Golden Dreams

Chapter Two

He was taken to the dinner room. Draco had joined them at one point of time in their walk and had that smug look on his face as Harry looked at the artifacts hanging from the walls.

"Ah, here's my family now," Lucius said to a man standing next to him. Instantly, Narcissa and Draco smiled. Harry wasn't sure to follow their example or run.

"You know Narcissa, my lovely wife." He linked arms with her, "And my son, Draco? I don't believe you've met." He gestured to his son. The man took Draco's arm and shook it furiously. Harry was pleased to see it had made Draco's arm ache.

"And who is this, Lucius? I don't believe you have another son?" Letting out a bellow of a laugh, the man clapped Lucius on the back. Lucius gave a thin-lipped smile.

"No, Norman, this is Harry Potter. He'll be staying here to help us with the 'Project.'" Lucius put a gloved hand on Harry's shoulder. A chill went up his spine. Lucius was up to something and, whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

"Welcome aboard!" Norman said, letting out another loud laugh. These people looked familiar. Dark and light. Wizards and witches from all over. There were many that Harry had seen in the Daily Prophet! Mr. Weasley had said that the Malfoy's usually gave money to get favors. What sort of thing did they have in mind?

"Well, I believe we should start the meal." Lucius announced people sat down in what seemed to be assigned seats. Draco seemed to be angry, for what reason though? The thought was pushed from Harry's mind as he realized that he had nowhere to sit.

Narcissa also realized this and charmed one to go by Draco, "Come, Harry, sit here." He obediently sat, "I'm sorry that we overlooked that." She did indeed look sorry.

Though Draco got even madder, "Getting friendly with my mother, Potter?"

"Excuse me?"

"Do you fancy my mother?"

"No! She's just being nice to me. Jealous, Malfoy?"

"I get enough attention." His voice got soft, "Sometimes."

Harry got frustrated, either with Malfoy or confusion from the evening, "What is with you? Are you going mental? First you say your father doesn't care about you, now you're ignored? Draco, you are the most spoiled boy that ever lived!"

"Spoiled? My father gives that stuff so I can flaunt it around Hogwarts. It's only to show the Malfoy's are rich. It has nothing to do with me!"

"Whatever." Harry said, not believing a word of it, "Now, what do we do?"

"We wait for father to say it's alright to eat, which usually takes forever. Then, after dinner, we hear a speech on the newest details in father's life. Then the fat idiots kick us out to talk about top secret stuff."

"Nice explanation."

"It's true! I never get to stay. I'm lucky to stay at the dinner or I'd have to go into the kid's dining room." He stopped his other explanation when his father stood up.

"Friends, I thank you again for coming tonight. I haves more news when dinner is finished so….let us begin!" Lucius sat down again. Immediately servants began to place dishes on the table. Lucius's short 'speech' proved that Draco was exaggerating.Harry, realizing how hungry he was, smiled despite the strangeness of the evening.

"My idiot father didn't bother to feed you, did he?" Draco asked.

"Okay, tell me, why are you angry with your parents?" Harry asked, putting food on his plate.

"They think I'm a child." Malfoy said, following Harry's example of getting food.

"You're a Deatheater." Harry remarked. He suddenly remembering that it was Malfoy's fault that Dumbledore was dead.

"They made me do it. I never wanted to be one. I thought I could get through to my father that I was grown up. I guess I screwed up." He smiled at finally letting out his secret. Even if it was to his enemy, it felt good.

"Yeah, think how it made everyone else feel." But Harry couldn't help feeling sorry for him, at least a little.

"I didn't kill him."

"I know. But you're the reason he's dead."

They stopped talking to eat. Harry was a bit uncomfortable at all the people staring at him, but tried to ignore it. The food was soon finished and the dishes taken away.

Lucius stood again, "I have heard news of the new Headmaster of Hogwarts. We all know the passing of Albus Dumbledore." There was murmured agreement, "Well, for the position of Headmaster, they are considering Sebastian Nollington, Alexander Charmall, and Remus Lupin."

"The werewolf?" A witch with a large pink hat shrieked.

"As I said, they're considering." He cleared his throat, "Now, I ask you that we stop charming objects just to annoy the ministry. They are becoming suspicious." Laughs erupted throughout the hall. Harry remember that Mr. Weasley worked in that department and, in the moment of remembering, realized that he was getting information that he never thought he'd know.

"Finally, we have news that You-know-who has moved once again," He smiled at his son's surprised look, "I have forgotten to mention, we shall have two more members joining us. My son and heir, Draco, and Harry Potter himself."

"I never agreed to any of this!" Harry announced loudly, "Your son kidnapped me and you forgot to get me out of a shed until this afternoon! Then you have me spend hours getting ready for this dinner and, not to mention the times you tried to kill me, are trying to get me to join your cult to kill more people!"

"Listen, Harry," Narcissa stood by her husband, "We are sorry about the past, but we're trying to save the future. You see, when Lucius escaped Azkaban he heard of Draco's position as Deatheater. The dark lord promised he'd leave Draco alone, should we become his followers."

"So, you're trying to stop Voldemort." Harry asked. As usual, people gasped at the name.

Lucius nodded, "Yes, Mr. Potter, that is correct. Draco was in danger when he was a child and we gave him our service to save our child."

Harry blushed red with embarrassment, "I didn't know." The meeting continued.

"Well, he is hidden in a forest. Of course, we don't know where, but our trackers are on it." Obviously getting back to talking about Voldemort, "We cannot find out by Deatheater meetings anymore because he is becomingsuspicious of traitors. His suspiciations have caused him to hold the meetings at ourown houses. I caution you to be careful and should a traitors be in our mists that you know about,I ask of you to tell.So we have to settle with the little amount of news we have." He signaled that the meeting was over and the servants began returning coats to the guests. Harry felt Narcissa taken his hand and help him through the chaos of people.

"Congratulations," She whispered when they were out. She kissed Draco's forehead and squeezed Harry's shoulder.

"Um, were do I go?" He asked looking at all the rooms.

"Draco, show him his room." She said to her son. Draco rolled his eyes as she kissed his forehead again and left.

"She's such a bother sometimes." Draco commented. Harry thought she was rather nice. She wasn't as Ron had described her either. She wasn't as pointy as fire pokers or as snake-like as a serpent. She was just pale and thin.

"Just tell me where to go, I can find it." Harry decided.

"You think so? You'd get lost in my house." Draco laughed again, "I'll show you the way." They were soon at Harry's room and Draco seemed to linger at the door.

"What is it, Malfoy?" Harry reminded him that no matter where they were, they were still enemies

"Okay, listen. Since we're going to be living together I think that were should be more civilized toward each other." Draco actually looked like he was telling the truth, "So what do you say?"

"I don't know. Sure. Whatever." Harry fell back on the bed. Draco nodded and left the room.

What am I doing? The thought suddenly struck Harry. Why was he accepting kindness from the Malfoy's. No, more importantly, why was he starting to trust Draco? This was by far one of the weirdest days he ever had.