What happened
Harry and Draco, fell out of the fire place at Rowan Manor. Harry laughing and Draco in shock he wasn't killed. Harry looked at Draco. "Guess you're living here now mate."
Draco couldn't believe his ears. "You'd just take me in?"
Harry looked at him. "Your father just tried to kill you. Do you think you have any where else to go?"
Draco looked at his shoes. "Guess not." In the most contrite voice Draco Had ever used.
Harry looked at the Diary in Draco's hands. "Is that what he hit?"
Draco smiled, "Yes its Tom Riddles old Diary...It really makes you feel bad...But not now." He looked at the diary that saved his life.
It was burnt, and dripping ink.
Harry knew what it was..."A horcrux...a bloody horcrux! Your Father Killed Riddles Horcrux"
Draco looked puzzled. "What the hell is a Horcrux?"
Harry got solemn. "It's the darkest of magic, a soul anchor. You tear the soul apart, and put part of it in an object. I had one in my head. That's where my scar came from. The goblins removed mine. Now your father killed this one. Tom is gonna be pissed!
Harry was laughing like crazy, soon joined by Draco!