Chapter two
The Countdown
Day 7
Harry still hadn't slept from the night before. His thoughts had always had an impact on him. His eyes were burning, his head was aching, and he hadn't eaten anything in three days. It was around eight in the morning when an owl came rapping at Harry's window. He wasn't sure whose owl it was at first, and then recognized Hermione's handwriting on the envelope. Harry opened the letter and read...
Dear Harry,
Only one week left until Hogwarts! I can't wait to finds out what we received on our O.W.L.'s. You must be incredibly impatient with learning our N.E.W.T.'s this year! Harry you haven't answered my last letters. Are you all right? I know you must be going through a terrible time. But I can assure you, everything will be alright. I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, what would you like for your birthday? Well, write be back, ok? Send Hedwig my love.
Hermione
Harry crumpled up the letter and threw it the wastebasket. Then Harry thought to himself, mocking Hermione, "I'm sorry you practically murdered your godfather, I have no idea what you're going through...what do you want for your birthday?" Harry knew exactly what he wanted, he wanted an "obliviate", and then he could no longer be the unfortunate boy with murdered parents and godfather. Then he could just live alone; Move to the States or something, and become a normal boy. But then, for some odd reason, he thought of Malfoy, and what he would say. "Oh you didn't hear? Scar head couldn't take the guilt anymore, went the easy way and obliviated himself, pathetic eh?" Harry wouldn't give Malfoy the satisfaction of winning. Harry decided from that moment on that Malfoy would pay for everything. From throwing Neville's remembrall their first year, to almost dueling with Harry last year. Malfoy was so rotten. "How can he look himself in the mirror? How can he be so power-hungry? How can he just let his father murder innocent people?" Harry kept pondering why Malfoy was such a prat, when Hedwig took Hermione's letter out of the trash. "What are you doing with that?" Harry asked her. Hedwig placed the letter on Harry's bed and nudged it towards him. "So you want me to write her back eh? Fine let's see how perfect I can make it sound."
Dear Hermione
Sorry about not writing back, the Dursley's and I went on a 3-day vacation to the camping grounds. They thought I would tear the place up if they left me. Don't worry about me either. What happened happened for a reason. I'd like an "obliviate" potion for my birthday, that way I would stop thinking about how much I want to kill myself everyday--
Harry stopped...he couldn't believe he actually wrote it.kill myself. Harry looked at the letter, then at Hedwig who, oddly enough, was staring at him. Then he erased what he wrote.
What would I like for my birthday huh? Well I would love to have my godfather back-
Harry stared again at what he wrote, and this time, he didn't erase it, but wiped his eyes, then wiped off the tear stains on his parchment, "Come on Harry tell the damn girl what you want!"
For my birthday? Well there's this brilliant book out called "Broom tricks for the Flyers in the Sky". It has pictures, and commentary. It should be great.
Harry
Harry sealed the letter grabbed Hedwig and threw her out of his window. "There, are you happy now!" He yelled after her. Then went to sit back on his bed. He was doomed, for sure. "Merlin why? Harry thought. I have to snap out of this! But...how?" Harry laid his head on his pillow, and closed his eyes, to see nothing but the face his godfather, smiling at him.
"Draco Hurry up!" Narcissa yelled from downstairs.
"I'm coming!" Draco answered.
Draco threw on him cloak and made his way for the door. He trotted down the stairs to find two very impatient adults. Narcissa was waiting by the fireplace, while Lucius was by the front door.
"Finally, must you always be late for everything?" She asked.
"Sorry mum, I was writing a letter." Draco mumbled.
"Diagon Alley!" shouted Narcissa without looking back at Draco.
"Come Draco, today is not the day to get under your mother's skin." Lucius said.
There they were in the busy streets of Diagon Alley. But the tone of this market place was a little different now. There weren't quite so many people and the streets weren't very bright either. This place was usually very happy. But things were different now. Everyone knew about Voldemorts' return. The streets weren't as safe anymore.
"Draco come with me, your mother will get your school things." Lucius said, while walking down an alley. Draco tried to catch his mothers' eye, but she walked straight ahead, without a last glance.
"What is it father?" Draco said. Barely above a whisper.
"Draco, now that the wizarding world knows about the Dark Lord, I want you to know about this place." Lucius ushered Draco into a building. The building was barley visible to the naked eye, but if you looked very closely, you could see a door at the very end on the street corner.
"What is this place father? Draco asked, his voice a littler stronger now.
"Draco, you know that I will do whatever I have to, to protect my family. The Dark Lord does not, however, do the same. Now, this is only a precaution, but you are about sixteen, you can take care of yourself----"
"What are you saying Father? Why are you telling me this? We've come across this path before, the Malfoys can handle anything!"
"Listen to me Draco, The situation is different now. Seventeen years ago, there weren't teenagers fighting fully traded Death-eaters. The manor will be raided, the rooms, the courtyards will all be burned to the ground. I'm showing you this place because you need to know that there's still a home where you will always be welcome. Only your mother and I know about it. The Dark Lord doesn't know it even exists."
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"But father, you know spells and potions that can kill hundreds of men in seconds. Why should we have anything to fear?" Draco pleaded.
"Draco you are absolutely right, but there's no harm in telling you where a safe place is, right?" Lucius was looking right into his son, the harsh tone he always had was gone. There was no superiority here, just a father, trying to look out for his son...his heir to the Malfoy name.
"Yes father, your right...You're the bravest man I know." Draco nodded his head, and they both went in to the tattered building, to find that looks can definitely be deceiving.
"Now, the door can only be opened by a Malfoy, it has three rooms, one bathroom, a living room, kitchen...you know, the works. There are, however, no house elves. That is apart of its secrecy. But you can handle yourself, if you need to." Lucius said while looking down on his son.
"I understand." Draco replied while eyeing the ceilings and walls. Which were done in a breath-taking deep green and silver.
"You can have a look around some other time, I told your mother we would meet her within the hour. Follow me." Lucius walked back outside with Draco right on his heels. He saw his mother, and realized suddenly how very brave she was.
Day 7
Harry still hadn't slept from the night before. His thoughts had always had an impact on him. His eyes were burning, his head was aching, and he hadn't eaten anything in three days. It was around eight in the morning when an owl came rapping at Harry's window. He wasn't sure whose owl it was at first, and then recognized Hermione's handwriting on the envelope. Harry opened the letter and read...
Dear Harry,
Only one week left until Hogwarts! I can't wait to finds out what we received on our O.W.L.'s. You must be incredibly impatient with learning our N.E.W.T.'s this year! Harry you haven't answered my last letters. Are you all right? I know you must be going through a terrible time. But I can assure you, everything will be alright. I'm going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, what would you like for your birthday? Well, write be back, ok? Send Hedwig my love.
Hermione
Harry crumpled up the letter and threw it the wastebasket. Then Harry thought to himself, mocking Hermione, "I'm sorry you practically murdered your godfather, I have no idea what you're going through...what do you want for your birthday?" Harry knew exactly what he wanted, he wanted an "obliviate", and then he could no longer be the unfortunate boy with murdered parents and godfather. Then he could just live alone; Move to the States or something, and become a normal boy. But then, for some odd reason, he thought of Malfoy, and what he would say. "Oh you didn't hear? Scar head couldn't take the guilt anymore, went the easy way and obliviated himself, pathetic eh?" Harry wouldn't give Malfoy the satisfaction of winning. Harry decided from that moment on that Malfoy would pay for everything. From throwing Neville's remembrall their first year, to almost dueling with Harry last year. Malfoy was so rotten. "How can he look himself in the mirror? How can he be so power-hungry? How can he just let his father murder innocent people?" Harry kept pondering why Malfoy was such a prat, when Hedwig took Hermione's letter out of the trash. "What are you doing with that?" Harry asked her. Hedwig placed the letter on Harry's bed and nudged it towards him. "So you want me to write her back eh? Fine let's see how perfect I can make it sound."
Dear Hermione
Sorry about not writing back, the Dursley's and I went on a 3-day vacation to the camping grounds. They thought I would tear the place up if they left me. Don't worry about me either. What happened happened for a reason. I'd like an "obliviate" potion for my birthday, that way I would stop thinking about how much I want to kill myself everyday--
Harry stopped...he couldn't believe he actually wrote it.kill myself. Harry looked at the letter, then at Hedwig who, oddly enough, was staring at him. Then he erased what he wrote.
What would I like for my birthday huh? Well I would love to have my godfather back-
Harry stared again at what he wrote, and this time, he didn't erase it, but wiped his eyes, then wiped off the tear stains on his parchment, "Come on Harry tell the damn girl what you want!"
For my birthday? Well there's this brilliant book out called "Broom tricks for the Flyers in the Sky". It has pictures, and commentary. It should be great.
Harry
Harry sealed the letter grabbed Hedwig and threw her out of his window. "There, are you happy now!" He yelled after her. Then went to sit back on his bed. He was doomed, for sure. "Merlin why? Harry thought. I have to snap out of this! But...how?" Harry laid his head on his pillow, and closed his eyes, to see nothing but the face his godfather, smiling at him.
"Draco Hurry up!" Narcissa yelled from downstairs.
"I'm coming!" Draco answered.
Draco threw on him cloak and made his way for the door. He trotted down the stairs to find two very impatient adults. Narcissa was waiting by the fireplace, while Lucius was by the front door.
"Finally, must you always be late for everything?" She asked.
"Sorry mum, I was writing a letter." Draco mumbled.
"Diagon Alley!" shouted Narcissa without looking back at Draco.
"Come Draco, today is not the day to get under your mother's skin." Lucius said.
There they were in the busy streets of Diagon Alley. But the tone of this market place was a little different now. There weren't quite so many people and the streets weren't very bright either. This place was usually very happy. But things were different now. Everyone knew about Voldemorts' return. The streets weren't as safe anymore.
"Draco come with me, your mother will get your school things." Lucius said, while walking down an alley. Draco tried to catch his mothers' eye, but she walked straight ahead, without a last glance.
"What is it father?" Draco said. Barely above a whisper.
"Draco, now that the wizarding world knows about the Dark Lord, I want you to know about this place." Lucius ushered Draco into a building. The building was barley visible to the naked eye, but if you looked very closely, you could see a door at the very end on the street corner.
"What is this place father? Draco asked, his voice a littler stronger now.
"Draco, you know that I will do whatever I have to, to protect my family. The Dark Lord does not, however, do the same. Now, this is only a precaution, but you are about sixteen, you can take care of yourself----"
"What are you saying Father? Why are you telling me this? We've come across this path before, the Malfoys can handle anything!"
"Listen to me Draco, The situation is different now. Seventeen years ago, there weren't teenagers fighting fully traded Death-eaters. The manor will be raided, the rooms, the courtyards will all be burned to the ground. I'm showing you this place because you need to know that there's still a home where you will always be welcome. Only your mother and I know about it. The Dark Lord doesn't know it even exists."
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"But father, you know spells and potions that can kill hundreds of men in seconds. Why should we have anything to fear?" Draco pleaded.
"Draco you are absolutely right, but there's no harm in telling you where a safe place is, right?" Lucius was looking right into his son, the harsh tone he always had was gone. There was no superiority here, just a father, trying to look out for his son...his heir to the Malfoy name.
"Yes father, your right...You're the bravest man I know." Draco nodded his head, and they both went in to the tattered building, to find that looks can definitely be deceiving.
"Now, the door can only be opened by a Malfoy, it has three rooms, one bathroom, a living room, kitchen...you know, the works. There are, however, no house elves. That is apart of its secrecy. But you can handle yourself, if you need to." Lucius said while looking down on his son.
"I understand." Draco replied while eyeing the ceilings and walls. Which were done in a breath-taking deep green and silver.
"You can have a look around some other time, I told your mother we would meet her within the hour. Follow me." Lucius walked back outside with Draco right on his heels. He saw his mother, and realized suddenly how very brave she was.