-1Chapter 3

"Draco? Are you ready boy? It is time to go." Severus transfigured several bags to become small and dropped them into his pockets. "I have all of you luggage. What is taking so long!"

Draco was only half listening to his godfather as he wandered around his now bare room. The Ministry was finally taking things over for investigation. Severus had made sure to remove all Dark Art Artifacts to his own un-plottable home to keep them safe. He also arranged for the law wizards to boggle the Ministry down with papers to help keep Draco's estate intact. The Ministry had wanted to seize it and claim it was made through Dark Businesses. Fixing a stray hair, Draco finally removed his person from the room and walked down the stairs.

"I'm ready now." He stated with disinterest. He had no feeling left ever since his mother had been declared insane and sent to rot in a prison cell at Azkaban. He always loved his mother. She is the one who had saved him from the Dark Mark.

"Fine. Touch this book in…3.…2.…1.…." The Porkey activated as Draco touched it with this forefinger. The tug at his midsection almost caused him to lose his lunch. He hated this form of travel. It always made him look so disheveled and peaked.

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Ten minutes later…

"Where are we Severus? Is this a….muggle neighborhood!" Draco cried, appalled.

"Hush your trap boy. Of course it is. Do you really think that the last of the Death Eaters would think to look for you here? Now follow me." Draco mumbled some not so nice comments under his breath but followed on command. "Where are you taking me anyways? Will there be others there? Will I have my own room? I better have my own room!" Draco grimaced at the thought of not having his privacy. That was one of the main things he liked about the island dwelling he stayed at during the Final Battle. Silence.

Severus ignored the annoying youth and stopped abruptly in the middle of the sidewalk and turned to stare at a couple rundown muggle homes. "Were here."

Draco looked up to find a destitute lot. Noting the rotting garbage smell. "Where is here exactly?"

Severus handed Draco a small bit of parchment and told him to memorize its contents. When Draco nodded and tried to hand the paper back it burst into a flame and turned to dust. Draco gave a little yelp and sucked on his thumb where the paper had burnt him. Severus smirked and started towards the house that lay in front of them.

Draco started as where once lay a blank lot, now had an old tudor styled house. Severus walked up to the black-painted door and used the silver knocker to relay to whoever be inside they had visitors. Draco took in the sight and then sauntered behind Severus to wait for entry. The little knocker was ancient looking. It was the shape of a twisted serpent that looked ready to fall off at any moment.

Probably would. I would be surprised if this whole establishment didn't fall in on itself and crush me.

Draco was interrupted from his thoughts as the door opened. Draco had no time to decipher the situation before he was pulled inside and the door was shut and barred. "What is the meaning of this? Severus, your playing one cruel joke you know?"

Severus rolled his eyes in exasperation at the boys antics. "I believe you remember Remus Lupin then. Good, no exchanges needed. I have somewhere to be. So if you will excuse me…" As he made turn to leave, Draco reached out and grabbed his robe. "Don't leave me here Severus. He's dangerous! And I hear other voices! Who else is here? Have you gone mad old man!" Draco was about to panic and then nearly fainted as the voices grew closer and his most hated rivals were coming down the stairs.

"MALFOY? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" The Weasel drew his wand and the mud blood Granger held him back.

Severus pulled from Draco's grasp and stood between him and Weasley's wand. "Mr. Weasley. Put your wand down now! If you had been paying attention at the meeting last night instead of making eyes at Miss Granger, you would have heard that young Mr. Malfoy would be staying here until other arrangements were made. Now I suggest you go about your business! And I better not hear about you bothering Draco!"

"I don't have to listen to you anymore you know! Your not my teacher any longer SNAPE!" Ron became red in the face and Hermione gasped at his forward display of ignorance. "Ron! Please. Let's go. We were on are way to get Dumbledore for Harry remember. RONALD!" Hermione shook him slightly and he nodded without dropping his gaze from Severus.

"How dare that insolent little brat….I thought Molly taught her children better." Severus turned towards Draco. "I believe Lupin can show you your room from here. Don't argue Draco. I will be back tomorrow."

With that, Snape took his leave and with flourish all of Draco's packages rose from his pockets and up the stairs to his designated room.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the werewolf and fingered his wand that stayed hidden in his sleeve. "After you."

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