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Book 2 – Part 2: The White Dragon

Harry's eyes came to rest on the small skinny creature, a memory hitting him before he even could attempt to slow it.

He entered the grand old house, Lucius Malfoy opening the door, welcoming him to his home.

"Milord, I am honored to welcome you into my humble home."

Malfoy bowed, stepping back beside his wife who was with child.

"Ah, a pureblood in the making," he said with a smile as he entered, the door shutting behind him. "A noble thing, this child will be the first of many to enjoy the new world we will bring about."

Narcissa blushed, Lucius beamed.

"Thank you, Milord. Please, this way."

They then entered a large Dining Room with a large table.

"Dobby!" Malfoy shouted.

With a -POP- the creature appeared, bowing extremely low, very clearly shaking in fear.

"Yes, Master?" he squeaked.

Harry quickly shut the door before rushing forward, quickly taking in the memory and putting it aside.

"Dobby, what happened?"

Dobby's eyes widened even more, just staring up at him in shock, fear, and…reverence?

"Harry Potter knows Dobby? How?"

"Never mind that now," Harry said quickly, his eyes trailing over Draco.

The whole right side of Draco's face was burned, the burn continuing down his neck, shoulder, and arm where his robes were scorched and charred, the rest of his robes were covered in dust and were torn.

Dobby was shaking, and with a glance, Harry saw that he was burned as well, and that the thing he was wearing was in worse condition than the washing rags he had to use when he cleaned.

Harry got up and quickly cleared off his bed, silently setting the books back under his table and bed. He then went back to Draco, Dobby still staring at him in shock, watching Harry Potter move so fast and silently.

"Dobby, help me get him on the bed," he ordered, not really knowing what he should do, but knowing something was better than nothing.

Dobby nodded numbly, went to Draco's feet, and helped Harry place him in the middle of the bed (about a foot from either edge).

Harry then kneeled down on the floor and retrieved the potions from under his bed he had just made recently, and set them on the side table in front of the moving picture of his parents.

Harry quickly assessed Draco's injuries, finding that the burns were the only visible injuries, save for the small cuts on his hands and face, as if he had been caught in an explosion.

Harry carefully removed Draco's robes and shirt, handing the ruined clothes to Dobby's outstretched arms. Dobby carefully folded them the best he could, and laid them on Harry's desk as Harry quickly grabbed his cauldron and took a step towards the door.

"I'll be back, I think there's a first aid kit in the bathroom," Harry said. "Stay here and be silent, if he wakes up, tell him I'll be back soon, and to be quiet."

Dobby nodded, standing by the bed.

Harry quietly left his room, going as quickly as he could to the bathroom. He was thankful his relatives were still eating and that the tv was loud. In moments that felt like hours, he got the first aid kit from under the sink, a few towels (hoping Petunia wouldn't miss a few from the back of the bathroom cabinets), and filled his cauldron with water. He then returned to his room, arms carrying the heavy cauldron, a finger grasping the first aid kit's handle, and hand towels draped over his shoulders.

Entering his room again, he quickly set the heavy cauldron down on the floor, and the other things on his desk. He then turned to Draco. Dobby moved out of his way, moving to the right side of Harry and standing on his tippy toes to see what Harry was doing.

"You can get on the bed, Dobby. I'm going to need your help soon anyways," Harry said as he began to clean the burns the best he could, removing debris (shards of glass, pieces of cloth, and wooden splinters) with the twisters from the kit. As he did that, Dobby crawled up on his bed and knelt carefully beside Draco's right side.

Hoping that what he had done would be enough, Harry grabbed the jar of Burn-Healing Paste, and opened it.

"Dobby, here, help me put this on the burns," Harry said, taking a scoop of the stuff before handing the jar to Dobby.

Dobby did as he was told, getting Draco's arm while Harry started on his face. They quickly finished that, having placed the towels under his head, shoulder, and arm so the paste did not get on Harry's bed. Harry thought about wrapping the wounds, but remembered the orange paste worked best in open air.

He finished by using some of the Wound-Healing to close the cuts he could. Wound-Healing didn't work well on burns, because they left hideous scars, and caused the 'healed' burns to be raised, since the potion was designed to make skin close over, instead of growing new skin.

Seeing that that was all he could do for his friend at the moment, he went to his desk chair and turned to Dobby.

"Dobby, come and sit here, please," Harry said, motioning to the chair. Dobby quietly shuffled over to the chair, and did as he was told.

Taking a clean small towel, he got it wet from the water from the cauldron.

"Here, let me help you."

Harry was relieved to find that Dobby's burns were not as bad as Draco's as he began carefully wiping away the dirt. After quickly cleaning the burns, he placed the orange paste on Dobby's minor burns.

"Harry Potter is indeed great, and his goodness is beyond anything," Dobby breathed, frozen before him.

Harry was at a loss for words for a moment. Shaking himself, he refocused.

"Dobby, what happened?"

Dobby began shaking, and looked as if he was about to cry. And then he did…

"Dobby, shh, shh! Please, quiet!" By the word 'quiet', Harry had taken hold of Dobby's skinny little arms (mindful of the burns), and was kneeling in front of the chair Dobby was currently on.

Dobby sniffled and cut off his sobs, Harry thinking that it was a miracle no one outside the room had heard him.

"You must tell me what happened," Harry whispered.

Dobby looked down for a moment, before looking back up. Harry released him but stayed where he was, his head just below Dobby's.

"I'll show Harry Potter," Dobby mumbled, before raising his shaking hand and placing it on top of Harry's head.

Harry felt an intense surge of something flood into him from Dobby, before everything around him suddenly whirled out of focus, and he found himself elsewhere…

He was peeking around some furniture, everything around him seeming so much bigger than they should be.

It only took a second for Harry to realize what this must be. Dobby had given him his memory.Taking in what he was seeing, Harry instantly knew where he was: the Malfoy Mansion.

He was in a large Living Room, large bookshelves covering the left wall, an archway beside the shelves that led into the Dining Room. There was a door leading to the backyard on the wall in front of him to the far right. There was grand furniture throughout the room, including several large couches and chairs.

Lucius was standing in front of the bookshelves with a black book in his hand, facing five darkly clothed people, all of whom were standing and looking at Lucius.

"The Dark Lord entrusted this to me, Crouch," Lucius stated plainly.

"If the Dark Lord knew of what you would become, or more specifically of what your line would produce, he would not have, but sadly, even the Dark Lord can't know everything," Crouch spat, before doing something odd with his tongue that vaguely reminded Harry of a snake.

Lucius was about to retort when Draco entered from the Dining Room.

"Father?" he asked, looking questioningly to the five visitors.

"Go to your room, Draco," Lucius ordered as Crouch stepped forward.

"Ah, little Malfoy, how does it feel to be a blood-traitor?" one behind Crouch asked.

Crouch raised his wand at Draco, and at that, Lucius snapped…

"HOW DARE YOU POINT YOUR WAND AT MY SON!" Lucius boomed, seeming to apparate in front of Draco.

In a blink of an eye, Lucius grabbed his son and literally threw him toward the archway without taking his eyes off the five Death Eaters in the room as curses began to fly.

"Dobby! Protect Draco!" Lucius ordered, before diving behind the couch in front of the bookshelves, throwing a curse out that hit one of Crouch's men in the face.

-POP-

Harry, seeing through the eyes of Dobby, found himself helping Draco up, just beyond the archway, as Narcissa brushed past them to help her husband.

Turning, he could see the whole room filled with curses shooting back and forth, two of the five cloaked people out cold on the floor. But before he could even comprehend what was truly happening, he saw two very large spells careening towards each other. Instinctually knowing what was about to come, he cringed.

-BOOM-

The magical pressure was unbelievable as the air around them seemed to implode. He felt himself get slammed back soon after, the crashes and roar around him passing in a blur…and then silence…

Opening his eyes, he looked around him. He was just inside the Dining Room. The wall with the door to the outside was gone, and the bookshelves had been blasted away. Books, pieces of furniture, chunks of wall and ceiling were everywhere, a large part of the Living Room ceiling having fallen in, in effect splitting the room in half. The archway was wider now, due to the blast, and three bodies could be made out laying under the debris in the Living Room.

He felt the link with his Master and Mistress sever, and knew Draco was his only master now.

'Young Master!' Dobby suddenly thought.

He didn't need to look far, finding Draco a few feet beside him.

"Young Master?!" Dobby croaked out quietly, turning him over, afraid to make too much noise.

"Dobby?" Draco breathed, an ugly burn covering half his face.

"Yes, Master?"

"Stay with me…" he mumbled, taking a breath. "Potter…take me to Potter…" he continued. "Do as he says…" He then lost consciousness before he could say anything else.

"Are they dead?" Dobby suddenly heard a disgusted voice ask beyond the fallen ceiling.

"Don' know, but if any of 'em aren't, they soon will be," another voice growled.

He then saw Crouch Jr. and three others begin to push part of the ceiling away, just before he grabbed Draco's arm, and vanished.

Harry fell back and hit the floor the moment Dobby lifted his hand from his head.

Dobby gasped, leaping from the chair and going to Harry's side.

"Harry Potter sir, Dobby's so sorry!" he cried, horrified at what he had accidentally done.

"It's alright, Dobby, really, just stay quiet. Trust me, if my uncle hears us, Draco won't be safe."

Dobby nodded quickly, worry ebbing from his frame as Harry rubbed the forming bump on the back of his head.

"Boy! What do you think you're doing up here?" Vernon's voice shouted as he made his way up to Harry's room.

"I'm sorry uncle, I…uh, dropped a book, won't happen again. I promise!" Harry answered, hoping Vernon would leave it at that.

"Better not, boy!"

Harry breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Vernon going back down the stairs.

Harry turned back to Dobby.

"Do you know who those people were?" Harry asked, taking a seat on the office chair, while Dobby gently settled on the corner of the bed, at Draco's feet.

"Only Crouch Jr.. Dobby didn't see the others' faces."

"So they were there for that book?"

"Theys said for their plot to work theys needed the diary…to make most terrible things happen…"

"They just came to get the diary?" Harry asked, getting a bad feeling. Dobby nodded.

That book couldn't possibly be the one he saw in that memory flash, could it?

"Dobby, did you get a good look at the diary?" Harry asked.

"Dobby did once, sir."

"Did it have a name or anything on it?"

"Yes, Harry Potter, 'T.M. Riddle'."

Harry bit his lip.

Well, there was little he could do about it at the moment. At least this proved Horcuxes existed, though Harry wasn't exactly thrilled about that, it was something.

Harry sighed, looking at Draco, patches of orange paste covering him.

What was going to happen now? Draco's parents were dead. What should he do? He knew he needed to get help, but help from who?

He was just beginning to think about options when Draco suddenly moaned.

"Draco, you're safe, but please be as quiet as you can. I put some stuff on your burns that should help you," Harry said, moving his chair closer to the bed.

"Potter?" Draco asked, opening his eyes. "Dobby?"

"We're here, you're in my room. Dobby got you here."

Draco breathed a sigh of relief.

"Potter, I can't stay here, they-they'll be after me," he said, looking at Harry.

"The Death Eaters?"

"Yes. After everything last year, there have been some…changes. My family has been looked down upon since, well, really since the troll," he admitted. "They think my dad allowed me to do those things, and, I don't know, encouraged me to do them."

"Do you think they will try to get you here?" Harry asked, a little nervous (alright, a lot nervous, but he hid it pretty well).

"I don't know, but, honestly, at this point, it is a strong possibility. Blood-traitors are worse than, well, mudbloods to them, not to mention they'll want to make an example out of my family."

"How could they find you here?" Harry asked. "Dobby popped here, and they didn't hear you when you told Dobby where to take you."

"They have their ways. If they really want to, they can find me, just a matter of time. I need to leave here as soon a possible."

Harry clenched his jaw, before going into action.

"What is Harry Potter doing, sir?" Dobby asked, watching Harry get out some parchment, ink and a quill.

"I'm writing a letter."

"To who, sir?" Dobby asked.

"Someone who should be able to help, I just hope I'm right in my assumption," he answered.

Harry dabbed the quill into the ink, thinking.

"It needs to be in some kind of code, subtle-like, they might already be watching in certain areas," Draco advised, carefully sitting up, Dobby quick to help him.

"Alright, I have an idea," Harry said, writing.

Severely-Strict,

The White Dragon is safe.

His keeper is with him.

-Burner of Garlic

"What do you think?" Harry asked.

"'Severly-Strict'?" Draco asked, raising an unburned eyebrow.

"Professor Snape. I unintentionally made that his nickname last year; he overheard."

Draco smirked, but that quickly changed into a grimace, having irritated his burn.

"Nice touch on the dragon, and I won't even comment about 'Burner of Garlic'," he added with a half smile that he could safely muster.

After a moment, Harry looked out the window, frowning.

"What is it, Potter?"

"I can't let Hedwig out until dark, my Uncle…" Harry muttered angrily, before narrowing his eyes. "Oh well, this is far more important, but before I send Hedwig out, I need to write one more letter. I think the Custosae de Lux should be informed."

Draco gave a short nod.

"I'll only write to Hermione, she should be able to safely get the message to the others, save for Crabbe and Goyle. I don't think it would be a good idea to owl them anything at the moment. Do you think they'll be alright?" Harry asked, taking out more parchment and beginning to write.

"Their parents haven't really let them hang around me much. But we did manage to get together long enough to arrange for them to act like they hate me. I'm certain we have their parents fooled; they're safe," he said, closing his eyes.

Harry watched him rest for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Draco," Harry whispered finally.

"It's not your fault," he stated, his voice alone being all that was needed to make that statement final.

Harry went back to writing, trying to determine how much he should say.

"They're gone," Draco muttered. "My Parents…I saw…"

"Master, Dobby's so sorry," Dobby sniffled, just able to keep himself from sobbing again.

Draco took a breath, trying to quell his emotions. Exhaling slowly, he managed to keep the tears in his eyes. Harry decided to stay quiet, and to leave Draco to his thoughts as he finished writing.

The White Dragon's parents have been slain.

Alert those who you are allowed to. Our Foe's followers are moving.

They are after the White Dragon. I don't know how safe he is here.

I've alerted Severely-Strict.

Keep my owl for me. Reply normally.

-As One we will march against our Foes

Harry showed the letter to Draco.

"I hope Hermione will be able to figure it out," Harry muttered.

"She will."

"The next time we are all together, we'll come up with codenames for the rest of us," Harry said.

"Good idea."

Harry opened Hedwig's cage, the time being 5:46 pm.

He looked outside and held in a curse. The Masons were pulling up into the driveway.

"We'll have to wait for a moment, Hedwig," Harry said, taking a seat; she looked annoyed, but understood.

"Potter, how do you have these potions?" Draco asked suddenly, looking on the side table and seeing them, as well as the first aid kit.

"I've, uh… had a lot of time to read and stuff, so one night I made them while everyone was sleeping."

"Nice, certainly came in handy, huh?" Draco said, attempting to sound lighthearted, but failing.

They heard the Masons enter, Vernon and Petunia nearly tripping over themselves to welcome them in. They then must have taken the Masons into the Living Room, for they could barely hear the drawling dialogue.

"You know, at least my parents…like yours…went by doing something important," Draco whispered, after a long moment. "They didn't go like Quirrell, but went out the best way there is," Draco continued, his voice shaking ever so slightly, before pressing his lips together and tightly closing his eyes. He slowly turned his face away from Harry, just in case any tears escaped…

"Yes, they did," Harry agreed, his voice as quiet as Draco's.

They just sat there for a time, both thinking.

Both of them had now lost their parents, and both in similar ways. Both of their parents had died protecting them, and were killed by those who were evil, by Voldemort or his followers.

They both now had very strong reasons for fighting, not that others didn't, but they both now had something more to drive them.

Voldemort and his followers would not get away with what they had done.

"We'll get those bloody bastards, Draco. And their Master will not go unpunished either," Harry vowed.

Draco merely grunted in agreement, not trusting his voice.

Seeing that it was getting darker, and that Hedwig was getting restless, Harry told her to go to Snape first, and then go directly to Hermione without stopping. Hedwig softly hooted an affirmative, before Harry silently opened the window and let her go.

The time was now 6:14 pm.

"Do you have your wand, Draco?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I keep it on me all the time."

"So do I. Well, go ahead and rest, me and Dobby will keep watch, and if you think you need any more of that paste, just tell me, I have plenty," he said, motioning to the still half full jar. "Oh, and if you're hungry, I have a sandwich and some chips."

"I'm not hungry right now, thanks, and my burns are feeling alright at the moment," Draco said, easing himself back down.

"Alright," Harry replied as Draco closed his eyes to attempt sleep.

Harry looked around the room, trying to see if he could do anything to busy himself.

He didn't feel like reading, but couldn't stand just sitting there.

He began collecting his books and packing them. He quietly got out his large suitcase and began gathering his clothes and anything else he might need. He didn't know what Snape would do when he got the letter, but just in case he came and they needed to leave, at least he would be ready.

"Dobby, could you get the books from underneath the bed quietly, please?" Harry asked, noticing the house-elf itching to help, but unsure if Harry wanted him to.

Dobby happily followed the request, and gave Harry the books, some of which had been pushed far to the back.

"Has Harry Potter read all of these books?" Dobby asked, breaking the silence with a hushed and awed voice.

"Most of them, but not all of Lockhart's… and I don't think I ever will. That man is a fraud, I really can't believe people are falling for his lies, though, people have fallen for worse I suppose," Harry answered absently.

Draco was now asleep, and an occasional fake laugh of Harry's relatives reached the bedroom. Harry was now done packing, all that needed to be gathered now were the potions, which he could easily grab.

Harry sat down, looking out the window, watching dusk come. He grabbed his sandwich, broke it in half, and moved to give one of the halves to Dobby.

"Oh, no. Dobby could not take Harry Potter's dinner," Dobby said, his eyes wide.

Seeing that Dobby was going to be stubborn and suddenly realizing he was rather hungry, (he had missed lunch after all), Harry opened the bag of chips.

"Here, at least take this then," Harry nearly ordered.

Dobby complied, hearing the slight tone in Harry's voice.

"Thank you, sir."

They ate, Harry slightly amused at the delighted expression from Dobby after he tried his first chip.

"Dobby has never eaten anything like this, sir! What is it?"

"It is a potato chip."

"Dobby loves potato chips," he said, chomping down another one.

"Dobby, if anything happens, I want you to grab Draco and pop out of here, okay?" Harry said after a moment, opening his bottled water.

"Yes sir, but what about Harry Potter?"

"Don't worry about me, I have a few ideas building in my head."

"Harry Potter is a great wizard."

Harry mutely shook his head, but was not going to bother contradicting Dobby.

Harry looked at his suitcase, suddenly thinking of something. Quickly finishing his sandwich, he got up and reopened the suitcase.

"I should have thought of this earlier," he muttered, pulling out his cloak, before locking his suitcase again.

Dobby gaped. "Harry Potter, is that—"

"Yes, an invisibility cloak. It was my dad's. Now, even if Vernon comes in, I can put this over Draco and you, and he won't know you're here."

Dobby grinned.

It was nearly ten when the Masons finally left. Vernon thanked them for visiting, once again tripping over himself in becoming the world's greatest brown nose.

Harry heard the tv turn on once again in either the Kitchen or Living Room, the Dursleys no doubt talking among themselves, congratulating each other on their wonderful acting skills.

Harry rolled his eyes.

Soon after, Draco woke up, groggily taking part of the second sandwich Harry had made earlier and sipping some water from the other bottle of water.

Draco was about to say something when Dobby interrupted.

"Harry Potter, owls," Dobby said, pointing out the window.

Harry quickly opened the window, immediately taking the packages and letters, one owl being rather insistent that their delivery be looked at first. The four owls landed on his desk, standing side by side, all looking rather tired.

Harry took the insistent owl's envelope, and opened it.

Stay inside.

I am making plans, just be ready to leave.

Do not reply unless there is trouble.

S-S

Draco looked at Harry, wanting to know what the note said. Harry handed it to him; Draco extended his good arm to take it.

"Pretty insistent, just like his owl, huh?" Harry asked, before turning to the other owls, Snape's already turning to leave, which it soon did.

"What are all these other owls doing here?" Draco asked.

"Well, it's…uh, my birthday," Harry answered quietly.

"Irony hates you, doesn't it?" Draco asked.

"I seem to think so," Harry said, opening the other packages and letters.

Ron's letter was brief, a quick 'Happy Birthday Harry, hope you are doing well', along side a package of chocolate frogs.

Neville's was pretty much the same, but added some things he had been doing with his Gran, including making a garden, but to Harry, it was obvious that Hermione had warned them not to put anything in their letters that might cause suspicion.

Neville's gift was a magically sealed package of odd looking seeds, which Harry opened, causing a faint glow of golden light around the package. Apparently, the seal was designed for only him to be able to open. Within was a tiny note, reading:

Just in case.

Harry smiled.

He knew what these seeds were, and Neville knew he knew, since in the last letter he had written to him had mentioned how he wished he had some in case they were ever needed.

They were Energy Seeds, coated in a special herb that increased one's healing, while the seed itself improved stamina and strength.

He took four seeds out, over fifty of the flat little things in the package.

"Here," he said, handing two to Draco and the other two to Dobby. "If anything happens, bite down on one of them. They're Energy Seeds," he said, putting the rest securely in his pocket.

Draco nodded, placing them in his pocket as well, while Dobby 'ooo'ed at them for a moment before putting them away in his filthy cloth. Harry didn't bother to ask how they would stay in there.

Harry then went onto Hermione's package. Her gift was a simple assortment of candy, her letter tapped to it.

Harry,

I've told the others about your last letter. Ron's family was rather interested in it's news. They got a summary from Ron, hope that's alright.

Everything is going well here, though the news is already spreading.

Hope you are enjoying your birthday the best you can.

Hedwig is staying the night at my place and is resting.

And seeing that it is probably late when you receive this, I don't expect you to write back.

-Hermione

"She told the others, and I'm sure Ron's dad is doing something about it," Harry said, beckoning all the owls to leave, before closing the window.

"That's good," he said, just before noticing the cloak draped over the back of Harry's chair. "No way…"

"Oh," Harry said, seeing his eyes on the cloak. "It was my dad's. Figured that if Vernon comes up here, I could quickly cover the two of you with it."

Draco was surprised and impressed.

"Very nice."

- - -

It was just passed 11, and the Dursley's were still downstairs, enjoying their success in impressing the Masons, even Draco by this time was finding it no longer amusing.

"Are they like this all the time?" he asked Harry.

"No, usually they're this hyped up about talking about Dudley, or how stupid I am," Harry answered with a shrug.

"Harry Potter is not stupid," Dobby stated defiantly.

"Thanks, Dobby," Harry said.

Dobby beamed.

Harry was inwardly amused, casting his eyes out the window and onto the dimly lit streets. He suddenly stood up, pushing his chair back a little, his eyes scanning below, at first not sure what, or rather who, he was seeing.

But a flash of memory surfaced, giving him the answer…

The dark shadows swept across the trimmed grass, surrounding the house of his choosing…

"Death Eaters..." Harry breathed.

Several dark figures were slowly approaching, cutting across the lawns and spreading out, taking cover in the shadows, but Harry saw them.

"Draco, get your wand out. Dobby, stay here and protect Draco. Bite those seeds. They're coming."

Harry didn't bother to close the door behind him as he ran out, crunching a seed between his teeth, dashing down the stairs, wand out, to the Living Room, where the Dursley's were. He could hear his relatives calmly chattering away like gibbering monkeys, oblivious to the danger quickly approaching.

- - -

A/N: Again, for those of you who review (kindly and honestly), -thanks- each of you help me improve and type faster. :)

I don't know when I will be able to post the next part because of the start of school and some family matters, but I will post as soon as I can. Please don't hurt me... :P

NOTE: Due to the Longbottom change I had made in the 3rd part, (the attack having happened before Voldemort's fall) Crouch Jr. was not caught... Most of the other Death Eaters who took part in the torture of the Longbottoms were, but were charged with other crimes initially, not the torture of the Longbottoms.

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