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"What is it Hermione? What did you find?" Ron asked eagerly, all traces of sleep disappearing from his voice.

"Read this paragraph! It's exactly what we need!" Hermione exclaimed joyfully.

"'Another popular method of transportation in the wizarding world is using a portkey. Portkeys are magically charmed objects that, at the certain time specified, transport you from one place to the next in a matter of seconds. The objects that are used as portkeys are normal, everyday household items such as an old boot or an empty beverage bottle. These items are used so as not to create suspicion in the Muggle world. Portkeys are mostly used by families with children who do not yet know how to apparate…'"

Hermione finally interrupted him and said excitedly, "Isn't it great? We're finally going to get to see Harry! You're a genius Ron!" She jumped at him and gave him a hug that could easily beat any hug his mother had ever given him.

"This is great and all Hermione, but I already knew all of this. And I still don't see what any of this has to do with Harry."

"Oh silly," Hermione sighed exasperatedly, "We're going to get to Harry's by using a portkey!"

"Yes, let's just waltz into the Ministry of Magic and say can we have a portkey to Number Four, Privet Drive please? Like they're really going to do that for us. And it's not exactly like we know how to make one of these either."

"Well, keep reading and you'll see."

"You were the one who interrupted me!"

"Just read!" she commanded impatiently.

"Fine," he said reproachfully. "'To make a portkey is really v4ery simple for talented witches and wizards. All you have to do is clear your mind and focus on the place you want to go and what time you want to leave. Then you say "Portus' while pointing your wand at the object you are using.'"

"There you go- we can make a portkey ourselves. All we need is an old boot or something."

"Alright, I guess this will work. I'll go out to the garage and see what there is; there's bound to be something seeing as my dad is obsessed with Muggles."

And with that he left, leaving Hermione to page through the book and make sure they hadn't missed anything. A few minutes later he walked in with an old, dirty, battered up baseball and said, "Will this work?"

"It's perfect. No one will ever suspect that it is magically charmed. Now let's get to work!"

The day after Draco had arrived, Harry was taking a long, hot shower (while his uncle was at work) to ease all the pain. Draco had been poking around the room when he found a loose floorboard. He pried it up and looked in the hole. There was a photo album, a few cakes, and all of Harry's school books in there. Draco grabbed the photo album and flipped it open. What he saw surprised him so much that he didn't even hear Harry walk in. The man in the picture seemed to be an exact replica of Harry, just older, and the woman --- her eyes; they were the exact beautiful shade of emerald as Harry's. He wondered who these people could possibly be.

"I see you've found my private hiding place," Harry said, slightly amused. Draco jumped about two feet in the air at the sound of his voice. Upon seeing this, Harry chuckled.

"You scare easily, don't you?"

"No I don't! You just…startled me. Yes, I found your hiding place; I hope you don't mind that I poked around a little," Draco said as his heartbeat was returning to its normal pace.

"I think you did a little more than poking around a little. But no, I guess I don't really mind."

Draco seemed relieved, "Um, yeah, sorry bout that. I have a question though, who are these two, wait, there's another, three people?

Harry walked over, took a glance at what Draco was talking about, and completely froze. Draco tried to get his attention, but Harry seemed off in a different world. His eyes finally focused and he shook his head.

"Sorry bout that, must have zoned out. Never mind about these silly pictures; they aren't interesting," He grabbed the photo album and stuffed it back under the floorboard before Draco could ask any more questions.

"Well, what do you want to do now?" Harry asked a bit too brightly.

"I don't know. Do I hear a stampede coming up the stairs?" Draco asked.

Harry burst out laughing but stopped when someone stopped outside his door.

"I don't believe you've met my cousin, Dudley," he said sullenly.

At that moment Dudley walked in, took one look at the wand in Draco's pocket, screamed, covered his fat ass with his plump hands, and ran backwards out of the room, falling down the stairs as we went. Harry burst out laughing again, not only because of his cousin, but also because of the horrified shock written on Draco's face.

"Wh…wh…what was that all about?" Draco asked shakily.

"Gosh, even my idiot of a cousin can tell when someone is an ugly little bastard like yourself."

Draco glared at Harry and replied, "First of all, I'm not ugly - I'm beautiful. Stop your laughing! Second of all, my parents were married when I was born, thank you very much. Now, really, what was that all about? Is your cousin psychotic or something?"

"My cousin is just a spoiled, overweight bully. He acted that way because he saw your wand and figured you were a wizard."

"What's wrong with me being a wizard?"

"Well, you see, Dudley had a little encounter with Hagrid about five years back. When Hagrid came to bring me to Hogwarts in 1st year he also brought me a cake. As you can imagine, Hagrid lost his temper with my uncle and Dudley just happened to be eating that cake of mine. Hagrid gave Dudley a pig's tail; well, actually, he meant to turn him into a pig, but I guess Dudley was already too much of one."

After this was explained Draco started laughing hysterically. Harry just leaned against the wall and shook his head while chuckling.

"I get why it's so funny now! I find of see how you can like Hagrid." Draco gasped between short bursts of laughter.

"Yes, well, you can stop laughing anytime now. There isn't really much to do around here though, so I don't know of anything to amuse you with."

Draco finally stopped laughing and said, "Well I certainly never expected to be having this much fun with Harry Potter- Golden Boy of Hogwarts."

"And what is that supposed to mean?"

"That means that our personalities have never really matched and we're pretty much archenemies. Which is really too bad, I was starting to have some fun here; I think that we could have a great friendship."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying? That you, Draco Malfoy- Son of Evil Death Eater, want to be friends with me? I'm amazed and, actually, just a little repulsed."

"Yes, I want to be friends with you especially because I'm going to try to turn my life around. I've wanted us to be friends for a long time; the only reason I ever picked fights with you was because I was jealous of what I thought you had. I now know that you have a pretty crappy home life with your uncle, even if you aunt does love you. I'm sorry for anything nasty that I ever said to you or about you."

Harry was in a daze after taking all this in. Malfoy apologizing? Wanting to be friends with him? Turning his life around? This is definitely weird, where did all of this come from? Harry thought everything over and decided to give Draco a chance; you never know- Draco just might turn out to be a halfway decent person.

"I'll give you a chance, but I'm not entirely sure that this is the best decision of my life."

"Thank you so much Harry!" Draco cried in delight while he jumped at Harry and gave him a hug. Then he stepped back, a horrified look on his face as if he had just realized what he had done. "Er, I mean… Thank you Potter," Draco held his hand out for a handshake.

Harry took the hand and said, "Yeah, whatever. Just please don't hug me again Malfoy."

"I think that can be arranged," Draco replied jokingly. "So, uh, friends?"

"Friends," Harry confirmed. "Now, I just thought of something that might amuse you. Follow me."

They left the room and snuck into Dudley's. "What do you think of this?"

"What the hell? That's the most disgusting thing I've ever seen!"

"Dudley, what are you doing?"

Lacerta-Well, hope you liked our third chappie. We've been working really hard and we deserve credit. Please send any form of review, even flamers! Just read and review.

Augurey-Yes, hope you liked it. And we have been working hard. Oh, sorry for the cliff, just had to put it in, lol. Well, that's all for now Bye!

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