CHAPTER 2: The Sides Divide

Harry

Harry paused before looking out the window into the garden with the beautiful lake and stone gazebo again. "It'll only make me think more about how I would be living with my parents now." He trailed off thinking aloud.
"What were you saying Potty? Were you talking to yourself?" Malfoy asked as he rounded the corner.
"Unless you've found something, I'd suggest you bug off before I get any ideas. You DO know we're basically still in school except no one can get us in trouble for magic." Harry had expected Malfoy's eyes to go wide or him to freak out or something but he just stood there coolly. They were in their sixth year and not only had they learned many curses, jinxes and charms but Harry decided that Malfoy must also know many counters
"As a matter of fact I did find something out," Malfoy replied, and then added, "retard."
"What?" Harry asked, ignoring the comment. He found out that he hadn't needed to say this since Malfoy had already begun to talk.
"Well, the coast is clear." "THAT'S IT!?" Harry stormed, unconvinced that Malfoy could've spent THAT long just checking the house for people. Then again, it was a big house.
Malfoy glared at him then said, "Follow me."

Harry obeyed and trailed behind Malfoy as he swept though the house like he owned it. "Well, scratch that," Harry thought, "He pretty much does. He lives here anyways." He looked at the paintings that were displayed beautifully along the walls. They must've been old descendents or something because several of them had the same white-blond hair as Malfoy and his father. As Harry was thinking about this he realized that Malfoy's hair was very nice. It was always laid down and perfect. Recently, he had gotten into the habit of letting it all fall down so some of it fell over his blue- gray eyes and the rest framed his face.

"POTTER!" Malfoy yelled at him. Harry snapped back into focus then realized he been daydreaming.about Malfoy. "What is it?" Harry snapped back. "We're here. And since I doubt you're very good at potions, I'll make it. So.DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!"

Harry was quite shocked by Malfoy's attitude and didn't touch anything, especially since he remembered what store Mr. Malfoy shopped at occasionally and that gruesome hand that was in it during his second year. Plus, he had no idea what kind of things someone could've made in four years.

"Wait." Harry started, "Didn't Professor Dumbledore say that Professor Snape had already made the potion?" "No.He said that-" Malfoy turned around, "You can sit down in that chair you know." "He didn't say that!" "Dumbass. He said that Professor Snape invented it." "But.if we can make it- I mean you," Harry added quickly when he say Malfoy giving him the death stare, "then couldn't other people. Like, your father- "I HATE LUCIOUS!! I hate him! I wish we weren't even related!" Malfoy's eyes burned with a furious anger. "Uhh.umm.well Voldemort could too- "You say his name aloud too?" Malfoy interrupted again. "What I'm TRYING to say is that couldn't others make this potion too? If they got their hands on it?" Malfoy thought for a moment. "Well, I guess that's why Dumbledore made us swear." Harry decided it was true.but he couldn't help thinking.what WOULD happen if someone found it. And what if that someone was Lucious. Who would he chose? Then it came to him. Malfoy was picked for HIS safety too. So Malfoy wouldn't get caught by Lucious and the Death Eaters .Harry would.

(A/N: Sorry for not updating in a long time! R & R!