the kitchen of Malfoy house, boys sat at the table in front of Narcissa, who said:
"I have send letter to Professor Dumbledore. Now we only have to wait for reply. And while we waiting. I'm sure, Harry, you're wondering what is it all about?"
Harry looked at her attentively: "Will you tell me?"
"Yes, I will." When the boy smiled, she continued. "It started on the July 31, when the small boy was born. His parents ."
End of third chapter.
Next chap: Dumbledore's letter, Harry learns his life story and Malfoys decide what to do.
REVIEW!!!!!!!