'Um.. I don't know what you mean. Let go of me' Harry started

'You know full well what I mean boy. I saw you and your mates standing round my car. Next thing I know you've gone and smashed my window!' the man dragged harry to his car and pointed. 'Or can't you remember'

'Oh yes. Sorry about that' Harry said quickly wanting to get away from the place, as his dad works in the shop the car was parked outside and was due to arrive any moment.

'Sorry! Sorry?' the man exploded. His blonde long hair fell over his face as he shook Harry. 'You boy are to tell me your name and give me a contact so I can get in touch with your parents'

'I don't have any' Harry said. With an after thought of 'why did I say that?'

'Hey! Hey. Un-hand my son now!' Harry's dad appeared on the scene. Pulling Harry away from the mans arm. Harry shrugged his shoulders trying to make his clothes feel comfortable on him.

'Your son. Why just a second ago I was told he had no parents' the man straightened up turning to face Harry's dad.

'Well he does and… What happened to this car? Is it yours?' Harry's dad enquired. 'Shit' thought Harry. He was in for it now.

'Yes as a matter of fact it is mine. But your son seemed to be wanting it when he smashed my window'

'What the. Harry is this true?' his dad asked with a trace of shame in his voice.

All Harry could do is hang his head in shame.

'I'm sorry sir, I'm deeply ashamed Harry. Would you like to come into the back of my shop and we shall discuss the punishment and payment then. Harry your coming too. I'm not letting you out of my sight'. Harry trudged along behind his dad and the man who owned the car. The man had long blonde hair and a certain image upon his face that Harry couldn't place, like he was different, somehow... As they entered the shop, which was a shop of old collectibles the bell above tinkled bringing Harry to look up, away from the floor and at his dad and the man who had come to a halt.

'I'm deeply sorry about Harry's behaviour, my name is James Potter and…'

'James Potter hey, did you used to go to Harrington-on-high secondary school?' the man asked in an urgent kind of voice.

'Yes, why how do you know...'

'I'm Lucius Malfoy, I used to be in your class, D3 was it, yes now I remember' Lucius' stern face gave a hint of a smile as if something funny had happened.

'Why it never is!' James exclaimed 'Good old Lucius hey, how've you been?' Harry sat down on a nearby chair and sighed quietly, as if his dad knew this man, they'd probably be here for hours, knowing his dad and his likes for a good conversation with people.

'Good good didn't expect to see you again, heard you moved away, to a different school and such, such a shame we meet again on these circumstances' Lucius shifted his eyes upon Harry. 'So this is your boy hey, got any more?'

'Yes, Harry's got a younger brother and baby sister' James replied 'but know to get onto business' James added, avoiding the subject of families. Harry knew it was because his mum had died and he didn't like talking about her, not even to Harry. She had died in a car crash, the weather had been snowy and the roads were icy and her car had slipped into the other side of the road, on the motorway.

'Well it would cost a lot, but if you want I could have the boy over at mine to do jobs and work off the debt and me and you can have a good old catch up' Lucius grinned.

'Are you sure? I mean…'

'Yes James I am sure. That's settled then. I'll see you tomorrow at say 4?'

'Well if you're sure then ok' James beamed happy to get away with the incident so easily. Lucius left the shop and Harry braved for the shouting of a lifetime that was about to come…

(Next day)

'It says it on here, 143 Appleheight Drive' James said pointing to the address Lucius had left with him.

'But…it's massive!' Harry gulped.

'I know, must be doing good for himself' James said stopping the car and getting out of it. Harry, following suit did the same and followed his dad up the gravel driveway.

Ding-Dong.

'Ah yes Mr and Mister Potter. I was told to let you in and tell you to go to the dinning room, but the young boy should go to the last door on the right, upstairs and clean the room' a butler said as he held the door open.

Harry looked at his dad and receiving the stern nod walked on and headed up the stairs slowly.

About three doors down Harry heard a noise coming from the room he was passing. Seeing that the door was ajar he pushed it open slightly to find a young boy.

Looking up at him.

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