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When Draco awoke the delicious sent of hot soup killed his nostrils. He blinked carefully trying to clear his vision.
"I'm glad
your up." Said Bill. Draco rolled out of
bed and stumbled toward the food.
"What time is it?"
"One am."
"ONE!" Draco shrieked. "I didn't mean to sleep that much, but I feel much better." Bill smiled as Draco attacked his soup, there was also chicken, much to the blondes delight.
"So what brings you here?" Bill asked casually.
"I'm waiting for my Aunt, she's gonna pick me up the morning, we're going somewhere."
"Where?" said the weasly.
"Dunno, it's safe though." Draco managed to say between mouthfuls of food. Bill looked up startled.
"Oreo's your aunt right?"
"More my….I think cousin once removed, but yeah."
"I think I know where she's taking you."
Draco nodded, he didn't care to much, maybe he would after he ate, but a question popped into his mind. "Why aren't you with the other Weaslys? They all hate Potter now right?"
Bill scowled, Draco had never seen him look so malevolent. "Mum lost her mind. I'm sure she did. But any how. Her kids constantly getting in danger finally got to her, she needed someone to blame, so she chose Harry.
"Ron's always looked up to her, Fred and George are far more in dependent, but they went anyway, they wouldn't deal with being cast out. Charlie, he doesn't care much about Harry. He wanted to be with the family. I didn't I realize now Mum has always been scared, she's a fool, my father's a weakling. I'm cast out from that family forever, I disowned myself. It's not right to blame Harry."
Draco looked truly shocked. "You're not a Weasly."
"In name only."
"Much as I dislike Potter, he must be going insane."
"He's upset, but he's more angry then hurt. He was starting to realize Ron was a very, very jealous person."
"Bill I you don't mind I'm going back to sleep." Draco said stifling a yawn.
"Of course!" said Bill. "I'll keep a look out for your aunt."
"Are you coming with us?" asked the blonde as he crawled under the covers.
"I think I will," Bill said in his deep, soft voice. He added hastily, "If you don't mind."
Draco's voice was muffled with sleep. "Not at all! I like you, your nice. Oreo will like you as well."
"Sleep well Draco."
"Night." Draco whispered before slipping into sleep.
12 Grimmuald Place, midnight.
"Whatcha wanna do?" Hermione said. All three teens were lounging on Harry's bed, all very bored. They had been on the third floor watching a movie. Hermione and Harry insisted they buy a TV, they had also rented a multitude of videos. When there were loud banging sounds coming from Sirius and Remus' bed room and very loud moans. All of them were willing to ignore this, when they heard,
"Oh Padfoot, Yes! Yes! Don't stop, you make me wanna tie you up and do… Very naughty things to you,"
There had been a silent agreement between the three, Hermonie switched of the TV, and together they dashed up stairs. Once safely inside the room at the very end of the hallway, which happened to be Harry's all had been very disturbed. Now they were bored.
"Let's play truth or dare!" Torri suggested.
"With three people?" said Harry dryly.
"Tag?" Torri offered. Harry just gave her a sarcastic look, which Hermione had affectionately named 'the look'. "Why don't we go to sleep?"
"I'm not tired." Said Hermonie. Harry sighed.
"Why don't we just talk?" He suggested.
"Bout' what?" said Torri.
"Life." Said Harry. "But I want to know something. You know how some French people have this look?"
Torri light up. "I know exactly! Those really big eyes, and the way their lips are!"
"And their so quiet!" Moaned Harry, "They drive me insane!"
Torri looked thoughtful, "But a hot guy with a French accent could call me any day!" Hermonie giggled in agreement. "Tell me about Voldemort."
The mirth vanished form Harry and Hermione. "Why?" Harry asked, tightly.
"I don't know what he's done, tell me about Sirius, and Remus. I feel like I know nothing! I know everyone's scared of Voldemort, I don't mean to be ignorant, I was raised in….respect and fear of him, but I don't understand why…not really anyway."
"What do you mean in Fear and Respect?" Hermione asked suspiciously.
"Look I'm not a death eater or anything, I don't have the dark mark and I don't plan to have one, but…I suppose we are going to be good friends. So I figure I might as well tell you about myself, I don't really like keeping secrets, and you'll find out anyway, it's better you know earlier."
"Go on," Harry encouraged. "we've dealt with a lot, I doubt you could surprise us to badly."
"My dad's a death eater," Torri began, "not by choice of course," she hastily added. "I'm part of a very powerful Irish wizard family."
Harry looked at her. She did look slightly Irish, with her long Dark reddish brown curls, and bright reddish brown eyes, exquisite eyes, Harry realized. Her skin was as pale and smooth as milk, her face was delicate, with classically beautiful features, she wasn't exactly, hot. She was beautiful. Physically she was slim, not skinny. She obviously worked hard to be slender.
"When we moved to England, I was very young, don't even remember Ireland. When Voldemort learned of us, most of my family's still in Ireland. My dad wouldn't dare send me back, he hates those relatives of mine, I think they don't like him because my mother was American. They would probably like me, but not enough to protect me from Voldemort like my dad did. We were a small happy family for a few years, when I was five, Voldemort killed my mom. He threatened to kill me if Daddy didn't join him. So my dad did. Whenever he went away, or was recovering, I went to Remus' house."
Hermione and Harry looked a little shocked, but not really.
"Thank you for trusting us, I'm sorry about your mother," Harry said softly. "I lost my mother too, in fact I lost both of my parents."
"Tell me about it," Torri said softly.
"My parents were great wizards, In school their best friends were Sirius, Remus, and a man named Peter Pettigrew, you know him I assume?"
Torri nodded. "He gets the crucio curse often, he's a bumbling idiot."
Harry's expression changed form sorrowful, to evil pleasure. "Good he deserves it, I'll explain. They were a tight knit group, and they were powerful, cept for Peter, So naturally they attracted Voldemort's attention. My parent's went in hiding under the fideulus charm, Sirius was their secret keeper. But one night he switched to Peter, it was a bluff you see, Voldemort would never suspect pathetic, puny, Peter. But Peter was Voldemort's spy. Voldemort killed my dad, then my mum, but before she cast a spell on me, a powerful protective charm, and I lived, all I suffered was a Scar. And my horrible aunt and uncle."
"I'm sorry," Torri said softly. "I suppose I am ignorant, it's horrible that your parent's had to suffer like that, and Remus and Sirius as well. And of course you to, Harry. Peter will get what's coming to him, I assure you."
"Thanks Torri," whispered Harry.
Hermonie started to explain their adventures form first year on, they talked through the night, and all fell asleep on Harry's huge bed.
The Leaky Cauldron
Draco awoke in the plush comfort of the soft bed. He moaned and rolled onto his side. The aroma of food roused his senses. He rolled out of bed, and landed on the floor with a dull thump. The covers were still wrapped around his mid section, once he was separated from the covers, he stood there dressed in his dark green boxers. On the chair he found clothes laid out for him. A pair of low rise black jeans and an icy blue button down shirt, almost the same shade as his eyes. But my eyes are so much more pretty. Draco thought.
He starred at himself in the mirror, his normally strait light blonde was messy form sleep. He noticed it was starting to catch a bit of a curl around his ears. I never knew my hair was curly.
He finally descended the stairs into the bar room, where currently they were serving breakfast. He spotted Bill, talking with Oreo. He walked quickly over to them and sat down right on Oreo.
"Draco!" Oreo cried, hugging him. "I missed you so much! I'm so glad your alright! Now get off!"
Draco laughed and settled himself in his own chair. He ate breakfast quickly while listening to Bill and Oreo talk. "Oreo?"
"Yes, darling?"
"You know about…Him right?"
Oreo growled. "Yes, I know all that Bill does. Darling don't worry I'll never let you go back to there as long as I live." Draco smiled at her. "We're going, now. I bought you some…stuff earlier this morning. I've already got your stuff in the car."
"Car?"
"Muggles drive in it. Remmie wanted a care, so I couldn't help but oblige. It's a two hour drive to where we're going."
"Oh, is Bill coming?"
Oreo laughed, "Yes of course. We'll leave as soon as you want to."
"I'd like to go now." Draco said softly. Oreo smiled sadly at him, once they were up, she embraced him tightly. She took him to the car and settled him in while Bill paid their bill. "Wow!" Draco exclaimed. The car, as Oreo had explained was called a jeep. Draco liked the look of it actually. The back was enchanted to look like a limo whenever anyone said, 'limo'. Draco's trunk was back there, along with multiple bags form Diagon alley.
Oreo closed the window so she and Bill could talk in private, and so Draco could put multiple creams and lotions on his cuts. Draco after a few minutes looked around the car a little more and found a book called interview with the vampire. Draco had kept it secret, but he was really into Vampires, and witches, and even werewolves. He began to read, and quickly became engrossed with the book.
"Draco we'll be there in a few minutes," said Oreo, Draco sifted through his trunk and pulled out a big grey sweater, with a tight waist band. He pulled on the sweater and shoved the book in his trunk, along with the bags form Diagon Alley. Oreo again helped him out of the car.
It was thundering, and the rain was pouring. Draco pulled up his hood and shivered violently. It was freezing out. Draco followed Bill as the red head walked past numerous, slightly upsettingly quiet houses. In front of Bill popped up a huge house. He knocked on the door, and loud, horrible wailing interrupted from the house. Draco stood his ground, but wanted to run back into the car. Already he hated this house.
A/N: French people please take no offense! Um sorry it ended so abruptly, I really wanted to go to bed…sorry. Next chapter will be up soon, so please review!