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Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... By the way the chapters go Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry, Draco, and Harry ..yeah I think you get it.
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 2!!
Harry had not been looking forward to going back home to the Dursley's, not after what had just happened. He had been silent all the way home - his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley, not even glancing at him after what they had just witnessed. Most of The Order of the Phoenix had stalked up to Harry's relatives and threatened them, telling them that they were not to give him a hard time.
Harry was grateful that the Dursley's were ignoring him; he didn't really feel like talking, yelling or being stubborn and sarcastic to any of them at the moment. His heart was still heavy after the loss of his best friend and godfather, Sirius black, and he felt as though if he so much as opened his mouth to breath he would burst into tears.
When his Uncle's car finally pulled up in the driveway, he quickly jumped out, taking his Hogwarts things with him and headed for the door. As soon as his Aunt had unlocked it he carried his things up the stairs and headed for his room, where he tossed his things on the floor and flopped onto his bed.
Harry lay starring at the ceiling thinking about Sirius for what felt like an eternity. Hedwig was becoming restless in her cage, so Harry opened up his window and let her out for a fly. He watched her flying away until she was just a spec, and then continued to watch until he could no longer see any trace of her. His stomach was longing to be feed but Harry didn't think he had the strength to walk down the stairs in search of something to eat.
Deciding that he had nothing better to do, he took of his glasses and lay back down on his bed. After only a few minutes he was fast asleep.
Harry woke up to find the sky dark and the sun a dull orange, one look at his watch told him it was five o'clock in the morning.
He sat up slowly from his bed and placed his glasses back on. His stomach let out a long vicious growl, and deciding that he couldn't ignore it any longer, he stood up and tip toed gently down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Of course Harry hadn't expected to see any food waiting for him, but he knew there was always left-overs in the fridge. When he found some left over ham he got out some bread and some cheese and made himself a cheese and ham sandwich.
After he'd made it he sat down at the table and started to eat. Harry felt, if possible, more miserable than he had yesterday. He suddenly felt himself longing to be back at number twelve Grimmauld Place with the whole of The Order of the Phoenix. He knew that Sirius wouldn't be there and it probably wouldn't have been the same without him, but he would have preferred to be there with Remus, Dumbledore, Tonks and even Mad-Eye Moody, than be here with the Dursley's all alone - cut off, once again, from the wizarding world.
Harry took another bite into his sandwich thinking about Ron and Hermione, at least they weren't cut off like he was, and at least they still knew everything that was happening. He hated being alone like this, not knowing anything and having no one to talk too.
He pushed his plate away, abandoning his only half eaten sandwich - suddenly realizing that he didn't feel so hungry any more. He didn't go back up to his room however, he remained sitting at the dining table, staring at the fireplace, hoping against hope that Ron would suddenly appear in it and tell him that he was going to stay with them at the burrow, or better still that Sirius' head might appear telling him that he was alright and to come and stay with him at Grimmauld Place. But no one came.
Harry continued starring at the fire place until the kitchen lit up with the morning sun and movement could be heard upstairs. Not wanting to be anywhere near the Dursley's when they came down stairs, Harry grabbed the rest of his sandwich and went outside to sit in the garden where he could be alone, once again, to his own thoughts.
He sat there for most of the morning, undisturbed, but by lunch the morning sun had disappeared to be replaced with black clouds. Harry remained outside however and merely moved under the shelter of the Dursley's guttering when the rain began to fall.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... By the way the chapters go Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry, Draco, Harry, Draco, and Harry ..yeah I think you get it.
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 2!!
Harry had not been looking forward to going back home to the Dursley's, not after what had just happened. He had been silent all the way home - his Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley, not even glancing at him after what they had just witnessed. Most of The Order of the Phoenix had stalked up to Harry's relatives and threatened them, telling them that they were not to give him a hard time.
Harry was grateful that the Dursley's were ignoring him; he didn't really feel like talking, yelling or being stubborn and sarcastic to any of them at the moment. His heart was still heavy after the loss of his best friend and godfather, Sirius black, and he felt as though if he so much as opened his mouth to breath he would burst into tears.
When his Uncle's car finally pulled up in the driveway, he quickly jumped out, taking his Hogwarts things with him and headed for the door. As soon as his Aunt had unlocked it he carried his things up the stairs and headed for his room, where he tossed his things on the floor and flopped onto his bed.
Harry lay starring at the ceiling thinking about Sirius for what felt like an eternity. Hedwig was becoming restless in her cage, so Harry opened up his window and let her out for a fly. He watched her flying away until she was just a spec, and then continued to watch until he could no longer see any trace of her. His stomach was longing to be feed but Harry didn't think he had the strength to walk down the stairs in search of something to eat.
Deciding that he had nothing better to do, he took of his glasses and lay back down on his bed. After only a few minutes he was fast asleep.
Harry woke up to find the sky dark and the sun a dull orange, one look at his watch told him it was five o'clock in the morning.
He sat up slowly from his bed and placed his glasses back on. His stomach let out a long vicious growl, and deciding that he couldn't ignore it any longer, he stood up and tip toed gently down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Of course Harry hadn't expected to see any food waiting for him, but he knew there was always left-overs in the fridge. When he found some left over ham he got out some bread and some cheese and made himself a cheese and ham sandwich.
After he'd made it he sat down at the table and started to eat. Harry felt, if possible, more miserable than he had yesterday. He suddenly felt himself longing to be back at number twelve Grimmauld Place with the whole of The Order of the Phoenix. He knew that Sirius wouldn't be there and it probably wouldn't have been the same without him, but he would have preferred to be there with Remus, Dumbledore, Tonks and even Mad-Eye Moody, than be here with the Dursley's all alone - cut off, once again, from the wizarding world.
Harry took another bite into his sandwich thinking about Ron and Hermione, at least they weren't cut off like he was, and at least they still knew everything that was happening. He hated being alone like this, not knowing anything and having no one to talk too.
He pushed his plate away, abandoning his only half eaten sandwich - suddenly realizing that he didn't feel so hungry any more. He didn't go back up to his room however, he remained sitting at the dining table, staring at the fireplace, hoping against hope that Ron would suddenly appear in it and tell him that he was going to stay with them at the burrow, or better still that Sirius' head might appear telling him that he was alright and to come and stay with him at Grimmauld Place. But no one came.
Harry continued starring at the fire place until the kitchen lit up with the morning sun and movement could be heard upstairs. Not wanting to be anywhere near the Dursley's when they came down stairs, Harry grabbed the rest of his sandwich and went outside to sit in the garden where he could be alone, once again, to his own thoughts.
He sat there for most of the morning, undisturbed, but by lunch the morning sun had disappeared to be replaced with black clouds. Harry remained outside however and merely moved under the shelter of the Dursley's guttering when the rain began to fall.