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a/n: I made a mistake in the last chapter!! I bashed my head against the wall when I read this sentence: 'Harry made a mental note not to hex him (Draco) as soon as they got onto the train.' This is wrong. It should not have the 'not' in it. (wow that sounds confusing.) It should read: 'Harry made a mental TO hex him as soon as they got on the train.' I have fixed it.
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Anyway, on with the chapter.
Harry and Draco were plopped onto the sidewalk in between two houses. Draco looked around the neighborhood, wondering which house was the headquarters. None of them fit the description he had overheard his father talking about one night. Draco never noticed Harry walk away as he absentmindedly looked at a lamp post across the street. It flickered on, a small haze of light surrounding it with the approaching dusk.
Somehow, the time had elapsed, but that is not what Draco was thinking about. He remembered that night perfectly. Voldemort was holding a Death Eater meeting and his father had offered to have it at the manor. He had wanted Draco to join, but he was terrified, and became ill. Lying in bed, Draco could not sleep. The time seemed to move unnaturally quickly.
Exactly midnight, when Voldemort was supposed to arrive, every fire was extinguished. Draco broke into a cold sweat has his fireplace suddenly hissed into dead ash. Without thinking, he looked over to his window. The curtains were open. Draco closed his eyes as his heart leapt up into his throat.
I thought I shut them. I could have sworn I shut the curtains!
When he opened his eyes, a tall man, dressed in all black, stood inches from his bed. Draco looked up at the snake like skull. Fear paralyzed him.
"I know your fears," Voldemort said, running a long bony finger along Draco's cheek, "every, last, one." He disappeared without a sound.
As the memory ended, Draco was again aware of where he was. He looked around for Harry, only to find himself alone in an increasingly dark and strange neighborhood. He was about to turn around when-
"BOO!" Harry jumped in front of Draco, and sent Ron and Hermione into laughter.
Draco screamed higher than a girl could ever dream to accomplish. Being shook up like that, plus the effects of his horrible memory sent his emotions on overload. Draco backed up a few steps, sunk to the ground in a ball, and uncharacteristically sobbed silently into his knees.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped laughing.
"I told you he's different," muttered Harry.
Hermione, hesitating a little, knelt down next to Draco. "We didn't mean to scare you that badly,…" she trailed off. Should she call him by his first name? He was so different.
Draco dried his tears and looked up at her with puffy red eyes. He looked over his shoulder to find what was unmistakably Grimmuald Place.
"How long has that been there?" Draco tried to sound cold, but it did not work.
"About fifteen minutes," Ron said. "We tried to tell you to come in, but you ignored us," he finished bitterly.
"Ok, we can go in now," Harry said upon seeing the headquarters appear. He started walking towards it, but realized he was not being followed. Harry turned around to see Draco staring, fixed at something across the street.
"Oy! Malfoy! Let's go!" Ron said from next to Harry.
Harry turned to see his two best friends beside him.
"We'll come back for him," said Hermione.
The three went into Grimmuald Place, leaving Draco behind. Having left the door open, they let themselves in and went to the bedroom for Ron and Harry.They could talk freely there.
Harry stopped at the door to the bedroom. "There are three beds in here," he said.
"I know," said Ron, as he shut the door. "That git Malfoy is sharing the room with us."
Harry slumped onto his bed. "I'm not sure what to think of that," he said at last.
"Why is he here?" Hermione asked, "Nobody told us."
Harry told them about Draco's arrival, and how he had decided not to join the Death Eaters.
"He's so different. Well, you can tell. Would the old Malfoy shed evena single tear?" Harry finished.
"I don't know about this," Ron said. "You were right! He could be a spy."
"You of all people should trust Dumbledore!" Hermione said to Harry. "After all he's done for you… Lets go see if Malfoy wants to come inside."
"Come on," Harry held out his hand to help Draco up. "There's food in there we can actually eat."
Draco looked suspiciously at Harry's hand and stood up himself. He wondered why they were treating him so nicely. Draco wondered if he should voice his question, and combine it with a sour tone to hide his concern. He hesitated, and then pushed past them to the front door. He tried to go inside, but the door had shut and locked.
"Nice job," he said sarcastically, "you locked us out." Draco reached up to ring the doorbell.
"Don't!" Harry, Ron, and Hermione bolted the last half of the lawn to the front door. Confused, Draco held his hand in mid air.
"Your all batty," he said as they reached him, and rung the bell.
Efforts lost, the trio froze. They didn't have time to say anything before the door swung open, emitting a horrible screaming. All four were pulled inside, shoved down the hall and up the stairs. Halfway up the screaming stopped. They were still, none the less, shoved into a room with three beds by a very angry Mrs. Weasley. She slammed the door shut causing more, yet ruffled screaming.
"WHO rang the doorbell?" she demanded.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at Draco, and stepped back. Draco glared at them, and then sent a chilling gaze at Mrs. Weasley, daring her to yell at him.
Mrs. Weasley immediately reacted upon seeing it was Draco who had done it.
"Oh, Draco, dear," Mrs. Weasley wrapped her arm around his shoulders. "It's ok, you didn't know." Harry heard the forced kindness in her voice, and how her eyes did not exactly sparkle when she smiled at Draco.
"Just, for further reference, try not to ring the doorbell. And don't make loud noises in the hall… Thank you dear," she squeezed him, and then added to everyone, "Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes." Mrs. Weasley walked out the door, and shut it quietly.
"Who was screaming?" Draco asked.
"Distant relative of your cousin's, twice removed… lovely singing voice… spayed…" Hermione trialed off, slightly confused.
"Wow," Ron looked at her with raised eyebrows.
POP. Two identical people appeared in the room
"Hey George, look what Harry found in the street!" Fred grabbed Draco by the back of his shirt and drug him over to George.
"Shame you got this one," George said, mock inspecting Draco. "You could have gotten a much nicer ferret at a store."
Fred held a struggling Draco by the arms. George used the tip of his wand, lit by the lumos charm, to look in Draco's right eye, up his nose, and in his mouth.
"Let me go!" Draco tried to bite George's wand when he stuck it in his mouth, but George was too quick. "Let me go you filthy trash Weasels!" The insult was weak, but affective. "Let me—ah!"
George poked Draco in the stomach with his wand. This reduced Harry and Ron to hysterical laughter, and they sunk to the ground.
"Shut up!" Draco directed towards them. George, motivated by their amusement, decided to poke more.
"Hey!" Poke- forehead.
"Stop!" Poke- knee.
"Stop it!" Poke- shoulder.
Draco could deal with the pain, but this form of torture was completely new to him. It wasn't exactly embarrassing—it was just weird.
"Poke in the right places and that can pass as sexual harassment," Hermione wanted to see the twin's reaction to this statement.
Fred and George laughed, and George took aim a bit lower…
"No!" Draco folded to the ground causing Fred to let go. Once he was free, Draco ducked out from between the twins.
"Ha!" he said, now on defense. "We can fight properly now."
"Fight properly?"asked Fred.
"As far as I can remember, you're not of age and can't do magic outside of Hogwarts," said George smugly.
"That doesn't mean I won't fight," Draco reached for his wand, however; it was not there. "My wand! Where is it? Who took it? Potter!" The six occupants of the room (including the blank picture frame of Phineas Nigellus who was quietly snickering) watched in amazement as he went rapidly from one mood to another.
"Oh yeah," Harry said. "I never gave that back." He reached into his back pocket and drew out both wands. Harry looked from Draco to his wand and back again. He smiled, and replaced the wands in his pocket.
"Potter," Draco stompedover to him, "give me my wand back." He held out his hand.
"Why? It's not like you're going to use it. You're still underage." Harry smirked and folded his arms.
Draco considered his options. He could either continue to verbally fight, or tackle Harry to get his wand back. He'd probably end up tackling him anyway, and Harry was looking quite defenseless with both wands stored away and his arms folded. Draco lunged forward.
Both boys git the ground with a loud thud. Ron, Fred, and George immediately jumped in on Harry's defense.
Hermione gasped. "Stop! Stop fighting!" She tried to pull whoever was closest out of the pile, only to have him rush back again.
"FREEZE!" Mrs. Weasley had come up to tell them dinner was ready. She was not very happy with the scene. "Stand up, all of you!"
The boys stood up, and Harry quickly slipped Draco's wand in his pocket.
"Malfoy tackled Harry, Mom," said Ron.
"We were only helping Harry," said George.
"He stole my wand!" Draco pointed accusingly to Harry.
Harry faked surprise, "No I don't," he reached into his back pocket. "I only have my own." Harry pulled out a single wand to show Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley folded her arms. "Draco," she said, "your wand is in you pocket."
Draco, slightly surprised from being addressed by his first name, looked down. Sure enough, a long skinny wooden wand poked out of his pants pocket.
"What-?" Draco said. "But, it wasn't there before! He- he-" Draco pointed to Harry again with a loss of words. Harry smirked back.
"Dinner is ready," Mrs. Weasley said through clenched teeth. "You have," she looked at her watch, "exactly two minutes to be at the table. A second later and you will go without it tonight."
Mrs. Weasley wrenched the door open, stepped out, and slammed the door shut for the second time that night.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, Fred, and George stood looking at the door in a slightly stunned silence. Then simultaneously, they lunged for the door.
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