Draco walks back into the Malfory Manor after the rain begins to fall.
A house elf enters the room.
"Get undress and into dry clothes before you catch a cold," She says.
"First in the hall and now this," Draco says. "What's the deal?"
"Well someone has to take care of you sense you're not taking care of yourself," She says.
"If you keep this up, someday I'll give you clothes," Draco says.
"Then who will take care of you?" She asks.
"I can take care of my self," Draco says.
"Are you sure about that?" She asks. "You're still in wet clothes."
She holds her hand out palm up wards and clothes appear on it.
"Here. Put this on," She says.
Draco takes the clothes.
"You're not going to watch me change, are you?" He asks.
The house elf turns around saying, "Like I haven't seen it before."
Draco starts to get undress.
"And besides I don't want to see you," She says. "You're not my type."
"And what would your type be?" Draco asks as he starts to get dress. "Lucius."
The house elf laughs and says, "Yeah right."
Draco finishes getting dress then says, "You can turn around now."
The house elf does that.
"What is your name?" Draco asks.
"Pixe," She says.
"Thank you, Pixe," Draco says.
"You're welcome, Master Malfory," She says.
"You can call me Draco," Draco says. "I don't like being call Malfory."
"Ok, Draco," She says. "But why are you ok with others calling you that?"
"I'm not," Draco says.
"Then tell them," Pixe says. "Starting with their leader."
"Who is that?" Draco asks.
"Harry Potter, of course," Pixe says.
"Shhh," Draco whispers putting a finger to his mouth. "That name is forbidden in this house."
"I guess that doesn't include your dreams," Pixe says.
"You've been in my dreams," Draco says.
"Well I couldn't help it once you started to moan the enemy of Voldermort's name," Pixe says. "I thought you called him Potter not Harry."
"Does anyone else know about that?" Draco asks.
"No. I put a silence spell on your room when you fall asleep," Pixe says. "I also put it up when we talk. Like now."
"Good," Draco says.
"So... are you going to tell him?" Pixe asks.
"How?" Draco asks. "We're not even friends."
"Well you should be," Pixe says. "And more."
With that said, she disappears.
'Is she right?' Draco thinks. 'Well it doesn't matter. There's nothing I can do about it.'
He walks out of the room.
Then Pixe appears again.
"Wouldn't be so sure about that," She says then she picks up Draco's wet clothes and disappears.
Harry's eyes snap open.
He gets up and goes to his trunk at the end of his bed.
Opening it up, he pulls out a mirror.
One of a pair of two way mirror.
Harry told Dumbledore about the mirrors Sirius gave him then gave him the other one.
"Headmaster Dumbledore," Harry says.
The mirror glows and Dumbledore's face appears on the surface.
"Harry. What is it? What's wrong? It's 3 in the morning," Dumbledore says.
Harry tells him about his vision.
"Ok, Harry. I'll handle this. Just start packing. I want to move you to the Wesley's for the rest of the summer just in case you hear or see anything else," Dumbledore says.
"I'll probably will," Harry says.
"Have hope," Dumbledore says. "I'll send Author or Molly to get you by floo powder. Ok?"
"Ok," Harry says. "Bye, Professor Dumbledore."
"Goodbye, Harry," Dumbledore says then his face disappears.
Harry puts the mirror back into his trunk.
He slips on his shirt as he picks up his books and clothes off of the floor and places them in the trunk.
Once he gets everything in, he closes the trunk.
Then he hears a crash down stairs.
"Harry?" Mr. Wesley asks.
"Up here," Harry says.
He hears Mr. Wesley coming up the stairs.
"What are you doing here?" Harry hears Uncle Vernon say.
Harry opens the door and says, "He's here to take me back to his house."
"Well I'm not going to allow it," Uncle Vernon says. "And you can't do anything about it. You can't do magic."
"He may not be able to do magic but I can," Mr. Wesley says taking out his wand from his pocket and points it at Uncle Vernon's forehead. "And if you try to stop us, I'll turn you into the insect you really are."
He turns to Harry and says, "Do you have all your stuff together?"
"Yeah," Harry says.
Mr. Wesley moves his wand to Harry's trunk, levitates it, and floats it down stairs.
"Then lets go," He says and follows the trunk.
Harry picks up his broom and Hedwig's cage waking her in the process.
"Whooo," She says.
Harry follows Mr. Wesley down stairs.
Aunt Petunia comes out of the master bedroom.
"What is happening, Vernon?" She asks.
"The boy is leaving," Uncle Vernon says. "Hopefully for good this time."
He walks back into his bedroom with Petunia behind him.
"What are we going to do about this?" Professor Mcgonagall asks.
"How do we know he's telling the truth?" Professor Snape asks.
"Why would he lie about this?" Professor Mcgonagall asks.
"To get more attention," Professor Snape says.
"He doesn't want any more attention. He has too much as it is," Professor Mcgonagall says.
Dumbledore, who has been watching this happen for years now, starts to laugh at them.
The two professors look at their boss.
"What is so funny?" Professor Mcgonagall asks.
"You two sound like students fighting," Dumbledore says.
"No, we don't," The professors say together.
"Anyway we'll wait until school starts to do anything," Dumbledore says.
"And if we find out that it is true?" Professor Mcgonagall asks. "What do we do then?"
"We'll stop it," Dumbledore says. "One way or another."