Here is chapter 2. Thanks again to Laura for all her speedy BETA'ring (i still wanna know if that is actually a word!)

Thanks to every one who reviewed the last chapter!

Maria- This will be slash, eventually...

Aya4328 - The reason's behind the Weasley's and Hermiones 'betrayal' will be explained in a much later chapter, for now you just have to live with the knowledge that they dont like Harry, befriending Draco also made this worse.

Satyr-oh - I am extremly greatful for the things you pointed out. The way i see it, Harry is still very nieve, he may be 17 but he is still a child (hell im 19 and im still a child) there for he trust Dumbledore as much as any one else would. Harry is also in danger every were he goes, but you will find out in chapter 3 or 4 (i cant remember which) that Dumbledore has not left Harry idly on his own, he dose check up on him often, just very discreetly.

Everyone else - Thanks for the positve feedback. I will awnser all the questions i possibly can.

I should aslo point out that in this story, both Draco and Harry are painted as very immature, they dont carry the weight on thier shoulders alot of people portary them too, it is a mixutre of genres, Romance, Andventrue and Fluff. I try to add as much cuteness as i can, im not very good with Angst. But the story will start out all nice and stuff but there will be some dark bits added, like attempted rape, but things like this are added only because they will become important in the sequel which i already have planned out. So even if something happends or something is mentioned, and you dont hear alot about it, it will be relevant in either later chapters or the second part of the story.

Disclaimer: If i really owned Draco Malfoy (or Harry Potter) do you really think i would be writting about them? Do you really think i would get out of bed? I mean, come on.


Harry Potter and the Phoenix Fire

Chapter 2 - New Beginning's

Harry raced up into his room after he had closed the front door. So many things were running through his head. He was now the richest kid in England; he was surprised and happy about that, but sad that Sirius had to die for it to happen. Lucius Malfoy had switched sides, which he was confused about. Hermione and the Weasley's hated him, that not only hurt but made him extremely angry, but he was able to leave the Dursley's, that made him even happier, the fact he could spend two weeks shopping, without having to watch his money.

Once in his room he remembered something else that made him smile. Grabbing his wand from his bed side table and mimicking the complicated flick Tonks had used last year all his clothing began to fold by Invisible hands and flew into his trunk. His school books closed them selves and followed the clothes. The lid shut its self and Hedwig's cage, with Hedwig still in it, flew and landed on top. A broad grin plastered his face.

He dragged his trunk down the stairs and left it at the landing and ran into the kitchen to leave a note for the Dursley's with one simple word "GONE"

He was right. It was a beautiful summer day. He notice when he stepped out side that the storm was long gone but there was a pleasant breeze wafting down the street that made the heat of the sun feel warm and comforting.

Harry pulled his wand out of his pocket and stuck it out in front of him. Within seconds a loud bang shook the street and in front of him stood the bright purple Knight Bus and out stepped Stan Shunpike, the pimple faced conductor.

"Ello' there 'arry," Stan said, "Dumbledore said ye' would be halin' us!"

"Err...Hi Stan." Harry said nervously.

"Well well, get on board, aint' got all day ya' no'"

"Um... Ok" Harry was a bit uneasy, he never liked the way Stan stared at him, it always made him uncomfortable, though he should have been use to the staring, every one else did it.

"So, Leaky Cauldron then ay'?" Stan asked with a toothy smile.

"Yeah, how long ya reckon?" Harry asked.

"Oh I dunno, what ya reckon Ern'?" Stan asked, turning around to ask the driver.

Ern the bus driver turned around to face Harry, a frown on his face. "Bout half an hour boy. T'was our next stop."

"There ya go 'arry," said Stan, "Alf an Hour."

"Great"

The trip was uneventful. It took them exactly thirty six minutes and twenty three seconds. Harry knew this because he spent the whole time studying his watch, avoiding Stan's gaze. Stan had spent the whole trip watching him and when the bus stopped out the front of the Leaky Cauldron Harry couldn't have been happier.

"There ya' are 'arry," Stan said as he helped Harry drag his trunk off the bus, "don't forget, if ya' ever need to get ne' were, just call!"

"Yeah thanks Stan," Then with a loud bang the bus was gone again.

"Well Hedwig," Harry said to his snowy owl, "Shall we?"

The Leak cauldron was exactly how he remembered it, dark, dank but oddly comforting.

"Ahh Mr. Potter," Tom said from behind the bar as Harry stepped into the pub, "Welcome, we were expecting you. Saved you one of the nicest rooms I have."

"Thank you." The bar keeper was just like his bar, dank and dirty. The only difference was he made Harry very uneasy. His toothless grin and limp in his left leg always reminded Harry of a hobbit from Muggle story books.

"If you just follow me Sir I will show you to your room." Tom said as he took off. "Not very busy lately, just one other customer today, and he took me other fancy room. Well come on."

Harry followed Tom through to the back of the inn and up the stairs, his trunk hovering behind him with a simple levitation spell.

"Room fourteen Sir." Tom said pointing to a big wooden door with the number 14 plastered on it in gold. "I just be leaving you now, if you need any thing, just shout,"

Harry nodded his reply and watched the old man hobble down the stairs.

The room was immaculate. The floors were covered in lush green carpet and the walls painted deep silver. The four poster bed had a lush feather mattress on it and was covered in black silk bedding matching the black bed hangings. In the far corner was a huge mahogany study desk and in the other corner a massive wardrobe which he intended to fill. The room seemed oddly familiar

"So," Harry said to the empty room, "This is what it would be like to live in Slytherin."

Harry chuckled to himself as he placed his trunk at the end of the bed and withdrew his school list and the two golden keys Dumbledore had given him.

'Might as well spend some money' Harry smiled to himself, 'This should be fun.'

He stepped out of his room and on to the landing. He was studying the school list in his hand as he made his way down the hall when he ran into something hard and surprisingly warm.

"Oh god! I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed to the person underneath him.

"Potter? Get off me!" The body shouted.

"M-Malfoy?" Harry said to the now recognizable blonde

"Yes potter, now I say again, Get off ME!"

Harry jumped up from the small boy underneath him with alarming speed, his face blushing crimson as he realized he had just literally crushed his rival and then apologized.

"God Potter, can you get any clumsier?" Malfoy said as he dragged himself up from the floor dusting off any dirt he found.

"Umm...Sorry?" Harry said 'Sorry? Again? God I'm so mentally challenged.'

"Whatever. What are you doing here any way?" The blonde sneered

"I'm staying here, so what? What are you doing here? Harry asked defiantly.

"I'm staying here as well you dolt." Malfoy replied with a role of his eyes.

"Oh... So your the other person, typical you'd rent one of the most expensive room's." Harry teased.

"Incase you haven't noticed, Potter, you too happen to be in one of the expensive room's. Rob Gringotts did you?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"Shove of Malfoy; I don't have time for this." Harry said as he started to walk away.

"Wait!" Malfoy shouted to Harry's back, a hint of desperation in his voice. "Harry...Wait." he shouted again

'Harry? Since when am I Harry? "What?" he said turning to the blonde, eyebrow raised.

"Look, I want to say something, but it's kind of hard." Malfoy said, studying the ground.

"Vague much? Look just spit it out, I have shopping to do." Harry said with a sigh.

"Thank you." Draco mumbled.

"What?" Harry asked stunned.

"God potter, don't make me say it again. Grrrr... Ok I said thank you." Malfoy hissed.

"Thank me? For what?" Harry asked bemused.

"Dumbledore just spoke to me and told me it was you who decided to let my father free. So thank you." Draco replied honestly.

"Ummmm...Your welcome?" Harry offered confused.

"Look," Draco said, advancing a little uneasily to stand in front of Harry, "I mean it, Thank you, It wasn't your fault he went to Azkaban in the first place, I know that now, but it was you that let him go. I love my father, so thank you again."

"Why aren't you with him now?" Harry asked the blonde confused.

"Dunno." Malfoy shrugged. "Just wanted to get away from the Manor I guess. Dumbledore and some Order members will there for the remainder of the holidays."

Harry nodded his understanding and the two boys stood in the hallway eyeing each other nervously before a feral smile spread across Harry's face when he eyed Draco's expensive robes. "Hey Malfoy?" He said mischievously.

"Yeah?" Malfoy asked warily noticing the look in the other boy's eyes.

"Want to come shopping with me?" Harry smiled.

"What, shopping with you? Why?" The blonde said, confusion filling his eyes.

"Well you dress nice, you should know where the best shops are, and I need someone to help me carry the bags and I could do with the company." He replied with a shrug.

"Company? Why not the Weasel or Granger?" Draco hissed, "They might not know where the best shops are but they'd probably be better company, for you anyway." Draco finished with the usually arrogance in his voice that only Harry seemed to bring out of him.

"They're...Well...Let's just say that I won't be seeing them for awhile." Harry commented angrily, "I don't really want to either." He calmed himself down, "And I thought maybe you and I could...you know."

"Potter?" Draco asked with a smirk, "Are you coming on to me?"

"WHAT? NO! I meant you and I could have fun together. God this is getting worse. Look just forget it." Harry said dejectedly as he turned around to leave.

"Ok I'll come." Draco whispered.

"What?" Harry asked, suddenly turning red.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Potter. I mean I will come shopping with you. God only knows you need all the help you can get. And who better then me?" Draco finished haughtily.

"Oh...Ok...Um cool. We have to go to Gringotts first though, I need some money."

"Good, cause don't think your borrowing off me." Draco sneered.

"As if I need too Malfoy." Harry smiled, thinking about the amount Dumbledore had told him he had.

"Well come on lets go then." Malfoy smirked.


The two boys arrived at the front of Gringotts five minutes later after journeying in silence, neither knowing what to say to the other. The head goblin rushed over to the two boys as they entered, obviously aware of both their vast fortunes.

"Good evening Sir's Malfoy and Potter, how may I be of service?" The goblin asked.

"I'd like to make a withdrawal." Harry said promptly.

"Of course Mr. Potter. And Mr. Malfoy?"

"What? Oh I'm fine thanks." Draco said absently.

"Very well," The goblin replied "Follow me Sir's."

The two boys followed the goblin into the back room that held the mine carts and led them right past into another door.

"Uh Malfoy, where is he taking us?" Harry asked nervously.

"This is the way I always go; a Malfoy would never get into a ruddy cart." Draco said proudly.

"Yes but how are we going to get to the Vault's?" Harry asked confused

"Elevator Potter. Your in the presence of a Malfoy, the goblin obviously thinks your rich."

"God Malfoy, you're so self-conceited." Harry mocked

"I know." Malfoy smirked absently.

They arrived out the front of an Elevator Grill. It was very much like the elevators in the Ministry of Magic. The goblin ushered them in and jabbed a button some were in the middle.

With in moments the Grill's closed and opened again.

"This way Sir's." the Goblin said as he left the elevator.

"What?" Harry exclaimed "Were here already? That was quick."

"Time is money Potter." Malfoy drawled.

The goblin stopped out the front of Vault number 2318 and held out his hand for Harry's key who handed it over. The goblin inserted the key and opened the vault.

"Potter! You're Rich!" Malfoy squeaked as he saw the mountains of gold pilled in the large room.

Being told was one thing, but seeing was believing. It was true; he was in fact filthy rich.

"Potter, is this all yours?" The blonde asked in awe.

"No silly, it's not all mine." Harry said truthfully fingering the second key in his pocket.

"Thank god!" He sounded relieved.

"Yeah. This isn't even half of it." Harry chuckled

"You what? You mean there's more? How much more?"

"Well," he said over his shoulder as he reached into the over sized room and filled his money bag, "From what I'm told, there is over six hundred million in total, not including assets."

"SIX HUNDREND MILLION?" Malfoy yelled "And it's all yours? That's almost as much as I have!"

"Yeah I know," Harry smiled. "So are we going shopping or not?"

The boy's exited Gringotts. Malfoy was still in awe that the-boy-who-lived happened to be just as rich as he was, though he did a good job at hiding it.

"So Malfoy, where first?" Harry asked as he stopped in the middle of the busy street, still unsure were to by the best robe's.

"Well I get all mine from Madame Malkin's, shall we?" Malfoy said, inclining his head in the direction of the store.

Harry smiled, "We shall."

Both boy's entered the large clothing shop halfway down the main street of Diagon Alley and were rushed upon by Madame Malkin herself.

"Ahh gentlemen, how may I help you today?" the squat witch asked.

"I need some new clothes," Harry told the short dumpy witch, "School Robes, Dress Robes, Muggle Clothes, a whole new wardrobe."

"Ahh excellent. Follow me boys." she exclaimed excitedly

The followed the women into the back of the store where she and an assistant began measuring both Harry and Draco, who too was in need of new school robes.

"Hey Potter." The blonde looked at Harry through the mirror in front of them.

"Yeah?" Harry inquired as he met the blondes gaze.

"Ironic isn't it?"

"What is?" Harry asked

"Do you remember when we first met in here?" Malfoy questioned as Madam Malkin and her assistant left to find the boys clothes.

"How could I forget? Though I fail to see the irony." Harry said remembering the arrogant and stuck up way Draco had introduced him self.

"I mean us, being here again. It's a shame really ya'know" Malfoy said

"What is?"

"That, you know, we didn't quite hit it off and all." The blonde looked hurt thinking about the day six years ago. "It hurt you know, that you refused me."

"I'm sorry," Harry said, honestly, "But you were an awful git"

"Yeah I know." Draco sighed.

Draco turned to face Harry, ignoring the protests from the women as they resumed measuring and extended his hand.

"How about we try again? 'Hi I'm Draco Malfoy'." The blonde said, a little unsure of Harry's reaction.

Harry looked at the hand offered to him, and then at the boy offering it. His eyes locked with Malfoy's silvery gray ones and he instantly made up his mind.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter." he said, extending his hand to grasp the other boys.

"Hi Harry." Draco smiled

"Nice to meet you Draco." Harry grinned.

Several hours later the boys left the shop, both weighed down with their many bags. Harry checked his watch, it was almost dinner time.

"Hey Draco? It's a bit late; maybe we should go back and eat?" Harry suggested.

"Yeah," Draco said, looking up at the sun. "Lets call it a day, there's always tomorrow." He finished as he followed his newest friend back to the Leaky Cauldron were they ordered their meals and sat down together to eat.

"So tell me," Draco said half way through the meal, "Why are you and the Weasel not being friendly?"

"It's a long story." Harry replied grumpily.

"I'm not going any where." The other boy commented, waving his arms around the room to express his point.

"Ok...Ok...Well it was Dumbledore who told me. He said Percy came home this summer, that's Ron's brother by the way, he hasn't been very popular with the Weasley's since last year, but anyway, he came home and somehow, from what I can gather, convinced the Weasley's and Hermione that I was evil, and the only reason I wanted to kill Voldemort was so I could finish off what he stared and rule the world. Hmmm I guess it wasn't that long a story after all." Harry said moodily smashing his potato's with his fork.

"You're not serious? You? The next Dark Lord? There is more chance of Dumbledore marrying Voldemort than you becoming him. It's preposterous!" Draco sneered over his meal.

"I know that, Dumbledore knows that, you know that, but for some reason my best friends, I mean ex-best friends don't." Harry sighed

"Well pity them. Now I can have you all to my self." Draco smiled with arrogance.

Harry smiled, and then broke into fits laughter so loud that Tom, behind the bar, broke the glass he was cleaning.

"Harry, it wasn't that funny." Draco frowned

"No...its not... that." Harry wheezed between breaths. "It's just funny that my best friends would think I'd go evil and leave me and that my worst enemy would think I was good and befriend me."

"No No Harry," Draco corrected. "I don't think your good, far from it; I just know you're not evil." Draco said with a wink.

Harry let out a small laugh and then a light blushed covered his face. "So, we've eaten what now?" He asked.

"I dunno, lets go back to your room for a bit, I'm a bit tired but I don't want to go to bed yet, I'll help you put your clothes away or something." Draco replied

"Ok then, come on, let's go." Harry said as they rose from their table.

The two boys left their dishes behind them and proceeded up to Harry's temporary room.

"Figures," Draco said as he entered the room.

"What?"

"That you would get a room decorated in Slytherin colors and I'd get the one in Gryffindor colors." Draco said with a look of disgust.

"Well, maybe its time for a change?" Harry offered.

"Ha! Yeah right, me in Gryffindor? I can see you in Slytherin, sure, but me with the Lions? I think not." He shivered at the thought.

"Yeah, spose' your right. I don't think you'd suit red and gold uniforms any way." Harry said as he eyed the other boy up.

"Harry, my dear boy, I'm a Malfoy, I suit any thing."

Harry let out a snort. "Can you even spell stuck-up?" He teased

Draco poked his tongue at Harry and made his way across the room and started to unpack the boy's clothes and sort out his wardrobe.

Harry sat on the bed and admired the other boy at work. He seemed to know everything about clothing, how to be neat and how to act proper. And he was right, he would suit anything.

Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts and started to help Draco with his clothes. An hour later they were done and both boys collapsed side by side on the bed.

"God, I didn't think I had bought so much." Harry said wearily.

"My back and arms hurt," Draco whined, "It's your entire fault." He finished with a yawn.

"You tired?" Harry asked.

"Mmmm." Was the reply

"You want a hand carrying your stuff back to your room?"

No reply. "Draco? Malfoy?" Harry sat up and looked at the figure next to him. He was asleep.

Harry sighed and made his way to the end of the bed to remove his friend's shoes. After he was done he used a nifty transfiguration charm to turn Draco's clothes into pajamas and went to get changed him self. Ten minutes later he crawled into the bed and threw the blanket over him and the sleeping boy next to him.


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