The Grey Side.
Not mine, but hers.
¤¤Harry's thoughts¤¤
"People talking"
*****The Daily Prophet*****
A/N: Hey let us give my wonderful beta Sadie a BIG applauds.
Chapter 3: Associate with Malfoys.
It was a lovely Saturday morning at the Malfoy mansion. Harry and Draco spent the whole Friday afternoon playing Quidditch with Lucius and some dolls, which Lucius had charmed to have the skill of a profession player. Narcissa refused to even touch a broom and preferred to stay down on the ground and watch them play. She praised the three and told them they should be on the national team.
"But Narcissa darling you know I don't like the colour of their suits, red doesn't become me!" Lucius had joked, and all four laughed.
Harry lay in his bed this morning and thought about things. He really liked being at the Malfoys, he felt so at home. Before he had felt that Hogwarts was his home, but as he had started to change he had realised just how fake everything there was. He thought about his first years at Hogwarts, how everything had been arranged so that he would be Dumbledore's and the wizarding world's golden boy. He had been placed at the Dursley's and treated badly so that when Hagrid, the friendly, Dumbledore-is-my-idol guy came to save him from his hell he would do anything his saviour said. Dumbledore made sure he felt like Hogwarts was his home by treating him like a son and when the summer came, sending him back to his awful family so that he would crave to go back to Dumbledore and Hogwarts.
Harry had been showed a gloss picture of Dumbledore and the light side. Hagrid and his first 'friend' Ron had told him of the mean Slytherins and the good Gryffindors so that he would of course want to be the latter. Dumbledore had gently pushed him into danger so that he could solve his problems; The Philosophers Stone, The Chamber of Secrets, his godfather, the Triwizard Tournament and the Prophecy. He was just a pawn.
But he had realised Dumbledore's game now and would not let himself be controlled by him like a puppet. No matter what Dumbledore brought up this semester, he would not be fooled. Nothing could change him back to the naïve and easily fooled boy he was before. Not best friends of his dead parents, no godmother or lost family, nothing.
He had found his place in this world, and that was with the Malfoys on their grey side.
"Harry, you awake?"
It was Draco.
Harry put on his glasses and stood up.
"Yes, come in Draco."
Draco walked towards Harry's bed with a catlike smirk on his face.
"Guess what?"
"You found a way to change Dumbledore's hair Slytherin green?"
"No silly, although that was a nice idea. We're going shopping today!"
"No way, in Diagon Alley?"
"Yes, the one and only, we have to get our school things you know." Draco said beaming.
"Marvellous."
Draco walked over to Harry's wardrobe and Harry followed.
"We have to find something fitting for you to wear. It is your first day out in the public with us, wouldn't want to make a bad first impression now would we?"
"No of course not, that would ruin the whole thing!"
The two of them spent the next hour getting ready.
They decided to wear pretty much the same: black elegant robes with silver for Draco and golden edges for Harry. They had shiny black shoes and each had a ring on their right hand: white gold and a green Emerald, and around the stone was an inscription; "I wish you all luck, Lucius". Harry had been on the brink of tears when Lucius gave it to him. He had never been as happy as he was now when he was together with the Malfoy's, his family.
Draco and Narcissa had helped Harry with his hair. It now was almost as long as Lucius's and with help of a very useful spell hung right down and felt and looked like pure Italian silk. Draco had showed him a spell to manicure his nails and cleaning up his skin.
Narcissa loved her two sons (the Malfoy's had unofficially adopted Harry). She said they were the world's most beautiful boys. Both Draco and Harry had faultless looks, bright eyes and smiles, porcelain skin, though Harry was more tanned than Draco, beautiful hair and clothes.
Harry had never been pleased with his looks, but now he felt more comfortable with himself and self-assured.
The new and improved Harry Potter was ready to meet the world. The time had Come!!!!!!
"Earth to Harry, would you please come back from La-la land, we're leaving!"
They took one of the black limos down to London and Diagon Alley, and when Harry had asked why they didn't just take a portkey Lucius had answered: "Malfoys travels with grace and in luxury, and a portkey hardly goes under any of those categories. We only use those things when we're in a hurry".
Harry nodded his understanding.
The ride to London was relatively quick; they now stood outside the well- known bar.
"You ready Harry?" Lucius asked seriously.
"Yes."
"Then lets go in there and show them the new you!" Said Draco excitedly.
They walked inside in a row, first Lucius, then Narcissa, Draco and finally Harry. All heads in the room turned to the door to see who had come in, but they turned away quickly when they saw Lucius Malfoy. It wouldn't do you any good to get on the Dark Lord's right hand man's bad side.
But as the four walked out of the back door, some of the people saw that the fourth person was suspiciously familiar.
"I swear I've seen that kid before somewhere." Tom, the bar keeper said.
"Who?" Asked a man sipping his third Butterbeer.
"The boy behind Malfoy Junior, the one with the black hair."
"Oh, well he could have been anybody really!"
"Yeah you're right, but I'm positive that I've seen him before."
The Malfoys made it into the Alley without being addressed, which Harry was forever grateful for. He didn't know how he was going to react if someone saw him. Should he act like nothing had changed with him, should he ignore them, act imperial or just tell them how it all was? He knew he looked different from when the wizarding world had seen him last; he even walked and talked somewhat differently. In reality he was a whole different person now, the other Malfoys looked at him as a part of the family, he too was a Malfoy. He was Harold James Malfoy Potter, nice name really.
"What are you smiling at Harry? Glad to be back in the wizarding world?" Draco asked, smiling too.
Harry turned around to face Draco, smirked and wrapped his right arm around Draco's shoulder whilst they walked towards the nearest shop.
"Ah, I was only thinking about how much things have changed these last months."
"Yeah I know what you mean, people will think the world will collapse when they discover that their great 16 year old saviour is associating with the evil Malfoys!"
Lucius came behind his two sons, lent down and whispered in their ears.
"No, no my sons, the Malfoys are not evil. We are just awfully spiteful. If it wasn't for the case that we have blond hair people would think we were bloodsucking vampires, although they might think you have been bitten Harry, since you, the pure hearted Gryffindor are associating with we dark creatures. And you have changed much this summer, because of my darling Narcissa's good nursing and Draco's beauty advice you have grown 5 inches, and become rather good looking."
Draco laughed loudly and earned many curious looks. There were few people that could say that they had seen a Malfoy show human emotions, not to mention laugh.
"No please don't bite me you bloodsucking creature; I'm too beautiful to be eaten!"
Narcissa had heard her son and began to giggle, Lucius noted this and snorted in amusement. Draco stared to laugh because his usually dead serious parents looked like two teenagers and Harry started to laugh because he was so happy and amused at Draco's vanity.
So basically the whole Malfoy family stood in the middle of a crowded street a laughed.
Most of the people around them stopped and looked at them with wide eyes. What could possible be so amusing? Had they come up with a master plan to gain infinite power? And who was the black haired boy who lent onto Malfoy Junior for support? He was very familiar.
Lucius regained control first and noticed the crowd that they had attracted.
"Come now sons, what does it say you need to buy on your school list?"
Draco pulled himself together and fished out his note from Hogwarts.
"We need ten books, two duelling robes in our house colour, and a whole lot of nasty potion ingredients. And of course I need new robes, school supplies, dress robes and new clothes on the whole. I suggest Harry gets the same, he really needs a new style of clothes".
"Okay, I can get your books and potion ingredients, your mother can help you with the rest. What do you say we meet at the Leaky Cauldron, 3 pm for lunch?"
"Sounds good Lucius." Said Harry and dragged Draco with him to Gringotts to get some money.
"What do you think your doing Harry?" Narcissa asked.
"I need too get some money out of Gringotts so that I can pay for everything."
"Oh no you don't, I refuse to let you pay for your school supplies, you live with us and are a member of the Malfoy family. We're going to pay for everything you need, it's not like we going to go bankrupt". Narcissa said with a smile and Harry hugged her, giving his thanks.
"But I still want to get some money. You can never have too much money on you, besides there is no chance of me going bankrupt either."
"Well you sound like a Malfoy, but we'll see if you've got the amount of money to spend like one!" Said Draco playfully.
"Oh you will see rich boy." Harry teased back.
Harry found his key and laid it on the counter.
"I need to get some money from my vault."
The goblin took up the key and locked eyes with Harry.
"Name?"
"Harry Potter."
The goblin looked him up and down, and than nodded to himself.
"Welcome back Mr. Potter, I trust you are alright." With that he looked from the Malfoys to Harry.
"Yes thank you, I've never been better."
After a minute he called for another goblin to come over.
"Very well, Haveen will show you to your vault."
The ride down to Harry's vault was just like he remembered it, fast and revolving. And the vault was full of the Potter's goods.
Draco took one look inside the door and turned around to Harry.
"Welcome to the family rich boy."
The three Malfoys walked down the street to the nearest robe shop to get Draco and Harry's duelling robes. The duelling robes were for the new duelling class; now that Voldemort was back Dumbledore felt that it was necessary with such a class. And Harry and Draco looked forward to it.
"I'm so glad I'm not in Gryffindor, red really doesn't become me. You should be a Slytherin Harry; you really look good in green."
"Yeah I know that's what the hat said too."
"WHAT?"
"Oh I haven't told you? The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin but I asked it to put me anywhere but there so I ended up in Gryffindor. I'm starting to regret it now though. You think Dumbledore would let me change house?"
"Okay... You always seem to surprise me. Slytherin eh, well I should have seen it. But I don't think Dumbledore will let you change, Harry Potter the Silver boy doesn't sound as good as Harry Potter the Golden boy."
"Come on now my Slytherins, let's get you some fine robes."
They walked into the shop and Narcissa called for the owner.
She nearly came running when she heard Mrs. Malfoy's voice.
"Mrs. Malfoy, what brings you here? New dress robes again?" She asked hopefully.
"No, nothing for me today. Draco and Harry need two new duelling robes in their house colour, three new sets of dress robes and some everyday robes."
The owner looked curiously around the shop to get a look at this Harry person. She saw him with his back to her talking to Draco Malfoy.
"Harry? A nephew, I'm presume?"
Harry had heard their conversation and turned around with a grin to answer her question himself.
"I wouldn't say that!"
"But whom..." She looked at him strangely, before Harry lifted his hair aside to show the famous scar with a smirk.
"Oh dear God.....HARRY POTTER!"
Not mine, but hers.
¤¤Harry's thoughts¤¤
"People talking"
*****The Daily Prophet*****
A/N: Hey let us give my wonderful beta Sadie a BIG applauds.
Chapter 3: Associate with Malfoys.
It was a lovely Saturday morning at the Malfoy mansion. Harry and Draco spent the whole Friday afternoon playing Quidditch with Lucius and some dolls, which Lucius had charmed to have the skill of a profession player. Narcissa refused to even touch a broom and preferred to stay down on the ground and watch them play. She praised the three and told them they should be on the national team.
"But Narcissa darling you know I don't like the colour of their suits, red doesn't become me!" Lucius had joked, and all four laughed.
Harry lay in his bed this morning and thought about things. He really liked being at the Malfoys, he felt so at home. Before he had felt that Hogwarts was his home, but as he had started to change he had realised just how fake everything there was. He thought about his first years at Hogwarts, how everything had been arranged so that he would be Dumbledore's and the wizarding world's golden boy. He had been placed at the Dursley's and treated badly so that when Hagrid, the friendly, Dumbledore-is-my-idol guy came to save him from his hell he would do anything his saviour said. Dumbledore made sure he felt like Hogwarts was his home by treating him like a son and when the summer came, sending him back to his awful family so that he would crave to go back to Dumbledore and Hogwarts.
Harry had been showed a gloss picture of Dumbledore and the light side. Hagrid and his first 'friend' Ron had told him of the mean Slytherins and the good Gryffindors so that he would of course want to be the latter. Dumbledore had gently pushed him into danger so that he could solve his problems; The Philosophers Stone, The Chamber of Secrets, his godfather, the Triwizard Tournament and the Prophecy. He was just a pawn.
But he had realised Dumbledore's game now and would not let himself be controlled by him like a puppet. No matter what Dumbledore brought up this semester, he would not be fooled. Nothing could change him back to the naïve and easily fooled boy he was before. Not best friends of his dead parents, no godmother or lost family, nothing.
He had found his place in this world, and that was with the Malfoys on their grey side.
"Harry, you awake?"
It was Draco.
Harry put on his glasses and stood up.
"Yes, come in Draco."
Draco walked towards Harry's bed with a catlike smirk on his face.
"Guess what?"
"You found a way to change Dumbledore's hair Slytherin green?"
"No silly, although that was a nice idea. We're going shopping today!"
"No way, in Diagon Alley?"
"Yes, the one and only, we have to get our school things you know." Draco said beaming.
"Marvellous."
Draco walked over to Harry's wardrobe and Harry followed.
"We have to find something fitting for you to wear. It is your first day out in the public with us, wouldn't want to make a bad first impression now would we?"
"No of course not, that would ruin the whole thing!"
The two of them spent the next hour getting ready.
They decided to wear pretty much the same: black elegant robes with silver for Draco and golden edges for Harry. They had shiny black shoes and each had a ring on their right hand: white gold and a green Emerald, and around the stone was an inscription; "I wish you all luck, Lucius". Harry had been on the brink of tears when Lucius gave it to him. He had never been as happy as he was now when he was together with the Malfoy's, his family.
Draco and Narcissa had helped Harry with his hair. It now was almost as long as Lucius's and with help of a very useful spell hung right down and felt and looked like pure Italian silk. Draco had showed him a spell to manicure his nails and cleaning up his skin.
Narcissa loved her two sons (the Malfoy's had unofficially adopted Harry). She said they were the world's most beautiful boys. Both Draco and Harry had faultless looks, bright eyes and smiles, porcelain skin, though Harry was more tanned than Draco, beautiful hair and clothes.
Harry had never been pleased with his looks, but now he felt more comfortable with himself and self-assured.
The new and improved Harry Potter was ready to meet the world. The time had Come!!!!!!
"Earth to Harry, would you please come back from La-la land, we're leaving!"
They took one of the black limos down to London and Diagon Alley, and when Harry had asked why they didn't just take a portkey Lucius had answered: "Malfoys travels with grace and in luxury, and a portkey hardly goes under any of those categories. We only use those things when we're in a hurry".
Harry nodded his understanding.
The ride to London was relatively quick; they now stood outside the well- known bar.
"You ready Harry?" Lucius asked seriously.
"Yes."
"Then lets go in there and show them the new you!" Said Draco excitedly.
They walked inside in a row, first Lucius, then Narcissa, Draco and finally Harry. All heads in the room turned to the door to see who had come in, but they turned away quickly when they saw Lucius Malfoy. It wouldn't do you any good to get on the Dark Lord's right hand man's bad side.
But as the four walked out of the back door, some of the people saw that the fourth person was suspiciously familiar.
"I swear I've seen that kid before somewhere." Tom, the bar keeper said.
"Who?" Asked a man sipping his third Butterbeer.
"The boy behind Malfoy Junior, the one with the black hair."
"Oh, well he could have been anybody really!"
"Yeah you're right, but I'm positive that I've seen him before."
The Malfoys made it into the Alley without being addressed, which Harry was forever grateful for. He didn't know how he was going to react if someone saw him. Should he act like nothing had changed with him, should he ignore them, act imperial or just tell them how it all was? He knew he looked different from when the wizarding world had seen him last; he even walked and talked somewhat differently. In reality he was a whole different person now, the other Malfoys looked at him as a part of the family, he too was a Malfoy. He was Harold James Malfoy Potter, nice name really.
"What are you smiling at Harry? Glad to be back in the wizarding world?" Draco asked, smiling too.
Harry turned around to face Draco, smirked and wrapped his right arm around Draco's shoulder whilst they walked towards the nearest shop.
"Ah, I was only thinking about how much things have changed these last months."
"Yeah I know what you mean, people will think the world will collapse when they discover that their great 16 year old saviour is associating with the evil Malfoys!"
Lucius came behind his two sons, lent down and whispered in their ears.
"No, no my sons, the Malfoys are not evil. We are just awfully spiteful. If it wasn't for the case that we have blond hair people would think we were bloodsucking vampires, although they might think you have been bitten Harry, since you, the pure hearted Gryffindor are associating with we dark creatures. And you have changed much this summer, because of my darling Narcissa's good nursing and Draco's beauty advice you have grown 5 inches, and become rather good looking."
Draco laughed loudly and earned many curious looks. There were few people that could say that they had seen a Malfoy show human emotions, not to mention laugh.
"No please don't bite me you bloodsucking creature; I'm too beautiful to be eaten!"
Narcissa had heard her son and began to giggle, Lucius noted this and snorted in amusement. Draco stared to laugh because his usually dead serious parents looked like two teenagers and Harry started to laugh because he was so happy and amused at Draco's vanity.
So basically the whole Malfoy family stood in the middle of a crowded street a laughed.
Most of the people around them stopped and looked at them with wide eyes. What could possible be so amusing? Had they come up with a master plan to gain infinite power? And who was the black haired boy who lent onto Malfoy Junior for support? He was very familiar.
Lucius regained control first and noticed the crowd that they had attracted.
"Come now sons, what does it say you need to buy on your school list?"
Draco pulled himself together and fished out his note from Hogwarts.
"We need ten books, two duelling robes in our house colour, and a whole lot of nasty potion ingredients. And of course I need new robes, school supplies, dress robes and new clothes on the whole. I suggest Harry gets the same, he really needs a new style of clothes".
"Okay, I can get your books and potion ingredients, your mother can help you with the rest. What do you say we meet at the Leaky Cauldron, 3 pm for lunch?"
"Sounds good Lucius." Said Harry and dragged Draco with him to Gringotts to get some money.
"What do you think your doing Harry?" Narcissa asked.
"I need too get some money out of Gringotts so that I can pay for everything."
"Oh no you don't, I refuse to let you pay for your school supplies, you live with us and are a member of the Malfoy family. We're going to pay for everything you need, it's not like we going to go bankrupt". Narcissa said with a smile and Harry hugged her, giving his thanks.
"But I still want to get some money. You can never have too much money on you, besides there is no chance of me going bankrupt either."
"Well you sound like a Malfoy, but we'll see if you've got the amount of money to spend like one!" Said Draco playfully.
"Oh you will see rich boy." Harry teased back.
Harry found his key and laid it on the counter.
"I need to get some money from my vault."
The goblin took up the key and locked eyes with Harry.
"Name?"
"Harry Potter."
The goblin looked him up and down, and than nodded to himself.
"Welcome back Mr. Potter, I trust you are alright." With that he looked from the Malfoys to Harry.
"Yes thank you, I've never been better."
After a minute he called for another goblin to come over.
"Very well, Haveen will show you to your vault."
The ride down to Harry's vault was just like he remembered it, fast and revolving. And the vault was full of the Potter's goods.
Draco took one look inside the door and turned around to Harry.
"Welcome to the family rich boy."
The three Malfoys walked down the street to the nearest robe shop to get Draco and Harry's duelling robes. The duelling robes were for the new duelling class; now that Voldemort was back Dumbledore felt that it was necessary with such a class. And Harry and Draco looked forward to it.
"I'm so glad I'm not in Gryffindor, red really doesn't become me. You should be a Slytherin Harry; you really look good in green."
"Yeah I know that's what the hat said too."
"WHAT?"
"Oh I haven't told you? The Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin but I asked it to put me anywhere but there so I ended up in Gryffindor. I'm starting to regret it now though. You think Dumbledore would let me change house?"
"Okay... You always seem to surprise me. Slytherin eh, well I should have seen it. But I don't think Dumbledore will let you change, Harry Potter the Silver boy doesn't sound as good as Harry Potter the Golden boy."
"Come on now my Slytherins, let's get you some fine robes."
They walked into the shop and Narcissa called for the owner.
She nearly came running when she heard Mrs. Malfoy's voice.
"Mrs. Malfoy, what brings you here? New dress robes again?" She asked hopefully.
"No, nothing for me today. Draco and Harry need two new duelling robes in their house colour, three new sets of dress robes and some everyday robes."
The owner looked curiously around the shop to get a look at this Harry person. She saw him with his back to her talking to Draco Malfoy.
"Harry? A nephew, I'm presume?"
Harry had heard their conversation and turned around with a grin to answer her question himself.
"I wouldn't say that!"
"But whom..." She looked at him strangely, before Harry lifted his hair aside to show the famous scar with a smirk.
"Oh dear God.....HARRY POTTER!"