(AN sorry about the long awaiting of this chapter ive been really busy and havent really gotten around to writing it, also this chapter is from where harry is and his point of view)
Harry watched as the black labrador lapped at the water inside a goldfish tank. Draco hadn't realised that Harry had been following him all along and had left the cave he had found unnattended. Harry had sneaked in and began rummaging through draco's items. He heard a thud, his head snapped up, he snatched the item that he was holding, threw on his invisibility cloak and waited. Though there was no noise, Harry decided that it was too dangerous to hang around there for too long and tiptoed out of the cave. From outside he watched Draco return with a ham for him and his dog. Harry turned his back on the scene. He'd need to find his own hiding place if he was going to watch him. He plonked himself down on the kurb and examined the object in his hands. A box… he turned it over and sighed. A locked box. "great lot of help you are." He muttered to the box. He stood up, walked to the cave and peered inside. Draco and his dog seemed to be having a good time.
Now there was just the small matter about where he would reside. He glanced across the street and saw a wall covered with graffiti. But no place that was fit for living in. It appeared Mr. Malfoy had taken the best location. Smartass. I could always ask to live with him… He thought. He looked at the scene in the cave. He knocked on the wall of the cave and threw off his cloak, leaving the box inside. Malfoys eyes widened, "Potter," he spat with pure venom in his voice. "What are you doing here." Harry wasn't surprised at his reaction. "I cant find anywhere to live on the streets, and I was wondering if I could possibly live with you?" He spoke calmly, hoping that it might work. "And why should I let you live with me?" He asked, Harry could hear the anger rising in his voice. "Because… I… Have something of yours which you might like back." Harry said, raising his eyebrows as if to prove a point. "and what might that be?" He asked, disbeleiving what Harry was sayying. "A certain, black, locked box." He replied. Draco's eyes widened. This did sound true, and if harry somehow opened the box which contained his most deep utmost private thoughts well… point is, he needed that box back. "alright." He grunted. "you can stay." Harry let out a breath of releif. "Thankyou!" "now can I have my box back?" asked malfoy. Harry chuckled. "Not yet mister malfoy. You'll get it when we leave." Draco glared. "and so how do I know that you really have it?" he asked slowly. Harry thought for a moment, and pulled the box out of the cloak. "There, now you know I have it, but your not going to take it because I will have an anti-dr.. malfoy spell on it. He almost slipped. The platinum haired teen glared at his aquantance.
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