Disclaimer: I own nothing, not Harry, not Draco... and if I have copied some other author besides J.K. Rowling then I will give credit where credit is due.
Warnings: This is slash, you know boy meets boy, boy kisses boy, boy loves boy... slash. Oh, and yes there is a Veela Draco in this fic, but it's not the main thing in the fic, I swear. It's rated M, well firstly because I don't really get the rating system and secondly because there will be heavy stuff later in the story and also there is some Hermione bashing, she's a right old bitch in this story.
Summary: Harry Potter wakes to find himself different, Draco Malfoy comes into his inheritance. The two boys find themselves stuck at Hogwarts over the summer between their sixth and seventh year. DM/HP, HG/VK
A/N thanks to everyone who reviewed! I really love it. I will be updating this story every Wednesday; I live in Hawaii so my timing is a bit off from everyone else so… yeah. Anyway thanks to my two wonderful betas Satyr-oh and Atiya! Thanks a bunch! Oh and to answer some of your questions, i don't like Dumbledore but i have yet to decide if i want to make him an ass.
Oh just a warning, the format might be a bit screwy… sorry.
Chapter 4
The weightlessness that came with apperating made Harry's head spin
for a moment or two. He bent his head down, his hands at his sides;
he had too much muggle beer at that last pub. They had, after much
fun in Diagon Alley decided to check out Muggle London. Fred and
George had, after Sending Ginny on her way back to Headquarters and a
bit of arguing with Charlie, bought Harry and Ron some alcohol. Even
just the little bit of alcohol had drastically affected Harry and he
found himself snaking a hand up Fred's thigh, something he
thought he would never do if he were sober. Luckily, Fred had just
laughed it off, made a few jokes and told the pub about his and
Harry's doomed relationship. Harry did not like Fred that way, nor
any of the Weasley's except maybe Bill.
No matter, a quick hangover charm had fixed him right up, though he
still had a bit of a headache. A side effect that could have been
eliminated, but some person years before had thought the headache
would help a wizard remember not to drink. Ron leaned on his side
heavily, obviously experiencing the problem as Harry. Ginny came
out of the door on their left a small smile on her face.
"Mum will freak if she finds out" She said calmly as Harry and Ron
shared a grimace.
"Find out what?" Fred asked as he hoisted an almost sleeping George
up.
"Anyway, you know what" she turned to Harry "Professors Dumbledore
and Snape want to talk to you and they said it was urgent," She
shrugged her shoulders, saying that she had no idea what they wanted
before she walked over to help Fred.
"Okay, see you later then guys" Harry said as his thoughts turned
toward what Dumbledore and Snape could want with him. Snape had
more then likely found a new reason why Harry could not continue at
Hogwarts as he reached the door he heard a loud shout.
"I will not have it I don't want that brat hanging around me while I
try to do research!" Snape's voice was unmistakable. Harry knocked
on the door, letting it open slightly.
"Come on in Harry" The headmaster said. His blue eyes twinkled with
mirth behind his half-moon spectacles and Severus Snape sneered at
him from his position next to the window.
"Hello Professor, Ginny said you wanted to talk to me?" he asked
and Snape's sneer turned almost lethal.
"What we wanted to talk to you about is a matter of great
importance." Dumbledore said, his voice rising in a dramatic way
that reminded Harry of Trelawney, his Divination Professor at
Hogwarts, and a known fake. Snape thinking about the same thing as
Harry rolled his eyes and darkened his sneer. Harry could feel the
laughter inside him about to bubble through. He hated it when
Dumbledore acted like this.
Harry made his expression as serious as he could, under the
circumstances. He nodded his head gravely.
"What is it, sir?" he asked.
"Harry, I need you to return to Hogwarts for additional training and
safe keeping." Harry's jaw felt like it dropped, he really could not
tell the surprise too great for Harry. They wanted him to go to
Hogwarts over the summer.
"What? Why?" Harry asked while he glanced at Snape, seeing his
expression of hatred, helped Harry's thoughts that the world had
ended stop. If the world were about to end Snape would be on bended
knee proposing to Harry. Confession his greatest love of the young
Potter. The thought made Harry want to gag.
"Hogwarts would be the best place for you… away from distractions
and problems." Harry could almost see the inner cogs working
furiously in Dumbledore's mind, the only problem is that Harry
thought they might not be up to par. He must be off his rocker.
"But there are many fully trained wizards and witches running around
here, I am sure that I can handle myself and if not then someone
would be able to help me." He could feel his hackles raise, knowing
that he had to keep his temper at bay. Bad things happened when he
did not.
"Harry, you must understand that there are some things that are out
of my control and you will have to go to Hogwarts where I can be
assured of your safety," Dumbledore said with the air of a parent
reprimanding his child.
"What the bloody-"Harry began but was cut off by a fuming Potions
Master.
"You will watch your language while you are in the presence of your
elders" Snape said his eyes glazed over in anger.
"Severus" A warning look towards the man "Harry, I am sure that this
will be best for you and Professor Snape would be there along with a
few other members of the staff to watch over you. Professor Snape
would also, of course be there to help further you along in your
studies" Harry's good mood was long gone by now, away from all his
friends and forced into "summer" school, with Snape? What the hell
had he gotten himself into?
"I can't, I need to be here and I am an adult," Harry said trying to
be as firm as he could. He was an adult and he did not have to do
whatever Dumbledore wanted.
"Harry, this is in your best interest. Not only will you be learning
quite a bit more then what's on the curriculum but you will also be
assured of a safe home" Harry shocked his head in disagreement.
"You'll be taking my away from my friends and family and I need to
be here." Just then a knocked sounded at the door; Remus Lupin
stepped into the room. He looked even shabbier then before, his
robes ripped and torn at the strangest places, large smudges of dirt
on his face and hands.
"Ah, Remus, Your trip went well?" Dumbledore asked while Snape sat
down hard on a low chair that stood in the back of the room, his
hand rubbing at his temples as if he had a headache that was only
getting worse.
"Yes, yes it went well. I'll talk about the details later. What is
going on in here?" he asked glancing between an angry looking Harry
and an amused looking Headmaster.
"I have just told Harry about-"Dumbledore began but Snape cut him
off angrily.
"What is happening is that Potter here refuses to do what is good
for him and be the spoiled selfish brat that he is" He spat. Remus
looked to Dumbledore again.
"Albus?" he asked.
"I have just told Harry that he needs to move into Hogwarts over the
summer to avoid any dangerous situations and further along his
studies" Harry looked down at his hands as the three men all turned
to looked at him.
"I'll go," He quietly said.
"Good, I need you to be ready to go in about," Dumbledore looked at
his wand for a moment mumbling something under his breath before
saying "an hour. Professor Snape will be waiting in the front hall
then." With another warning look towards Snape he left.
"Well Potter be sure to be ready I don't want to be held up here any
longer" He said as he stalked out of the room his robes billowing
out behind him.
"Harry I know that this might not seem like a very fun idea, but you
must understand with everything that is going on it would be best if
you were in safe environment," Remus said, his hand moving to pat
Harry on the shoulder.
"What happens when Snape looses his temper and hexes me into oblivion?"
he asked weakly, knowing that he had no other alternative but to go.
"He won't, just remember that he has good reasons for why he is the
way he is" Harry looked up about to ask what reasons but Remus
simply shook his head.
"No, Harry I can't tell you that is something that only Professor
Snape can tell you." Harry looked down again, wondering what could
have made the man so bitter and so angry.
Harry walked down the stairs, his school trunk levitating behind him
everything paced away. He had to say his goodbyes to the Weasley
clan.
"Hey, whatch'ya doing?" Ron asked his mouth full of a food. He wiped at
his mouth before continuing, "Why are you packed?"
"Dumbledore thinks it would be best if I left for Hogwarts
tonight." He said his voice low and gloomy.
"Why?" Ron asked, his face turning red.
"Oh, lots of reasons' you'll be safer there Harry, You'll be able to
continue your studies there Harry." He said in a mock impression of
the Headmaster Ron held back a laugh.
"Harry dear! Albus just told me the news," Mrs. Weasley said as she
rushed to hug Harry.
"Yeah, Dumbledore told us. We reckon that's the reason Snape has
been in a right old mood" George said as he appeared next. Fred
allowed along with a few other members of the Weasley clan.
"Sorry mate, a whole summer stuck with teachers" Fred did a fake
shudder, his grin totally ruining the effect.
"Yeah well I'll be sure to learn won't I?" Harry questioned, unable to
keep the bitterness out of his voice and Mrs. Weasley tightened her
hold on Harry.
"Don't worry; we'll visit you soon Dumbledore already said we
could. You just have to go now," She said before she pulled herself
away.
"Snape is waiting for you at the front door and he looks
pissed," Ginny said as she stuck her head out the door, looking at
said man.
"Potter! I don't have time for your weepy goodbyes and trivial
pursuits. I have better things to do than wait around for you."
Snape said as he spotted Ginny looking his way, Harry just over her
shoulder.
"Yes, sir, I'll only be a minute," Harry turned away from the man,
frowning at the Weasleys.
"Well I guess I'll see you soon… er… have a good summer," Fred
snickered at him; Harry lamely waved his hand at the people he had
come to think of as his family.
"So, where are we apperating?" Harry asked Snape; the older man
sneered.
"Just outside the gate, where else?" Harry nodded his head, as
Snape's wand pointed toward his trunk with a loud POP it was gone.
He started to protest, what was the greasy git doing with his trunk?
But Snape only disapperated away, leaving him. Harry turned back to
the Weasley's did a small wave and followed after him.
"Potter, why exactly did it take you so long to get here? Did I or
did I not tell you to that I have better things to do then hang
around with you and the Weasleys?" Harry nodded his head, not
wanting to answer the man, when he was so obviously in a bad mood.
Snape started a brisk pace, Harry stood for a moment watching as his
trunk obediently followed the man.
"What are you waiting for?" Snape said snapping Harry out of his
thoughts.
"Nothing sir." Harry started to follow. They walked through the
Great Hall and corridors in silence, Harry soon could tell that he
would not be sleeping in Gryffindor Tower but in the dungeons and he
was not thrilled at the prospect.
Soon they reached a long corridor, one that Harry had never seen
before. At the first door on the left Snape stopped.
"This is my rooms, you are not allowed to enter or even to knock
unless it is absolutely necessary is that clear?" Harry nodded; he
would never willingly go into Snape's rooms. Just the thought made
him feel slightly queasy.
"Good, this room" he pointed toward the second on the right "is also
off limits. As are all those" he pointed out several more doors
"Thisroom will be yours." The third door on the left, he magically
opened it, Harry only got a peek before it was closed again.
"You will need a password to enter after today. I must know what the
password is; though if you think to keep me out rest assure I will
be able to break through." His eyes narrowed threateningly.
"Yes sir." Harry turned to the portrait of a smiling man whose red
hair looked strangely familiar.
"Hello there Harry Potter. What would you like your password to be?"
he asked his voice loud and jolly.
"Ah… Slytherin's suck?" he asked hoping that Snape would see the
joke.
"How very nice Potter, pick another," Snape said in his
you-are-an-idiot voice.
"Sorry, how about Lupus?" The portrait nodded his head, and Snape
said nothing so Harry took it as a yes.
"I have to leave, I want you to report in my classroom tomorrow
morning ready for instructional time, understood?" Harry nodded.
Snape left him, his robes again doing that billowing thing that he
must love to do.
Drama queen, Harry thought. He stepped into his new rooms. He was at
first surprised, he had thought the rooms would be decorated in
Gryffindor style. The room had been made for him and those were the
kind of colors he normally got, red and gold. These rooms had an
assortment of colors a lot of purples and black. Harry walked
further into the room, glancing at his trunk that was beside the
foot of his bed.
The bedroom was even larger then his at Headquarters, a large bath
appeared on his left again decorated in black and dark green. A
large four-poster bed was placed in the middle of the room. Harry
walked over, running his hands across the silver comforter; he had
never had one so luxurious. He grinned before jumping on the bed,
all thoughts of the upcoming summer vanishing as he laid on his new
bed.
Glancing at the rest of the room he was surprised to see another
door. He walked up to expecting a closet or something but instead
found a small hallway leading to three other doors. His curiosity
getting the better of him he walked to the first door. Large curvy
letters decorated it.
Draco Black Malfoy.
Malfoy? What the hell is he doing here? Harry asked himself. Trying
to open the door, Harry found it to be locked. He would come back to
this later he thought as he walked over to the next door.
Lucius Elias Malfoy
He tried again to open the door but found it unsurprisingly locked.
He turned to the next door.
Severus Hervicus Snape
He did not even try this door, not only did he not think it was open
but with the hatred that Snape had shown him and the warring that he
would be harmed if he even thought about entering his rooms without
an emergency in progress. He made his way back to his own door.
Harry James Potter blazing at him. This door opened without him even
touching it.
"Why? I don't want to stay here," Draco complained to his father.
Lucius only shrugged his shoulders and continued toward Severus'
door Draco followed with an angry thud to his steps.
"Father? Nothing else will happen, the whole incident with the maid
was a mistake I admit but it will not be repeated," He reached out
to his father, making him pause in his strides.
"I don't need to be baby-sat the whole summer by Sev," his father
again chose to say nothing; he glared at his son before continuing
on, his way of telling Draco that the matter has been decided.
His father had told him just a few hours ago, after the meeting
with… Potter… Draco felt a shiver run down his spine at the thought…
that the best thing for the both of them would be to stay at
Hogwarts, Draco's powers becoming too much for him to handle around
other people. As they came to the door they heard an angry curse fill the air,
followed a loud thud.
"Everything all right in there?" Lucius said, his voice calm but
Draco could see the laughter bubbling inside him.
There was silence then the door was flung open to reveal a
practically steaming Severus Snape.
"You are late." He said glaring at the two blonds.
"We are not, just on time actually." Lucius said as he pushed his
way inside. With a flick of his wand, he made the spilled and ruined
potion disappear.
"You are late" Severus said stubbornly.
"Either way a Malfoy is never late. Now you know why I am here,
correct?" his silver eyes bored into Severus' black ones.
"I do, and the Headmaster has been informed. Draco will be able to
stay here over the summer," He glanced at the door before he
continued.
"You however are officially not allowed to stay, but the
old fool will never know. Your rooms have been made; the house elves
have been hard at work all week." Lucius smirked; he loved pulling
things off under the nose of the old muggle-lover Dumbledore.
"Good, very good."
TBC