A/N Heyyyyy. Okay so don't judge this chapter too harshly because I am a MAJOR procrastinator and wrote nearly all of this chapter yesterday and speed edited it this morning...Whoops. Anywayyyyy. I did say we would see Ginny in this chapter didn't I. *hides*. I may have forgotten until the chapter was already done aghhhhhhhh. But next chapter. And yeah. That's all. As always thanks for reading and please review!
Trigger Warning Warning: This is a warning for the trigger warning. If you think you might get triggered easily read the trigger warning. But if not don't because it spoils the surprise. It's nothing graphic or too disturbing but just in case you get triggered easily...
Trigger Warning: If you get triggered by panic attack stuff you might wanna just skim the bottom. :)
He was in a Death Eater meeting, but he was alone with Voldemort.
"You are a traitor." came the cold, high voice.
"No. No, I swear, I'm not-"
"Silence! You will be punished properly." Draco shook his head furiously.
"Please, I'll do anything."
"Wake up! Damnit Draco!" His face was wet. Why was his face wet? That wasn't part of the cruciatus curse.
Gasping Draco sat up, face drenched in sweat. His head knocked on something hard.
"Ow!" Harry fell backwards and Bagel gave Draco's face another lick. He groaned.
"Sorry. Why was Bagel licking me? And why were you so close to my face?" He dragged a hand over his face. The past few days had been so full that he hadn't thought about Voldemort at all. Not even in his dreams. He should've known that wouldn't have lasted.
"You were moaning and I couldn't wake you up, so I had Bagel do the job." Bagel leaped into Harry's arms and he smiled. "Good job Bagel."
"Oh, well thanks."
"Course. What were you dreaming about?"
Draco swallowed thickly.
"Ummm… the thing I couldn't tell you about. But you'll find out soon enough I'm sure." He shrugged tiredly. He really didn't know what was going to happen. What if they got summoned to a meeting while they were here? Harry hadn't said anything, but he looked thoughtful.
"What is it?"
"You're a Death Eater?" Harry said calmly. Draco couldn't hold in the gasp that came out of his mouth.
"It's fine." Harry said hastily. "You were forced into it I bet, that's why you were always in the bathroom crying. At least I think that's what…"
"Yeah, that's-yeah." Both of them were silent for a moment before Draco said,
"You don't hate me?"
"Nah. I get what it's like to be forced into something you never wanted anything to do with." Harry paused. "You wanna do something?"
"Like what?" Draco asked, watching as Bagel licked Harry's chin.
"I dunno...You wanna clean the windows?" Draco blinked.
"Clean the windows?"
"Yeah. They've been bugging me since we got here and we never got around to it while Lupin was here."
To be honest they hadn't done much cleaning while Lupin was here. Unless you counted the sweep fights between the three of them.
"Right but why is cleaning windows the first thing that comes to mind when you say "do something"?"
Harry looked uncomfortable. "Well it doesn't necessarily have to be the windows. Anything in this whole flat would do actually."
There wasn't anything else to do he supposed.
"Alright, uh windows it is then."
Harry grinned. "Brilliant."
What the hell. Why were teenagers so weird? They had perfectly decent beds and they were sprawled underneath the living room window. He thought about waking them to ask...why. But then he decided against it and made a cup of coffee. He sat at the table tapping his fingers against it, waiting for them to wake up. Bagel came over to him and wagged his tail. The dog probably needed to relieve itself. Well it would just have to wait until Harry woke up.
"If you need to go so badly then wake him up." Snape said to the dog. It cocked it's head up at him. He sighed. He had been reduced to talking to a dog.
"Hey!" He looked up quickly.
"Why'd you kick me!" Draco was sitting up talking to Harry. The other boy scrambled up.
"I didn't!" he insisted, sparing a glance to Snape. Draco turned to see what he was looking at. He rolled his eyes.
"Honestly." Draco muttered. Harry glared at him before stalking over to the table and flinging himself into a seat. Draco followed him, although lowering himself into a chair with a much more dignified manner.
"May I ask." Snape started. "Why you were sleeping by the window?"
"We were cleaning it." Harry said.
"And then it was clean and we were tired and the ground looked nice I suppose." Draco said with a shrug.
"You were cleaning it?"
"Yeah." Harry said, reaching down to pet Bagel.
He shook his head. "But why?"
"Therapeutic reasons." Draco said with a smirk. Snape coughed a little. Why was cleaning windows therapeutic?
"Go take Bagel out." he said to Harry after a moment of awkward silence. The boy jumped up and put the dog on a leash.
"Go with him, Draco." Snape sighed. Draco followed Harry out the door, taking one look back at him. What was he supposed to do with two teenagers for 13 days? And ones who cleaned windows for that matter?
He shivered in the early morning cold and stuck his hands in his pajama pockets, watching Bagel sniff around some bushes.
"You need new shoes." said Draco, looking down at Harry's trainers again.
"No I don't!" he insisted a little testily.
"I can see your toes," he said.
"You can not-" Harry stared down at his shoes and sure enough, there was a hole in which one of his toes was visible. Turns out his socks had holes too.
"It's fine. You done Bagel?" They walked back upstairs and he ignored Draco's mutterings. The second they walked back into the flat Draco blurted,
"He needs new shoes!"
"I do not!" His voice went a little higher than usual. He coughed. "I don't need new shoes."
"Pretty sure you need new everything." Draco said quietly. He opened his mouth to try and think of something to say, but the truth was… he sorta did need new, well, everything. But he certainly couldn't admit that to Snape! Finally he settled for,
"You suck." Draco grinned. Snape still hadn't said a word. Harry felt frozen in place.
"Come here." Snape said. His heart began racing. Stiffly he walked over to him. Snape inspected his shoes.
"Doesn't he?" Draco said. He really wanted to punch Draco now. He fantasized about this and pointedly looked the other way.
"Earth to Harry." Draco waved a hand in front of his face.
"Huh?" He glanced at Draco.
"Have you been paying attention to anything we've said?" He could feel himself turning red.
"Not really. Because I don't need new shoes!" It came out louder than he'd meant it to and he was pretty sure he was now the color of a tomato.
"Why can't you just admit that you need new shoes!" Draco said, getting angry now. He honestly wasn't quite sure. Was it that these were the same shoes he'd worn since he was 14? That these shoes had gone through Dudley before they could get to him? He swallowed loudly.
"Because I just don't." he said hotly. Draco crossed his arms over his chest and glared at him. Harry did the same and glared back.
"As we have nothing else to do," Snape began. Harry started and looked over at the professor.
"We can get some new shoes," he said slowly. He opened his mouth to protest but he shut it when Snape glared at him.
"Yes sir." he muttered. Draco smirked and Harry stuck out his tongue.
This was going to go horribly, horribly wrong she was sure. No one in their right mind should let her drive a car. Even if it was only in an empty parking lot. She'd nearly hit the only car in the whole lot for goodness sake! Her dad had first instructed her to merely drift along without pressing the gas. And that hadn't been so bad, although she had freaked out when she'd accidentally pressed the gas instead of the brake and they had gone zooming forward. Luckily she was able to rectify that rather quickly. But now in their second lesson her father wanted her to turn the car.
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked worriedly.
"It'll be fine." he assured her. She shook her head mentally. It would most certainly not be fine. What if she somehow drove them into traffic? That would require quite a bit to happen, sure, but it was still possible!
"Honey?" her dad was looking at her with a concerned expression.
"Oh, right." She pushed in the key and heard the car rumble. She changed the gear to drive and took a deep breath. She could do this. Just press the gas and turn the car to the right. That was what she was supposed to be doing...right? Or was it the left? Right. It was definitely right. She put her foot very gently on the gas and they inched forward. She did her best to turn the wheel, but she ended up overshooting it and they went full circle. It happened so fast she hardly had time to register what had happened.
"Well...that was a good try." her dad said, grinning.
"Dad." Hermione groaned. "That was awful and you know it."
Once they got home her mother called her to the kitchen.
"You have 17 messages." Her mother gave her a knowing smile.
"Oh?" She blushed. Who on earth would leave her so many messages?
"Well go on." her mother shooed her to the phone. Nervously she pressed the button.
"This is Draco. Hi. That's all." A beep.
"I was wondering if you wanted to talk. Because we were supposed to get to know each other before the school was wel, you know. So just, er, phone me back? That's what this is right? Yeah." Beep.
"Hi, I was wondering… oh well I suppose, you've listened to my other, oh shoot. Bye."
"Hey. Shut it Potter! I'm not-"
"Hello? It's Draco. Again. Phone me back? Oh, call me back."
"Hi. I, er, miss you. Shut up! I'm not sappy!" Hermione burst out laughing. Draco, goodness. And on and on it went. Eleven more messages after that she picked up the phone and dialed Professor Snape's house. After one ring it was picked up.
"Hello?" she asked cautiously, silently begging it wasn't Professor Snape.
"Granger?" It was Draco. "You called me back." he sounded surprised.
"Of course I did."
"Oh, well. Thanks." She heard raised voices in the background.
"Is everything okay over there?" She had nearly forgotten Harry, Draco, and Snape were all sharing a home. That was a bit scary.
"Yeah. Harry and Snape are just arguing about shoes. Or something like that." Draco sounded annoyed.
"Do they argue often?" she asked.
"No, they barely talk." She shook her head. Boys, honestly. The shouting got louder.
"Should you go break it up or something?" She wondered aloud.
"They're fine. How are you?" The question was so un Draco like that she was momentarily stunned into silence. Recovering herself she said.
"Good. My dad is teaching me how to drive." He was silent and she wondered if he was thinking some incredibly prejudiced thing.
"What's driving?" She smiled. Perhaps not.
"Well do you know what a car is?" she asked hesitantly.
"Yes." He said slowly.
"Well driving is what you do in a car. You make it move…" She really didn't know how else to explain it.
"Oh. That's-good grief." The shouting in the background had started up again, louder.
"I think you should go check on them." Hermione said.
"I don't know…" Hermione couldn't blame him, she certainly wouldn't want to break up a fight like that.
"You can do it." She tried to sound encouraging.
"Thanks." He almost sounded...shy!
"Well, er, goodbye. Miss you." He said slowly.
"Bye, Uh, miss you too." Her cheeks were on fire, thank goodness Draco couldn't see her right now. She hung up, smiling.
He set down the phone with an angry huff. Hermione had finally called him back, and they had to just go ruin it! He knew he was being illogical. He probably did need to go in there before guts ended up being splattered all over the walls. Angrily, he stomped into the kitchen, where Harry and Snape were arguing. Well it appeared Harry was doing most of the arguing. Snape was staring at him, looking really confused.
"Can you two stop it!" he said loudly. Both of them turned to look at him. Harry turned bright red.
"How long have you been there?" he asked.
"Not long." After a moment he said. "Granger finally called me back but then she told me to go break up, whatever is going on. So stop it." He glared at both of them. Snape looked rather confused, so did Harry.
"She called you back?" he said incredulously.
"Yes! And then you two had to go and ruin it!" He could feel a blush creeping up his neck and he hurriedly went into his and Harry's room. What was wrong with him?
"Draco?" Came Harry's voice cautiously.
"Hey. Er, I'm sorry." He was staring at the wall, trying to get his flaming cheeks to cool down.
"It's alright. I'm sorry too. Uh we're leaving in a few minutes… we'regonnagobuynewshoes." Harry was staring at his feet.
"You're going to get new shoes!" Finally.
"Yeah. He's making me." Harry rolled his eyes.
"So what happened?"
He'd been sitting with Bagel in the kitchen, absentmindedly counting the cracks in the table. Draco was leaving more messages for Hermione, or something or other, when Snape had walked in. He hadn't noticed him, as he was busy counting the cracks in the table. Back to his old habits.
"What are you doing?" He startled and the number flew out of his head. Damn.
"You made me lose count!" Bagel licked his hand as if trying to calm him down.
"Lose count?" Snape raised an eyebrow.
"Nothing." he said quickly. He did not want Snape to think he'd gone mental. Which in all honesty he probably had but that was besides the point.
"Well we're going to leave soon to-"
"Sir we really don't have to." Snape glared at him.
"You can't possibly want to keep wearing those." he drawled.
"Well I do! And you don't know anything about what I want." he snapped before he could think. God it was like his brain was 10 seconds behind his mouth.
"Oh? Care to enlighten me?" The man was still infuriatingly calm.
"No." There's no way he would understand half of the stuff that went through his brain. Snape continued to stare at him expectantly.
"I'm not telling you anything." He sounded like a little kid, but he found he didn't really care. All he wanted was to get out of this room.
"Perhaps now is a good time to have that conversation." Hell no. They didn't ever need to have this conversation.
"I'm sorry?" he did his best to play dumb.
"You know what I'm talking about. This… new information changes-"
"It doesn't change anything." He was on his feet now, fixing Snape with a glare.
"As a matter of fact-"
"Would you just stop it already! You won't ever be my dad okay?!" He really should just shut up but he was on a roll now.
"Look, I'm almost of age. I'll be seventeen in the summer and we'll hopefully never see each other again. You missed literally everything so I don't see how we can have any sort of relationship, and you hate me anyway so I don't know why in the world you would want to." He paused for a moment but then realized he wasn't done.
"Why do you care anyway?! None of my other relatives do." Whoops. He hadn't meant to say that.
"Your Aunt and Uncle?"
"Don't interrupt me." Oh no. "I believe you've mentioned them another time." Oh his little speech about not being wanted. He'd sounded so emo, ugh.
"Uh. Yeah?" Maybe if he made his vocabulary really horrible Snape would get annoyed and let him leave.
"Tell me, they don't want you? And don't lie."
"Er…" His mind whirled for something to say. "I mean, not really. I'm a-" Shoot he'd almost said freak. "Bother. To them. Because, I bother...people." What was he even saying? Snape was looking at him like he was a bug. Very interesting, but gross.
"I beg your pardon?" So he hadn't understood a word he'd said great.
"They just hate magic so that also means they hate me." That didn't sound so bad. Or at least he thought it didn't sound so bad, Snape apparently had other ideas.
"Magic is a gift! A-" Now Snape's voice was rising as well.
"They're just scared of what they can't understand! The only things they ever did were-" Where was he going with this. He'd nearly blurted out about the cupboards. And the frying pan. And the-he coughed. He really needed to get himself together. And why were they even having this conversation? Weren't they supposed to talk about being related? He nearly gagged at the thought. Might as well make his thoughts known if it was the only thing keeping them from having a conversation about his Aunt and Uncle.
"And aren't we supposed to be talking about being-uh-you know?"
Snape was staring at him like he was a stranger.
"What?! Why are you looking at me like that?" he demanded. Snape had remained infuriatingly calm throughout all of this.
"Are you hiding something from me Mr. Potter?" Snape asked coldly.
"No. But if I was it wouldn't be any of your business anyway." He really should just shut up, let Snape do the talking. Or Draco. Where the hell was Draco anyway? He could really use one of Draco's melodramatic talks.
"I assure you it is my business as-"
"But it doesn't matter! I don't want you to be my dad!" He practically screamed the final words. Oh dear. He wished there was some type of potion he could take to make him shut up. Could one silencio themselves? He sort of wished Snape would say "well I don't want you to be my son" but nothing. Though he was probably thinking it. And didn't a couple days ago he have some sort of breakdown because he felt unwanted? Where had all those feelings gone? All that he had at the moment was fiery anger. He opened his mouth to say something else, what he really didn't have any idea, but then Draco came out of nowhere and yelled,
"Can you two stop it!
And twenty minutes later after explaining all of this Draco they were on their way to the...shoe store. Harry had never been to one, as nearly all of his clothes were Dudley's old ones. He crossed his arms, walking behind Snape with Draco.
"How did he make you agree to buy shoes?" Draco asked quietly.
"Oh well, after you left he just told me we were leaving and he would drag me there by the ear if he had to." It had been rather terrifying actually. On the way there they stopped at the drugstore for Snape to buy toilet paper because it would be closed by the time they were done at the shoe store. Like the day before they waited outside. Harry kicked at a pebble with his trainer moodily. Why was this such a big deal anyway? It was just shoes anyway. Well Snape is the one buying them for you.
"Oh Harry!" He wheeled around when he felt a tap on his shoulder, and Rita Skeeter's voice. Why the hell was she in Muggle London?
"What?" he snapped.
"I was just wondering if I could ask you some questions?" Harry opened his mouth to say, no, you may not, but of course she just went right ahead. Draco snickered and Harry kicked him.
"How do you feel after your godfather died?" It was like cold water had been plunged into Harry's lungs.
"Wha-what? How do you know? He was-"
"Why he was just cleared of all charges!" Harry found he couldn't think of anything to say.
"Oh? Were you close? Aren't the only other living relatives you have your Aunt and Uncle? Tell me Harry."
"No." Was all he said, there was a fluttering panic starting to build in his chest and his vision was going blurry on the edges.
"No? You weren't close with your godfather? But Harry…" she was shaking her head now at him.
"He's all you had. Your Aunt and Uncle, I've heard they are very against magic." The air no longer seemed to be going into his lungs. He tried to breath but he didn't think he could anymore. The ground was so close to his face now. He was bent over, palms flat on the ground, desperately trying to be able to breathe again. It was like there was no more air left. Why couldn't he breathe? He thought he heard voices in the background, but right now there was nothing except the unbreathable air and his blurring vision. Some sort of sound came out of him as he took a big gulp of air, hoping it would fill his lungs. All of a sudden strong arms wrapped around him and he was whisked away.
A/N Uh oh... Is that a cliff hanger I see? Please let me know what you thought!