Chapter 2
A visitor for Harry
It had been a month into the summer holidays and Dudley had found out about the fate Harry's godfather Sirius had endured. This Dudley took great advantage of.
"Aww poor peep squeak, no more family." Or, "Maybe you should go back to that freak school of yours, get your self killed so you can join your dear old parents and that escapee of a godfather!" Dudley had grown twice the size he last saw him the summer before, the summer he was attacked by Dementors a certain High Inquisitor had set on him.
How Dudley had found out about Sirius was beyond him, but he never questioned it. His mind was on more important things, like Voldemort. The Ministry of Magic now believed him about the night he saw Voldemort rise again, the very same night he saw the curse 'Avarda Kedavra' performed on a human. A friend that had helped him figure out the answer to the second task at the Triwizard Tournament. The same night he bought Cedric Diggory's body back to his parents, the day he became an enemy to the Ministry and to many people who would have rather preferred to think that the Dark Lord was still dead and could never return.
Hedwig had a busy summer also, back and fourth between The Burrow and south Africa. Ron had given Harry good news about what was to happen for the rest of the summer holidays, he was to stay at the Burrow as soon as Charlie had returned to Romania, which would be in a weeks time.
Hermione was on holiday in South Africa with her parents, in her many letters she told Harry about all the giraffes and hippopotamuses she had encountered more than once (this Ron was very interested in). The Order of the Phoenix was still going, now that more people believed that Voldemort was back, the Order was getting bigger.
Harry also had another pen pal over the holidays, Neville. Ever since seeing Neville in St Mungos, he had felt sorry for him, plus after him helping Harry, Hermione, Ron, Ginny and Luna in the department of Mysteries at the Ministry, they had become great friends. Neville was also going to stay at The Burrow along with Hermione and Seamus Finnigan.
One night, there was a knock on Harry's bedroom door, it was Uncle Vernon. This was strange because Uncle Vernon usually walked in without the slightest warning and it was usually to shout at Harry.
Looking up from his favorite book, Quidditch Through the ages, Harry felt his stomach turn, Uncle Vernon has never looked at him the way he did now (he looked like he was looking at his son Dudley).
"You have a guest Harry...Hurry he wants to see you now...he appeared out of nowhere...Hurry Harry!"
With that he walked out of the room. Harry looked at him, confused. Who was there he wondered aloud.
He approached the stairs, listening for any recognition of his visitor voice. He heard nothing as he reached the bottom of the step.
He slowly walked across the hall and past the cupboard under the stairs, he tried to look around the door without being noticed but his visitor saw him.
"Ah, Mr. Potter, so nice to have your acquaintance...again!"
Harry looked up in astonishment.
"Mister Malfoy?"
Sorry its kinder short, but I decided to leave you on a cliffhanger again. SORRY, I will update as soon as I can, please, please, please review. Oh and for people out there who is going to tell me that Dragonfly is a terrible name and that Lucius Malfoy would never turn up at 4 Privit Drive can stop right now because its my fic and it's the way I am writing it!