Chapter Four


Things were going really well for Harry and Draco. As expected, they'd spent pretty much every second together since they had met and both were surprised by just how much they were actually enjoying themselves. Harry had been exceedingly nervous about needing to stay in another person's presence for that much time, but he'd adapted quickly and happily. He knew that he wanted to stay friends with Draco even after they returned to their real lives in the States. Maybe they could even be something more? He sincerely hoped that Draco felt the same way. They'd gone out again the previous evening to see a play and had bonded over the hilarious fish-slapping, cow-tossing and French Taunting that made up Spamalot.

Draco actually found himself forgetting that he was working while with Harry. The behavior he was exhibiting to fool the other people around them was starting to feel real to him. He'd been seriously considering getting out of the escort business for a while and meeting Harry seemed to be the final straw for him. He wanted a real relationship with a real person. A person like Harry. But there had been a number of things bothering him about the other man's behavior since they met. A number of little and big things that didn't really add up. He'd been mentally adding new points to his mental checklist since he'd met the man.

He briefly thought back to his original list of low self-esteem, scared of family and apologises a lot. Those qualities were prevalent while on the Estate or approaching it and around his family. When they were out in London, Harry was a completely different person and Draco wanted to get to the bottom of his odd behavior.

As they were starting to get up and ready for the day, Draco decided to breach the topic, but he wanted to start out with something a bit lighter. Ah! There was that random thought he'd had while at the pool. He could work with that.

"Oh! I remember what I wanted to ask you! Do you shave your legs?" Harry dropped his shirt and stared up at Draco.

"No." He said plainly and honestly. Draco frowned slightly.

"Really? It's just you have really dark hair and usually dark haired men have hairy legs too but you… Harry you have hardly any hair anywhere on your body except your head. I mean, I've been here with you for what, five days now, and I've never seen you shave."

"I just don't have hairy legs, hairy armpits or much else hairy for that matter. I don't know why, I just never had that problem. Apparently it's in the genes though because I remember Petunia and Rose saying they never had to shave either. Tommy is the opposite, he can grow a full beard really quickly and I know he has hair on his chest because he constantly walks around with his shirt only half buttoned up."

"Hmm, well aren't you just fascinating." Harry scoffed and picked up his shirt again, slipping it over his head.

"Well my being fascinating is the only reason you stay around me."

"So not true." Draco teased.

"Really?" Harry drawled.

"Yes really. You are far too handsome to pass up." Harry blushed again and picked up a pillow throwing it at Draco who ducked with a loud laugh.

"Hey Harry?"

"Hmm?"

"Why did you change your name to William Jameson when you opened your business?" Draco had been wondering about this since he'd figured out who Harry was.

Harry sat down on the bed and just stared up at him.

"Why did I change my name? You know, I actually changed it when I moved to LA right after I turned eighteen. I wanted to escape my past and have a completely fresh start. Well, almost all of my past. I picked Jameson to honor my father. But I didn't just change my name; I basically changed who I was as a person. I absolutely hated how weak the Dursley's, Tommy and Rose made me feel while I was living here. The fact that they pushed me to do what I did when I was a kid, well I just couldn't handle it anymore. They're my family for goodness sake!"

He stood up and started pacing the space around the bed.

"When I enrolled in University, my guidance counselor noticed that something was wrong and recommended that I get help. I decided that she had a point and started going to see a psychologist. I wasn't suicidal anymore, but I wasn't really a whole person either. My doctor helped me figure out what qualities I liked in people and how to build them in myself. I guess I sort of started separating the new me from the old me and named him. William is the person I wished I could have been from the start. Now the name change helps protect my privacy from my fans."

"What are the qualities that you decided to use to build William?"

"Well, let's see... I wanted to be happy, kind and down to Earth for starters. I wanted people to like me for who I was. I wanted to be more outgoing and less prone to panic attacks. I wanted... I don't know. I wanted to be an all-around better person who would be strong enough to go out into the world and make a difference. I wanted to be able to do anything I set my mind on doing."

"How is the current Harry different from William? The person you just described, that's you Harry. You've made yourself into the person you wanted to be and I find him really attractive."

"What... Wha..." Draco's comment had stopped Harry in his tracks and he had to sit down again. Had he really become William when he wasn't looking?

"The only thing I see about you that I didn't hear you mention is your need to please everyone around you. What's that about anyways? I just don't see how you can be as successful as you are with the behaviour you've been exhibiting over the past few days. Mind telling me what's going through that gorgeous head of yours? I mean, I think the blushing is endearing, but the constant apologies and rolling over to please anyone in your path? I just don't get it. I saw it in the Taxi on the way from the airport, but it's not a constant behaviour."

He watched as Harry closed his eyes deep in thought and just waited, hoping for an answer.

"Fuck Draco. Just Fuck. I regressed didn't I? I saw the names on the letter last month and heard Petunia's horrid voice and I lost all of the hard work I put into healing myself. How can you like being around me when I'm like this? I'm a pathetic excuse for a human being." His breathing sped up and he had to put his head down between his knees to try and stave off the panic attack that was threatening to appear.

"Nonono Harry! Stop. Just stop and take a deep breath. You're ok. You're going to be just fine. I just needed to see if you realised what was happening to you or not. I guess not." Draco sat down next to him, reached out and started rubbing circles on Harry's back.

As he leaned into the touch and got control of himself, he took a moment to take a really hard look at what he had become and the kind of person he was.

Two minutes later Harry stood up and turned to face the man that was now perched on the edge of the bed in front of him. He took a deep breath and stuck out his hand.

"Hello, I'm Harry Potter. I'm twenty five years old and I currently live in New York City. I have a condo in LA and a vacation home in Hawaii. I own three orphanages and fund a number of charities. I'm currently a multi-billionaire and the face and brain behind Jameson Inc, the most popular fashion line in America. I dress celebrities and have a second line of affordable clothes for regular customers as well. I have a wonderful group of employees whom, as we speak, are handling all of the work that I should be doing."

"I have a close knit group of friends that I enjoy spending time with and a group of relatives that I wish I could disown. I don't know why my family think they can treat me like they do, but I'm not going to put up with their shit anymore. I am a strong, independent and successful person and I'm done giving them power over me. I came to this wedding to support a sister that hates and belittles me for a reason that is beyond the pale. Her fiancé used to be a good friend, but from what I've seen of his behavior over the last few days, isn't anymore. My brother is a tagalong bully and my cousin is a hypocrite. I hope his son grows up to be a better man than he'll ever be. My Aunt and Uncle? They're bullies too. Abusive control freaks and I hope they get everything coming to them. The only thing I will ever thank them for is demanding that I bring a date to this farce of a Wedding. Because of them, I got to meet you."

Draco's mouth slowly closed from its gaping position. Wow. He reached out his hand and gripped the one being offered. Instead of shaking it though, he entwined their fingers and gave a light squeeze.

"Hello Harry. It's nice to finally meet you."

He pulled a bit on the hand he'd grasped and threw them both off balance, directing Harry's fall towards the mattress beside him. He rolled them over so that he could be on top and he leaned down to join their lips together in a searing and passionate kiss.

"I'm Draco Malfoy and I am so very very glad I got to meet you too."


After a very hot snogging session, the two men headed downstairs to start the day off and were stopped dead in their tracks as they entered into the dining room. It had been transformed into a craft room of some sort and Rose was in the middle of a large group of other ladies all cutting up ribbons and pulling random flowers out of the vases scattered around the room. The wedding planner and Rose had decided that it would be a lot of fun for the ladies to make all of the bouquets for the weekend themselves and they were right. The girls were having a blast. One random brunet saw the men enter and shooed them out towards the grounds where apparently there was a buffet set up.

Approaching the buffet, Harry heard the gathered males talking about the plans for the day. There was going to be a fox hunt followed by an afternoon of shooting. Anything they brought in would be served up for dinner that evening. Horrified, Harry turned to Draco.

"I can't stay here for this. I'm going to find Cedric and let him know that we're taking off for the day. He'll understand and cover for us."

Draco just nodded and tried to remember the documentary he'd seen last year about British events like this. He'd been a bit out of his depth when they'd gathered the previous afternoon for a cricket match, but a hunt? A real British Hunt with horses and everything? Hmmm... He gave it up for a bad job when Harry came back and dragged him off towards the house again.

"Let's go grab our bags and get out of here. I'll call a Taxi and we can head into London."

"Do they actually hunt foxes or do they use a fake?"

"Hmm... Most people use fakes and just have the dogs follow a trail laid earlier in the day, but the Dursley's, well, they're a bit more traditional. I'm not 100% sure what they're going to do with all of these guests around, but I'd bet that they're going to go all out. They're definitely going to be shooting live pheasants this afternoon. It's horrible."

"I can't really imagine participating in something like this. I'm definitely a city person. I don't even know how to ride a horse!" Draco laughed.

"I can ride. I actually love the feeling. When you're on the right horse you can just fly."

"That sounds wonderful. Maybe you could take me out riding sometime?"

"Absolutely!"


As they were waiting for the Taxi to arrive, they talked about where they wanted to go that day. It was an unexpected free day for them and they were definitely going to take advantage of it.

"Where should we go first?"

"Well, we saw Spamalot last night, so how about catching something a little bit more traditional? Do you want to head over to the Globe, take the tour then see A Midsummer Night's Dream? I think it's supposed to start around one. "

Draco grabbed his hand and grinned. "Did I tell you that one of the trips my family took a few years ago was to Stratford-Upon-Avon? The town is so pretty. I'm a huge fan of Shakespeare's plays. I must admit to only really liking the comedies though. Is A Midsummer Night's Dream your favorite? Mine's Much Ado About Nothing."

"It is. I've always loved Puck and the havoc he can cause by twitching his little finger."

"Puck is a great character, but what about Bottom? He's my favorite. Poor man falls prey to the magic of the Fairy Queen but still ends up completing his goal of performing at the wedding even if he probably shouldn't have. Oh well." Draco laughed.

They got their tickets and then spent a good hour just walking around the museum. Each exhibit sparked a new conversation and they found the time to be flying by.

There was a nice cafe inside the museum where they indulged in an absolutely delicious lunch before heading out to find their seats in the theatre. Draco didn't even have to remind Harry to eat.

The play itself was performed wonderfully and they stood up along with the other patrons to give a standing ovation at the end.

As they were filing out of the stands, Harry spoke. "Let's go over to the Millenium Bridge and take some pictures."

"Sure, why not? I get to pick the next thing we do though."

"That's fair." Harry nodded.

There weren't too many people on the bridge and they were able to get some really nice shots of each other before a passing lady offered to take their photo for them. They agreed of course and Draco pulled Harry in for a kiss while she took the shot. He really did prefer kissing Harry when he wasn't expecting it. The look on his face afterwards was priceless!

"I want to go on the London Architecture Walk. I saw a blurb about it on the plane and it peaked my interest. We've already seen London from a Taxi, from the sky and from the ferris wheel; let's go see it on foot.

"Where do we go?"

"I think we look at their website for a time/place and just meet up with the tour guide. Or maybe we have to call first. Let's find out."

Harry pulled out his cell phone and found the correct page.

"It looks like there is a tour starting from Trafalgar Square Tube Station in half an hour. Let me call them and see if we can join."

He did and they could, so they quickly walked over to the closest station and headed towards Trafalgar Square.

The guide was standing just outside the entrance with a flag and a group of teenagers with cameras. He was in the middle of explaining what they were going to do and see as they walked up. He stopped what he was doing to sell them their tickets and then continued where he'd left off.

"... The format of our walks is welcoming, accessible and inclusive. We believe that your opinion is no less valid than anyone else's so feel free to ask questions or share your own views!"

They spent a fun afternoon wandering around with the other young tourists. They were apparently from Germany and all in a photography class together. They loved stopping and making the tour guide tell them everything he could remember about each of the places they were visiting. By the end of the tour, they'd gotten photos of Trafalgar Square, Big Ben and the Parliament building, the London Eye, Buckingham Palace, Westminster Abbey, The Tower Bridge and The Tower of London.

Instead of continuing on with the group to Tate Modern, Draco asked if they could stay and go see the Crown Jewels.

Rather intrigued himself, Harry agreed and they said their goodbyes.

They got into the line to visit the vault and entertained each other with little anecdotes about their lives up to this point.

The jewels were amazing. Harry had never seen them before and he felt inspired. He wanted to pull out his tablet and design a new line based off of their brilliance. Instead, he mental noted the desire and continued out of the exhibit.

By this time the sun was just starting to set. They decided that they wanted to go up the Tower Bridge and watch the sunset from there. It was breathtaking, but the mood was broken by Draco's stomach rumbling.

Harry cracked up. "Well hello there? Are we hungry?"

"Apparently we are."

"Let's go find a restaurant. What type of food would you like tonight?"

"Italian. We walked past a nice place a few blocks from here on the tour. Let's head over there and get a table."

Harry nodded and offered his hand to Draco. It was the first time he had initiated contact between them and he liked it.

They were seated, but Harry still hadn't relinquished his grasp on Draco's hand.

"I want pasta, how about you Harry?"

"I think the eggplant parmesan looks good. I'm going to get that."

As the food came out he was forced to let go so that he could eat but he resolved to initiate something else after they were finished.

He did just that in the Taxi back to the Estate.

"What are you doing Harry?"

"Hmm? Oh, nothing." As he leaned in and stole a kiss from an unsuspecting Draco.

"You're right. Surprise kisses are the best."

Draco laughed and pulled him in for another.


Day six started with a crack of thunder. A huge rainstorm had moved in overnight and the sky had opened up over Surrey. The forecast said that it should end around noon, but there would be no escaping out to the grounds that morning.

The two got up and headed down to join the other guests in the main ballroom. There were so many people staying at the Estate now that the servants had been forced to set up a buffet and tables in the large room to accommodate everyone.

There weren't many things planned for the day, but Petunia had sent one of the servants over to remind Harry of the dance lesson that had been scheduled for two o'clock.

"Can you dance Draco?"

"Yes I can. Remember at the pool, how I told you my father was a politician? Well, mother used to throw dances, balls and gala's every chance she got in order to help him get votes. She started teaching me when I was about eight."

"Will you dance with me at the class and the party?"

"Of course I will, but I only know the man's steps. Do you know the female's steps or something?"

"Yes actually, I know the male and female steps to the waltz, the fox trot and the cha cha to name a few. Aunt Petunia wanted to make sure that Dudley, Tommy and Rose knew how to dance, but with four people, three being boys, I got drafted to play the required girl. It was horribly embarrassing at the time, but now I'm glad I know what to do."

"Well in that case Harry, yes I will dance with you. It would be an honour. Want to give it a whirl right here and now?"

Harry looked around and the gathered people and laughed.

"No. No I don't think so. Let's wait until tomorrow night and shock them with our brilliance."


Half one rolled around and the guests going to the dance studio gathered in the foyer. Most would be taking their own cars, but Harry ended up borrowing a sports car from the garage for the two of them.

The rain had cleared up and the drive was actually rather nice. It took Harry a few minutes to actually find a parking spot, but luckily they arrived at the Dance Studio at the same time as the other guests.

With minutes to spare they'd all gathered in lobby to wait for their class time. There were a few other students sitting or standing around and lovely music was playing in the other room. A group of young girls were twittering over a magazine in the corner by the water cooler. They caught his eye and Harry smiled but didn't really think anything of them glancing over at him and back to the pages they were reading. The three girls seemed to come to a conclusion then and the one holding the magazine put it down on the table next to the cups. They looked over at him again with twinkling eyes and one snapped a picture on her cell phone.

Rose looked puzzled at the interaction, but decided to brush it off as nothing even though her curiosity was peaked. The class was starting anyways and they all had to go in.

Their dance teachers introduced themselves as Remus Lupin and Tonks, just Tonks. They spent a few minutes finding out how well the group could dance before asking them to split into pairs. Some random blond, one of Rose's bridesmaids, tried to steal Draco away but Harry latched on tight and sent the interloper a dark glare. She laughed it off and went to find a free groomsman to dance with instead, twittering with one of the other girls about just how cute the couple was.

The first dance was a waltz, the second a fox trot and so on. Neither Harry nor Draco needed any instruction and just enjoyed being in each other's arms. After about a half an hour of dancing, Rose and Petunia excused themselves to go get some water. Rose looked over to see that the magazine the girls had been looking at was lying face down just within her reach. As she was still curious, she turned the magazine over to get a good look at the cover. It was an American magazine that wasn't usually sold in England. That's when she saw something she had never expected to see. Ever. She handed the magazine over to her Aunt and that was when the fireworks started.

As per usual, Draco and Harry were chatting comfortably when a loud screech was heard coming from the lobby. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked over at where Petunia and Rose were gawking at the cover of a magazine with twin looks of shock and something else neither Harry nor Draco could place. Draco pulled Harry closer with a frown and after a brief discussion they decided to go over to see what was wrong.

"Are you okay Rose? Mrs. Dursley?" The pair turned their gazes up to Draco before snapping down to Harry who immediately tensed at the angry looks in their eyes. Draco didn't know what was happening until he saw the cover of the magazine. Harry's face was on the front cover with large bold letters announcing that William Jameson had designed the dresses and outfits for ninety percent of the Oscar winners two weeks previously.

Draco nudged Harry to get his attention and he looked up at him before following his gaze to the cover of the magazine. Damn, he was on the cover of Lifestyle this month, he'd thought so on the plane, but here it was in full colour.

Vernon joined the group and Petunia handed the offending magazine over to him. It only took one look for Vernon to join the other two in their fury. He was gripping it so hard that it looked like his fingers would rip through the pages.

Shaking the abused magazine in Harry's face, Vernon roared "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS, THIS, THIS…?" He couldn't find the words.

Harry gripped Draco's arm and stood his ground. He'd resolved to stand his ground and that was what he was going to do.

Vernon stomped forwards and shoved the magazine roughly into Harry's face. "WHY is YOUR FACE on the COVER of this magazine BOY? Your face, they say, is the face of William Jameson! Explain what's going on to me NOW BOY!"

"Harry." Draco breathed giving Harry's hand a reassuring squeeze. Harry gulped and looked at Draco before meeting Vernon's furious beady eyes.

"My face is the face of William Jameson because… because…"

"Well! Spit it out boy!"

"Because I own the company. William Jameson is a name I gave myself and the company when I opened it five years ago."

"LIES!"

"I'm not lying." Harry said after receiving another reassuring squeeze of the hand from Draco. "I am William Jameson. I am the most famous fashion designer in America."

"Don't take me for a fool boy! You are nothing. William Jameson is a billionaire and you are just one of his employees.

"Actually I'm a multi billionaire…"

"DON'T YOU DARE LIE TO ME BOY!" Vernon raised his fist and took a swing at Harry, missing as he dodged. Vernon brought up his other fist as a follow up though and cleanly thumped Harry around the head.

"What the Fuck are you doing!?" Yelled Draco. He'd been pulled down to the ground with Harry when he'd collapsed. It appeared that while the volatile man had been aiming for the temple, Harry had dodged in time and the fist had impacted just north of the danger zone.

"Back the fuck off you monster!"

Draco was checking Harry over when he felt a thud. The bastard had just kicked Harry while he was down. He tried to deliver another but Draco had had enough. He stood up and pulled the man off his nephew but not before the bastard had kicked out one more time, making contact with Harry's side.

"Fuck. Oww. Stop it you bastard! Why are you doing this?"

Draco saw the rest of Harry's family standing around doing nothing, just watching as Harry got hurt. Rose actually had a smirk on her face.

"STOP!" Draco bellowed.

By this point Remus and Tonks had come out to the lobby to check on their wayward students and quickly took in the situation. Remus took over holding onto Vernon's and nodded at Draco to go check on Harry.

Vernon hesitated for a moment and that was all Draco needed to reach down and pick Harry up from the floor and help support him as they stumbled out of the room. Draco quickly loaded Harry into the car they had used to get to the studio and shoved the keys into the ignition. He heard Tonks calling out to him that the nearest hospital was to the right. Ramming the car into gear Draco took off in that direction. He took the time to program the GPS when they hit their first red light and then followed the directions towards the hospital whilst Harry cried harshly into his hands.

"Calm down Harry, calm down. You're okay. You did really well back there. He got in a few unexpected blows but you won in the end. He's so going down for this. He just attacked you in front of witness."

Harry forced himself into a calm state and smiled grimly while he gingerly reached up to touch his throbbing head. He probably had a concussion but it could have been a lot worse. His side was smarting as well, but he figured that he'd be out and about within an hour or so. Or that's what he thought until his sight started fading and he lost consciousness.

Draco was completely freaked out by this point and when he finally found the hospital he helped the staff put Harry onto a stretcher and wheel him into a ward, refusing to be left behind.

The doctors and nurses fussed over Harry for a few moments before declaring that he definitely had a concussion and had to be woken immediately. As they did a few tests they were able to determine that it was a mild concussion, but a concussion nevertheless. They also took a few x-rays of his chest to make sure that nothing was broken. The conclusion was that the impacts had not broken any bones but would leave behind some bad bruising. He would heal.

Draco took it upon himself to keep Harry awake and alert. He took Harry's hand and squeezed it.

"I'm really proud of you Harry."

"Why? I let him hit me again!" Tears threatened to fall but Draco stopped them in their tracks.

"Come on Harry, don't cry. I don't want to see you cry! We were having such a lovely dance. Think about that Harry. Everything is going to be alright!"

Harry looked up at Draco with dull eyes.

"Don't look at me like that either Harry. I want to see your bright eyes. The ones you get when you are happy and smiling. I want to hear you hum your yeses when you agree with me. I don't want to see you unhappy!"

"Draco… I have very little to be happy about right now." Draco scowled then and stood up throwing Harry's hand away.

"Very little to be happy about? You just stood up to your family for the first time! You told them the truth and mostly evaded your bastard of an Uncle. Not to mention Me! You aren't happy with me then? You know, the guy you've been with this last week though all the times your family tried to take a jab at you? The guy who has made you laugh on more than one occasion? You remember me? You can't be happy about me? They guy you've been snogging and doing touristy things with? The guy who helped you realize what an amazing person you really are? What about everything you've accomplished? You own three five star orphanages that help loads of children! You give the celebrities from all over the world clothes to wear for the best of the best outings! You have loads to be happy about and if you can't think of all the things you've done then at least think of all that you are. You are handsome, kind hearted and funny. You're strong and accomplished! You're a wonderful person Harry. A diamond. So tell me, why aren't you happy?

"Why… why are you…" Harry whispered before closing his eyes and taking several deep breaths as a tear escaped. "An escort…"

Draco felt anger welling up inside of him. He was just about to release all that anger at Harry when Harry spoke again and opened his wide, bright green eyes.

"You're the Diamond Draco! You're the one who's wonderful! Why did you have to be an escort? Why couldn't we have really met on a flight from LA to New York?" Draco felt his anger leave him and in its place he was filled with something else.

"Because if I'd been anything else we wouldn't have met."

"Bloody Hell!" Harry said covering his face with his hands. Draco approached the bed and gently stroked Harry's raven locks. Harry pulled his hands away and looked up into tender silver eyes.

"You think I'm wonderful Harry?" Harry let his hands fall to his side and looked carefully at the tender eyes and smiled as Draco continued to touch him.

"I do." Draco smiled and let his fingers brush tenderly over Harry's cheek.

"Hmm." Draco hummed with his smile still in place. "Well, I think you are wonderful too Harry and I don't believe you when you say I am."

"But you are! I'm the one who's worthless." Draco shook his head.

"Harry, you're regressing again. You're worth several billion dollars." Harry let a tear escape.

"How much would it take for you to stay with me forever?"

"What?!" Draco was stunned and he pulled his hand back. Harry closed his eyes and two more tears fell as he turned his face away. Draco ran over several things in his head...

"I think… I think the only thing you could give me to make me stay with you is you Harry. So long as I have you, I'll have enough to stay." He looked down at Harry with that tender smile once again. All of Draco's shock was gone and he'd come to one conclusion. He needed Harry in his life.

"Are you lying? Because I can't take it if you are."

"I'm not lying. If I can have you, I'll stay. I'll stay forever."

"Do you promise?" Draco nodded and gently touched Harry's face again.

"I think I need you Harry, I think my heart needs you and I know for a fact that you need me. I want you and if I can have you I think I can fall in love with you and spend the rest of my life with you." Harry looked up to capture Draco's gaze with his.

Draco grinned and leaned over Harry looking straight down into his eyes.

"For once Harry, be selfish. Be selfish and forget everyone else. This is all about you. You and me."

"Then… Then I want you and I don't want you to leave me. Will you be my boyfriend Draco?"

"I thought you would never ask." Draco breathed joining his lips to Harry's. Harry melted beneath Draco and brought his arms around the blonde's neck as the kiss deepened.

Taking Harry's hand in his he kissed the knuckles. "Now, in order to keep you awake but resting," Draco smirked, "let's plan our revenge."

"Revenge?"

"Of course! You're going to press charges against your Uncle right? We can have him taken in for aggravated assault at the very least. We can't have him charged for child abuse because the statute of limitations has already passed, but we can get the story out to the press and ruin him. Do you think you can do something like that?"

He only had to think for a few moments. "Yes. They put me through hell. It's time to bring the skeletons out of their closets. Revenge is a bit out of character for me... But yes, this is something that should have happened years ago."

"Well now that you've decided on a course of action, should we do it today or tomorrow? We need to get the police here as soon as possible to document the attack, but the arrest can happen later. It would be such a shame to force your Uncle to miss your sister's wedding especially considering your family are such upright citizens. We shouldn't miss it either. It is our whole reason for being in England after all."

"I want to crush them. I want to make them watch as Vernon is arrested at Rose's wedding like they watched him hurt me earlier."

"My dear Harry, what an idea, but how about we add a little bit of extra spice? You're William Jameson right? A celebrity. We can let it leak that you're here for a wedding and then watch as the media coverage quadruples overnight."

"I have some people I can contact in the police department and the media but we're going to need to be kitted out in top fashions for this to work. We're going to have to go on a bit of a shopping spree this afternoon if we're going to have anything to wear to the wedding. I'm not going back to the Estate until Vernon is in jail."

Harry glanced around. "Hand me my bag, will you? I'm going to start making those calls."

Over the course of the next twenty minutes he'd phoned the police (they were on their way), two journalists he was on good terms with and the manager of Harrods. The fantastic department store would have a large selection of high end clothes for them to choose from without them having to traipse all over London. They even sported one of his collections though he thought he'd prefer wearing Armani to the wedding.

The journalists would meet them outside the church the next day and stick with them for the duration of the festivities. Rita Skeeter and Richard Lovegood had been covering Society stories for years and he arranged to give interviews to them if they agreed to accompany him. They also agreed to spread the news that William Jameson was in town and had been hospitalized by his millionaire Uncle while the family stood by and did nothing.

As he was finishing his phone call to the manager, two PC's entered the room. They had already spoken with the doctors and just needed a statement from Harry. He recounted events as they had happened and then they turned to Draco for his witness statement.

"Thank you sirs, we'll be heading over to the dance studio in a few minutes to talk with this," he checked his notebook "Remus Lupin."

Harry smiled and thanked the men, watching as they exited the room.

The phone rang and Harry answered. It was the Commissioner. He'd been informed by his secretary that William Jameson need to speak with him ASAP and had briefed him on the case.

"Thank you for calling me so quickly sir."

"Mr. Jameson, I'm sorry that you've been put into this situation during your stay here in London."

"Sir, that's what I'd like to talk with you about. The man who assaulted me is my Uncle. The reason I'm in town is because of my sister's wedding and I still want to go but I don't trust my safety to any of the guests. I would like to request some bodyguards to join me at the wedding and be ready to arrest Vernon as soon as he makes one wrong move."

"You want your Uncle arrested at the wedding?"

"Yes, yes I do. The man, well my whole family really, abused me mentally and physically until I was able to leave the country when I was eighteen. I even have the invitation that they sent me for the wedding that I can hand over to you for evidence. The post script contains an unspoken threat to my person that caused me mental harm. If they behave themselves during the wedding, we can wait and handle things a bit more privately, but I want police there just in case something does happen."

"Well. We're happy to do everything we can to help. I'll have two... Oh! Do you want plain clothes policemen or officers in uniform?"

"In uniform please."

"Alright. I'll have two officers in uniform join you at the hospital right away and they or a relief team will stay with you until the situation is resolved."

"Thank you very much sir. Would it be possible to assign PC's Crabbe and Goyle to join me at the wedding tomorrow? They have as big a grudge against my family as I do and I'd like for them to be able to take Uncle Vernon into custody."

"I'll do what I can and let you know in the morning."

"Thank you again and goodbye."


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