A/N: Hi, I reworked this chapter and am starting on the next chapter now. This will be slash and nothing is going to change my mind. I know next to nothing about summer camps except what I saw in a few movies, so if anyone has any suggestions on what the camp should be like just send them my way. My E-mail is on my bio page. I will try and finish this as it is an interesting plot. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I had writing it. And what Draco did will become clear later on. There will be OotP spoilers. Slightly AU as Lucius never went to Azkaban. He escaped before the Aurors got there. Simply because I need him for this story. All spelling errors are my own fault as I don't have a Beta so please forgive any you might find.
Disclaimer: I own no recognizable characters, I just shamelessly use them and give them back when I'm done. They belong to the mighty goddess J.K. Rowling.
'Blah' thoughts
Chapter One
Harry looked at his Uncle in shock did he just say summer camp. His Uncle was getting so desperate to get him out of the house that he was actually going to pay for him to go away.
"No, Uncle Vernon, I don't want to go to summer camp," Harry said venomously.
"Does it look like I care? You're going whether you like it or not." Uncle Vernon sneered. He was sure the neighbors were beginning to suspect that some thing was amiss. He couldn't tell them that Harry went to St. Brutuses School for the Incurably Criminal Boys or they would think that Petunia and he didn't know how to raise a child proper. Sure it worked well for Aunt Marge, she hated Harry as much as they did. Also, he saw the woman who watches Harry look at the boy as if to see if he were still alive and well. That was not good, not good at all. "I won't have a w . . . wi . . . one of your kind," he spat out, "under my roof any longer. No more." He didn't care if he had to shell out hundreds of dollars to get rid of the boy, he was going to get him out of the house for the summer. Aunt Marge was coming to spend the summer and he didn't want her to be blown up again like the last time she had visited.
"As your punishment Draco, I am sending you to a muggle summer camp."
"WHAT?!" Screamed Draco in shock "You can't be serious Father."
"Oh, but I am. Nothing else has worked though, my beating you even stopped working. You will go to the muggle summer camp and that is that. You won't have your wand or your broom." 'Let's see if he disobeys me again,' thought Lucius angrily.
"How am I supposed to practice for Quidditch if I don't have my broom?" Draco interrupted his father.
"You should have thought of that before you did what you did. You'll have to live like a muggle for three months." Lucius calmly stated. He then added a cruel, "Have Fun, Draco."
"Harry come down here, NOW!" Shouted Uncle Vernon.
"I'm coming. How are my things getting to Hog . . . to school?" Harry corrected himself quickly. If he had actually said Hogwarts his uncle would have flipped out more than he already was. "And how am I supposed to get my school supplies."
"Camp will be over on August 23, you can stay here till it is time to go to school and we'll take you into London and drop you off to get your stuff." At saying this Uncle Vernon shivered, actually taking his nephew into London to get his stuff was a scary thought.
'Leave me more like,' Harry thought gloweringly.
"Well come on now I want you out of my house as soon as possible. And don't let the neighbors see you."
Harry walked down the steps carrying his bag of cloths. Aunt Petunia actually took him to get some clothes of his own that fit so the camp counselors wouldn't suspect anything was amiss. They walked out the door got in the van, and then they were off.
"Draco hurry up. I want to leave you know we have to travel like muggles."
Draco heard his father but he didn't want to leave his room, much less go out and be in front of other people. He felt ridiculous. How many people walked around in clothes with peoples names on them? He would be laughed out of camp. His mother had gotten a catalog from Merlin knows where and ordered clothing for him. 'At least no one from school would see me.'
"NOW DRACO I'M NOT TELLING YOU AGAIN!" Screamed Lucius.
"All-right Father, I'm coming," he yelled down. Then he bent down and scooped up his duffel bag and walked downstairs. He and his father walked out of the house.
The first thing Draco saw was a long, shiny, black limousine, the engine was well-tuned purring like a cat. Suddenly a man climbed out of the front of the limo and opened the door to allow Draco and his father entrance.
"Well come along, Draco." Draco let his father get in first then closed the door. As soon as the door was shut, the driver hit the gas and they were off.
TBC
Disclaimer: I own no recognizable characters, I just shamelessly use them and give them back when I'm done. They belong to the mighty goddess J.K. Rowling.
'Blah' thoughts
Chapter One
Harry looked at his Uncle in shock did he just say summer camp. His Uncle was getting so desperate to get him out of the house that he was actually going to pay for him to go away.
"No, Uncle Vernon, I don't want to go to summer camp," Harry said venomously.
"Does it look like I care? You're going whether you like it or not." Uncle Vernon sneered. He was sure the neighbors were beginning to suspect that some thing was amiss. He couldn't tell them that Harry went to St. Brutuses School for the Incurably Criminal Boys or they would think that Petunia and he didn't know how to raise a child proper. Sure it worked well for Aunt Marge, she hated Harry as much as they did. Also, he saw the woman who watches Harry look at the boy as if to see if he were still alive and well. That was not good, not good at all. "I won't have a w . . . wi . . . one of your kind," he spat out, "under my roof any longer. No more." He didn't care if he had to shell out hundreds of dollars to get rid of the boy, he was going to get him out of the house for the summer. Aunt Marge was coming to spend the summer and he didn't want her to be blown up again like the last time she had visited.
"As your punishment Draco, I am sending you to a muggle summer camp."
"WHAT?!" Screamed Draco in shock "You can't be serious Father."
"Oh, but I am. Nothing else has worked though, my beating you even stopped working. You will go to the muggle summer camp and that is that. You won't have your wand or your broom." 'Let's see if he disobeys me again,' thought Lucius angrily.
"How am I supposed to practice for Quidditch if I don't have my broom?" Draco interrupted his father.
"You should have thought of that before you did what you did. You'll have to live like a muggle for three months." Lucius calmly stated. He then added a cruel, "Have Fun, Draco."
"Harry come down here, NOW!" Shouted Uncle Vernon.
"I'm coming. How are my things getting to Hog . . . to school?" Harry corrected himself quickly. If he had actually said Hogwarts his uncle would have flipped out more than he already was. "And how am I supposed to get my school supplies."
"Camp will be over on August 23, you can stay here till it is time to go to school and we'll take you into London and drop you off to get your stuff." At saying this Uncle Vernon shivered, actually taking his nephew into London to get his stuff was a scary thought.
'Leave me more like,' Harry thought gloweringly.
"Well come on now I want you out of my house as soon as possible. And don't let the neighbors see you."
Harry walked down the steps carrying his bag of cloths. Aunt Petunia actually took him to get some clothes of his own that fit so the camp counselors wouldn't suspect anything was amiss. They walked out the door got in the van, and then they were off.
"Draco hurry up. I want to leave you know we have to travel like muggles."
Draco heard his father but he didn't want to leave his room, much less go out and be in front of other people. He felt ridiculous. How many people walked around in clothes with peoples names on them? He would be laughed out of camp. His mother had gotten a catalog from Merlin knows where and ordered clothing for him. 'At least no one from school would see me.'
"NOW DRACO I'M NOT TELLING YOU AGAIN!" Screamed Lucius.
"All-right Father, I'm coming," he yelled down. Then he bent down and scooped up his duffel bag and walked downstairs. He and his father walked out of the house.
The first thing Draco saw was a long, shiny, black limousine, the engine was well-tuned purring like a cat. Suddenly a man climbed out of the front of the limo and opened the door to allow Draco and his father entrance.
"Well come along, Draco." Draco let his father get in first then closed the door. As soon as the door was shut, the driver hit the gas and they were off.
TBC