In Malfoy Kingdom- Draconis Prov

Draconis had been riding hard all night and as dawn approached he saw the tip tops of the roofs, 'Silverdale at last,' he thought as he rode slower through the town watching the early morning risers begin their daily chores.

"Good morning good sir," greeted a man wearing a dusty white apron, his faced was white, streaked with flour "can I tempt you with some fresh baked bread, hot from the oven?"

Draconis nodded "how much for four buns?"

"Twice a penny," replied the baker.

With a light smile Draconis reached into his pocket and handed the man four pennies "double the order, it is a fair day and you seem the honest type."

The baker smiled back as he fetched the eight buns Draconis had requested "have a pleasant day traveler."

"Same to you, many blessings of fortune," replied Draconis and the baker seemed to smiled wider as Draconis placed the buns in his travel bag and led the horse through the town market, quickly finding a pub and trying his horse outside before entering.

"What can I get ya?" asked a cute looking girl with long blond hair.

Perhaps some fresh warm milk if you have supply," asked Draconis and a large pewter mug was placed in front of him "thank you."

"Your welcome, it costs three pennies," the girl smiled as Draconis cautiously dug three pennies out of his pack, there were several people in the pub, they looked rather shady and Draconis did not want there to be any reason for them to cross paths.

Miss," asked Draconis "where is the nearest inn?"

"Just up the road sir, there's a sign hanging that reads Silverdale town inn sir, anything else?" she smiled again, behind her eyes Draconis read that she was finally happy to have a pleasant customer.

"Thank you miss," thanked Draconis rising his mug to his lips to hide a yawn, it wouldn't be clever to reveal weakness to the shady and untrusting, especially when he was carrying the vast amount of money he had stashed in his pack.

Finishing his milk and bread Draconis walked up to the young girl and took her hand in his "thank you for your services miss, have a pleasant day," the girl smiled as Draconis's hand left hers leaving two more pennies.

Draconis left the pub and found his new horse among the group of others, reaching up to pet her he kissed he end of her snout "I really must give you a name," the mare neighed as she pawed the ground with her left leg, leading her down the road to the inn, Draconis thought "Caramel?"

She stopped with a whinny, "no alright then what about, Syfron?" she bucked her head back and forth "very well then, you will now be known as Syfron."

Draconis kissed her snout again and continued to the inn, on the way buying an apple for Syfron, soon reaching the inn Draconis asked the stable boy to find a place for her before entering the main office and inquiring about a room.

"What sort of room do you require young sir?" asked the very fat man at the desk, he was dressed merchant proper, but his clothing was a tad too tight and the buttons seemed readily to burst off.

"One perhaps overlooking the town, do you hold rating for your rooms good sir?" asked Draconis and the man nodded.

"Yes we do," replied the man "There are peasant rooms fit for whores and overnighters."

Neither "Are you saying I look like a peasant sir, and I nor arrive with a whore," Draconis almost growled appalled at the language that came from his lips.

"I was merely saying young sir, perhaps a room of middle class?" asked the fat man and Draconis suddenly spied a name plate almost hidden under a stack of papers.

"What would a room of high middle class cost Mr. Dursley," realizing in his head that this was the prince's uncle, and praying he is not recognized.

"Three silvers a night," replied Vernon Dursley his piggy eyes excited for the silver he wanted to receive.

Keeping up an act Draconis shuffled through his pack and quickly while Mr. Dursley was looking away took a handful of silver and placed it in an empty pouch; he pulled his out with a very convincing look of contemplation on his silky alabaster features.

With a dramatic sigh Draconis pulled out six silvers "I shall stay tonight and tomorrow, and leave after I raise in the morning, my key sir," Draconis held out his hand and Vernon handed him a large silver key "good day sir."

Draconis left the office and found room 12, unlocking it with the key, he was quite surprised when he saw the room, expecting dumpy and dirty, this room was quite the opposite it was elegant to the point of comfort and the balcony windows opened to reveal the town.

'Good still no guards,' thought Draconis as he lied down on the surprisingly comfortable bed and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

In Malfoy kingdom- Harry

Harry had been riding hard all night and morning, by mid afternoon he felt he could no longer ride on, spying a sign that read Silverdale- town .5 miles.

Harry smiled to himself as he urged his horse to continue, the town was quaint just small enough to be classified as a town, and he asked the nearest person who happened to be a young girl with light blond hair where the nearest inn was.

"You're the second to ask today sir, it's just up the road, the Silverdale town inn sir," replied the girl.

"Thank you," replied Harry trying to hide a yawn, and he pressed the horse a bit further, trotting up the path Harry slipped off the horse and handed the reins to the stable boy, his emerald green eyes scanning the barn, thinking approval to himself at seeing a few nice looking horses well taken care of inside, Harry headed to the office and bought a high middle class key from a extremely fat man that looked very familiar, but he was too tired to place it, opening the door numbered 11, he tossed off his cloak kicked off the boots and fell asleep upon hitting the pillow.