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Chapter 15: Christmas Invitation

Draco walked into the Ministry of Magic and looked around, his face frozen in a display of utter disdain, although he was having a somewhat good time. Pansy was with him and they were jesting about the new guy, Derrick, while their tour guide for this business trip ranted on about all the benefits of working for the Ministry.

"And over here is our office of Muggle Artifacts. Some of you may know Mr. Arthur Weasley." He pointed to tall middle aged man with red hair and an exhausted air about him.

Draco's head spun around in the direction the guide pointed and saw Mr. Weasley directing a death glare at him. Draco absently noted that the normally cheerful man, with the happy light in his eyes, now looked rather tired and aged. To put it kindly, Arthur looked like he lost a round with the flying truck that could be spotted sometimes.

Draco sighed as he realized the whole demeanor of the man was scary. Then he snarled when he realized someone had just jabbed him in the shoulder and it hadn't been Pansy. He glared as he looked around and saw the thing that had dared to touch him.

Pansy looked at the beefed up muscle man with the brown eyes and then looked back to Draco. Her face was impassive, but her eyes sent him the message that something was wrong here.

Draco looked carefully and noticed that although the muscles indicated someone around 30, the boy was approximately their age. The jacked on steroids look, or more precisely a potion that bulks you up, hadn't done the boy any favors. Then it clicked that Draco was looking at one of the new boys at Hogwarts; this one was Carl if he remembered correctly. Then he shrugged because he really didn't care. The kid wasn't in Slytherin so he was of no significance.

Neither was the other boy with him. Another American import, this one also had muscles but they were not exaggerated by potions that should have been classed as Dark. It was the person behind the bodyguard that was of interest.

Here was another seventeen-year-old, like the tall beefcake named Carl, but this guy was tall, stringy, and had a looming demeanor. The boy could have been a male super-model the way he pranced around with his cute little glasses (The latest craze from America he had informed them shortly after he arrived.) perched on his thin, straight nose.

He was the new Harry Potter of Hogwarts; fresh from America, having just jumped away from the latest (legal) portkey. Dumbledore's new right-hand man, and by the looks of him, he was taking the job more seriously than what Harry had.

This guy was the 'thing' Draco had dreaded that Harry would become after their first year. Here in front of him was a real snob who had no problem whatsoever of abusing his status. Draco found himself creeped out just a tad bit! Obviously, Mr. Super-sexy was affecting Pansy also, and not in the way he probably wanted her to be. Looking around, Draco noticed that most of the Slytherins near them were cringing and shuddering with disgust.

His mind flashed back to the boy's introduction. The Great Hall had been silent; almost dreading what was to come. Everyone had noticed that Dumbledore had regained his twinkle and was looking his happy self again. That made them all twitchy, even the Gryffindors. Draco, in particular, felt like something big was about to happen.

Whimsically, he had whispered to Pansy, "Any minute now a man who looks like Harry Potter is going to jump out from around the corner and yell, 'Gotcha!'"

Pansy blinked lazily at him. "And, anyone with an ounce of intelligence is going to believe this will happen?" As Draco wrinkled his nose at her, she cracked a piece of bubblegum that Hermione had given her, in his face.

Just as she finished cleaning the mess off her lips with her tongue, the door slammed open and two people entered the Great Hall. Hoods were pulled up to cover their faces from the fresh winter snow soaking into their rapidly warming cloaks. The body standing behind the first one looked like a great lump of black looming behind the one dressed in green.

Pansy looked at Draco in shock and couldn't hold back the gasp as the smaller of the two whipped his hood off and smiled at everyone. The assembled students had all squeaked in surprise. She closed her mouth and returned her attention to dinner as the hall soon became alive with the sounds of whispering. "Isn't that the guy from…? Hey, it is… Whoa… He's hot!"

Draco had listened for several seconds before warily returning his gaze to the new people, as did Pansy, Hermione, Blaise and Dean; the two Gryffindors had switched houses without bothering to be re-sorted. Surprisingly enough, the Slytherins accepted Hermione and Dean. They took them in, and as one girl put it, "We like having our own two personal do-gooders. They are a great help with homework."

Hermione listened to the idiocy sweeping the hall for a few bit before leaning toward the group and saying quietly, "That is Derrick Ferdeline. He is the Junior Champion Dualist in America. I wonder what he is doing here."

Draco had a dreadful suspicion of exactly why he was here. He couldn't help but hiss, "Probably has to do with getting certain people back in line." His eyes swept the table and within seconds the whole of Slytherin understood the implied threat.

They all watched as Dumbledore rose from his seat and made his way around the head table, arms open in greeting. "Mr. Ferdeline I welcome you to Hogwarts." It seemed that Mr. Ferdeline had a twitch for when Dumbledore neared him, his right eyebrow jerked at every word.

Ferdeline had waited until Dumbledore stopped speaking then elaborately opened his arms and bowed to him and the student body. "And, I greet everyone in Hogwarts."

The damn twinkle in Dumbledore's eyes seemed to flare as the crowd roared it's approval of Derrick. It seemed that the rest of the school finally caught on to who he was, or in other words, to whom he was going to be replacing.

Draco recalled himself to the present with a nicely aimed elbow in the side, compliments of Pansy. When he blinked at her, she nodded towards where Derrick seemed to want his undivided attention.

"You really should watch where you are going, Rat." He said before running his hands through his perfect hair. "Our group must stay together, and you need to pay attention. It's not everyday we have an opportunity to see this fine establishment. You should be thankful that they are even letting someone like you in the building." Derrick's mouth was twisted into a sneer as he finished his pep talk.

Draco just closed his eyes. There were way too many people around for him to Cructicus the idiot. He was seriously wondering why he had even decided to come on this trip to begin with. He already knew what his career was going to be. So why did he come here? Oh, that's right…Pansy had dragged him along. He felt a bit remorseful that Hermione had refused to come; explaining that she had to study for classes, and knew Pansy would not come without one of them.

He almost burst out laughing when Pansy muttered, "Where does he get off on calling you a rat? Everyone knows you are an albino ferret!" Her indignant voice was quite the comic relief.

"Nothing to say?" Derrick jeered. "Don't you know when a superior talks to you, you are supposed to say, Yes, Sir!"

That guy was pushing all of Draco's wrong buttons. Draco couldn't stand the pompous prick and the only reason he hadn't been hexed to the ninth level of hell was because he had promised Pansy that he would be good. Somehow she had known that 'HE' was going to be coming along and had made him swear to her.

"Really? I didn't know that children had that right." A soft voice next to Draco chimed in.

Draco turned and smiled at the beautiful young lady standing there. She had long dark hair and a smile that made his heart speed up. He could tell by the way she cocked her head to the side that she was wondering why he hadn't set the asshole straight. And then his smile broke loose as he recognized her scent.

"I'm sorry. What?" Derrick added, completely oblivious to what she had said to begin with. She had apparently caught his eye also. But then, most everyone was looking at the girl in the too tight jeans, black dragonhide ankle boots, and a black zip-up hoodie that only allowed a small peek at a delicate collar bone. Her hair was half swept up while the rest of it trailed down her back messily, small silver-blue tea roses tangled in it.

She smiled gently at Draco, and he returned her smile as he pulled her closer with an arm around her shoulder. "Long time no see, Gorgeous." He murmured throatily.

Pansy was totally taken aback. "Who the hell is she?"

The girl wrinkled her nose at Draco's greeting but her smile got brighter.

Derrick's eyes flared. How dare Malfoy interrupt when he was trying to formally introduce himself to a girl! "My name is …"

Her slender, blue veined hand came up. "I already know who you are." She didn't sound too impressed and the other's faces formed an "OH" look.

He bit his lip and glared at Draco. "You do realize that only Hogwarts students are allowed on this tour?"

Malfoy looked up and smiled disturbingly at him before saying. "This is a former Hogwarts student."

Derrick turned on his heel, but in the process he managed to touch the girl's forearm. His eyes darkened and he couldn't suppress the glare he shot at the couple who seemed to be oblivious to him. They appeared to be preoccupied with each other but they exchanged a dark secret smile that told the other that they knew exactly what had just taken place.

DHDHDH

Voldemort was in his south chamber, pacing around the room silently. His minions would have laughed to see him; a hand under his chin, a finger gently tapped against his cheek, while thinking silently to himself.

"Why don't you think about this: Who is supervising who here, my dear friend?"

"That's right! All this time I thought I had the upper hand. I knew where the boy was, I was content to check on what he was doing, I put a little fear in him… Now it seems that the whole time, he was the one supervising me." IT seemed like he had no hold, but the boy was right, if he let him out in the world, he might upstage him and get to the Ministry of Magic before he could. Or, he could let the boy stay with him and together they could help each other with the MoM.

"I need to find a base line of just how twisted the boy really is. It appears that he would go to great lengths to make sure he is the best; even though his physical body looks quite frail, his mind is not. Almost everything the boy does is in secret. I need to know what other mysteries the Potter boy has within his grasp. What other things hide beneath that weak looking little body?"

HDHDHD

Harry sighed into his pillow. He wasn't comfortable, but then again, who would be now

That the whole frigging Death Eater community now knew who he really was? He looked at his hand and noticed that his veins were still pumping green magic into his blood stream, just like poison. He knew in a somewhat mental way exactly what that meant, but he didn't curse at himself. He just smiled and traced the wrist line.

Harry thought for a minute before he sat up on his bed and leaned over to open the drawer of his night stand. He quickly assembled a potion, a knife and a bowl. He poised the knife above his wrist, and then cut a deep slash in it. He didn't take pleasure or pain from it; he just knew that it must be done. He silently watched as his wrist dripped the green substance along with his own blood, one was thinner than the other. Once his blood returned to its normal color, he took the potion.

The loss of blood caused Harry to feel dizzy and he fell backwards a bit quickly. The bowl shifted slightly and some of the blood splattered on his face as he raised his wrist upwards to watch it heal. The green line was gone.

Harry nodded, satisfied with himself, even if gentle movement hurt to do so. He then pulled his hair up with shaky hands and put it in a ponytail before picking up the bowl with his discolored blood in it. He needed to dispose of it down the sink before someone here got hold of it.

From the bathroom, Harry heard the light tap on the door, and then a creak as it was opened. Snape came in and looked on the bed to see a tiny blood splatter; he raised his eyebrows in shock but said nothing.

Harry came back into the room and nodded as Snape murmured a 'good morning' at him. "So, what are we going to do today?" He asked in between yawns.

Having been a teacher for many years, Snape actually understood the boy. (Hey who said being a teacher had no perks?) "The meeting, you have been invited." He said.

Harry just raised an eyebrow, but threw on a warm cloak anyway before following Snape out of the room. This meeting was about the Book of Grudge, and it was only for the elite, but apparently he was invited. He smirked at the inane thought, 'I have arrived'.

Severus breathed a sigh of relief to see that they were the first ones in what everyone referred to as the Cloud Room. It was always better to get there before everyone else and just wait.

The only piece of furniture in the room was Voldemort's chair, so Harry made his way over to it and sat down beside it. He rested his head on the arm of the chair and closed his eyes.

Snape watched over the boy, feeling his fatherly instincts hammering away inside him. He was beginning to feel like this a lot around Harry. The little brat never seemed to make up his mind of what kind of mood he wanted to be in, he was completely unpredictable, and most of the time he was disrespectful, but he was one of those children that screamed to be loved and it seemed Severus' lot in life to answer that scream.

Eventually all the elite Death Eaters promenaded through the door. Most of them looked exhausted, obviously not morning people at all. Only a few were chipper, or at least their version of chipper, which was a good comparison to the sun being hidden behind the big snow clouds that threatened outside.

There were eight of them all together; ranging the spectrum from old to the youngest being Harry. Snape was never quite sure what made one qualify as elite…considering the way some of them acted. As he watched, an older woman made her way over to Harry's slumped over body and shook him gently.

"Agatha, don't do that. He might freak out on you." A younger man spoke. "I was here yesterday and saw what Potter can do." He didn't want the older woman to get hurt because she was oblivious.

"Awwww… even though he is probably insane, you have to admit he looks like an angel when he's sleeping". She said in a soft voice. Apparently she knew all along.

"Please don't say that." A wizard with crazed eyes and a mane of wild grey hair begged. "He is the enemy no matter what situation he is in."

The older woman just shook her head and murmured, "POSH!" to him.

The whole time, Harry didn't stir. He looked like he was wrapped up in his own hair, a blanket of sorts, while he crossed his arms as if looking for warmth and comfort.

The woman patted his head lightly, and after giggling at the small twitch from the sleeping child, she took her position on the other side of the room.

Voldemort came sweeping into the room through the door, making Snape wonder vaguely how the frail, old man could move with such a swift pace. Voldemort sat down in his chair heavily; steepled his hands, and looked around the room. He blinked at the sight of his sleeping comrade and quickly looked down while his scaly eyebrow lifted, or at least what was supposed to be his eyebrow, lifted.

Had anyone bothered to look they would have seen absolute mirth in the old man's eyes. It had been several years since he had been treated to such insubordination and he had to admit that coming from this little boy, it felt good. He didn't bother to wake Harry up. 'Might as well let it go.' He thought, his mind still reeling from the other night. He honestly had no idea how to treat the kid; this one kid who, he decided, had single-handedly turned his mansion up side down.

"Let us proceed." He said to the grey-haired man.

The man flicked his wand and a picture appeared. "This is the map I gained from a book. It took over a month of research but I finally pinpointed where the first arrow should be. It is located close to the top of the highest mountain in the world."

He looked around to make sure everyone was still listening when he heard a chair scrape. Harry had shifted slightly and was now leaning toward Voldemort. Rather than comment, he went back to his presentation. "Mt Everest is 29,035 feet high and is located in the Himalayan Mountains: they separate Asia and the Indian Subcontinent."

He almost lost his train of thought as Harry shifted again and Voldemort raised his hand and adjusted the sleeping boy into a more comfortable position. The old wizard left his hand lying on the young one's head. He stammered slightly and went back to his speech. "I'm sure that if we get a team of three, we can climb it and dig around for the cave. According to the book, the cave we are looking for should be located on the side where the sun sets."

Voldemort sat bemusedly beside the sleeping boy, wondering if he should wake him up or put him to bed properly. He felt at times like a father when this child was in his presence, at other times like an older brother. Right now it just felt like he should be paying more attention to the lecture than the boy, and yet he wasn't…

"So, I would like to ask permission to have Theta and Calve come with me to Mount Everest."

He was interrupted by a small voice. "Mount Everest is not the tallest mountain in the world. Besides, this time of year you would only die of hypothermia or perish in a blizzard if you tried climbing that high." Harry had not moved from his position, arms still crossed, although the hand placed on his head twitched.

Since only Harry's mouth had moved, although it was set in a sleepy grim line, it took the lecturing wizard a few seconds to realize who had spoken. "What?" He snapped in an annoyed tone. He was the recognized geographer of this group and did not appreciate the child's interference.

"The tallest mountain is underneath the ocean. It was made by a volcano more than a thousand years ago. That's why the Mediterranean gained more water and covered up so much of Sicily." He yawned and cracked an eye open. "The mountain you are talking about is only 29,035 feet tall and the tallest mountain is actually 31,000 feet tall. That makes it 1,965 feet taller than Mount Everest."

The geographer glared at the presumptuous little wizard until he finally opened the other eye. "Do you know what was found there, back in the 1940's?" He asked innocently.

Everyone looked at the map of the Mediterranean the man automatically conjured. No one was quite sure of what the kid was going on about.

Harry stood up, the relaxed hand on his head having slipped away when it's owner went into shock. He pointed to where the alleged mountain should be. "There! Now, do you remember what was there?"

He looked around when no one answered and shook his head in frustration at their 'dead fish' look. "The Dead Sea Scrolls?" He shook his head encouragingly at the zoned out wizards. "HELLO!" He waited a few seconds and gave them another clue. "They were found by a witch in the 1940's. She also found something else that they assumed was part of the Scrolls. A lone little arrow; neatly packed into the scrolls."

He smiled at everyone, it was an odd sort of smile that gave him a rather superior look. His eyes also told a completely different story from what his mouth was saying.

"But, aren't those scrolls in the Metropolitan Museum in New York?" Agatha asked. She was smiling happily. Her job, in Voldemort's organization, was to find out information from records, anywhere at anytime. She was versatile; her day job was listed as an Interpreter.

Agatha was hard pressed not to laugh. She was thoroughly amused by the kid. He had spunk, even if he did look kind of sad, she thought.

"Ah! Yes! But, someone asked to borrow it. They wanted to learn about ancient magic." Harry's smile became so demonic that it scared even Snape.

"The Ministry of Magic!" Voldemort hissed.

Harry toned his smile down slightly and nodded. "I bet you don't know if they have it, or even where it is now. Do you? What kind of a group do you have anyway?" He asked impishly as he turned his back to everyone staring at the map, a daring move, if anyone understood what that meant.

DHDHDH

Harry growled to himself as he moved along. How the hell did he get stuck actually doing the dirty work again? He hadn't actually intended to act like a showoff, but it had come off as that and now he was paying for being pompous. The trouble was, although he knew what he was doing, kind of, he knew if he showed any kind of weakness, the Death Eaters would all treat him like crap. He had no intention of becoming like Wormtail.

Harry thought about how he wanted to present himself. He didn't want to do the Dr. Jeckel/Mr. Hyde routine. Dumbledore does that; one minute he looks like an innocent little lamb, and the next he was a demonic old git. He couldn't suppress the chuckle at the thought of being grateful to Dumbledore for giving him his split personality.

His hair was starting to get in his way so he decided to put it half way up. While he was standing there primping, he took stock of what else could pose a problem. In reflection, the shirt he was wearing wasn't the best choice; it could get it the way simply because it was so baggy. All he had on over top of it was a zip up hoodie. He just knew if had to go through any ventilation shafts he ran the risk of getting caught on something. He knew his pants were sufficiently tight that he could crawl with ease.

He sighed and gathered up his name tag from the slot before making his way into the Ministry. Glancing at it, he saw that it did not say, "Hello, Harry Potter, Welcome to the Ministry of Magic" because he was using a different name.

He didn't need to stop at the desk to have his wand weighed either so he avoided having one of those stickers that told people who he was. He passed by the check point without being stopped so apparently the witch working the security desk either didn't need to stop him or the wards couldn't actually sense the wand.

Turning to the left near a corridor, he ducked behind a black rose bush. As he watched several Seventh Years from Hogwarts were heading his way. He immediately imagined he was staring into Draco's impossibly beautiful eyes although he knew that Draco couldn't see him. He didn't move until the group passed his hiding spot and disappeared down another corridor.

Once the group passed him, Harry took off down the corridor. Ducking into the correct stairwell, he pulled his invisibility cloak out of his pocket and slid into it. A minute later he was standing outside of the room he needed to get into. He could see from the activity inside that the door was being monitored so he found a good spot and settled in.

He didn't have long to wait before a frazzled looking witch came storming past and crashed the door open. He quickly darted inside and began observing the team of people looking at the scroll. He almost cooed when he saw the prize he had come after right next to him. He inched forward and grasped it but a series of memories flashed by his mind. :

A woman running towards a the sea, she clutched the scroll towards her chest, but it was not the chest that she was covering it was the arrow, the scroll was nothing to her, just a silly little story she made up, but the arrow is what counts, she jumped off the cliff once the guards got to close to her, her roman dress flying upwards, but still covered her, she looked like a fallen angel. You could even hear the anguish, although oddly enough, she did not scream as she plunged into the sea. Her heart skipped a beat, but she kept swimming downwards, swimming swimming. Her breath was starting to constrict, her lungs burning, her ears popping, then bleeding. But she finally made it. The last kick of her legs landed her into a cave, The cave was an air pocket that would allow her to breathe but her body was crushed; damaged from the too swift descent. She couldn't push herself up and then the scroll fell down to the caves where it was dry and would be safe for many years while her hand slipped away in the gentle tug of the ebbing tide. Her body to float to the bottom of the Mediterranean Sea

A man with great power sat in his chamber on his high throne. He clutched the last three scrolls that weren't destroyed. He cast one last spell on them and they scattered to different parts of the world.

A little girl, started to throw fits because her father wouldn't give her the arrow so that she could see what Daddy was studying.

A man of about twenty had the scroll in one hand, trying to keep it away from evil, so they couldn't use it. He kept it on his body until he died.

Harry dropped the arrow, the visions too much of a shock for him. It also told him what its life was and also why Wizarding kind had died protecting it. He had the feeling that maybe the arrow was way too powerful to be brought into this war.

A woman who was working on translating part of the scroll turned around just then and saw the arrow on the floor. She picked it up and put it on a shelf, quite high up and definitely out of most people's reach

Harry almost screamed, "DAMM MY HIEGHT!" It took all his self control not to roar like the little lion he was. He stared at the where the arrow had been placed. "SHIT!" He thought again. There was no way in hell he could levitate the wretched thing off the shelf without triggering a magic ward…

Finally, he jumped up on the counter and moved his hand up several shelves. He only just reached the arrow by standing on his tippy-toes. Then he almost fell when he tried to get down again. Eventually, he was successful and slipped the arrow into his shirt before zipping up his jacket.

He headed back out the same way he got in. Once in the corridor, he checked to make sure he was alone before removing the invisibility cloak and stuffing it quickly into his bag. As he began walking down the hallway he thought that the whole mission had been way too easy. He didn't know whether he liked that idea or not.

As he neared the lobby he heard one of the Hogwarts students speak. He looked toward the voices from his position near the wall and observed the transaction; for some reason that voice was causing shivers down his spine.

"Nothing to say?" Derrick sneered. "Don't you know when a superior speaks to you, you are supposed to say, 'yes, Sir'?"

Draco's face was set in a grim line and Harry could tell that he was purposefully trying not to say anything. Harry knew he was supposed to go straight back to the mansion, but he knew he couldn't be this close to Draco and not help him. The little surprise of seeing him might make the blond feel better at the least.

Besides the fact that Harry really wanted to see those dull grey eyes light back up with that molten silver glow that he was sporting last time Harry saw him. "Really, I didn't know children had that right." He said in a soft voice and watched as Derrick tensed up.

Harry pretended he was not paying any further attention to Derrick as he smiled up at Draco. He hadn't realized until he was staring up at him, quite how much he had missed the other boy. The dreams he had about losing Draco usually had him crying out loud, but seeing him was just the sweetest thing.

"Long time, no see." Draco murmured throatily at the sexy creature in front of him and watched as the fear and longing magically disappeared from Harry's eyes.

Harry couldn't seem to do anything except smile. Draco was definitely bringing out his smoshy side! Then he almost lost it as he caught sight of Pansy out of the corner of his eye. She was standing there looking totally stricken.

Derrick interrupted their reunion by loudly clearing his throat and starting to introduce himself. Then stood there in shock as Harry snapped, "I already know who you are."

The other boy, realizing that he was not going to get Harry's attention, returned his attention to Draco and started in again. "You do realize that the only people allowed on this trip are Hogwarts students?"

Malfoy looked up from his new friend and smiled disturbingly at him. "This is a former Hogwarts student." He supplied casually.

Derrick turned on his heel, but in the process, he managed to touch Harry's forearm. Draco noted that while Derrick's eyes had darkened in lust, Harry's eyes had obtained a feral gleam that did not bode well for the American Don Juan.

"It would seem that this is the final day." Derrick was garbed in a green cloak, covered perfectly by flowers. His hand was raised and a vine was slipping through it.

"Pity I don't really like to kill people." Harry replied. He was dressed in black and white, with Reddic was wrapped around his neck. A torn vine was also clutched in his hand, tearing away at his skin as it slithered on his hand.

Harry didn't say anything, but he felt the other's eyes still glaring holes into his hoodie. He turned his attention back to Draco, reaching up on tiptoes, he pressed a kiss on his lips before whispering, "I have to go now." His eyes had lost their sparkle as he mentioned them parting.

"OK." Then Draco's sexy grin caused Harry to gasp in pleasure as he whispered in his ear, "You look really good as a girl."

Harry glared as Draco giggled. "What do you mean? I dress like this all the time." He managed to whisper even as he lowered back to the balls of his feet.

Draco pulled down the hair from its half ponytail and showed him a rose that was caught in the tangle of hair. "You do too." Then the rose ghosted across his cheek as Draco's voice dropped lower, "But, maybe it is because you're looking so hollow." Draco realized that his love was not eating properly or getting enough sleep.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?" Pansy roared at them.

Harry and Draco both jumped. They had completely forgotten about everything except each other.

"Unnmm, I can explain." Harry muttered.

Pansy ignored him and turned to Draco. "Not only are you getting these letters from a strange lover, now you're with another GIRL." She took a sobbing breath of air before launching back into her tirade. "Don't you have any feeling? You just lost someone who you loved and now you're with this hussy?" Pansy snarled as she pointed a red tipped claw at Harry.

Harry had to admit he was just a little bit scared of Pansy right now. He was also flattered that she thought so much of him that she would yell at her best friend in public for not being remorseful.

"Pansy, it's not what you think." Draco trailed off with his explanation. He couldn't very well tell her that the girl she was all worked up over was Harry. Especially with that stupid git standing there watching.

"AAAHHHH!" Someone down the corridor screamed and suddenly an alarm went off.

Harry's eyes widened. They must have finally noticed that the arrow was missing. He grabbed Draco by the collar, pulled him down for a deep kiss, and then dashed for it. He hastily created a portal into the muggle world, jumped into it without looking to see what was there, and landed in a heap right on top of a great fat biker dressed in black leather and a pith helmet, who was just settling down to start his Harley. He quickly apologized and ran for it.

Harry was startled to hear a roar and flesh hitting flesh (he knew that sound only too well from his time at the Dursleys) and whirled around to see Derrick jerk away from the biker and make a lunge toward him.

Derrick had followed him through the portal and was running at him in full speed. Harry jumped on top of a trash can, focused his energy on the soles of his feet and bounded upwards. He was soon on top of the building, making his way across the roof tops.

Eventually, his senses told him that he was safe, so he slowed down and looked around at the tops of the buildings, grey skies, and solitude. Deeming it safe, he activated his portkey and returned to the manor. This time he landed on top of Lucius who just happened to be sitting on his bed, waiting for him to return.

The older man rolled the brat off of his now prone body, and sat up. "Potter!" He chided gently.

"Sorry." Harry said as he stood up and pulled down the zipper to reveal the arrow.

"You look like you have been in one hell of a run!" Lucius said as he looked at the boy. He straightened his tie and refastened the clasp of his cloak that had come undone in the unscheduled roll on the bed.

"Tell me about it." Harry giggled like the girl he supposedly was. "Here. Deliver this to the big green baby, alright? I'm tired and I need to do some thinking."

Lucius took the proffered arrow then grabbed the boys wrist, lifted and turned it. "I know where this came from." It was the scar on his inner arm that Wormtail sliced open to bring Voldemort back. "But, where did this one come from?" He asked as he pointed to the fresh cut.

"Experiment." Harry said quickly. "No need to worry though, I am fine."

Lucius raised an eyebrow before hissing. "Don't disappoint my son." After tucking the arrow away he pulled out a letter and smacked it into the hand he was still holding.

Harry jerked away and disappeared into his bathroom. Letter clutched in his hand, he sat down on the toilet and tried to contain his shaking. "Merlin! Why do they keep making me vulnerable like that?" He whimpered to himself as he looked around the room in search of some comfort. Finally, he regained enough poise to open the letter.

Dear SH,

How are you? Everything is fine here. Sorry I had to give this letter to my dad to deliver to you, but apparently they are now checking where we are sending our letters. Hermione is fine, I know if she KNEW you were alive she would send her love. Pansy enjoyed that little parlor trick, she still flabbergasted. She is also trying to figure out who you are; or, who I'm writing to. I decided that I will tell her day after tomorrow since you said I could do it slowly. I don't want anyone to have a heart attack.

There is a new guy at school. He's worse then you were in first year.

"Hey!" Harry said laughingly. "That was low."

Don't give my letter that look! If I remember correctly, you were a brat! But, then again, so was I! Ah, is it not fun when we reminisce? But, anyway, you should pay attention to him. I think that he might be a little problem. The girls fawn over him and guys want to be like him…he seems to be a combination of both of us. He generally stays alone, except the big brute you saw him with today. He is Dumbledore's new lackey at least that is what it looks like. I don't have any proof, but I still wanted to warn you.

Oh, and also, I was wondering if you would like to attend a party we are hosting at my home? Several of father's acquaintances will be there. The party is the first night of vacation from Hogwarts and some of my friends will be staying over once in awhile though the whole two weeks. You can meet my family. There will only be about ten of us and I'm sure my cousins won't hurt you…too badly! SO, give your reply to Father and he will inform me of your decision. You will also need to give him any letters that you write to me. You will write to me, won't you? Please?

Love,

FF

Harry smiled, he would love to spend the two weeks with Draco. All he needed to do was tell Voldie where he would be, no big deal, right? He quickly scratched out a short letter chastising Draco. He fussed about being told he looked like a girl, because he most certainly did not! He made sure to put an evil little face next to the girl part to emphasize his point.

He had a hundred questions about this Derrick character and asked Draco to keep updating about him regarding him. He also wanted to know about some of the teachers; what was going on with them? Then he added, 'I know that the Slytherins always have the inside scoop.'

After finishing the letter and getting cleaned up, he went looking for Lucius. He wanted to let Draco know as soon as possible that he wanted to spend the holidays with him…regardless of what the green guy said.

HDHDH

Back in Hogwarts, A blonde girl from Ravenclaw giggled as she left Derrick's private room. As soon as she left, his bodyguard came in to see how his charge was doing. The bed was a mess and the boy was in a rumbled state. His bodyguard smirked. "That was the second girl I saw leave here this evening, pleased with herself. Tell me what you are so excited about."

Derrick stood up and began putting his PJs back on in front of the other boy. It was obvious that going through two girls already hadn't calmed him down. "I met my match." He stated simply.

When Carl raised an eyebrow in question, Derrick laughed and started to get comfortable before elaborating. He sat down on the bed and patted it to indicate that the other boy sit also.

Carl looked pointedly at the tent in Derrick's PJs before sitting down beside him. "Tell me all about it."

Derrick grinned and began to speak. It didn't take him long to convince Carl that sex with the two girls just hadn't been enough. Somewhere in between removing each others clothes and sliding into the now totally revolting bed covers, he mentioned that the beautiful creature that they had seen at the Ministry was quite agile and was in good command of her magic. The two of them would do to have a talk with Mr. Malfoy soon regarding the state of his lovelife and whether he wanted to remain functional…

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Lupin had decided to remain at 12 Grimmauld Place and had begun cleaning around the house. There was still much to do from the last time the Order had been there. He hesitated to admit that he was hiding out, much preferring the idea that he simply did not want to be found. There was enough food in the pantry to last for several weeks so he decided to stay and clean the house as a thank you to Harry.

The woman in the picture was silent, her curtains pulled wide open, and Lupin was sitting in front of her on a stool, his ankles crossed and they were having a discussion. He was currently enquiring about what she wanted done in the house.

Teary eyed, she told him the little details she knew her son wanted done. Mrs. Black told him how to remove the family tree from the wall, and even what to do to free her picture so that she could be removed from the lobby and be hung beside her husband's portrait in one of the upstairs hallways.

Remus nodded. He wasn't happy about it, but he would do as she requested.

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