Something Different
Chapter 5
Thanks to my beta-readers HPIceAngel and Linatheinverse.
Vernon had that glint in his eyes again; Harry knew he had seen it many times before. Vernon reached down and grabbed Harry and dragged him into the house. When they were in the house Vernon pushed Harry into a chair, he then grabbed another chair and sat down.
"Listen to me boy. You are staying here weather you like it or not. You will have chores tomorrow and after you are done them you will spend the rest of the day in your cupboard. Tomorrow is Saturday so I will be here, so you better get it done right, Potter." Vernon threatened.
Vernon had every second Saturday off. Harry hated those Saturdays. Vernon would always have something to complain about. It was always something like the dishes weren't clean enough, or there were too many weeds in the garden. Vernon would make Harry do and redo every little thing that he complained about. Now some people did not mind about if there was one weed in their garden or if he dishes were not clean enough. Not the Dursleys, they wanted every thing perfect. There lawn was cut my a professional and looked like a green on a golf course. Harry would do these random chores for his Uncle not wanting to anger him.
Harry did not want to stay home tomorrow, he wanted to go to the park and see Lucius. With Lucius he had food and someone that cared.
Vernon then grabbed Harry by the wrist and struck his face several times with blows that left Harry seeing stars. Afterwards he was shoved back into the cupboard and the door was locked behind him
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Lucius was at his house, Malfoy Manor. He was in the library, sitting beside the fireplace occasionally sipping wine staring at the wall thinking about Harry again.
Someone peaked their head through the doorframe, it was his son, Draco.
"Father," Draco said in a small voice, "Could you tuck me in?" Draco asked.
"Sure Draco." Lucius replied while getting up from his chair. Draco and Lucius walked to Draco's room. Draco's room was an average size room with posters of his favorite Quidditch teams. There was a small playroom attached to the main room. The walls, ceilings and floors were made of the finest and most expensive wood. The furniture had been passed down through at least a dozen generations of Malfoy's. There was a desk by the wall, a four-poster bed with a green canopy, a small table beside the bed that had about a dozen pictures on it. In the corner of the room there was a wardrobe filled with tons of clothes, mostly of the designer style, there were also some Muggle clothes.
Lucius lead his son to his bed and helped him climb up to the large bed. Draco glanced at the pictures on his table. There was about a dozen pictures of Draco's mother, Narcissa Malfoy.
"Father," Draco asked, " Why did Mother have to die?"
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It was early morning Harry had woken up abruptly because of the loud sound of someone fumbling with a lock. The door opened, and Harry stepped out. Harry sighed it was going to be a long day.
A/n- sorry its so short have been busy more then I thought I would. Just finished reading The Order of the Phoenix and was slightly surprised of what happened. Oh yeah I forget the disclaimer Of course I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters they are just characters I like to write about when I'm bored. Sorry for the cliff hanger on Draco's part.