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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53264 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter List
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Chapter 29: Arriving at Privet Drive
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The next day found Harry literately crawling out of the Chamber of Secrets. In the past weeks since his first lecture with Dumbledore, his mentor had drilled him with defensive and offensive spells, but this time he had tested his endurance in magic-casting, which primary meant that the man had cast spells as strong as he was able to over the last two hours. Of course, as a vampire, he was probably still feeling better than his friends would right now, but that was of no consolation at the moment. He felt drained of magic and utterly exhausted. He knew he needed blood, but he didn't feel right with the thought of drinking from Lucius as long as their bond wasn't completed. Maybe he would have taken his first mate's blood if the process wasn't so sexually charged, but it was and he just couldn't leave Draco out of something as important as this. Draco also needed blood, probably for weeks already, but that of course, hadn't changed the prat's mind yet, and so the three of them were literately starving.
"I don't understand why you always go down to that horrible place," Myrtle's whiny voice suddenly said from above him.
Looking up, he scrambled to his feet, patting dust and grime from his trunks, and said: "It's the best place for practice."
Myrtle huffed and luckily disappeared down the drain next to him. When he heard a sound from behind him, he turned around and watched Dumbledore floating out of the tunnel with much more grace than he had managed. His twinkling blue eyes landed on his dirty clothes and he chuckled.
"I would say a shower is in order," the man said.
Harry only smiled weakly back and Dumbledore said: "I heard that you and our Headboy are leaving over the weakened?"
"Um... yeah. Hermione, Ron, Fred and George will also come with us," he told the Headmaster, thinking that he really needed to get going. He had promised his friends to meet them after his training in his quarters so that they could look up the spells that they would need for the renovation.
"Then you had better go, I imagine there are still quite a few preparations you and your friends need to make," Dumbledore twinkled at him.
"Yeah, thanks. I will go then, see you..." Harry quickly tried to remember when their next practice would be, but couldn't remember right now; he was just too tired.
"In two days," Dumbledore smiled with a wink.
Smiling sheepishly, Harry quickly left the girl's toilet and made his way down the corridor. As much as Ron and Hermione and he still had to do until Friday, they could at least do it in peace because his father and Lucius had decided that the weekend together would be enough dates for the week, so he didn't have to make time for Draco. This also meant that he would finally have more time for his friends as well. Between his Order-work, dates, and training he had less time to spend with them than he would have liked, but this week would belong to them, at least until Friday after lunch.
The door to his chambers swung open as usual and he quickly went into his library to check whether Ron and Hermione were already there.
"Finally!" Hermione exclaimed as soon as he had stepped into the round room. "I thought Dumbledore would never let you go," she said and wrinkled her nose as she saw his dirty and dishevelled appearance.
"Um... we trained a bit longer. I will just take a shower and then join you," he said to his friend.
"Take your time," Ron grinned at him from where he lounged lazily on a chair.
"Ron, we only have three days left to prepare, he better hurry!" Hermione snapped at him.
"How many spells do you think we will need? We will be finished in no time!" Ron argued back.
"But we also need to decide where we will buy all the things we will need, like more blankets and furniture!"
Harry left his two friends to their bickering and closed the library door silently. Using his vampire speed, he returned to his bedroom, fetched a set of clean clothes and stepped into his shower. He luckily didn't feel sore thanks to his vampire genes and the hot water could of course not do much for his cold body temperature, so he only washed before exiting the stall again. Taking his wand from the shelf where he had put it, he cast a drying spell and then started to dress in the numerous layers of his black outfit. When his waistcoat and boots were tied, he checked his appearance in the mirror and called for Oscar.
"What can Oscar do for Master?" the little elf squeaked with a bow.
"Could you bring a goblet with blood to the library? I am really starving." He of course knew that animal blood would not help him with his hunger, but it at least would give his growling stomach something to do.
"Oscar will bring you some blood immediately," the elf promised and popped out of his bathroom.
When he arrived back in the library, he already saw a goblet and even a crystal decanter filled with blood next to his usual seat, while his friends were sipping on mugs of steaming hot chocolate.
"So, do you already have an idea of what kind of spells we will need?" he asked Hermione as he sat down. His friend nodded, bent down and retrieved a long list from his bag.
"I don't think that we will need any muggle-repelling charms, seeing as Privet Drive is a muggle neighbourhood. But we will need expansion charms for the rooms, transfiguration charms to add a few more as well. Then we need a charm, so that the electricity and our magic will not interfere with each other, some protection wards to ensure the security of the floo connection and of course a ward that allows us to practice magic in the first place, we are underaged after all."
"Draco will cast the ward for that. He is already 17," he told his friends.
"What? Ferret-face will be going with us to Privet Drive?" Ron roared.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Harry simply nodded. He knew that his friends had been looking forward to their weekend together and Draco Malfoy was putting a damper on their excitement, well, on his as well if he was being honest.
"The whole weekend?" Ron prodded incredulously.
"Yeah..." Harry didn't know what else to say, or which words would make the situation better.
Hermione scowled but then said: "I guess it is a good idea. You really should learn how to get along with each other. I mean, his father has become a good friend of yours."
"Malfoy Senior is not a friend of Harry, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed in what sounded like outrage.
"And what, do you think he is then?" Hermione asked pointedly, while Harry continued to watch their discussion; he honestly hoped that neither of them would ask him about his opinion.
"Well," Ron answered "he is just a new Order Member and Harry is polite to him because he is the leader and has to be. Besides, Malfoy is the best mate of his father and he definitely doesn't want to cause trouble with Snape."
A low growl had risen in his throat when Ron had called Lucius his father's best mate, but he quickly squashed it before his friends could notice anything. It got harder and harder to suppress this reaction with every insult he heard about his first mate. At least, Draco had taken his father's threat seriously and had stayed at a more appropriate distance from Pansy and Daphne, so his stupid jealousy had calmed down a bit.
"So, Harry, where should we go shopping for the new Headquarters?" Hermione's voice suddenly pulled him from his thoughts. She had spoken loudly and in a voice that indicated she was slightly annoyed with him. Looking up, he saw her and Ron staring expectantly at him, apparently, their conversation had ended some time ago.
"Um... er..." he really had no idea where they could go to. Would they simply go to a muggle store? Most items weren't so different from their magical counterparts, like blankets and plates. His mates would surely disagree with him, but they luckily weren't there right now and even so, the Headquarters was his project and no one else’s, so he would decide what he wanted to do at Privet Drive.
Hermione sighed exasperatedly. "If you can tell me what you imagine the house to look like, I think I can find the shop we will need," she told him.
Grabbing his goblet, Harry used the time to think about a concept for his late relative's house, but all he knew was that he wanted to give it an entirely new look. He didn't want anything that would remind him of his horrible years there in the house. It would be expensive to buy all of those things, but he had the money. Lucius would probably only laugh at the sum he would spend. And it shouldn't resemble Grimmauld Place either, so he said: "I want it to become a friendly, cozy place. Not gloomy. And I think we should give it a modern touch."
He watched Hermione think for a moment, while Ron continued sipping on his hot chocolate. Finally, she said: "We could drive to Ikea. Is there a bus that drives to London nearby?"
Harry nodded. "There is. Lucius could tell you about it," he grinned.
"Why?" Ron asked curiously, he was always interested in funny stories about the Malfoy’s.
"Because," he explained "we took it to London. I told you that he needed some clothes when he was staying with me."
"Really?" Ron snickered. "Malfoy in a muggle bus? How was it?"
Remembering the trip with his mate (who had not yet been his mate at the time), he rolled his eyes. "He didn't want to sit down and nearly broke his neck when the bus started, but I had luckily grabbed him in time, so in the end he only fell on top of me."
His redheaded friend made a face. "That sounds like an awful lot of contact with the prick."
"It was quite uncomfortable at that time," he agreed, which was true.
"And now it wouldn't be?" Ron asked further, his face gaining a slightly green colour.
"No!" Harry exclaimed and then recoiled at the raised eyebrows of his friends. "I mean..." he stammered. He needed to find a plausible explanation. "I mean, now we get along and... it only was to save his neck."
His friend opened his mouth to reply something, most likely something rude, but Hermione cleared her throat and said. "Then it's settled? We will go to Ikea?"
Thankful for the interruption, Harry turned towards her and nodded. "Yes, but not on Friday. I think we will need the day to banish all the stuff we don't need anymore."
"I maybe we should also look for an untraceable expansion charm, so that we can comfortably carry all the items back to your house."
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As he had predicted, they spend the next two afternoons in his library as well. Despite the tedious work of browsing through numerous books, Harry enjoyed each minute of it. It was almost like in their old days, when he still had been human and did not have two mates and an uncompleted bond to worry about.
Draco didn't show up during those days, but Lucius always spent at least one hour in the evening with him, where they simply talked about their day. His father also joined them, but often a little later and stayed after to keep him company during the night.
When Harry entered the Great Hall on Friday for lunch, he instantly saw Draco's dark glare fixed on him upon entry. His second mate sat between his friends at the Slytherin table, his arms crossed and his plate untouched. Across from him, Harry could see Pansy leaning forwards suggestively, but to his inner joy, his mate didn't even spare her a glance. Still, he hated that he still reacted this way to the prat and wanted to kick his own butt for it.
Turning quickly away from the scene, he followed Ron and Hermione to their own house table. Fred and George had kept three spaces free for them and to his surprise he could also see Neville and even Luna.
"Hey guys," he greeted them and flopped down, instantly a goblet with blood appeared in front of him instead of a plate, and he took it thirstily.
"Hey... H... Harry..." Neville greeted with a small smile.
"What are you two doing here?" Ron asked eloquently, whilst already filling his plate with potatoes.
"We heard you were going to establish our new Headquarters," Luna told them dreamily, but it didn't really explain anything, so Harry asked: "And?"
Neville blushed and started to stutter even worse as he answered: "We... We... would like to help... I mean, if you need help..."
Harry didn't think there was a reason why they shouldn't join them as well but exchanged a look with Ron and Hermione regardless. His two friends nodded, so he told Luna and Neville:
"Of course you can help, but I have to warn you, Draco is coming as well. Dumbledore has set his crazy mind to making us get along."
Neville paled at his words, the boy had always been afraid of the arrogant and insulting blonde, but Luna only smiled even more dreamily than usual and breathed: "Of course he does." She earned herself a round of questioning looks from the others, but to Harry's relief she didn't explain anything, as usual.
"So, do you still want to come along?" he asked carefully.
Neville seemed to brace himself but then nodded. "I... want to contribute something to the Order as well... I know I am not a good fighter..."
"Nev, don't talk yourself down. I am sure you will be great if you need to be," Hermione said with a reassuring smile.
"Yeah Neville, you are a Gryffindor as well," Fred smiled brightly and shoved another fork full of meat into his mouth."
Neville's blush deepened and he quickly turned back to his own lunch.
Grinning at his friends, Harry emptied his goblet and then settled for watching his friends eat. Sometimes he missed eating, at least the social aspect of it. It would also come in handy if he could simply go with Draco to a restaurant for one of their dates and hold onto his fork or knife, but that wasn't an option. But on the other hand, the drinking of blood also had a strong social and even sexual component. He probably only missed it right now, because he had not fed for about five weeks and felt lonely.
"So, what have you planned for the house, Harry?" George pulled him suddenly from his comfortable daze of simply watching his friends.
Blinking a few times, he answered: "Today we will simply empty the house, I really don't want to be reminded of my late relatives..."
Ron interrupted him: "That will be a hard task with them still floating around there."
"Well, maybe they can at least show Malfoy what they think about Pureblood-supremacy," his twin brothers chuckled.
Harry groaned: "Oh fuck, I forgot them!" He groaned at the thought of how this weekend would turn out with his muggle-hating mate and his magic-hating ghostly relatives in one house. Of course, Lucius didn't like Muggles either, but the man at least knew when it was of no use to open his mouth. Needing to think about something else other than the upcoming weekend, which looked more and more like a looming nightmare, he continued to tell the twins what they had planned in the last days: "When we know what we will need for the house, we will take the bus to London and go to Ikea."
"Ikea?" Neville frowned.
"Yeah, it's a popular muggle shopping centre for furniture," he explained.
"Oh man, dad would love to go there!" Fred exclaimed, making him wince. Sure, Mr. Weasley would be thrilled to accompany them, but they would accomplish nothing with the curious man in toe.
"Have you charmed your handbag?" he asked Hermione, who nodded. "Of course I have, Harry."
"Do we need to go to Gringotts before we go to your place?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head. "No, I still have the muggle giro-card da... er... I mean Snape got me."
As if his friends had all gotten a silent command, they suddenly laid the knives down.
"Shall we go then?" George asked, rubbing his hands together.
"Sure, he agreed and stood up. As he turned around and glanced over to the Slytherin table, he saw that Draco had already disappeared. His eyes wandered further to meet his first mate and then father's eyes for an unsuspicious good-bye, and found them sitting next to each other at the Head Table. Both men inclined their heads slightly, which made it barely visible, but his vampire eye's caught the gesture. He held their gazes for a moment longer trying to convey to them that he would miss them, before breaking the contact and turning back to his friends. They all stood there with bags over their shoulders, clearly waiting for him.
"Let's go," he said and went ahead to his quarters.
Some students followed them with curious gazes, but as they were heading for Gryffindor Tower, they weren't too suspicious.
"We will floo directly to Privet Drive from my living room," Harry said as they reached the door to his rooms.
When he entered his living room a moment later, he saw Draco already sitting in one of his armchairs.
"Really Potter, not only a bunch of Weasels and a Mudblood but also Looney-Luna and good-for-nothing-Longbottom?" His mate sneered.
Sneering back, Harry hissed: "Yes, they wanted to help as well and in contrast to you, they are at least Order members."
Draco narrowed his eyes when Ron, Fred, and George snickered behind him. "Well, shall we exchange a few more insults, or can we go?" He asked.
"We can go," Draco drawled and waved his hand in the direction of a human-sized monstrosity. "Who will take my trunk?"
Only now did Harry notice the huge trunk next to the armchair.
"You can't be serious, Malfoy," Ron had seen the trunk as well and was eying him in disgust.
Fred and George, who looked as if they wanted to say something entirely different, asked: "You know that we are only going for three days, not three months?"
Harry watched his mate huff arrogantly. "Of course I know, but we are going to a Muggle house; it's probably more a Stone-age-cavern than anything else, so I am prepared."
Hermione rolled her eyes exasperatedly and sighed, but apparently decided to not say anything; it probably would be of no help anyway, Harry thought.
Thinking that they would never get Draco to leave 90% of his things behind anyway, he said: "I better call for Oscar then; he can take our things - Oscar!"
His servant appeared and bowed deeply. "What can Oscar do for Master?"
"Could you please take our luggage to Number 4, Privet Drive? My bag is still in my bedroom, though..." he told his elf.
"Of course, Master, Oscar will bring things immediately," Oscar said and with a snap of his fingers all their bags, his mate's trunk and even his own bag stood in front of the little creature. He watched Oscar disappear with their things and then said: "I will go first." But when he turned around, Draco had already grabbed some of his Floo Powder and tossed it into his fireplace. "You said Number 4, Privet Drive, correct?" he sneered, before calling out the destination and stepping into the flames.
Harry could only shake his head. Really, his second mate was a mystery to him. Draco always declared that he felt nothing for him, that they weren't mates, but then he went ahead through the floo first like Lucius always did. He wasn't stupid enough to not have realized why his older mate always did so; it was to make sure that no threat awaited him on the other side and be able to protect him just in case.
Hermione gave him a pointed look, but he could only shrug at the antics of his second dominant. He grabbed a hand of Floo Powder as well and quickly followed his mate before the blonde boy could get into any serious row with his relatives.
"Dad, there’s one of those freaks!"
Harry winced as he stepped out of the hearth. His uncle and cousin hovered in a sitting position over the sofa, but for once no television was going.
"I do hope you did not mean me, you filthy Muggle?" Draco sneered. He had already dusted off and was looking as immaculate as ever.
"And so it begins," Harry sighed inwardly, just when Neville arrived behind him. His friend goggled at the two ghosts, but he had no time to say anything because his uncle had seen him and roared: "Boy! How dare you to bring your freakish friends here?"
The fireplace behind him flared again, but Harry paid it no attention as he said: "Do we have to go over this again? This is now my house. You are dead... well not really, but you are ghosts and can do nothing about it. We are here to renovate the house. I need it for work."
"Dad," Dudley whined. "Harry wants my room!"
Vernon immediately started shouting again, Harry could practically see his fat face going redder and redder, but in reality, it of course stayed silvery white and translucent.
"You will do nothing like that, boy! And do not come here with your hocus-pocus!"
"Is he always that stupid?" Draco sneered besides him; his disgusted expression had gotten even more so.
"Yeah, he is," he mumbled. "Unfortunately, when your godfather explained that ritual to ensure the Blood Wards around this house after they had been killed, he didn't know that my relatives would turn into ghosts. But as soon as we don't need those wards anymore, they will disappear."
Draco only sneered further. "And when will that be?"
Shrugging, Harry turned to his friends; he didn't know the answer either. He was just about to tell his friends that they should select a bedroom when his uncle started again.
"I will not house a bunch of your kind in my house!"
"You don't need to fear us," Luna's voice sounded suddenly and when he turned to the fireplace, he saw her stepping out of it with Nagini hanging over her shoulder and Justitius dangling upside-down on one of her radish earrings.
"You forgot them," she said at his questioning look and put Nagini's heavy body down; how she had managed such a heavy task, Harry could not fathom. Luna truly was an enigma.
"Boy, are you listenening?"
Harry decided that he was not in the mood to listen to his uncle's rant any more (it probably was also the best way to handle his relatives at this point anyway) and turned back to his friends.
"Just try to ignore them," he told his friends and mate. "Hopefully he will get bored of shouting."
Luna, Fred, George, Neville (who was shaking in fear), Ron and Hermione nodded, while Draco only continued glaring.
"We need to decide where everyone will sleep. There are three bedrooms. My old one, the one for my cousin and the one for my aunt and uncle, which is the largest one..." he told them, thinking that maybe Ron, his brothers, and Neville could share the one for his uncle and aunt’s, seeing as the girls probably would want to share a room together; besides, Fred and George surely would have no problem in sharing a double bed.
"I will take the largest room," Draco drawled and gave them all a pompous look.
Glaring at his rude mate, Harry raised an eyebrow and asked: "You realize that we would have to not only share a room then, but also a bed?"
"Why would I share a room with you?" Draco sneered.
"Because," Harry explained with as much patience as he could muster, "we all need to share a room for tonight because the house does not yet have enough bedrooms. And I think you would like to share with Ron or Neville even less."
Draco threw him a disgusted and scandalized look and then drawled: "I still think I deserve the Master's bedroom."
Hermione snorted. "There are no such things as a Master's bedroom in a Muggle house Malfoy."
Draco only huffed. Wanting to prevent an argument, Harry quickly interjected and said: "Then we will take my uncle and aunt's room... Neville, Ron, Fred, George, I would suggest that you take my old bedroom. Dudley's is bigger, but he has so many things in there that you four wouldn't fit in. But please, if you find my old cot, please don't use it..."
Ron and his brothers nodded understandingly, but Draco and Neville gave him a questioning look, which he ignored politely.
"Then let's search for our bags and bring them up," he told the group and they left the living room and his still silently cursing uncle.
They found their bags in the corridor and picked them up. Draco, of course, levitated his huge trunk up the stairs but didn't offer him any help. Sighing, Harry grabbed his small rucksack. He could have levitated it as well, but then Hermione would know that he was already considered of age and would probably not need long to conclude that he was also already mated.
"Where is the room?" Draco asked in a bored tone when he stepped behind him into the first floor.
"It's the last one," he told him and then turned to the others. "Hermione, Luna, you can take the first room on your right and you," he turned to the three redheads, but Fred was faster: "We will take the beautiful rooms with the countless locks in front of it."
His friends disappeared into their rooms and Harry followed his mate to their own, glad that the blonde hadn't been there to hear the comment about the locks. He hadn't even reached the door when he heard Ron exclaim: "Why does this room smell like our bloody Potions Classroom."
Grinning sheepishly, even though no one could see him, Harry shouted: "My... er... Snape slept in there last summer!"
"Great!" He heard Ron grumble and finally followed Draco. The blonde was sneering at the bed when he came in and sniffing the air. Luckily he had forgotten to close the window before leaving and enough time had passed so that his mate could not smell that he had slept in here with Lucius as well.
"This is degrading!" Draco snapped and threw him a filthy glare.
Why couldn't the blonde keep his mouth shut for one moment? "It will get better after the house is renovated. And we can make sure that you get your own Master's suite with all the brick-a-brac you need to enjoy yourself," he sneered back, before pulling out his wand to quickly cast a cleaning spell on the sheets, but then thought better of it and called for Oscar.
"Could you please change the bedding for us? And maybe fetch some more if there isn't enough for everyone?" He asked his little elf.
"Of course, sir. Oscar will get right to work!" Oscar exclaimed eagerly and banished the sheets, along with the two blankets and pillows.
"Where can I put my clothes?" Draco asked without looking at him.
"Nowhere yet," Harry replied. "We first need to banish all of my relative's things... and then we have to buy new furniture unless you want to put your things into this cupboard today and move it again tomorrow."
Draco sneered again and said "I think I can wait until tomorrow," before leaving the room without a further glance at him. But he wasn't alone for long because Justitius came fluttered in and attached himself to his sleeve with a happy chirp.
Harry pet his familiar's tiny head quickly, before following his mate downstairs. The others were waiting there as well and for a moment he only stood awkwardly in front of them. Suddenly the task of renovating the house seemed so huge and he didn't know where to begin anymore. His hands started to tremble and he cursed his weak, submissive nature. If he had to be honest with himself, he was astonished that he was not yet showing more signs of not being dominated for so long, but he guessed that it was like the things some people experienced in terrifying or life-threatening situations; somehow the body managed to go on but would break down afterwards. He had the growing feeling it was the same with him and that he would only feel the effects of this long period without a leading hand after he, Draco and Lucius had finally completed their bond. Hopefully, they would be at that point soon, or he probably would be a useless mess by then.
Surprisingly it was Draco who saved him by saying: "Do you wish to stay in this hallway the whole day or shall we set up the wards?"
"We can start with the wards," he said quickly.
"Then one of us has to stand at the north end of the grounds and the other at the south," Draco told him.
"So, you need me for the wards as well?" he asked. He had thought that Draco would cast the spell on his own.
"Not necessarily, but the wards will be stronger if two people are casting it, besides, you are the house's owner and already bound to the Blood Wards," Draco explained in an overly patient voice.
"Um... okay... then I will go into the front garden and you can go into the back garden," he pointed at the living room, where the door to the garden was. His mate gave a curt nod and then said: "The incantation is ‘Libris in Pace Evoke’, and we have to cast it simultaneously."
"How will we now it will be simultaneous?" He asked helplessly.
Draco rolled his eyes and drawled. "Just count from three down, but loud enough that I will be able to hear you."
"But Harry, don't we need an adult for this? I mean, you are both only..." Hermione bit on his lips, probably to stop herself from giving his true age away and then continued "... not yet of age."
"I am already of age," Draco said, his Malfoy mask perfectly in place."
"You are?" Neville asked curiously and squeaked in fright when Draco threw him his best, imposing glare. "I am, Longbottom. The rest is none of your business."
"That still leaves Harry," Ron pointed out.
"He will be fine," Draco drawled in his condescending voice, making clear that he would not answer any more questions and for once, Harry was glad for his mate's commanding nature.
"If you say so," Ron muttered but didn't say more.
Sighing, Harry glanced at his mate, who just ordered "Let's begin". His instincts were purring in pleasure at the first command his second dominant had given him and a flush rose to his cheeks. Hastily he turned around, hoping that Draco had not noticed it. He went outside and checked if any muggles were coming down the street. Only an old lady was bringing her garbage to her garbage bin, but she disappeared back into her house quickly. When the door was closed behind her, he checked a second time and then pulled out his wand, before shouting: "Three, two, one..." He cast the spell and watched in awe as a silver net came from his wand. It rose and spread over the whole length of Number 4, Privet Drive. From the other end of the plot, he could see a similar net rise, until they touched in the middle and started to connect. When all threads were connected, it slowly dimmed and then became invisible. Only when he could see nothing of the new ward, did Harry dare to lower his wand again.
He pocketed his wand again and returned back inside. Draco stepped into the hallway at the same time and instantly threw him yet another glare. "You could have at least warned me that that snake is out in the garden!"
"Didn't you see her arrived?" he questioned his mate, who seemed set on complaining about every minute detail he didn't like.
"Of course I did, but I wasn't aware where exactly she had gone to," Draco sneered.
"Well, I wasn't either. She is about 30 years old, I don't keep track of her," he replied dryly.
"So you let a dangerous, poisonous snake out of your sight?"
"Now, now," Fred interrupted them. "I thought we have a lot to do, today?"
Nodding, Harry concentrated back on the task at hand and turned (so that he would really be able to concentrate) his back to his mate. "I think we should split up into groups. You can banish nearly everything, only the beds should stay for the night and maybe all tellies, DVD and the Playstation.
"Ah, and you better not touch Snape's Potions Lab, or he will have our heads," he told his friends. With the exception of Hermione, he only got confused looks, so he sighed and said: "Let Mione show you which things I mean." Turning back to his mate, he asked: "Shall we start down here?" Draco nodded curtly and they all split up. Ron, Hermione, Fred and George went upstairs, whilst Luna pulled Neville down into the basement. Draco was already vanishing into the kitchen and he hurriedly followed his mate.
The blonde was banishing cups from the cupboard and so he turned to the kitchen table and pulled his wand out.
"Your family had no taste, Potter," his mate sneered after about five minutes.
"I know," he sighed. Draco looked at him with confusion glittering in his ice-blue eyes; he had probably expected a fierce defending speech from him, but he wouldn't do that for the Dursley’s, he was glad that they were dead and couldn't do much besides annoy him.
"You know," Draco continued "I had always imagined you would have grown up with more luxury than... this." He made a derogatory motion with his hands, before banishing a pile of plates.
Harry wasn't really surprised. Many people thought that he had grown up like a king, they just couldn't imagine that the boy-who-lived, the hero who had saved them all from the Dark Lord, could have a worse family life than themselves. But truth to be told he was glad they didn't know, it was better than being pitied; it wasn't very useful right now though. Draco's prejudices were one of the reasons why their bond wasn't progressing. He knew that his mate thought that he was a spoiled, goody-goody Gryffindor who not only got everything he wanted in the holidays at home, but also got away with everything at school.
His mate wanted to comment further, but in this moment his aunt Petunia came floating in and started screeching:
"What are you doing with my kitchen, you cursed child?" And then to his absolute horror, she started yelling "Vernon! Come quickly, the freak is destroying my kitchen!"
Harry wished the ground would open and swallow him. Draco was watching him with an unreadable expression on his face; he shouldn't have agreed to take him along, now he would pay the price for his compliance. By Monday evening he was sure that every single student of Hogwarts would know that his relatives called him a freak and a cursed child.
In the next moment, Vernon came in as well and soon two ghostly voices were shouting at him. Unfortunately, his submissive instincts decided to act up again just then. He tried to hide his shaking but wasn't sure if he managed.
"We should never have taken you in! You are the bane of our existence! You freak! We fed you, we dressed you, we provided you with a good education and you bring your freakish friends into our house and destroy it!"
In the past, he would have sneered at his uncle and tossed the words right back at him, probably even ten minutes ago, but right now he couldn't. All he could think about was running over to his second dominant and hiding behind him, but Draco would never protect him. His heart clenched and he wished Lucius would suddenly appear and save him like he had done all those weeks ago when he had been tortured by one of his visions. But of course, Lucius didn't know how bad he was feeling right now. A terrified mewling sound escaped his throat as panic and fear overwhelmed him. And then suddenly, he heard Draco shout "Defixus!" A greyish light shot past him and a second one and the screaming stopped.
Turning around slowly, he saw aunt Petunia and uncle Vernon hovering only a few feet away. Their faces were still contorted with their earlier shouting, but frozen in mid-movement and their silvery colour had dimmed to a stony gray. His eyes widened in disbelief and he turned to stare at his mate. Draco only stared emotionlessly back, wand still in hand. He didn't move to comfort him or speak words of reassurance, but that didn't change the fact that he had heard his terrified exclamation and had helped him.
Hope rose inside of his chest and spread warmth through his body. Draco had helped him and not only that, he had reacted to one of his instinctive sounds, which was typical for vampires and would have no meaning for anyone who was not one of his mates. He couldn't say whether Draco realized it as well, but it was clear that Lucius had been right; his son's defences were slowly crumbling. For the first time since the evening he had brought Draco back, he believed that his second mate would come around after all.
"Your family," Draco drawled suddenly, but Harry was sure that his mate's voice didn't sound as disdainful as it used to "...is annoying."
He wanted to snort at Draco's understatement, but then he realized that he was still staring at the blonde. Blushing, he quickly swirled back around to the dining table and muttered a "Thank you." He didn't know how to behave around his second mate right now. Why could Draco not simply come over and envelope him in his arms? Then he would at least know what to do. Of course, he hadn't believed for a second that the blonde would do anything like this, but it would make things so much easier; now the situation was even more awkward than before. And it wasn't only him who radiated this awkwardness, Draco did so as well.
"We wouldn't want that our savoir to die of fright wouldn't we?" His mate sneered in reply, but his voice still sounded somewhat strained and odd.
"I guess not," he replied awkwardly.
He started to clean out the house again, and so did Draco. They worked silently side by side and it was neither as comfortable as with his other mate, nor as unbearable. The inside of the house was a much harder task than he had thought and he quickly realized that even with his large amount of magic, he couldn't banish the contents of a whole shelf at once, or he would get tired too quickly. Draco didn't comment on the poor taste of his not-so-late family anymore, but Harry could often see what he thought by the look on his face; the sneer was an even bigger part of this Malfoy than of the other, but therefore, he found out that Draco's eyes were more open than Lucius’, or maybe Draco just didn't care about hiding the feelings he viewed as acceptable for a Malfoy (like disdain and disgust).
When they were finished with the kitchen, they moved into the living room, which luckily was not occupied by the last ghost anymore. Hermione had already magically packed all DVD’s and the telly into cardboard boxes and piled them into a corner (probably just in case he had sent Draco alone into this room for cleaning).
"I can't believe that my father actually survived living here for..." Draco broke off and frowned.
"For about two weeks," Harry told him helpfully.
"Did you force him to do servant's labour as well?" His mate sneered at him.
"Of course," Harry replied with a smirk. "Your father actually was so nice and helped me bury my dead relatives." He watched Draco wrinkling his nose, before continuing: "He didn't do it without being threatened, and I guessed he realized that having three dead bodies in a house in the middle of the summer could have become even more uncomfortable than quickly burying them."
"Why didn't he simply kill you?" Draco asked and Harry could actually hear the well-hidden curiosity in his voice; it seemed as if Lucius had really told his son nothing at all. With a sigh, he flopped down onto the sofa and told him: "He couldn't, or more accurately: He could have, but then he would have ended up a prisoner in this house and would have starved sooner or later. And in the beginning, he, of course had hoped that his Master would save him."
Draco only huffed at his words but refrained from saying anything. Maybe even his stubborn mate could not find it in his heart to defend their former Lord?
"But no need to fear, I won't force you to cook," he told his mate and earned himself a sneer.
"Did my father have to cook?"
Harry actually couldn't even fathom why Draco would ask such a thing, no one in his right mind would expect a Malfoy to cook, unless of course he wanted to poison himself with burned meat and vegetables. "Of course not, but he helped me cut some vegetables once, but I wouldn't dream of letting one of you actually cook.
"But for chopping ingredients we are good enough?" Draco replied hotly.
Shrugging, he told him: "Well, Lucius is a Potion’s Master. He is good with chopping, much better than me actually."
"That will not be the only thing where my father or I am better than you," Draco drawled arrogantly.
"As long as I can still beat you in Quidditch, I am fine," he grinned and stood up again to start cleaning out the shelving unit. A hissing sound reached his ears, but he didn't turn around and Draco didn't throw another insult at him or continue with his questions.
With a swish of his wand he banished Petunia's expensive china; they were ugly anyway, regardless of how much they might have cost. Looking over to Draco, he saw that his mate was just banishing the sofa before continuing with the armchairs and the coffee table.
When he opened the next cabinet door, his eyes landed on the chess set he had always used with Lucius during their short stay and took it out. This chess set held so many nice memories for him. He and Lucius had gotten closer using it and it was the first thing the blonde had done for him; teaching him chess. Maybe not the very first, he had comforted him before that, but it was still precious to him. Going over to the pile of boxes, he placed it carefully on top of them. Lucius probably wouldn't want to play with a muggle board ever again, but he still wanted to keep it.
He and Draco needed another two hours for the living room and then thirty minutes for the hallway.
"Let's check which other room has to still be cleared out," he told Draco and went up the staircase, not waiting and looking whether his mate would actually follow him.
Hermione and Ron were working in Dudley's former room. In front of the windows stood more of the cardboard boxes Hermione had conjured, full to the brim with DVD's and video games.
His friends didn't seem to notice them as they stood half hidden behind a cabinet door, so he asked them: "Much to do in here?"
"Yes, your cousin really was spoiled," Hermione sighed.
"He was," he agreed and leaned against the doorframe.
"And his clothes, my whole family would fit into one shirt," Ron said with disgust in his voice. "But speaking of spoiled," his friend continued "how is it going with Malfoy?"
"He is still alive, isn't he?" A voice behind him drawled suddenly and said blonde stepped out next to him.
"Yeah, I can see that," Ron spat back. "But only because you are alive and unharmed doesn't mean that spending so much time with you was a pleasant experience."
He quickly stepped in before Draco and Ron could start arguing: "It was fine, really. He didn't do anything. He even helped me with my aunt and uncle."
Ron only glared at his mate suspiciously, until Hermione poked him in his side.
Clearing his throat, Harry decided to change the topic: "So, where are the others?"
Hermione smiled at him thankfully, apparently as much in the mood for an argument as he himself, and told him: "Neville and Luna are still in the basement. I told them to keep the washer and dryer. Fred and George had started with your room but well..." she glanced over to his mate and didn't finish the sentence, but it wasn't necessary, Ron and he knew what she meant and he certainly didn't want Draco to get to know even more about his miserable life with the Dursley’s; he had already witnessed enough.
"And now?" He asked and Hermione quickly continued: "Now they are cleaning out the bathroom, I think they have already finished with the guest room."
"Then Draco and I will continue with our bedroom," Harry said and turned to leave.
Ron made a choking sound, most likely at the phrase our bedroom, but he ignored it and lead Draco back to the main bedroom.
"So, that was what the bedroom of a spoiled Muggle looks like?" Draco asked as he stepped inside behind him.
"Yeah," he answered, not really knowing what else to say, he would certainly not tell his mate how much he had always envied Dudley as a child. His cousin always had everything, whilst he hadn't even owned a teddy bear to play with.
"How pitiful," his mate sneered and opened the upper drawer of a small cabinet, where his aunt had stored socks and underwear in. "My room is certainly bigger, of course. It even would be wrong to simply call it a single room. I have an entire wing at home."
Harry honestly didn't have any idea why his mate was telling him that, he had seen Malfoy Manor only a week ago and could very well imagine what Draco's rooms must look like. "I wouldn't know," he said. "You wouldn't show me your rooms when we were there."
Draco didn't react in any way. Huffing, he went over to one of the nightstands. His eyes fell on a thin cord; he had almost forgotten about it. He quickly looked over to Draco, but when he saw the other boy was still examining the cabinet, he quickly took the cord from the nightstand and pocketed it. Maybe it was foolish to keep such a simple and worthless thing, but it had brought him and Lucius, and thus also Draco, together. If he hadn't bound his and Lucius’ wrists together, his first mate would never have witnessed his nightmares and would have never betrayed his Lord to help him.
Sighing, he pulled his wand out and started to look through Vernon's nightstand. Somehow, he wasn't able to throw his uncle's three golden watches away; neither could he do it with his aunt’s pearl necklace, bracelet, and earrings. It wasn't that he wanted to keep them as an heirloom. He just couldn't throw such expensive jewellery away, so he put them to the side as well, before banishing the little drawers. He joined Draco at the wardrobe and started to banish trousers and shirts of his uncle’s. Halfway through the cupboard, the door slid open and Nagini slithered in, followed by a hectically fluttering Justitius. He watched his little bat with a smile, who flew over to the hangings and hung himself upside down to take a nap, whilst his other familiar slithered onto the bed and watched him lazily.
"You really are never alone, are you Potter?" Draco asked with a guarded look at Nagini.
"No," he agreed. "And I like it that way."
They fell silent again and worked for the next two hours. Somehow, his aunt had managed to put more clothes, towels, and sheets into the shelf unit than he had imagined possible. When it was already getting dark outside, Luna poked her head inside. She first only stood silently there and watched them, and somehow she had managed to be so silent that neither he nor Draco had heard her, because when she finally spoke up, they both flinched.
"Hermione wants to know if she should order pizza for everyone?"
He needed a moment to actually wrap his mind around what Luna had asked after the scare. When his racing heart had finally calmed down again, he realized that he hadn't considered food at all, probably because he hadn't actually eaten in such a long time. But pizza was actually a very good idea because they didn't have a kitchen to cook in anymore. "Sure. Tell her to order two jumbo pizzas and..." he fumbled inside his pocket, where he had pocketed the rest of the money he had found in his uncle's safe "...give her that." Luna took the money he was holding out, before saying in a strange tone: "I will leave you two alone again."
He stared at her for a moment, even when the door had already closed again, until Draco's sneering voice pulled him out of his stupor:
"Potter, have you told her about us? Not that there is anything to tell..."
Rolling his eyes, he turned back to his scowling mate. "Of course not. But Luna just knows things. I don't know how, but she always does."
Draco narrowed his eyes and hissed: "If I find out you lied to me and have told your friends about our courtship..."
"Of course I haven't. I wouldn't even know how to tell them, they don't know about your father and me either, not even about our transformation," he interrupted Draco before could start ranting.
"And what do they think you are eating?" Draco asked pointedly.
Shrugging, he told him: "They believe I live from fruit juices, so I think they believe I am a fairy or an elf of some sort."
Draco lifted a single eyebrow. "Fairy would certainly fit."
"And you aren't?" he replied dryly.
"I have no preference as long as they are good. But I still intend to marry a woman in the end."
Rolling his eyes in annoyance, Harry questioned: "Why? For appearances? You must have at least realized that you are dead now and can't father any children anyway." really, it was getting ridiculous. That Draco still had a hard time of accepting him, he could somewhat understand, but he at least should have realized that he really was a vampire by now.
"Of course I have realized that we are all dead, but that still doesn't mean that I will ever voluntarily marry you. Actually, our vampire status is another reason against this... connection. Marriages in our world cannot end in divorce, so I would be bound to you for all eternity and that is still something I will try to avoid to the very end."
"But I thought we can do nothing if our fathers decide for us to get married?" he asked in confusion. All these Pureblood rules were so very confusing; he didn't believe that he would ever understand them, not even if he lived for 100 years.
Draco threw him a look that clearly asked: "How stupid are you?" and then said "Of course we can do nothing if they really want to go through with... this. But I still believe that my father will wake up and that you will end up like all his past lovers: quickly forgotten."
The words stung. Harry fumbled for one of his Blood Drops before he could actually shout at his stupid mate, or even worse, burst into tears. Unfortunately, the candy wasn't enough to calm him down anymore, not after he had not fed for so long and was deprived of the domination he needed so badly for more than a month now. Turning around to hide his watery eyes, he mumbled: "I will check on Hermione and ask if she needs help with the pizza," before hastily leaving the room, not sparing his mate another glance.
He opened the next door to his right and closed it silently behind him, before falling onto the couch in the guest room; he didn't want to face his friends like this. They would immediately know that something happened with Draco and when he someday had to tell them about his mating to the blonde, they would not be able to accept it. He hated the situation he was currently in.
"Was your annoying mate stupid again?"
Startled, he quickly sat up and wiped at his eyes, but as he blinked through blurry eyes, he saw that it only had been Nagini who had spoken.
"Yes," he nodded and picked her up. Nagini wound her long body around him as if wanting to embrace him.
"What did your annoying mate do?" She hissed.
"He didn't do much," Harry muttered. "He just... told me that he would try everything to not have to mate with me."
"Just chase him away. You already have one mate, you don't need another. The first mate is strong and cares. His only weakness is that he cannot provide you with offspring."
Harry gave a choked laugh. Nagini really was obsessed with the topic of hatchlings. "It's not that easy," he tried to explain to her. "Draco and Lucius are both my soulmates. We will die if we ignore our bond for too long. Until now nothing has happened, I think the bond is still content that Draco is back at all..."
"Then force him to mate. Pin him down and..."
"No!" He interrupted his snake. That idea was just... wrong. Firstly, he was the submissive, he would never be able to do something like that, it was not in his nature, and secondly, he would feel like a rapist.
"Then you are stupid too," Nagini huffed and slithered out of his lap, but she had at least pulled him from his sorrow. At the door, she stopped once again. "Is there no ritual you can use?"
"Ritual?" He asked in confusion. Did she mean a Magical Ritual? Something to the effect of a love-potion?
"Yes, like all the stupid birds do in Spring," she elaborated.
Slowly it dawned on him what she meant. "I should try to seduce him?" He asked and imagined himself doing a striptease for his second mate, but the thought was just disturbing. For Lucius he could do it, he had even once done already, but with Draco, he would be afraid the whole time that the boy would laugh and mock him later for it. "I don't think I should do it... he will not appreciate it," he said, thinking about the many snide comments he had earned about his childish body. Draco would never want to see him undressing.
"Then I really cannot help you," Nagini sighed and disappeared out of the room again.
He finally stood up as well and made his way down into the living room, where he found Hermione and Luna quietly chatting with each other.
"Hey Harry," Hermione greeted him as soon as she saw him entering. "We ordered the pizzas. They should be here soon."
"Great," he grinned back and sat down on the floor next to her. The room really looked very empty with only a few boxes standing in one corner, but it made him more comfortable in his late relative's house.
"So, what happened to your aunt and uncle?" Hermione asked him.
Shrugging nonchalantly he told her: "Draco happened."
Luna gave a dreamy sigh at his words as if imagining a heroic rescue with a romantic ending.
Hermione shook her head in confusion, before asking: "And why did he petrify them?"
"They were shouting at me and I think he got annoyed."
"You know that it's a Dark Spell he used?" his friend prodded.
"Yeah, I know that spell. But I haven't used it yet," he told her with another shrug.
"Why do you know that type of spell?" Hermione asked in a disapproving tone of voice.
"Dumbledore taught me," he half lied. "He says he will not stop me from using a Dark Curse if it is what is needed to stop Voldemort or one of his followers."
"Well, the spell should wear off after 24 hours. Has he cursed your cousin as well?"
He shook his head. "No, he hasn't. I guess he is frightened and is hiding somewhere, maybe in the attic."
At that moment the doorbell rang and Hermione stood up to open the door.
"You know," Luna said when she was gone. "This house will be a good Headquarters. The Prix-Nyx are protecting it."
Luckily Hermione came back, so he was spared from looking for an appropriate reply. Instead, he said: "I will get everybody," and stood up. He nearly ran into Neville who was coming up from the basement, looking a bit dusty and very exhausted. "I would never have thought that it would be so tiring to clear out a house," the plump boy smiled weakly.
"I wouldn't either," Harry grinned back and cast a quick cleaning spell on his friend.
"But you still look very good," Neville told him.
"It's probably because of my high magical power," he mused, before saying "The pizza has just arrived. I will just fetch the others. Hermione and Luna are already in the living room."
Neville nodded and went into said room, leaving him to call for the three Weasley’s and his mate. The twins were the first to sprint down the stairs, closely followed by Ron. When Draco didn't show up after another minute, he decided to go up and search for him, but just then a pair of expensive, tailored dragon-hide boots appeared on the upper stairway, and Draco came down with a sneer.
"I will not continue to do the work for you, Potter."
Sighing, Harry turned around and went back into the living room without acknowledging the comment; he really was tired of them.
"That smells delicious!" Ron just exclaimed when he came in. The redhead was bent over a huge Hawaiian Pizza and inhaled deeply, while Luna and Neville were studying an equally huge Meatlovers Pizza. The pizzas lay in their boxes on the ground, with everyone sitting around them. He went over to where Hermione had left a huge space open for him and Draco, but his mate only leaned arrogantly against the nearest wall.
"I hope you do not expect me to eat the muggle-food."
Only now did Harry remember, that Draco couldn't eat normal food anymore either, but the blonde boy had no way of explain anything, or his friends would know in an instant that they both had received the same inheritance.
"I guess not," he said and stood up again, before calling "Oscar!"
His servant popped in with a bow and he asked him: "Would you please bring Draco and me some pumpkin juice?"
"Of course, sir," Oscar squeaked and disappeared for a short moment, before reappearing again with a silver tray and two golden goblets. He took the goblets, thanked Oscar and went over to Draco to give him one. For a moment he thought Draco wouldn't accept the drink, but then he stretched his hand out and took it, his face expressionless as ever, even as their fingers brushed for the shortest of moments. Their eyes met, but he could see nothing in Draco's cold orbs; still, he didn't look away. Something seemed to pull him to his mate and made him drown in those eyes. He could just imagine how they would soften for him, or swirl with emotions. He was sure Draco would be as passionate as Lucius, maybe not so careful, not so controlled and wilder instead, but equally loving, if he would only listen to his instincts. Or was this all wishful thinking? They had hated each other for so long and Draco didn't find him attractive at all. Maybe his instincts were wrong and not his mate's. His eyes started to sting at the thought as he continued staring and nothing changed in the icy-blue depth of Draco's eyes. And as quickly as the moment had come, it was ended by Ron's loud voice:
"Hey Harry, are you sure you don't want to eat?"
He spun around, his eyes landing on his best friend, who was chewing on a huge bite of pizza.
"No, you can eat my piece," he grinned but his grin felt strained and forced.
Ron didn't seem to notice and only shrugged, before grabbing a second slice of pizza and taking another bite.
"This is really good. What is it called again?" Neville asked with a shy smile.
"Pizza," Luna answered him, and Neville blushed furiously.
Quirking an eyebrow, Harry turned to the other girl in the group, who grinned back at him in answer.
"How sweet, Longbottom is in love with Looney-Luna," Draco sneered next to him and for a split second, Harry thought Neville would run off, but then Luna placed a calming hand on his right underarm and said dreamily: "I thought you were in love yourself?"
Glancing over at his mate, he could see an angry flush colouring Draco's cheeks, but of course the others couldn't see it.
"Malfoy’s do not fall in love. Love is just another Muggle invention. A good marriage should provide you with more than mere feelings."
Ron scoffed. "If you want to gain power with a marriage, you probably would need to marry Harry. Don't you already have enough money and influence?"
His mate threw a filthy glare at his friend. "As if Potter could gain me anything. Neither is he as rich as I am, nor does his family have the same prestige."
"Are you sure, Malfoy?" Hermione asked sweetly and Fred chirped in: "I think you underestimate our dear Harry."
"But we wouldn't give you our favourite Gryffindor regardless," George added with a malicious grin.
Thinking that this conversation was getting much too strange, Harry decided to end it. "Please guys, you are giving me the creeps. How did we even get onto this topic?"
"You're right," Fred nodded. "You will marry your sugar..." George slapped a hand over his twin brother's mouth and hissed at him: "Are you stupid, Fred? Malfoy is here, you can't talk about something like that!"
Fred's eyes widened and he looked apologetically over to Harry before his brother let go of him again.
Hermione cleared her throat purposefully and luckily changed the topic: "I think we should get up early tomorrow. We need to add the additional rooms before we can go to Ikea."
"Ikea?" Draco asked with a voice that sounded as if he was describing a particularly nasty potions ingredient.
"Yeah, it's a store where you can buy furniture," he explained silently. Draco wrinkled his nose in disgust, probably knowing that it wasn't a wizarding shop.
"How many rooms do you want to add?" Hermione asked, ending his silent exchange with Draco.
"Er... maybe ten? I think then we are on the safe side," he answered.
"Yes, ten sounds good, we have many new members, and who knows, maybe there will come a time when you need to train them and then they would all need to stay here," his bushy haired friend nodded.
Harry paled at her words. Him, training his fellow students? He wasn't a fully educated Defence Master, nor a Master in the Dark Arts or anything else. Who would listen to him? True, he was not bad with magic and had quite the store of raw power, and he was the savoir and all, but who would listen to a boy who was three years younger than themselves? Besides, he only needed to collect the Horcruxes, which would probably be better done by a small group than an entire army; he didn't want to alert Voldemort.
Deciding that he would just let the topic slip for now, he concentrated back on his female best friend, who was just pondering loudly, whilst reaching for a second piece of pizza. "I think we should add two new floors, that way the house will not get too cramped."
"Yeah, and we could put up a room for Malfoy in the attic like his father had at Grimmauld Place."
"You forced my father to stay in the attic?" his mate sneered.
Sighing, Harry replied: "It was the only free room and we didn't force him, you should know why he stayed there voluntarily."
Hermione luckily decided that they needed another change of topic again and asked loudly: "Do you know when we have to take the bus, or shall I look it up on the internet?"
"It always drives on the hour," he answered back and sipped on his pumpkin juice.
"Good," his friend replied and yawned. "This day has really tired me out," five nods followed her words and they decided to only finish up the pizza and not stay up much longer.
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