Updated as of 2/02/19
A/N: Please note I use scenes/parts from the book to make chapters longer and because I wish certain parts had been in the movies. This is also long to make up for the previous chapter being so short.
Harry was flipping through the album Hagrid had given him the year before, in his room; his actual room, with an actual bed, a window and everything. It was Dudley's old 'Toy Room'. Hedwig, in her cage, screeched and rattled the cage a bit.
"I can't let you out, Hedwig. I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school," he said with a frown at the padlock his uncle had put on her cage. "Besides, if Uncle Vernon-"
"Harry Potter!" his uncle shouted from downstairs.
"Now you've done it," Harry said to the owl. He closed the album before heading downstairs. He opened the door to the kitchen where his Aunt was finishing up a cake.
"He's in there," she said when she saw him. "Vernon?" Harry went into the living room where his uncle was fixing Dudley's tie.
"I'm warning you, if you can't control that bloody bird it'll have to go."
"But she's bored! If I could only let out for an hour or two," Harry said. Vernon laughed.
"So you could send secret messages to you freaky little friends? No, sir."
"But I haven't had any messages from any of my friends. Not one... all summer." He thought at least Fiona would have sent her father's owl with a birthday card or something of the like but he hadn't seen an owl besides Hedwig since he'd left school.
"Who'd want to be friends with you?" Dudley asked.
"Fiona's my friend," Harry said giving the boy a glare.
"Yeah and where's she?" Dudley asked.
"Her family's on vacation..." Harry said with a frown. Dudley scoffed and bumped his shoulder as he passed by.
"Probably to get away from you," Dudley muttered.
"I should think you'd be a little more grateful," his uncle said. "We've raised you since you were a baby, given you the food off our table, even let you have Dudley's second bedroom, purely out of the goodness of our hearts."
"Not now, Bopkins. For when the Masons arrive," Aunt Petunia said when Dudley went to take something off the cake.
"Which should be any minute! Ahem...Now let's go over our schedule once again, shall we? Petunia when the Masons arrive you will be...?"
"...in the lounge, waiting to welcome them graciously into our home."
"Good! And- and Dudley, you will be...?"
"I'll be waiting to open the door!"
"Excellent!" The three stood together and faced Harry. "...And you...?"
"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist."
"Too right, you will. With any luck, this could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career. And you will not mess it up!"
…
Harry headed upstairs as the doorbell rang. He could hear Vernon greeting the couple as he headed to his room. Harry opened his door and stared in shock at the creature jumping on his bed.
"Ha- ha- ha! Ha, ha! Ho, ho, ho! Ha, ha!" The creature stopped when he noticed Harry standing in the doorway. "Harry Potter! Such an honor it is!"
"Who are you?" Harry asked after closing his door.
"Dobby sir, Dobby the house elf."
"Not to be to be rude or anything, but this isn't a great time for me to have a house elf in my bedroom."
"Oh, oh yes, sir! Dobby understands! It's just that, Dobby has come to tell you- it is difficult, sir. Dobby wonders where to begin?"
"Why don't you sit down?"
"S-sit down? S-sit- sit down?" Dobby seemed taken aback by the very thought. He stepped off the bed and started to cry. "Oh, oh, ho. Oh, ho, ho... Oh, ho, ho. Ohh, ho, hoo..."
"Dobby, shh! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend you, or anything."
"Offend Dobby?" Dobby turned around. "Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but never has he been asked to sit down by a wizard… like an equal."
"You can't have met many decent wizards then."
"No, I haven't," Dobby admitted with a smile that quickly faded. "That was an awful thing to say," he said as he walked over to the dresser. He started banging his head against it. "Bad Dobby!"
"Stop, Dobby!"
"Bad Dobby!"
"Dobby, shh!"
"Baaad Dobby!"
"Dobby, please stop!" Harry pleaded.
"Bad Dobby. Bad Dobby!"
"Stop! Stop, Dobby. Please be quiet!" Dobby stopped, holding his head and wobbling a bit. "Are you all right?"
"Dobby had to punish himself, sir. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir," Dobby explained as he pushed Harry's chair towards the bed. Harry sat down on the bed as Dobby climbed up to kneel on the chair.
"Your family?" Harry asked.
"The wizard family Dobby serves, sir. Dobby is bound to serve one family forever. If they ever knew Dobby was here...ooh... But Dobby had to come. Dobby has to protect Harry Potter. To warn him. Harry Potter must not go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year! There is a plot, a plot to make most terrible things happen."
"What terrible things? Who's plotting them?"
"Ooo... er... can't... say... argh..."
"Ok– I- understand. You can't- say," Harry said quickly. Dobby quickly looked around and stood on the desk before grabbing a lamp and hitting himself in the head with the bottom of it.
"Don't make me talk, I— Errr..."
"Dobby! Dobby, put the lamp down."
"Bad Dobby."
"Give me the lamp!" Harry hissed as he tried to wrestle the lamp away from the elf. He heard Uncle Vernon coming up the stairs and looked to the door. "Dobby stop!" He managed to pull the lamp out of his hands and put it down. He grabbed Dobby's shirt and brought him over to his wardrobe.
"Let me go!"
"Get in there, and keep quiet!" He closed the wardrobe door just as Uncle Vernon burst into the room.
"What the devil are you doing up here?"
"I- I was just—" Harry pushed the door closed as Dobby slowly opened it.
"You just ruined the punch line of my Japanese golfer joke!"
"Sorry." Harry pushed the door closed again.
"One more sound, and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy! And fix that door!" Harry pushed it closed again.
"Yes, sir..." Uncle Vernon left and Harry opened the wardrobe. "See why I've got to go back? I don't belong here. I belong in your world, at Hogwarts. It's the only place I can be with my friends!"
"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter?" Dobby asked.
"Well, I expect they've... been- hang on- how do you know my friends haven't been writing to me?"
"Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby. Heh- Dobby hoped, if Harry Potter thought his friends had forgotten him," he pulled out a stack of letters. "Harry Potter might not want to go back to school, sir."
"Give me those, now."
"No! Ahh! Ooh..." Dobby put them back into his rags before running out of the room. Harry chased after him. Dobby stopped downstairs when he saw the cake Aunt Petunia had made.
"Dobby, get back here!" Harry whisper-shouted. Dobby snapped his fingers and the cake started floating. "Dobby, please, no."
"Harry Potter must say he's not going back to school!"
"I can't. Hogwarts is my home!"
"Then, Dobby must do it, sir, for Harry Potter's own good," Dobby said before snapping his fingers again. Harry rushed out past him. He reached out for the cake, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley all noticing him and the cake." Dobby snapped his fingers and it fell onto Mrs. Mason's head.
"I'm so sorry! It's my nephew- he's very disturbed. Meeting strangers upsets him. That's why I kept him upstairs!" Uncle Vernon apologized.
It was a few nights later, after Uncle Vernon had barred Harry's windows and placed many locks on the outside of his bedroom door, that Harry woke to an odd sound. It sounded almost like a motor. He grabbed his glasses and stood at his window. He saw a flying car come at the window, its lights shining into the room. Harry backed up as the car turned and relaxed when he saw it was Ron, Fred and George.
"Hiya, Harry!" Ron said.
"Ron! Fred. George. What are you all doing here?"
"Hey, don't forget about me!" Harry looked to see Fiona in the back with George.
"Fiona? I thought you were on vacation with your parents," Harry said.
"We were supposed to get back two months ago! Things kept going wrong. We'd miss our bus or lose things… it was a nightmare! I finally sent Ron an owl seeing as he responds to them. Then we learn from both our fathers that you'd received an official warning for underage magic in front of Muggles. You know better!" Harry's eyes widened seeing that she was upset with him.
"F-Fiona I-! I didn't-!"
"We can chitchat later," Ron said. "We're trying to rescue you." Fred tossed Harry a rope which he tied to one of the bars.
"Stand back," Fred told him, allowing Harry enough time to do just that before he drove straight up. With a crunch the bars were pulled clean out and dangled a few feet from the ground. Harry turned to his bedroom door for any sound of the Dursleys waking but there wasn't a sound. Ron and George, in back, pulled the bars up quietly into the backseat.
"Get your stuff," Ron told Harry as Fred backed the trunk up to the window.
"It's all locked up. Everything, my wand, my books-"
"In your old room no doubt," Fiona guessed.
"Leave it to us," Fred said as he 'parked' the car and he and George climbed in through the window.
"Fiona?" George asked.
"Here," she said as she reached out and handed him a hair pin.
"Thank you." George started to get to work on the bedroom lock.
"A lot of wizards think it's a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick," Fred commented. "But we feel they're skills worth learning even if they are a bit slow." With a small click the door was unlocked.
"We'll get your trunk, grab anything you need in hear and pass it out to them," George whispered, nodding towards the car.
"Watch out for the bottom step, it creaks," Harry warned them before they went into the dark hallway. Harry quietly ran around the room grabbing what he needed and passing them to Ron and Fiona. Once he was done he went to help the twins get his trunk. He heard his uncle cough once or twice as they pushed the trunk into the back of the car.
"Harry, Hedwig!" Fiona hissed as Harry began to climb out of his window. Not a second later the bird let out a loud screech followed by his uncle.
"THAT RUDDY OWL!" Harry bolted across the room to grab the cage before handing it out to Ron and George in the back seat. He clambered up onto his dresser to get out the window just as the unlocked door burst open. "Petunia, he's escaping!" Uncle Vernon shouted. Harry quickly climbed through the window but Vernon grabbed his ankle.
"Ahh- ahh!"
"I've got you Harry!" Ron shouted as he and Fiona held onto him.
"Come here!" Vernon shouted.
"Let go of me!"
"Oh no, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!"
"Get off!"
"Drive!" Ron shouted.
"Right," Fred said before shifting gears.
"Right!" George shouted.
"No! No! No! No! Aaaah!" Vernon shouted as he was pulled through the window and fell onto the bushes below.
"Aaah!" Petunia and Dudley screamed as they ran to the window.
"Dad!" Dudley shouted. Harry grinned back at them before closing the door.
"By the way, Harry, Happy Birthday!" Ron exclaimed.
"This car's not meant for five people and a bird," George groaned as he shook his head.
"Let Hedwig out, she can fly behind us, she hasn't been able to stretch her wings in ages," Harry said looking back at him. George took out the hair pin again and set to work.
"Still leaves the cage," he muttered.
"There was no way you were leaving me behind," Fiona said.
"Might want to plug your ears," Fred warned quietly. Harry looked confused but only for a moment.
"Harry Potter, do you know how many letters I've sent you this summer? And you didn't reply to one!" Ron and George flinched, being on either side of the cross girl.
"I-It's not my fault, Fiona, I swear," Harry insisted. "I would've written back! You know that. You saw that Hedwig was locked up!"
"I know… it doesn't mean it didn't hurt though," she said as she looked down at her hands.
"I'm sorry," Harry said. "I missed you," he tried with a smile. Fiona looked at him and couldn't help but smile back.
"I missed you too." She moved forward to hug him the best she could and kiss his cheek.
"Could you wait until you're out of the car?" Ron asked. "We're still squished back here." Fiona pulled away and sat back down. She looked at him.
"Are you implying something?" she asked. Ron's eyes widened.
"No! No, of course not!" he said quickly. "It's just… five people…small car." He gave her a sheepish smile. Fiona turned to George who gave her a smile.
"Don't look at me, luv," he said.
"You could've sat in front," she pointed out to him.
"Had to give Harry some protection from getting mauled, didn't we?" Fred chimed in as he grinned at her in the rearview mirror.
"Excuse me?" she gasped as she crossed her arms.
"You were pretty angry before we got here," Ron pointed out quietly before wincing as she turned a glare to him.
…
Fred landed the car sometime in the morning and drove it down a dirt path a ways towards a large house in the middle of nowhere. Everyone climbed out of the car and Fiona threw her arms around Harry's neck. He chuckled as he hugged her back.
"I missed you," she said.
"I missed you too, Fee," he said. She pulled away and looked up at him.
"You've gotten taller," she said with a pout making him chuckle again. "I've only been gone a month or so," she muttered.
"I didn't get a hug," Ron said with a frown.
"You want a hug?" Fiona asked.
"W-Well, I was just saying…"
"Come here." Fiona threw her arms around him and he grinned making Harry laugh.
"Follow us," George said as the group headed towards the house. Fred opened the window of a door before unlatching it and opening it.
"Come on. Okay, come on. Shh! Shh! Ok, come on. Shh! Come on," Fred said. Harry grinned at the pan that was washing itself before heading over to a large grandfather clock.
"Do you think it'd be all right if we had some of this?" Ron asked motioning to some rolls on a plate on the table.
"Yeah, Mum would never know," George said. Harry watched as three hands, with pictures of the three Weasley's in the room, moved from Lost to Home.
"Pretty neat, huh?" Fiona asked as she stood beside him. Harry walked passed it to see knitting needles working by themselves.
"It's not much, but it's home," Ron said with a mouthful of bread
"I think it's brilliant," Harry said and Fiona nodded in agreement. Suddenly Mrs. Weasley came down and stood behind a chair to address the group.
"Where have you been?!" The three boys hid the bread behind their backs. "Harry, how wonderful to see you dear," she said walking over with a smile. It was gone as she looked at the other boys. "Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen!" She softened her tone as she looked to Harry. "Of course, I don't blame you, Harry dear. Oh and bringing poor Fiona into it!" Fiona smiled sheepishly at her, no one was going to revile that it had been her idea in the first place.
"They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window!" Ron explained.
"Well, you'd best hope that I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!" Ron's eyes widened. "Come on Harry, time for a spot of breakfast."
…
Everyone sat down at the table. Percy came down shaking his head, knowing his younger siblings had gotten into trouble, and sat down next to the twins. Harry sat next to Ron and Fiona sat across from Percy.
"Here we are Harry. Now tuck in! That's it. There we go," Mrs. Weasley said. Ginny, the youngest and only other female Weasley, ran down the stairs and into the room.
"Mummy, have you seen my jumper?" she asked.
"Yes dear. It was on the cat." Ginny smiled then noticed Harry.
"Hello," he said with a smile. Ginny's eyes widened and she slowly backed up before running upstairs. The twins snickered. "W-what did I do?
"Ginny. She's been talking about you all summer. A bit annoying really," Ron said shaking his head before he started to cut his food. Fiona rolled her eyes but paused.
"You have a cat?" she asked. The twins snickered while Ron shook his head.
"It's hook. Over the fireplace," he clarified. Fiona nodded. A man appeared in the doorway.
"Morning, Weasleys."
"Morning, Dad," Fred, George and Ron said.
"Morning Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley said.
"Morning, Fiona," Arthur added.
"Good morning, Mr. Weasley," Fiona said as he came over to the table.
"What a night. Nine raids. Nine!" Arthur told them.
"Raids?" Harry asked.
"Dad works in the Ministry of Magic, in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office," Ron said. "Dad loves Muggles, thinks they're fascinating." Arthur sat down at the head of the table.
"Well now. Aah!" He finally noticed Harry. "And who are you?"
"Oh, sorry sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter."
"Good Lord! Are you really? Well, Ron's told us all about you, of course. As did Fiona," he added. Fiona's cheeks went pink. "When did he get here?"
"This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night," Mrs. Weasley said.
"Did you really? How'd it go? Did you—" Arthur asked. The four boys went to answer when Mrs. Weasley turned back to him
"Arthur!"
"I mean...that was very wrong, indeed, boys. Very wrong of you. Now, Harry, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"
"Oh, umm..." Harry started but had to stop and think.
"Aesthetic most likely," Fiona muttered.
"Yeah," Harry agreed. "That." Mrs. Weasley cleared her throat, clearly not done speaking about the enchanted car. Ron leaned close to Harry.
"Let's leave them to it," he muttered. "Come on, I'll show you my bedroom." The two slipped out of the kitchen, Fiona following behind, down a narrow passageway to an uneven staircase. Ron stopped seeing Fiona was following.
"What?" she asked as she crossed her arms.
"I kinda… I was talking to Harry," he clarified sheepishly.
"What? I can't see your room too?" Fiona put her hands on her hips and both boys gulped.
"Well…I mean… you're a girl. You could hang out with Ginny?" he suggested. She crossed her arms again with a huff but didn't argue any further. The three started up the stairs. On the third landing one of the doors was cracked open and Harry caught sight of a pair of brown eyes just before the door closed. "Ginny's room," Ron said, looking to Fiona. "You don't know how weird it is for her to be shy. Never shuts up normally." The two boys continued upstairs while Fiona stood outside Ginny's door. "You can knock you know!" Ron called back down making her jump. Fiona knocked on the door and a few moments later it was slowly opened by the youngest Weasley.
"Yes?"
"Ron won't let me in his room," Fiona complained with a pout as she tightened her crossed arms. Ginny grinned and opened the door for the older girl to come in.
"You get used to that."
After a week of Fiona and Harry staying at the Weasley's (Harry staying with Ron in his room while Fiona stayed with Ginny), everyone was sitting at the kitchen table for breakfast when they heard an owl screech.
"Well, that'll be Errol with the post," Mrs. Weasley said. The table turned to see an owl slam right into the window. "Oh, fetch it will you Percy, please?" Percy nodded and got up.
"Errol," he said. The owl hopped up and gave him the letters.
"He's always doing that," Ron said.
"Oh look, it's our Hogwarts letters. And they've sent us Harry's and Fiona's as well." Percy handed out each letter.
"Dumbledore must know you two're here, Harry. Doesn't miss a trick, that man," Arthur said.
"Oh, no," Mrs. Weasley agreed. Fiona opened her letter and looked over the list of required books.
"Who's Gilderoy Lockhart? We've a lot of books by him on the list," she noted, looking up a moment later to see all of the Weasley's looking at her and Harry looking just as confused as she was. "What did I say?" she asked.
"You've never heard of Gilderoy Lockhart?" Ron asked. "Mum loves him," he muttered.
"This lot won't come cheap, Mum," Fred said. "Lockhart's books are really expensive."
"We'll manage," their mother said.
"I got Hermione's answer! Finally," Ron muttered. "I wrote to her before we-" He glanced at his mother. "- rescued you." He read the letter aloud to everyone. Hermione expressed her worries about Harry and Ron attempting to rescue him in a legal way. She also mentioned that she and her parents were going to get her school supplies that coming Wednesday.
"Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too," Mrs. Weasley said. "What are you all up to today?" She looked towards the boys and the twins explained that they were going to play some practice Quidditch (with apples) where no Muggles would see them.
…
That Wednesday, after breakfast, everyone gathered in front of the fireplace.
"Right." Mrs. Weasley picked up a container on the mantel place. "Here we are Harry, you go first dear."
"But Harry's never traveled by Floo powder before, Mum," Ron informed her.
"Floo powder?" Harry asked.
"Oh, well you go first Ron, so that he can see how it's done. Yes. In you go... That's it." Ron took a handful of floo powder.
"Diagon Alley!" Ron exclaimed before throwing the powder down. There was a burst of green flames making Harry and Fiona jump.
"You see? It's quite easy, dear. Don't be afraid. Come on," Mrs. Weasley said. Arthur patted Harry on the back. "Come on. In you go. That's it, mind your head. That's right. Now take your Floo powder. That's it, very good. Now, don't forget to speak very, very clearly.
"Diaganilly."
"What did he say, dear?"
"'Diaganilly,'" Arthur repeated.
"I thought he did."
"I take it Harry went somewhere else?" Fiona asked.
"We'll just have to find him. Don't worry, dear. You next." Fiona gulped; she never liked traveling by floo. She ended up saying the destination correctly and meeting up with Ron.
"Where's Harry?" he asked.
"He kind of mispronounced Diagon alley."
"How'd he mange that?" Ron asked. Fiona shrugged.
"He was nervous. I'm surprised I didn't mess it up," she admitted.
"Well, we'll find him. Once mum and the others come through," Ron assured her. The two moved out of the way as the rest of the family appeared.
"Any sign of him?" Fred asked.
"Not yet," Fiona said.
"Eh, he'll turn up," George said.
"Eventually," theysaid in unison.
"No sign of Harry?" mrs. Weasley asked. The group shook their heads. "Oh dear." Fiona gasped seeing a family head of bushy brown hair standing by the bank steps.
"Hermione!" she called. The girl turned and smiled when she saw the group.
"Hey Hermione," Ron said with a smile.
"Hello, Fiona, Ron. Is Harry with you?" she asked with a confused frown.
"Uh…" Ron smiled sheepishly.
"He got a bit… lost," Fiona told her.
"Floo powder," Ron explained.
"There he is!" Hermione exclaimed as she pointed. The group turned to see Hagrid and Harry walking up. Harry's hair was somehow a bit messier and there was soot on his face.
"Oh, Harry! Thank goodness! We'd hoped you'd only gone one grate too far," Mrs. Weasley said as she brushed off his cloak after Mr. Weasley fixed the crack in his glasses. She proceeded to thank Hagrid before he had to go. The group walked into the bank to get the money they needed for supplies.
"Guess who I saw in Borgin and Burkes," Harry said to Ron and the others. "Malfoy and his father."
"Did Lucius Malfoy buy anything?" Mr. Weasley asked sharply from behind them.
"No, he was selling-"
"So he's worried," Mr. Weasley said with grim satisfaction. "Oh, I'd love to get Lucius Malfoy for something."
…
They got the required money from their respective vaults; Harry was a bit embarrassed about the amount in his compared to the Weasley's. Mr. Weasley was delighted to talk to, and ask, Hermione's parents about Muggle things. He took them to the Leaky Cauldron for drinks while Mrs. Weasley took Ginny to a second hand robe shop.
"We'll all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your school books," Mrs. Weasley said to everyone before shouting at the twin's backs. "And not one step down Knockturn Alley!"
The four second years went window shopping, eating ice cream Harry bought them all, before they met up with the others in Flourish and Blotts. They saw a banner for Gilderoy Lockhart signing books that day and Hermione was clearly excited though the others didn't share her view. The four grabbed the only book on their list not by Lockhart before pushing their way to the Weasley and the Granger parents.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart." A man walked out and people started clapping.
"Ah! Here he is!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. Harry and Fiona looked confused but clapped as well.
"Mum fancies him," Ron said. Mrs. Weasley lightly smacked his arm.
"Make way there," a photographer said. "Please! Let me by, madam. Thank you. Excuse me, little girl. This is for the Daily Prophet." He said as he pushed past Ginny. The photographer took a photo and Lockhart turned to change poses when he saw Harry.
"It can't be- Harry Potter?" he asked. The photographer turned to see him.
"Harry Potter! Excuse me, madam." He grabbed Harry by the shoulder and brought him beside Lockhart.
"Nice big smile, Harry," Lockhart said pulling Harry to him, putting an arm around his shoulders before facing the camera. "Together you and I rate the front page." The camera flashed. "Ladies and gentlemen, what an extraordinary moment this is. When young Harry stepped into Flourish and Blotts this morning to purchase my autobiography, Magical Me…." the crowd clapped. Fiona noticed Hermione's smile and couldn't help but roll her eyes. She and Ron were the only two not clapping. "which, incidentally is currently celebrating its 27th week atop the Daily Prophet bestseller list," Fiona just happened to glance up and saw Draco looking down over the railing of the second floor. He was, of course, glaring down at Harry and didn't seem to notice her at first. When he did his eyes seemed to light up and he stood up straight but Fiona quickly looked away before he could wave or smirk at her. "he had no idea that he would, in fact, be leaving..." Lockhart looked a man beside him who quickly picked up a stack of books and handed them to him. Lockhart handed them to Harry. "with my entire collected works, free of charge." Another photo was taken before Harry was allowed to return to the others with his signed books. Lockhart sat down ready to sign more books. "Now, ladies?"
The group of children moved past the crowd towards the front of the store while the parents all bought the books; (Fiona had given the required amount of money to Mrs. Weasley after she had told Fiona she'd get them for her as well.)
"You have mine," Harry said to Ginny as he put his books into the cauldron she was holding. "I'll buy my own – " Draco, who was on the stairs with a book, noticed them approaching and ripped out a page before going down the rest of the stairs to confront them.
"I'll bet you loved that, didn't you, Potter?" he spat. "Famous Harry Potter! Can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page."
"Leave him alone," Ginny said stepping forward.
"Oh look, Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend," Draco teased. Suddenly a blond man, his father Lucius, put his hand on his shoulder.
"Now, now Draco, play nicely. Mr. Potter... Lucius Malfoy." He held out a hand and Harry politely shook it. "We meet at last. Forgive me," He used his cane to move Harry's hair aside to see his scar. "your scar is legend, as, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you."
"Voldemort killed my parents. He was nothing more than a murderer," Harry said as Hermione pushed her way to the group and stood between Fiona and Ginny.
"Hmm. You must be very brave, to mention his name...or very foolish," Lucius said.
"Fear of a name only increase fear of the thing itself," Hermione said.
"And you must be... Miss Granger." Lucius looked to his son before looking back at her. "Yes, Draco's told me all about you, and your parents." Hermione looked over to where her parents were talking with Arthur. "Muggles, aren't they?" He looked back at her and Hermione did her best not to openly glare at him. Lucius turned to look at Ron and the others. "Let me see...red hair... vacant expressions..." he took a book out of Ginny's cauldron. "tatty second hand book. You must be the Weasleys."
"Children, it's mad in here! Let's go outside," Arthur said as he came up to the group.
"Well, well, well. Weasley senior," Lucius said.
"Lucius," Arthur said.
"Busy time at the Ministry, Arthur, all those extra raids? I do hope they're paying you overtime, but judging by the state of this, I'd say not. What's the use in being a disgrace to the name of wizard if they don't even pay you well for it."
"We have a very different idea about what disgraces the name of wizard, Malfoy," Arthur said.
"Clearly. Associating with Muggles," he muttered quietly. He put Ginny's book back. "and I thought your family could sink no lower. "
"I see where you get your rudeness," Fiona said under her breath as she gave Draco a side glare. He shifted on his feet slightly and couldn't meet her eyes. It was then his father seemed to notice her.
"Miss Gaunt." He gave her a smile. "Where is your father?" he asked.
"He and my mother are home. I came with the Weasley's," she declared proudly, standing up straight as if daring him to say something else rude about them. Lucius looked from her to his son and back. Fiona glanced at Draco to see him frowning slightly but he quickly masked it when he realized she was looking at him again.
"Draco's told me much about you as well," Lucius told her with a smile. Draco looked at his dad before looking away from Fiona completely. Lucius gave her a small nod before looking at Arthur. "I'll see you at work," he said to him before walking away. Draco moved in front of Harry.
"See you at school," he said. He glanced at Fiona briefly before following his dad.
"How many more years do we have to deal with him?" Fiona groaned.
A/N: Reminder some scenes/parts were from the book because I liked them better and they made the chapter longer. Hope you're enjoying what I've changed/added so far.