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Golden Dreams
Chapter One
Harry was listening to Dudley playing on his new video game. Whatever it was, it was by far the loudest yet. The worst part was that if Harry was to ask him to turn it down: A. He'd have to smell the horrible smell of cigarettes. B. He'd get punched in the face. C. He'd get Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia yelling at him. Or D. All of the above.
"Think of Hedwig. Think of Quidditch." He held his pillows to his ears, trying to drown out the sound. He was tired of always being the person pushed around everywhere. He was sick of following orders everywhere. Even at his haven, Hogwarts.
"Think of Ron. Think of Hermione. Think of anything." He was whispering to himself. Going near insane by being overly protected, people always wanting to know the next move, even he didn't know. Always worried, always expecting the worse or best, always expecting everything to fall on his head.
"I have to get out of here!" He finally yelled, hoping that nobody heard him. No one probably would have heard him had Hedwig kept quiet. But Harry's yelling disrupted her and her screeching was heard downstairs. Before he knew it, Uncle Vernon had his hair in his hand.
"I have company downstairs!" His face had that familiar purple tint to it, "Quiet boy! And shut up that pigeon!" His uncle's loud front steps left the room and went downstairs. Why had Harry gotten in trouble for Hedwig screeches that only happened once in awhile and Dudley's videogame, which could be mistaken for a plane take-off, wasn't even recognized for being on 24/7?
"I have to get out. I have to get out. I have to get out." Harry repeated over and over. He was packing, without thinking. There was no more need for thinking about this. He was doing this.
His feet hit the soft ground of the garden below his window. His footsteps echoed in the cold darkness of the night. Where would he go? Ron's? Hermione's? Where did they live exactly? He couldn't walk that far. The night bus? His decision was made for him as a pale, blonde boy held a wand to his back.
"Where are you going, Potter?" Draco asked in a whisper.
"Leave me alone, Malfoy." Harry commanded, angrily. It wasn't that fact that he was caught that made him angry, it was the fact it was Draco who caught him.
"You know, Potter, I always thought this is how it would end. You at the tip of my wand." His grip tightened on Harry's arm.
"Let go of me, Malfoy!"
"That's not very polite," The wand was pushed harder into his back.
"What do you want, Malfoy? To kill me? Will that make you sleep better tonight?" His green eyes flashed with anger.
"No," He seemed to think for a moment, "Come to my house. My father will decide your punishment." He smiled slowly, "He's still angry at you."
The Malfoy's house wasn't like Ron had described it. There were no bats flying around, no weeds spilling out of every window, or any other ridiculous thing Ron said. It was large (Predictable, considering they were rich), the gardens look neat, the only animals were those in cages, but even those looked well cared for.
"What's wrong, Potter, never seen a house?" Draco laughed rudely. It was becoming dawn and the boy seemed only more determined to bring Harry to his father.
"Draco, your father and I have been worried sick." A pale woman, most likely Draco's mother, hurried out. She was wearing a pale pink nightgown with her hair flowing freely down her shoulders.
"I'm sure father was so concerned," Draco answered, his voice filled with sarcasm, "If you don't mind, I'm going to take Potter here to father."
"Draco Malfoy you will do no such thing! Your father is finishing up an important meeting and…..Harry Potter?" Instead of hate or malice, it was….worry, "Draco, take him to the shed, now! Don't let your father see!" She hurried into the house like a frightened rabbit.
"Well, Potter, you'll be staying in the shed until my father finds you." His face, on the other hand, had hate and malice. Harry felt ropes tightening around his wrists, "I'm not letting you get away." Draco said as an explanation. Harry was shoved into the shed, the door shutting quickly, hiding him from the danger. Yet, he knew, every moment that he was in Draco's home he was in danger.
It was nearing afternoon when they finally came to get him. It was Draco's mother, in a proper dress now. She wasn't exactly goddess beautiful, but she was attractive.
"We must get you cleaned, dear. The shed isn't exactly to tidiest room." She smiled and with a flick of her wand the ropes on his wrists were gone. He didn't move at her gesture to follow.
She saw his hesitation and said, "My name's Narcissa, Draco's mother. I'm sorry, but you must get ready." She put her hands on his shoulders and led him into the house. His eyes didn't even have time to adjust to the light before he was taken away by the servants.
"What should he wear? Velvet?" One asked.
"White? Black? Silver? Gold?" Other's put in. Coats and pants flew everywhere as they tried to find the perfect outfit. Various shirts were held up to him before he was taken away and stripped of his clothing. He was put into a bath and scrubbed until he was sure every speck of dirt was gone from his entire body. When he was taken out, after being frightened at so many people washing him, he was put in a soft, white robe
"Now, do something with his hair!" A tall woman added. They attacked his hair with combs and hair spray.
"It….it….it doesn't….it doesn't do….anything!" He shouted over the fuss.
They abandoned his hair and started to cure the bruises that had come when Dudley decided to use him as a human punching bag. His glasses were taken away and inspected for the type. After realizing that there was no way they'd be able to get a new pair, they returned the glasses. Though, they had cleaned them. Why they were doing all this was still a mystery.
At last, when he thought they'd put him in the suit everyone was fretting about, they gave him a toothbrush. This was the only thing they let him do himself. Then after making sure he flossed between every tooth and used mouth wash a dozen times, they put him in the suit. It was black with a white silk shirt underneath. Then, finally, the servants left and Narcissa came in.
"You look perfect," She looked relieved and his transformation from faded pajamas to gentleman, "Come now,"
"Where am I going?" He asked.
"To a dinner party. Lucius is holding quite a banquet for some of his important friends. He requests you come."
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