After flooing, Harry landed onto of Draco with a loud thud. He had the worst luck with flooing. He always seemed to land with a crash.
"Umph!" Draco groaned. "Get off me, Mate!"
"Sorry, Dray," Harry said as he got up off his friend. He then looked around. He was in a very large living room. It looked to be twice the size of the Dursley's entire house. "Bloody hell."
"We made it," Draco said.
"This place is huge," Harry said in awe as he started towards the doorway. He walked through it and found himself in the dining room. It was had a table that looked like it could hold about a dozen people and a bar-like area.
"Yeah, Manor's are usually pretty big," Draco said.
Soon they both heard a 'pop'. They turned to see a house elf with a smile on its face. "Master James has returned!"
"Er, no. I'm Harry Potter. James' son," Harry said.
"Young Master Harry? Milly hasn't seen Master Harry since he was a baby!" Milly said.
"So you've been here this whole time?" Harry asked.
"Of course, Master Harry. Milly be taking care of Master James' home while he is being away. But he is back now and he is bringing Master Harry with him!" Milly said happily.
Harry looked away sadly. "Actually, my father isn't here. He's gone. My father was killed many years ago."
"K...Killed? Master James is dead?" asked the crestfallen elf.
"Yeah. For many years now," Harry said quietly.
Draco, seeing how upset his friend was getting decided to change the subject. "So no one else is here, right?"
"No, Master Harry's friend. Milly and the other elves is being the only ones here," she said.
"Um, Milly, if it's not too much trouble, would it be possible for us to get something to eat, maybe some sandwiches?" Harry asked. Hermione would likely have his head if she knew he was using house elves to get anything, but he was starving.
"Of course, Master Harry. Right away," Milly said before disappearing with a 'pop'
"So how long do you reckon we can hide out here?" Harry asked.
"I suppose we can stay here indefinitely. I mean, it doesn't look like anyone comes here at all," Draco said.
Just then Milly popped back in with plate full of sandwiches and two butterbeers.
"Thanks, Milly," Harry said.
Milly squeaked in surprise and then left.
"Come on, let's eat," Harry said. He was absolutely starving. He sat down at the table and took a bit of a turkey sandwich. "Oh, this is amazing."
"Yeah, House elves are good cooks," Draco said as he grabbed a ham sandwich.
"What do you reckon everyone else is doing about now?"
"Well, the Quidditch World Cup is happening soon. I was supposed to go with Father," Draco said.
"Sorry, you're not there?" Harry asked.
"Not really. I mean, Quidditch is awesome, but not worth getting the crap beaten out of me," Draco said as he took a sip of his butterbeer.
"I'd probably be at the Weasleys about now," Harry said longingly. He really did miss his friends.
"You miss them, don't you? Yeah, I miss my friend too, but it's like I said at the train station that day. We're no good to them dead. And if we went back to our homes, we would've eventually been killed," Draco said.
"I know. Doesn't mean I have to like it though," Harry said.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I miss my mother a lot," Draco said. His mother had always been the one good thing about his home. She never stood up for him, but she always made him feel loved. She was the hardest to leave.
"Look, let's stop talking about this sad stuff and go explore," Harry suggested.
Draco smiled. "I can get behind that," Draco said before getting up and rushing towards the stairs, Harry quickly trailing behind.
Severus opened his front door and found Lucius on the other side. "Lucius. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
Lucius pushed his way inside. "I hear that you're a part of the group Dumbledore has searching for the Potter boy and my son. Any leads."
"Not so far," Severus said. It was true, but even if it wasn't, he would've have told Lucius. Children didn't normally run away for no reason. They both had their reasons for going and the more Severus thought about it, the more he was certain that it was the same reason for both of them.
"You're telling me that two fourteen-year-old boys are a match for you?" Lucius asked.
"One of those boys is your son, which means he's well versed in the magical world. The other is versed in the muggle one. They could be anywhere by now," Severus said. That was the hardest part about finding them. They had two words to hide in. Now Severus was pretty sure they weren't in the magical world, but he could be wrong. They could literally be anywhere.
"Draco would never step foot in the muggle world," Lucius said confidently.
"Really? Draco is a resourceful young man, Lucius. I think he will use whatever resources he has to. By the way, why do you suppose he does want to get away?" He was really anxious to hear what Lucius would say to that.
"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean," Lucius said feigning innocence.
"Children don't run away for no reason," Severus said simply.
"Well, I'd say that the Potter boy is responsible," Lucius said.
"I wouldn't be so sure. No one can make Draco do anything he doesn't want to do," Severus said.
"Well, I guess we'll have to wait until Draco is found before we can learn why he left. You'll be sure to let me know once you have a lead, yes?" Lucius asked.
"Of course," he said. He then watched as Lucius went to the door. "Oh, and Lucius, when I do find Draco, I will uncover why he has chosen to run, and rest assured, I will do everything in my power to rectify the problem."
Lucius simply looked at him for a moment and left.