Chapter Four

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A few weeks passed since his supposed conviction of an outcast.

Harry Potter. Savior of the Wizarding World. Was sitting on a bed at the Leaky Cauldron. He had just met the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge. The Minister seemed a bit skittish avoiding questions and all. Harry had blown up his 'Aunt' for reasons he wasn't even going to regret. It was brilliant seeing her float away. He wished she had blown away. He didn't  really understand why the Minister let him off easy but was currently pleased that he was finally at peace. He decided it might be good to finally start on his summer work. He knew Snape would kill him otherwise.

He was now currently sitting at Fortescue's eating a large chocolate fudge sundae trying not to drip ice cream on his potions essay when a huge dog collided into him causing him to topple of his bench and land in a heap onto the pavement. His half-eaten  fudge sundae was knocked over onto the floor and his essay, much to his relief was relatively unharmed. The dog however, was currently licking the chocolate out of the bowl Harry ate his sundae in.

"Whoa, hold up." Harry said holding the dogs head gently up to his. It was nearly the size of his.

"I don't know much about dogs but I don't think they are allowed to eat chocolate. Now who do you belong too." Harry said trying to look at his collar tag. Honestly, how do you find a collar that big. Must be custom-made. He couldn't though because the dog has decided that now was a good time to lick his face. "Ok first of all, ew. Second, seriously dog what's your name." The dog only barked and wagged his tail side to side.

Harry finally got a hold of his collar and read the tag. "Padfoot. If lost return to Moony and Prongs. Another name had been brutally scratched out.. Huh. Odd tag. Now let's find your owner boy." The huge shaggy black dog barked and pinned him down to the pavement. "Ugh, geroff me." It was at that moment, he heard someone else's voice.

"Potter, are you so weak that you can let a stray dog pin you."Draco Malfoy. Biggest Hogwarts Git Extraordinaire and billionaire daddy's boy.

Harry promptly pushed the dog off not trying to make a fool of himself in front of Malfoy and sat up. "What do you want, Malfoy." "I was bored so I decided to annoy you." He said as he sat down on the bench opposite to him. "I'm sorry let me rephrase that. The fuck are you doing here. Did daddy finally have enough of your whinging." Harry said as he tried to swat off the dog's face. "At least I have a father." Malfoy said smugly. He sat there watching Harry with interest. The dog seemed to move off Harry just enough to let him breathe  little more freely before growling at Malfoy displaying extremely sharp canines. Draco looked a little terrified at the displayment much to Harry's enjoyment.

"Are you going to get up or is the pavement where you will be living now?" Malfoy said in an subtle attempt to change the subject. "I would if the dog knew personal space and could actually get off me." The dog in question, Padfoot, whined and moved off. "Better." Harry said with a sigh of relief. "Whose dog is that and why do you have it?" Malfoy asked. Harry got off and dusted his faded jeans. He looked at the dog in question, Padfoot. It had silver eyes. There was an odd sense of dèjá vu at the dog but Harry brushed it off.  "I don't know." He said still looking at the dog. "He just came at me." "Probably a stray." Malfoy said. He made no move to stand up but shifted to get a better look at it.

"It has a tag." "Then, it's not a stray." Malfoy said in the most annoying deadpan ever.

"You Draco Malfoy are the most infuriating piece of shit I had ever had the misfortune to meet and I know a lot of shitty people." Harry's temper was rising steadily. He didn't know why. If it were anyone else he probably would have laughed at that joke. Maybe it's because Malfoy had the most punch able face in the world.  Malfoy looked a little taken aback and was about to shoot a retort when a man in frayed robes walked up to him.

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