Harry woke late on Sunday. He had been given Sundays off. He didn't know what to do with it. Harry thought about maybe going and visiting the Weasleys. He didn't know where they lived in relation to Godric's Hollow. Owling Ron and asking him would ruin a surprise visit from him. He knew that they lived near Ottery St. Catchpole, but not being too keen on muggle geography, he had know idea where that was. Seeing that it was ten in the morning and the library didn't open until twelve-thirty on Sundays, he had two hours before he had to leave. He could always go and ask Kevin, but he didn't really want to go anywhere just yet. Harry crossed the room to the bookshelf and skimmed the titles. A particular book caught his eye. Magical Decorating for Dummies, 'sounds interesting' he thought. He pulled the book off of the shelf and looked over the table of contents. The first chapter was entitled Finding or Building Yourself a House. Harry grinned, thinking that the tent was going to be moved a bit, as he had already found the perfect place to build. If he could find out who the land belonged to.
"Hey Draco, how'd you like to build a house?" Harry asked loudly, to be heard through Draco's closed door.
The door creaked loudly as it opened. "A house?" Draco asked bleary eyed, his blonde hair a mess from sleeping.
"You know—a place to live in. Permanently."
Draco woke up a bit. "Where?"
Harry grinned. "Here." Draco raised his eyebrows and ran his fingers through his hair. It was shoulder length when it wasn't slicked back. "How are we going to build this house?"
Harry looked up from the book. "I'm not sure on that part yet." Harry paused, "I'm going to build me a house so I will have a place to stay. I never want to be caught without a home." The dark haired boy finished fiercely.
Draco would have laughed, but he knew exactly what the other boy was feeling, it was the same thing he had been feeling a few days ago when his father had kicked him out. "I know what you mean. I don't think I've told you this before, but thank you for giving me a home when I needed it the most."
"No problem, I would have gotten pretty bored here all by myself. Here," Harry said holding out the book to Draco, "Why don't you look at this. It says how you would go about building a house by magic. The only problem is that it takes ten people."
Draco glanced down at the place Harry had lit up with his wand. The words were glowing a sort gold. Draco read the next part and highlighted it with his wand. He passed the book back to Harry. "Look at the part I highlighted."
Harry did so and nodded. "Twelve people is recommended." He read aloud. "Where are we going to find twelve other people."
Draco laughed. "Ten, as there are two of us."
Harry's smile brightened, now they only had to find ten people! "I suppose that we could ask Kevin and Cat to help."
Draco made a grunt that was interpreted as 'Who?' "The grocer and his wife. They knew my parents, so I suppose they would be willing to help."
"Yeah, Severus might be able to help." Harry looked at Draco like he had gone crazy. Then he remembered how Snape had acted when he had found out about Harry's back. Harry never thought that Snape could be nice to someone who wasn't in his house, and a Gryffindor at that. (A/N: Snape got really angry because as a child he was abused. I never mentioned that because the plot bunnies only just told me now.) Harry could tell that he was really angry too. He hadn't know why Snape had gotten so angry, put he didn't want to find out, as it would be sure to make Snape irritable for a few days.
"Are you sure about that? He might try to make us go back to our homes."
"No way in hell am I going back to that—that house." Draco spit the last word out bitterly. "I'm not even sending mail to there."
Harry furrowed his brow in thought. "Then how are you going to get your things back?"
Draco opened his mouth to answer the question, but was interrupted by someone knocking on his front door. Harry motioned for Draco to go to his room in case it was one of the Weasleys. Harry opened the door and was met by a parks officer. He had a quite distinguished brown mustache that was lined with bits of silver.
"'Scuse me sir, don't you know that it illegal to camp on private property?"
Harry was quite worried. This is going to be a definite impediment to our building plans. "Erm... No sir. Had absolutely no idea."
"I'm sorry but you are still going to have to pay a fine."
Harry paled. "Fine?"
"Yes. Only £300."
Harry's face got even paler. The officer seeing this, smiled inwardly. 'The boy probably didn't even have £2 to his own name.' "I've already got the from all written out, all it needs is your name."
Harry sighed. "Harry Potter."
At hearing his last name the officer appeared disappointed. "Potter?"
"Yes."
"Would you be the son of a certain James Potter?"
"Yes, my father's name was James."
The officer appeared quite disappointed. "Then it's quite okay for you to be camping out here. After all, you have part ownership of the wood."
"I do?"
"Yes. These woods were bought from the queen by a R. Lupin, P. Pettigrew, S. Black, and a J. Potter some time ago. Because P. Pettigrew, J. Potter, and S. Black died, you own three fourths of the wood."
"How?"
"J. Potter left his section to his son, S. Black left it to his god- son, P. Pettigrew had no heir. To my belief, neither does R. Lupin. On his demise you get his section, unless he appoints a heir other than you."
"Oh." Harry stood there for a moment contemplating it.
The officer bid him good day and left, trudging through the woods with a slump to his shoulders indicating he was disappointed. Harry went and sat on the couch for a moment. His thoughts were interrupted by Draco coming out, holding an Extendable Ear.
"So the wood is yours then?"
"Not completely. A certain werewolf friend of mine owns a quarter of it. Technically P. Pettigrew isn't dead, so I only own half of it. Why don't we think about building for the next week and we figure out ten people to help us with this. I think that we could start building next Sunday"
"Okay then." Draco said absent mindedly, reading the first chapter of the book.
Harry glanced at the clock and decided that he had time to finish the book on Hogwarts professors before he had to leave to go to the library.
A/N: I'm sorry it was a short chapter! I'll try to make the visit with the Weasleys extra long to make up for it. Gasp! Did I just reveal what the next chapter is about? I did! I am finally going to take the time to answer my lovely reviewers.
LuthienGranger2004: I'm glad you think that it's interesting. Did you ever read the chapters after one? I'm sure that you will find those interesting also.
Cali Vianya: I kept writing, would you keep reviewing?
KittenRebecca: Thanks for the web sites. I was going by the amounts on Fantastic Beasts and may have miscalculated. I'm going to check the amounts in the books with the sites just in case something is wrong.
Kay: Thanks for pointing out my error. I haven't had a chance to fix it as the floppy disc that I save my stories on has gone missing. My dad has a tendency to go through the computer and delete all files that haven't been touched in a few days. I learned to password protect my things and make use of floppy discs.
Lady Lily3: Thank you for reviewing. Your reviews make up about half of my total reviews for this story. I think that Severus will tell Harry the truth when he comes and checks up on him with Dumbledore the next Sunday. Which will be quite interesting as there will be a crowd there. I think in erm...two or three chapters Harry will find out about his parentage. IF things go according to the plan that I've got in my head, but that changes a lot when I can't get to sleep.
"Hey Draco, how'd you like to build a house?" Harry asked loudly, to be heard through Draco's closed door.
The door creaked loudly as it opened. "A house?" Draco asked bleary eyed, his blonde hair a mess from sleeping.
"You know—a place to live in. Permanently."
Draco woke up a bit. "Where?"
Harry grinned. "Here." Draco raised his eyebrows and ran his fingers through his hair. It was shoulder length when it wasn't slicked back. "How are we going to build this house?"
Harry looked up from the book. "I'm not sure on that part yet." Harry paused, "I'm going to build me a house so I will have a place to stay. I never want to be caught without a home." The dark haired boy finished fiercely.
Draco would have laughed, but he knew exactly what the other boy was feeling, it was the same thing he had been feeling a few days ago when his father had kicked him out. "I know what you mean. I don't think I've told you this before, but thank you for giving me a home when I needed it the most."
"No problem, I would have gotten pretty bored here all by myself. Here," Harry said holding out the book to Draco, "Why don't you look at this. It says how you would go about building a house by magic. The only problem is that it takes ten people."
Draco glanced down at the place Harry had lit up with his wand. The words were glowing a sort gold. Draco read the next part and highlighted it with his wand. He passed the book back to Harry. "Look at the part I highlighted."
Harry did so and nodded. "Twelve people is recommended." He read aloud. "Where are we going to find twelve other people."
Draco laughed. "Ten, as there are two of us."
Harry's smile brightened, now they only had to find ten people! "I suppose that we could ask Kevin and Cat to help."
Draco made a grunt that was interpreted as 'Who?' "The grocer and his wife. They knew my parents, so I suppose they would be willing to help."
"Yeah, Severus might be able to help." Harry looked at Draco like he had gone crazy. Then he remembered how Snape had acted when he had found out about Harry's back. Harry never thought that Snape could be nice to someone who wasn't in his house, and a Gryffindor at that. (A/N: Snape got really angry because as a child he was abused. I never mentioned that because the plot bunnies only just told me now.) Harry could tell that he was really angry too. He hadn't know why Snape had gotten so angry, put he didn't want to find out, as it would be sure to make Snape irritable for a few days.
"Are you sure about that? He might try to make us go back to our homes."
"No way in hell am I going back to that—that house." Draco spit the last word out bitterly. "I'm not even sending mail to there."
Harry furrowed his brow in thought. "Then how are you going to get your things back?"
Draco opened his mouth to answer the question, but was interrupted by someone knocking on his front door. Harry motioned for Draco to go to his room in case it was one of the Weasleys. Harry opened the door and was met by a parks officer. He had a quite distinguished brown mustache that was lined with bits of silver.
"'Scuse me sir, don't you know that it illegal to camp on private property?"
Harry was quite worried. This is going to be a definite impediment to our building plans. "Erm... No sir. Had absolutely no idea."
"I'm sorry but you are still going to have to pay a fine."
Harry paled. "Fine?"
"Yes. Only £300."
Harry's face got even paler. The officer seeing this, smiled inwardly. 'The boy probably didn't even have £2 to his own name.' "I've already got the from all written out, all it needs is your name."
Harry sighed. "Harry Potter."
At hearing his last name the officer appeared disappointed. "Potter?"
"Yes."
"Would you be the son of a certain James Potter?"
"Yes, my father's name was James."
The officer appeared quite disappointed. "Then it's quite okay for you to be camping out here. After all, you have part ownership of the wood."
"I do?"
"Yes. These woods were bought from the queen by a R. Lupin, P. Pettigrew, S. Black, and a J. Potter some time ago. Because P. Pettigrew, J. Potter, and S. Black died, you own three fourths of the wood."
"How?"
"J. Potter left his section to his son, S. Black left it to his god- son, P. Pettigrew had no heir. To my belief, neither does R. Lupin. On his demise you get his section, unless he appoints a heir other than you."
"Oh." Harry stood there for a moment contemplating it.
The officer bid him good day and left, trudging through the woods with a slump to his shoulders indicating he was disappointed. Harry went and sat on the couch for a moment. His thoughts were interrupted by Draco coming out, holding an Extendable Ear.
"So the wood is yours then?"
"Not completely. A certain werewolf friend of mine owns a quarter of it. Technically P. Pettigrew isn't dead, so I only own half of it. Why don't we think about building for the next week and we figure out ten people to help us with this. I think that we could start building next Sunday"
"Okay then." Draco said absent mindedly, reading the first chapter of the book.
Harry glanced at the clock and decided that he had time to finish the book on Hogwarts professors before he had to leave to go to the library.
A/N: I'm sorry it was a short chapter! I'll try to make the visit with the Weasleys extra long to make up for it. Gasp! Did I just reveal what the next chapter is about? I did! I am finally going to take the time to answer my lovely reviewers.
LuthienGranger2004: I'm glad you think that it's interesting. Did you ever read the chapters after one? I'm sure that you will find those interesting also.
Cali Vianya: I kept writing, would you keep reviewing?
KittenRebecca: Thanks for the web sites. I was going by the amounts on Fantastic Beasts and may have miscalculated. I'm going to check the amounts in the books with the sites just in case something is wrong.
Kay: Thanks for pointing out my error. I haven't had a chance to fix it as the floppy disc that I save my stories on has gone missing. My dad has a tendency to go through the computer and delete all files that haven't been touched in a few days. I learned to password protect my things and make use of floppy discs.
Lady Lily3: Thank you for reviewing. Your reviews make up about half of my total reviews for this story. I think that Severus will tell Harry the truth when he comes and checks up on him with Dumbledore the next Sunday. Which will be quite interesting as there will be a crowd there. I think in erm...two or three chapters Harry will find out about his parentage. IF things go according to the plan that I've got in my head, but that changes a lot when I can't get to sleep.