A/N: Hi. I am awake! It is early, early in the morning! Okay, it's 11:40 am. To me, that is early for writing. Anyway! I am wide awake and ready to write. Yay! Here is chapter three! I plan to bring Harry in during this chapter. Yay!

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Draco sighed as he closed his trunk. The door opened and closed behind him. Draco closed his trunk. He figured it was house keeping, but didn't house keeping usually knock?

" Hello, did you want something," Draco asked standing up, thinking that it might be Tom. However, the voice which spoke to him was not that of Tom's.

" Did I want something," A familiar cold voice asked. Draco turned and found himself facing Lucius. " What did I want? Ah yes."

" Get out," Draco yelled, pointing at the door. " Leave me alone! Don't you think you've done enough damage to me?"

" No," Lucius said. He walked over to Draco. " Do you think that if I had done enough damage to you that I would be here?" Lucius grabbed Draco's shirt in one hand, and pointed his wand at Draco's face.

" I told you," Draco said. " I am not going to let you hurt me any more!" Lucius began to laugh. Draco smirked, and kicked him where the sun don't shine. Hard. Lucius promptly stopped laughing, and let Draco go.

Draco grabbed his trunk, and ran from the room. Right past the M.O.M officials. Down the stairs, and past the bar. Ignoring Tom's shouts.

" Draco," Tom shouted after him. " Draco come back. Your safe here now. The ministry-" He was cut off by the slamming of the door.

Draco stood on the street, breathing heavily. He looked around, and began running down the street.

I have to get out of here, Draco thought to himself, even if my father is taken to Azkaban again, I don't want to be near him any more. He'll escape again anyway. I...

Draco's thoughts were interrupted, however, when he tripped, and fell on his face. His wand flew out of his pocket, and sent a spark straight up in the air. Draco stood up, and grabbed his wand. When he turned to go back to his trunk he found himself looking at a purple, triple-decker bus.

" Welcome to the Knight Bus," Said a voice. Draco turned and looked at a man, not more than a few years older then him, with protruding ears, and a quite few pimples. " Transportation for the stra-"

" That's nice," Draco said grabbing his trunk, and pulling it on board. He found himself looking at least a dozen brass beds.

" Follow me," The man said. " Name's Stan Shunpike by the way. Here you are." Stan stopped at the bed behind the driver. " Where would you like to go?"

" Anywhere," Draco said. " Your first stop, where ever it is. I don't care." Draco let go of his trunk, and sat on the bed.

" Alright," Stan said sitting in one of the two armchairs, one for him, the other for the driver. " That'll be eleven sickles. You'll be dropped off with Mrs. Figg." Draco grabbed his money bag, took out the money, and handed it to Stan. " You runnin' away?"

" Something like that," Draco said putting his money bag in his trunk, and pulling it under his bed.

" 'Choo runnin' from," Stan asked. He had long ago dropped his professional act. Draco looked out the window.

" I don't really want to talk about it," Draco said. He turned back to Stan, but looked down at the floor.

" So, what's your name," Stan asked turning his head slightly for a moment to talk to the driver. " Another for Mangolia Road Ern." Stan turned back to Draco.

" It's Draco," Draco said truthfully. Stan's eyes widened. " What?" Stan didn't answer. " What?" Draco wanted to know what was making Stan look at him like that. It was making him uncomfortable.

" Your Draco Malfoy right," Stan asked. " Your Mr. Malfoy's son. The one who escaped from Azkaban, ain't 'cha." Draco nodded. " Is that what you're runnin' from?" Draco nodded again. The bus stopped. " Well here's where you get off."

Draco nodded. He grabbed his trunk and headed for the exit. He found himself following an old woman off the bus. She was wearing carpet slippers, and Draco figured that she must be this "Mrs. Figg" Stan had told him about.

Draco turned around, and the saw that the Knight Bus was gone. Instead, he found himself looking at a play park across the street. Draco walked over to it, and sat on a marry-go-round. He laid back, and closed his eyes. If he was found there, well, he would work it out when it happened. And it happened, sooner then Draco thought it would.

" Malfoy," Said the confused voice of one of the last person Draco wanted to see. Draco opened his eyes and found himself looking at Harry Potter. Draco groaned.

" Why me," He asked himself quietly. " Why does this have to happen to me?" Harry looked at the state Draco was in, and couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Harry sighed.

" What happened to you Malfoy," Harry asked. Draco stood up, with great difficulty, and pointed his finger at Harry.

" Listen Potter," Draco said, feeling himself loosing balance. " I don't need help from..." He hit the ground. He had fallen over. " ...you." Harry snorted.

" Right," Harry said. " As much as you might hate to admit it, you do." Harry helped Draco up, and slung Draco's arm around his neck.

" Let me go Potter," Draco demanded, hitting Harry with all his might, which wasn't much. All he succeeded in doing was annoying Harry. Harry grabbed his trunk, and began walking towards Private Drive. " Where are you taking me?"

" I'm taking you to where I live," Harry said as they began walking down Mangolia Crescent.

" Oh no," Draco said. " I refuse to stay in the same house as you! You can't make me! Damn you Potter! Let me go."

" You know," Harry said. " For someone who can't even stand on his own feet you sure have a lot of energy for talking." Harry walked up to number four Privet Drive. " Well here we are." Harry said stopping for a quick break.

" What," Draco said in a teasing voice. " No 'home sweet home' or something stupid like that?"

" Nope," Harry said as he walked up to the door. " To tell you the truth, this really isn't the best place to live."

" Then why are you-," Draco began, but he was cut off by Harry knocking on the door. " If you live here, then why are you knocking?"

" Because," Harry said. " I can't balance you and open a door at the same time." The sound of footsteps were heard. Then a brief pause before the door was opened. Revealing a pursed-lipped Aunt Petunia.

" Harry, what is this," Aunt Petunia asked glaring pointedly at Draco. Harry Shoved past her. He dropped Draco's trunk, and then Draco. Aunt Petunia turned her nose up in disgust.

" Aunt Petunia this is...my friend," Harry said. Draco opened him mouth to speak, but Harry kicked him. " He need's our help. Can he stay until school comes around?"

" I do not need your help," Draco muttered under his breath so only Harry could hear him. Aunt Petunia glared at him, and Draco glared defiantly back.

" You expect me to allow this into my home," Aunt Petunia asked incredulously. " Why just look at him. He's one of your lot isn't he?"

" Aunt Petunia," Harry said anger rising. " What does it matter? He needs our help. Just look at him."

" Absolutely not," Aunt Petunia said. " We have you deal with you. What makes you think we would allow another of your lot into our home?"

" Aunt Petunia you-," Harry began. He stopped in mid-sentence as a red envelope came fluttering through the still open door. Harry picked it up, and with a smile, handed it over to Aunt Petunia. " It's for you."

And indeed it was. This red envelope was a howler. Aunt Petunia had gotten one the summer before. That one had been from Dumbledore, and Harry expected this one was as well.

" What are you talking about," Aunt Petunia asked venomously before taking the howler in hand. A gasp escaped her lips. She opened the envelope with quavering hands.

" PETUNIA! TAKE THIS BOY IN! HE IS IN NEED OF YOUR HELP! AND HELP HIM YOU WILL!"

Aunt Petunia's chin quivered as she watched the red envelope burst into flames. Harry's Uncle Vernon came into the hall. He spotted Harry and glared at him. He opened his mouth to yell when he noticed Aunt Petunia.

" Harry," Aunt Petunia said. " Your friend can stay, but he sleeps in your room!" Uncle Vernon helped Aunt Petunia away into the kitchen.

Harry and Draco looked at each other, then burst into laughter. Harry, because it made him feel better about all the times the Dursleys had mistreated him. Draco, because he found the sight of Aunt Petunia, a muggle, nearly fainting from being yelled at by a howler, part of wizarding post, funny.

The two looked at each other, and quickly stopped laughing. There was a silence between them in which Harry stomped out the small fire on the carpet from the howler.

" I'll just take your trunk upstairs," Harry said. " I'll be right back, and then I'll help you up there. You can have the bed." Draco nodded.

Harry grabbed Draco's trunk, and disappeared up the steps. Draco sat there and sighed. What a mess I've gotten myself into, Draco thought to himself, Had I just listened to Tom, and stayed at the Leaky Cauldron I wouldn't be getting help from my worst enemy.

Harry came down the steps and extended his hand to Draco. He hesitated for a moment, then grabbed Harry's hand. Draco leaned a little against Harry then the railing. One step at a time they reached the top of the stairs. They walked to Harry's room, which wasn't far away. When they got in Draco sat on the bed, and looked around the room.

" Your room is really small," Draco said. " I mean it. Your room is really small." Harry shrugged.

" It's better then being in the cupboard under the stairs," Harry said. " I'll be right back. I'm going to go get some blankets so I can make a bed on the floor. Do you want something to eat?"

" No, that's...," Draco began, then stopped. The sound of his growling stomach could be heard. " Sure." Harry smiled. His eyes shifted, and the smile vanished. Harry coughed, then left the room, closing the door behind him

Draco looked at his wounds. They weren't bad. Just a few cuts and bruises here and there. He looked at his clothes, and decided to change. He opened his trunk, and pulled out a change of clothes, then put the ones he had been wearing for nearly three days in, then changed.

Harry returned with an apple, a pb&j sandwich, and some band-aids. Harry handed the sandwich to Draco along with apple. He walked over to his desk, and opened the box of band-aids.

" What is this," Draco asked looking at the pb&j. Harry put the, now open, box of band-aids down, and turned to look at Draco.

" It's an apple," Harry said sarcastically. Draco shook his head. " It's a sandwich. It has peanut-butter and jelly on it. Peanut better is made out of peanuts, and is smooth. Jelly is smashed grapes." Draco looked at the sandwich. " It's good, try it." Draco took a bite.

" It is good," Draco said with slight surprise. " Wow, I didn't think muggles could make things this tasty."

" I made it," Harry said. Draco looked up, at Harry, expecting him to say he was joking. " I'll be back. I need to get some blankets still, and your going to want some milk with that. Peanut-butter tends to get sticky after a while."

Draco watched him leave. Thinking he probably offended Harry, and for the first time in his life, Draco felt sorry for doing so. He walked over to the window, which wasn't far away, and opened it. He walked over to the bed and sat down again.

Moments later a white owl fluttered in through the window. It dropped a note on the desk, and flew over to it's cage. Draco stared at it, and it stared back. Draco looked at the letter, and saw handwriting that looked somewhat familiar.

Harry returned with a glass of milk, and some blankets. He dropped the blankets on the floor, and handed the glass of milk to Draco.

" You got a letter," Draco said. It was his way of thanking Harry for what he had done, and apologizing for offending him. Harry walked over to his desk and picked up the letter. He opened it and read through it.

" Uh oh," Harry said. He reread the letter. This was not good. In fact. This was probably the worst thing that could happen. " Damn."

A/N: Oooooh Suspense! Fun, fun, fun! Okay. If you want to find out what happens next you'll have to read the next chapter. However, before you do you should write a review for me. Thank you!