A/N: I know that last chapter was a cliffhanger and I normally leave those for a while, but you can pretty much guess what happened so it was kind of blah and I just wanted to go ahead and update. Might as well, I figured, you know? So here's the next chapter, hope you enjoy it, and, as always, responses to reviews are at the bottom.

Chances To Come

Chapter Three

Dreams

Harry looked around him as the scene slowly came into focus. His eyes landed on the unconscious form of a large white dog.

Dragon.

The dream again.

Harry didn't want to see this again but couldn't bring himself to look away and no matter how he tried, he never made a difference, so he sat and watched.

Dragon slowly regained his senses and stood up, looking around and blinking as he always did when waking up. He saw the car too late. As it had every time Harry had had this dream before, the car hit Dragon and Harry cringed as he heard the sickening crack as the dog's bones broke.

Harry knew there was nothing he could do, this dream always ended the same, but he walked up to Dragon all the same and touched the white fur gently. Dragon didn't stir or respond in any way.

Dragon was dead.

Harry closed his eyes and buried his face in the soft fur to muffle his cry.

Harry woke up with one hand clamped over his mouth. He'd had that dream countless times since he first found Dragon (Draco, Harry reminded himself firmly), but it always ended the same, and always had the same effect on him. It felt too real. And hadn't Draco mentioned some people having dreams that reflected some things of the future?

Harry shook his head and hoped against hope this dream was not one of those dreams.

All thoughts of the dream were quickly erased from his mind as the angry face of his uncle appeared.

Dragon was once again puzzled by Harry's absence. And this time he got the feeling that something was very wrong. Harry… Dragon growled. The Muggle better not have hurt him again.

Dragon pawed the dirt, trying to get rid of some nervous energy while forming a plan in his mind. We can't stay here… I'm going to go crazy if I do, and I don't want to leave Harry here with these stupid Muggles. Dragon set his jaw in firm determination. It's time for us to go back to our world.

An hour later and there was still no sign of Harry. Dragon growled again and cursed the Muggles in his mind. A second later, the small boy took the dog's place and he fished his wand out of his pocket. Stupid Muggles…

Harry bit his lip so hard he was sure it would bleed but he managed to keep a moan of pain from the beating at bay then his aunt sent him running around the house frantically with more chores than he cared to count. Draco… Harry sighed softly, almost inaudibly, and wished there were some possibility he could go see him later but he knew there wasn't a hope to be had. He'd seen his aunt and uncle like this before and he knew that they'd not only work him until his body felt like it was filled with lead, they'd lock him in his cupboard the rest of the time.

"Boy! Get down here! The kitchen is a mess!" his aunt's shrill voice rang up the stairs.

But I just cleaned it… I wonder if Dudley got hungry… Wait what wonder? Harry entertained himself a little with similar thoughts as he headed downstairs to clean the kitchen. I hope she doesn't go into Dudley's second bedroom… Harry chewed his lip nervously and made a mental note to go back and clean it up more if he found the time.

He was surprised to find that it was not food in the kitchen, but there was dirt, grass, leaves, and what looked like flower petals strewn about on the floor. Who could have made this mess? No one ever goes into the garden or bushes except me… Wait… Oh, no.

"Boy!" His aunt's voice brought him sharply back to reality. "Are you going to stand there all day staring at it or are you going to clean up after yourself?" She tapped her foot, glaring at her small nephew as he hurried to clean up the mess, knowing better than to say it wasn't him who messed up her otherwise perfect floor.

He barely paid any mind to how tired he was as he could only think about one thing: Draco, what are you doing?

Then he heard his uncle's voice yell from the hall, "Who are you?"

Oh, no…

Draco sneaked into the house as silent and swift as a shadow. He didn't notice or care about the mess he was dragging in behind him as he moved from room-to-room, ready to curse the first Muggle who came into his sight. Oh, how I hate Muggles… he thought bitterly.

He froze at the sound of a shrill voice and he ducked into the darkness of a corner as he saw Harry coming down the stairs. He crept along the wall, not letting the other boy out of his sight, and he winced as he heard Harry's aunt accuse him of the mess on the floor. Discreetly, he used a small, almost powerless Charm to help Harry as he cleaned. Harry, I'm so sorry, but don't worry, we'll be leaving here soon. Draco growled low in his throat as he resisted the strong urge to curse that horse-like woman who was breathing down Harry's neck.

"Who are you?" demanded a voice behind him.

Crap.

He turned around, wand drawn, and faced the bloated man before him.

"Get out of my house!" he roared at the small boy, then he noticed the small piece of wood in the boy's hand. Though he tried hard not to show it, Draco could tell that he was afraid. "You f-freak! You're one of those people! Get away from here and never come back!"

Draco raised his eyebrows. "Alright, on one condition. You let me take Harry with me."

Harry and Aunt Petunia appeared behind Draco.

"Draco!" Harry breathed. "What are you doing?!"

Draco narrowed his eyes. "I'm getting us out of here. I'm sick of this place. I hate Muggles!"

"He's not going anywhere, he's got work to do –" Aunt Petunia started but was quickly silenced from a wave of Draco's wand.

"Do it yourself, you lazy people. Harry, grab whatever you need and come on, before I do something I'll regret later."

Harry walked across the hall to his cupboard and picked up a few changes of clothes – he didn't bother with any of his other meager possessions - feeling a strange fear of Draco. He'd never heard him use that tone of voice before; it just seemed to drown in hatred for everything surrounding him.

As they walked down the sidewalk of Privet Drive, away from number 4, Harry couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going to go?"

"Back to our world," Draco answered shortly, whispering "Lumos" then holding his wand out. Within seconds, a large triple-decker bus had appeared. Harry stared at it as Draco boarded.

After a moment, Draco stuck his head out, "C'mon, Harry," he said, the anger and hatred that had completely masked his face seconds ago, vanished completely.

Harry walked up to the bus silently and by the time he got inside, Draco had stretched luxuriously on one of many beds on the bus that were where seats would normally be.

"Welcome to the Knight Bus," said a voice in Harry's ear and he jumped, turning around to see the driver smiling cheerfully at him. "Lay down on one of the beds, lad, we'll have you where you need to be in a little while."

Harry nodded dumbly and chose the bed next to Draco.

Draco smiled slightly. "Don't worry, Harry, I always keep a little spare change on me, a ride on the Knight Bus is nothing. I was almost starting to think I'd never find any use for my money though."

Harry nodded again and before he could reply there was a loud BANG and the bus started barreling down streets and alleyways. The force threw Harry from his bed. Draco jumped up quickly and helped him up onto the bed again, smiling apologetically.

"Sorry, forgot to warn you about that…"

Harry simply shrugged. Draco frowned slightly.

"Look, Harry, I'm sorry for blowing up back there, but Muggles like them… they're just horrible and I can't stand them. I've been trying to plan when we could go back to our world for a while now."

"Tell me about it again, I want to hear about the magic school," said Harry, smiling.

Draco smiled back and told Harry all he knew about Hogwarts.

When the Knight Bus stopped in front of a small, shabby pub, Draco hopped off and Harry followed him, looking up at the dark, dank building curiously.

"The Leaky Cauldron," said Draco. "Keep your head down, Harry, you don't want these people to know who you are."

"Why not?"

Draco hesitated. Somehow with all I've told him, I never got around to him being famous.

You know you avoided it on purpose, another voice nagged at the back of his head.

I did not. Oh, bugger, I'm having an argument with myself, I really have spent too much time without the company of the wizard world.

"Erm…" was all he could really think of to say. "I'll tell you later, Harry, but for now, let's just try to slip by unnoticed, okay?"

Harry nodded, though still confused, and followed Draco into the pub.

Harry couldn't help but glance around as they walked through, trying to be unobtrusive. Are all of these people really wizards? And wasn't this a lot smaller on the outside? Harry shook the questions from his mind as Draco led him into a small courtyard that consisted of a brick wall and a trashcan.

Draco took out his wand and tapped it against the wall and Harry's eyes widened as the wall opened up into an archway. Fascinated by all the people on the small street before them, Harry wanted to join them but, to his dismay, Draco tugged him along a back way.

"Sorry, Harry. We'll go there sometime, but not now, we just need to get to the bank and I'd rather not have people screaming and pushing each other over to get to you at the moment."

Harry raised one eyebrow but said nothing. Draco cringed at his careless statement. "I promise I will explain it to you later."

Draco walked into the large, white building and though everybody inside the bank stared at Harry, none of them said anything.

"Goblins," Draco muttered. "They like to stare, but they don't care for excitement over anybody."

Draco walked up to a goblin that wasn't working with anybody and had to stand on tiptoe to even get to peek over the tall counter.

"May I help you?" the goblin asked in what seemed to be the nastiest voice it could manage.

Draco pulled a small key from his pocket and gave it a small toss up onto the counter. "I need to make a withdrawal from Mr. Lucius Malfoy's vault."

The goblin took the key and gave them both calculating looks then called for another goblin to take them down to the vault.

Harry's knuckles turned white when the small cart went tumbling down railways, passing countless vaults on the way. He felt like he was about to fly out and he tried to duck into the cart but Draco hung his head over the side and watched the occasional flames from below. Dragons.

When they reached the vault, Draco hopped out, completely unfazed by the ride and Harry followed him, wondering how his hair somehow got more untidy than usual.

The goblin took the key and opened the vault and Draco smiled slightly at the look on Harry's face. "It's a lot, huh?"

Harry nodded, staring at the countless heaps of gold, silver, and bronze coins. Draco got a collection of each then hopped back into the cart. Harry followed, the goblin behind him, and another cart ride later, they found themselves back in the front room of the bank.

"What now?" Harry asked quietly as they walked along the same route they'd come by.

"Now we can do pretty much anything we want."

"Where are we going to stay?"

Draco shrugged, "That's undecided as of yet. Anywhere but that cursed Muggle place, Surrey. For now though, we could probably just get a room in the Leaky Cauldron."

Harry nodded, "Okay."

They walked back to the Leaky Cauldron, Draco paid for a room, and then they went up and Harry carefully folded his spare clothes into a single drawer while Draco poked around the room.

"Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Will you tell me now why we couldn't let anyone see me?"

Draco's face fell but slowly he nodded and sat down on the bed. "I think I'll begin with how my father died. But sit down first, Harry, this is going to be a lot to absorb."

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A/N: I hope this chapter turned out okay. I seemed to hit a bit of a snag at the first, I was afraid of it sounding too much like a repeat of the last chapter, so I changed it up a bit and it came out like this :: sighs :: I can't help but think Draco sounds like a commonly stereo-typed Sirius. Ack, ack, ack, first I was worried about Harry's characterization, and I focused so much on Harry that Draco just turned out… ack! He doesn't sound seven at all in this chapter. I'm so sorry, everybody, but I knew I needed to push the story along before it got too slow and now it's just… I dunno, it just seems so blah.

And chapter four is going to be a lot of dialogue because of Draco's story. I'm sorry but it has to be put in there; I'll try to keep boring stuff we already know to a minimum but I can't make any promises 'cause then it'd leave Harry really in the blue about a lot of stuff. But I can't just cut it out 'cause I really need to inject how Lucius died.

Ack, ack, ack.

All right, now to thank my reviewers.

zekkers: Thanks a lot. And I'm sorry, but I couldn't really have Draco do anything to the Dursleys otherwise they'd probably be chased down by the Ministry and that wouldn't be good… ack. I hope you liked this chapter anyway.

DreamingToThis: I didn't want to have the Dursleys hurt him too bad otherwise he probably wouldn't be fit to travel too much, especially by the Knight Bus, so I decided on chores. It makes the Dursleys sound too nice doesn't it? Blah. I hate this chapter… There are just so many things wrong with it that I can't change. .

Dante: Well, it's kind of the point of an AU to change things up. Thanks for reviewing, even though I had to make Kairi make you, butthead. Mna on you. :P Bwahaha.

Thanks again to everybody and more cookies! :: Throws cookies to all the reviewers ::

~Sabre Black.