𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Chapter 2

Harry Potter stared at the receiver with pure shock. This was not happening. Surely, this must be a dream because never would Draco Malfoy -Malfoy of all people!- contact him, Harry Potter, in his office, through a muggle's device, to ask for help. That was impossible. He was definitely having some kind of a nightmare. Yes, he was asleep in his bed with Ginny at his side, who was, in the meantime, trying to wake him up.

"Are you listening to me, Potter?" the so-called nightmare said, clearly pissed off, and Harry had to accept the fact that, no, he wasn't dreaming. Draco Malfoy had really called him.

"What did you say?" was all Harry could utter.

Draco was pissed off. Are you really that stupid, Potter? I asked you if you could help me! Geez…What? Of course you are! You are stupid and that's final. Now would you just let me speak, I don't really want to waste anymore time on this damned muggle thing. Thanks to you… yeah, you heard right! Thanks to you now I'm blocked for five years in this muggle hell! What don't you understand? I have to live as a muggle for five years! Who told me to do that? The judge, of course, idiot! That's my punishment for following my dad's steps and that maniac you so gladly accepted to destroy… what? It's still too difficult for you to understand? Five years, for Merlin's beard! Five years without magic! No, I can't do anything or I'm going to be Dementor's food. Please, would you just let me talk? I don't have much time! I'm going to drown! I need your help, now! Come to this address immediately or I'll die!

And then he hang up. And Harry was more confused than ever. Ron approached him and poked him awake, clearly eager to know what happened and why Draco Malfoy had called him of all people.

"So?" the red headed said. Harry looked at him and gave the phone back to Miss Bennett.

"He asked me for help..." Harry said, "Apparently he is going to die in some kind of muggle way…"

"Really?" Ron grinned from ear to ear. "Well, that's good to know!"

Harry couldn't do but smile a little at his friend's antics. He then continued:

"He told me the Department of Magical Law Enforcement had sentenced him to five years as a muggle and that he can't use magic or he'll be immediately sent to Azkaban…"

"And you have to help him, because…?" Ron asked, clearly not wanting Harry to do anything of the kind. Harry looked at him but didn't answer. He asked himself again why Draco had choose him and realized that maybe he knew Harry was the only one who would actually listen to Draco's pleads. Harry was raised by muggles. He knew everything about them, Draco didn't. For the blond man, non-wizards were aliens, boring and weak creatures that didn't worth spending time on. Moreover, who else could Draco call? His ex-friends, Harry remembered from those times he encountered them in the Last War, didn't consider Draco as a prince anymore. He was nothing to them. Draco's parents were in the same muggle-knowing level as their son was. If Draco had tried to call any of his other's ex peers they would probably have laughed in his face. Harry had just to picture Draco calling Ron to know what would happen.

So that left Harry.

Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world.

Harry knew what meant to suffer and wouldn't say no to someone who really needed help.

But then again it was Draco Malfoy they were talking about. After all Malfoy had done to him and his friends, Harry didn't really want to help him. He could forget the call and let Malfoy get out of this mess all by himself. He could do that.

But…

But…

Harry groaned.

"You are not really considering the idea of helping him, do you?"