Hello. I was inspired by the response I got so I tried to update quickly. But please don't expect it so fast next time. It should be a week between updates so I can give you longer chapters.

Anyways, on with Chapter 2

DINNER

Harry dared not to breathe, in truth he couldn't if he tried; honestly the shock was too great.

Malfoy, Malfoy was at the Dursleys', Draco Malfoy; Muggle Hater extraordinaire was at Dursleys' to have Dinner? No that couldn't possibly be right!

Harry nodded to himself. 'That's right' he thought, 'there is no way Draco Malfoy would ever enter the home of a Muggle, let alone…' Harry paused his internal ranting a moment, 'Unless, unless it was a Plan, yes a plan, that's what it must be! It must be a plan to kill him or something equally Death Eater-y.' Harry's eyes narrowed, that little ferret, obviously he was continuing his fathers 'Family Trade.'

Harry pushed away the pain in his body; he needed to prepare. Damned if he was going to let Draco Malfoy kill him without a fight!

Draco looked at the house, like every other on the street, it was double story, brick and uncompromisingly ugly.

He glanced down to a piece of paper clenched in his fist and then back up to the house; there was no doubt, this was the place.

So with a small sigh he walked down the concrete driveway, to the front door, he put on his 'I'm superior to Everything' face and knocked on the heavy would front door.

The creature that answered the door, Draco was surprised to discover, was in fact a human. At first he had thought it some kind of troll. The man as was tall as he was wide, his pressed suit seemed to be bursting at the seams and he had more chins than Draco could count. His eyes were dark and beady and seemed to be swallowed up his face, all in all a truly unpleasant man. Looking up into those beady eyes, Draco could see a mean streak running a mile wide.

"Ah, Mister Malfoy I presume." the man said, as he moved to the side to let Draco in.

"Mister Dursley." Draco nodded cordially to the giant Troll, and to the people behind, who he assumed were the Trolls family; a tall thin woman with a long horse like face and a boy that looked like a carbon copy of the Troll.

Stepping inside, Draco was hit with a marvellously cool air coming from a vent in the ceiling, it was a very welcome relief form the thick and humid air outside, it seemed muggles were good for somethings.

"Welcome, Welcome," said the Troll moving to take Draco's jacket.

Draco handed it over to him barely listening to the greeting, mumbled a reply. It was then that, that horse faced woman spoke, insinuating that he was too young or some such crap. Before she could continue speaking such absolute rubbish, Draco levelled the Malfoy glare on her; cold defiance gleamed out of the icy glaciers that his eyes had become. The woman cautiously took a step back. The Troll hastily interrupted, trying to placate him as all good 'yes men' do.

Draco knew then. He hated these people!

Harry sat in the cupboard, a small screw driver in his hand, gently trying to pry open the cupboard lock. His tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, concentration pored out of his very being. Very slowly the latch on the other side of the door lifted and the cupboard door could be opened.

Carefully and in as much silence as possible, Harry gently opened the door. He then poked his head out, to check that the coast was clear.

Seeing that it was, Harry slid out of the cupboard, and then crawled up the stairs to Dudley's old second bedroom, it wasn't his and according to the Dursleys' it never will be, to retrieve his wand. Damned if he'd fight unarmed.

The room was small and littered with old toys, broken in one way or another, the only thing that belonged to Harry, was a trunk at the end of the small, dirty looking bed, with the letters 'HP' carved into the front and a large padlock holding the lid closed.

Harry swore softly, those Damn Dursleys' were trying to make sure that Harry wouldn't be doing any magic whatsoever, let alone Homework, these holidays. Stupid muggles.

Creeping over to the trunk, Harry grabbed hold of the lock and gave it a little rattle, maybe he could pick it.

Shaking his head at that ridiculous thought, Harry sighed and leaned against the trunk.

Harry glance to the bars on the window, almost expecting to see a large white owl gracing the window sill, but Harry knew she wouldn't. Hedwig was with Ron's family these Hols' due to the Dursleys' claims to 'get rid of' the bird if she dared to show up. Stupid, evil muggles!

Harry's eyes dropped from the window and back to his trunk, he was at a loss as to what to do. His wand and invisibility cloak were both in his trunk, and his trunk was very locked.

Barely managing the desire to rant and rave loudly, Harry clambered on to the bed, his breath coming in short pain filled gasps, he could no longer hold the pain back and with each of his short gasps the pain grew more intense.

Once on the bed, coldness seemed to seep into his bones and shook his body from the inside out. Teeth chattering, he gently wrapped himself up in the small woollen blanket that hadn't been washed in years. Harry closed his eyes and prayed once more for sleep to take him. Quite a few hours later sleep deserted him and Voldemort took him instead.

Draco didn't like muggles on a good day, but he truly loathed these particular muggles! They were rude, inconsiderate and ugly (that being their worst offence in Draco's opinion). The meeting was long and very boring, by the time Dursley had wrapped it up it was half past twelve and that damn Troll had actually given Draco something called Beer, a foul smelling alcoholic substance and Draco, though loath to admit it, had no stomach for alcohol.

Rising from his chair was harder then it seemed and staying on his feet was worse. The alcohol he'd consumed had made Draco's head swim and his body sway; he had to clutch the back of his chair to remain in an upright position. Once steady he threw a desperate glance to his jacket, hanging on a rack by the front door, or more to the point, his wand hidden in the jackets large pockets.

Draco sighed softly and turned to the troll, every inch of Draco hated muggles at that very minute and every inch hated the fact that he knew fifteen good sober-up spells and could use none of them in the presence of that damn Muggle.

Dursley ambled over to the coat rack and retrieved Draco's jacket, (Draco nearly had a heart attack when he thought of the muggle being anywhere near his wand) and brought it back, Draco thought it fitting, the man did remind him of a bulldog.

Taking his jacket from the troll, careful not to touch it in the same places, Draco turned to the man. "Mister Dursley," Draco swiftly threw the coat over his left arm and held out his right, "It's been a pleasure."

Vernon flushed at Draco's lie and gently shook the young man's hand. He had to admit, though Vernon did not prefer boys, this one was special; he had a beauty women would envy.

Truly the boy was stunning. He wasn't a big boy, he had a small lethe frame and seemed to be a bit taller then The Freak, so he was about 5"11 give or take. His hair was sleeked back, but over the course of the night a couple of stray strands broke free to frame his face, and what a face it was. Soft complexion with no visible blemishes, slim straight nose, high sharp cheeks that swept down to a slightly pointed chin, his skin was creamy white, even The Freak was darker then this young man. His hair was like silver blond silk, shiny and soft looking. But his most amazing feature were his eyes. They were blue, all shades of blue. One minute they were icy silver and the next cobalt blue and were absolutely stunning especially framed by such thick and lush eyelashes. Vernon has only ever seen one other pair of eyes that even resembled…No he would not think that Freak in any ways resembles this stunning boy.

Draco withdrew his hand and wiped it one his jacket, he'd be burning it when he got home, and turned toward the door.

"Will you be right to get home?" Dursley asked, his giant face resembled a tomato.

"Of course." Draco answered, but secretly he wasn't so sure.

Dursley moved in front of Draco and waddled to the front door, he was just about to open it when a scream echoed throughout the house, making Draco drop the briefcase he hadn't remembered picking up.

"That fucking Freak!" Dursley roared, the alcohol probably effecting his actions somewhat.

Moving faster then Draco would have guessed possible for such mass, Dursley headed for the cupboard under the, once there Dursley proved Draco's nickname of 'Troll' by grabbing the door and ripping it off the hinges.

The Troll roared again to find the cupboard empty. Then he threw his large body mass up the stairs, the house seemed to shake with every step.

Draco, his curiosity getting the better of him, followed cautiously. They reached a door, when another tortured scream came from within.

Dursley ripped open the door and pushed his way in, Draco followed. What he saw would never be erased from his memory. It was the memory that changed the way Draco Malfoy viewed Harry Potter.

There in front of him was Harry Potter, writhing on the small bed, his body arched and pain evident in his face. The boy was in tattered clothes, far to large for him, his inky hair was mattered and wet.

Harry screamed again, pushing The Troll into motion. He moved forward and grabbed the boy by the arm and yanked him up, Draco heard a sick popping sound as Harry's shoulder was dislocated, causing the boy to scream even more.

It was then that Draco saw Harry's face, bruised and speaking of weeks of abuse, it was then that Draco realise that the rumours were true. Harry Potter was not a god among muggles, but a boy suffering from years of abuse, much like Draco himself.

All of a sudden this boy wasn't Harry Potter The-Boy-who-lived, but simply Harry.

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