A/N: This chapter has been sitting in my files for weeks now and I have yet to have the chance to complete it. I have lately, however, felt bad about making you all wait while my life settles down. So I'm posting it now and I'll make the rest of the chapter into the beginning of the next chapter.

CH2: Malfoy Manor

Strong arms wrapped around his neck, causing him to choke and sputter. "Manda!" Harry gasped, trying to pull her thin arms away from his airways. "I'll see you again soon. Promise! I'll even come home for Christmas this year, no matter what. Ok?" She tightened the grip.

Elle tugged on Manda's arms. "Let him go, he's turning blue," she stated matter-of-factly and finally succeeded in dislodging the girl. "However," she continued, turning her eyes on the relieved Harry, "if he breaks his promise I see no reason why we shouldn't enact some kind of revenge."

Harry went pale as the other girl advanced at him, but Elle only gave him a slight hug before pulling away. "Now, have a nice time with your friends and make sure to write loads of letters."

"I will," he swore, picking up the end of his trunk and dragging it down the hall, where he knew Miss Weston was waiting to take him to the Leaky Cauldron. "I'll miss the two of you. It's just not the same without you around."

"We'll miss you, too, Harry!" Manda said, stifling back a sob. "Now go before I try to choke you again."

Harry chuckled and the girls pushed him from the room. "And take care of my sister!" Elle called as she watched one of her best friends walk away.

Harry entered the dimly lit pub after bidding good-bye to his caretaker. He took a deep breath and sighed. He might love his friends and miss his home when he was away at Hogwarts, but nothing could replace the magical world for him.

"Why, is that who I think it is?" called a voice through the nearly empty place. "Well, yes it is. Mr. Andrews, I believe."

Harry smile and approached the old barkeep. "How are you, Tom?" he asked, sliding onto a stool.

"Fine, fine," he replied, passing the young boy a drink. Harry reached in his pocket for money, but Tom stopped him. "No, no, it's on the house."

"Thanks!"

"Speaking of houses," Tom continued as he rubbed down the bar with a cloth. "Where did you end up?"

Harry looked up from his drink. "Which house did I end up it? Ravenclaw."

"Congratulations, I – " He was interrupted by the flash of fire on the left wall. Harry smile as he watched his best friend step forward gracefully from the Floo.

"Sorry I'm late, Andy," he apologized as he walked over, brushing dirt off his robes.

Harry jumped down off the stool. "Not to worry, I just got here." He turned and smiled at the bartender. "Tom, this is my friend Draco Malfoy. Draco, this is Tom." Harry watched as Tom started slightly at the last name, but grinned and shook the boy's hand.

"It's very nice to meet you."

"You too," replied Draco. "Well, we've got to start going. My mother is waiting for us with lunch."

"All right. Bye Tom!" Harry grabbed a pinch of Floo powder and dropped it into the fire.

As he was whisked away, he heard Tom cry out, "I'll see you next summer, Andy!"

Harry hit the floor on the other end of the Floo with a thump. He quickly rolled to the side, just barely clearing the way before Draco followed.

"All right, Andy?" he asked, sticking out a hand and trying not laugh at his friend's disheveled state.

Harry glared at his smirk. "I'm fine." He stood up and brushed off, about to deliver a scathing remark when he noticed where he was.

The high arched ceiling was covered in a giant mosaic of tile, the many colors swirling around in a never ending pattern. Softly shining chandeliers hung on gold chains, the candles bathing the room in a rich glow. The walls were covered in rich tapestries, each one portraying a majestic scene. It was like a castle. It was like Hogwarts … only much, much fancier.

"You live here?" Harry asked, wide-eyed.

Draco laughed at the look of amazement on his face. "Yes. Come on, Mum's waiting in the dinning room."

Draco led Harry by the arm down a long hallway, carpeted in the softest red rug Harry had ever felt. He just wanted to lie down on it and sleep forever, but his friend's insistent tug shook him out of his daze.

"Why am I" Yawn "so tired?" Yawn. Harry could feel his eyes drooping.

"It's a spell," Draco explained, trying to exit the hall quickly. "My ancestors put it here to deter anyone who was not of Malfoy blood or name from walking down in. I can walk down it unaffected, but it causes anyone else to fall into a deep enchanted sleep."

"Why would they" Yawn "do something" Yawn "like that?"

Draco shrugged. "They were a crazy lot."

Finally, they reached the end of the corridor and turned into a large room. Harry felt suddenly wide awake. A long, gold plated table stood before him, glistening in the light from the many torches bracketed on the wall.

"You eat here?"

"No usually." He pointed to a small door off the side of the Hall. "Mum likes to eat in there. She says this room makes her feel tiny."

"I can see why."

They went into the side dinning room. At the small glass top table by the window was a woman that couldn't be anything other than Draco's mother. She was tall and elegant, with white blond hair piled high on her head and piercing gray eyes. She looked up when they entered and gave a wide smile.

"You must be Andy," she said, standing up and engulfing the boy in a warm hug. "Draco has told me so much about you." Releasing him, she peered down into his strangely colored eyes. "I'm Narcissa Black."

"It's very nice to meet you, ma'am," Harry said politely. There was a tickle at the back of his mind at the sound of her name, but he pushed it away. He was sick of getting to know people because of his power as the Silver One; he wanted to get to know people because of who they were.

"Oh no, honey, call me Narcissa. Now let us have some lunch."