He arrives at the address he fetched from the Ministry of Magic. Is this where the Boy Who Lived lives? Such a small house, so far away from anything remotely magical. What a miserable place.

He walks up to the door, and very elegantly knocks once. He knocks twice. A quite umm… heavy man opens the door. The man looks him up and down.

"How can I help you?" Vernon Dursley asked in a raspy voice, before clearing his throat.

"Is this where Harry Potter lives?" Lucius asked, struggling to hide his disgust with this place. At the mention of the boy's name, Dursley's expressions suddenly shifted from annoyed curiosity to clear disdain.

"No, there's no one of this name here." He said, and rushed to close the door. Lucius blocked the door with his cane.

"Wait a second Mr. ahh… Dursley is it? Mr. Dursley" Lucius said, condescending as always. "I got this address from the Ministry of Magic. Harry Potter must be in this house."

"Ssshh!" Dursley rushed to shush him, and looked around in fear of someone overhearing their conversation. "Don't say that shit loudly out on the street."

Lucius raised his eyebrow. "What shit?"

"The freaky hocus pocus shit."

Lucius is growing tired of this muggle.

"Where is the boy?"

Dursley is weighing his options. A moment of hesitation, and then he lets Lucius in.

"Lovely home." Lucius exchanging fake pleasantries. Dursley huffed.

As Dursley went to fetch the Potter boy, he looked around the living room. Weird plastic objects with some sort of ropes connected to the wall, inanimate portraits on the wall, and a weird box with some sort of metal sticks sticking out of it. Muggle stuff.

He hears steps coming down the stairs, he turns around. "Harry!" He greets him delightfully.

"Sir," Harry greets him back. Clearly not knowing who that man was.

"My name is Lucius Malfoy", Harry's confused expression turned into realization.

"Mr. Malfoy! You're Draco's father?" Harry asked in surprise, Lucius simply smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine." Lucius sat down on one of the couches and gestured for Harry to do the same. This seemed to annoy Dursley, but what's he gonna do? "Draco tells me you haven't responded to his last few letters, which is out of the ordinary, and he was growing worried." He said the last few words slowly as he turned to glare at Dursley.

Harry turned to watch his uncle's reaction. Who just stood there, now his face turning a little red.

"I haven't been receiving them, sir." Harry answered politely.

"Oh, is it the muggle address?" Lucius looked around at the muggle house.

"Not quite." Harry looked down at his lap.

"What is it then?" Lucius raised an eyebrow in curiosity.

Harry looks up to his uncle, and then back at Lucius. Harry informs him of the situation. The blocked window, the door, no access to the outer world.

Lucius stands up. Walks up intimidatingly close to Dursley and looks him in the face. "Come on, boy. We're leaving."

"Leaving?" Both Harry and Dursley asked. Harry in surprise, while Dursley in rage.

"Yes."

"What about my stuff, sir?"

"Dobby!" Lucius called, and the house elf appeared out of thin air right next to Malfoy.

"Get this thing out of my house!" Dursley yelled. Lucius ignored him.

Harry seemed to be transfixed by the elf. "First time seeing a house elf?"

The question seemed to snap Harry out of it. He looked at Lucius, and then back at Dobby. "Yes, sir."

"Dobby, get the boy's stuff to Malfoy Manor" Lucius commanded the elf, and hit him lightly with the can. Dobby disappeared into thin air. Lucius extended his hand to Harry, who took it, and the both disapparated out of there.