Harry Malfoy's Trials | Book One

| Harry Meets the Weasleys

Two stone-faced Aurors came the next day to bring Harry to the Weasleys. Harry stood straight; he was wearing a short-sleeve scarlet shirt and slacks and he was clutching his stuffed basilisk and a toy wand to his chest. Next to him was a small trunk with some of his clothes, enough for a month. "Come on kid," one of the Aurors said.

Harry frowned. He didn't even have breakfast yet. It was eight in the morning and he just woke up ten minutes ago. He looked at Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and frowned. "Mummy... Daddy... why do I have to go?" he asked.

"Believe me Harry, we hate it as much as you do," Mrs. Malfoy whispered kneeling before Harry to pull him into a hug. "This month will go by quick, you'll see, and you'll be back with us before you know it."

"But I don't want to leave," Harry cried.

"We know Harry, but this is out of our hands," Mr. Malfoy frowned, giving the Aurors a disapproving look. He placed his hand on Harry's small shoulder and patted twice. "Don't let them see you cry Harry," he said. "You're a Malfoy, as well as a Potter. Those are two great names you need to represent. Just be yourself and the month will go by quickly."

"Yes Daddy," Harry said. He turned to Draco, who wrapped his arms around Harry in a huge hug.

"You're not allowed to go! You're my brother and my husband and I say don't go!" Draco whispered.

"I have to," Harry frowned. "Daddy said... this is out of our hands."

"I don't care," Draco said, holding Harry tighter than ever before. They both frowned and eventually Draco released Harry.

Harry turned to the Aurors and tightened his hold on his stuffed animal and toy wand. The Aurors flanked on either side of Harry and escorted him out of Malfoy Manor. There was a car waiting in the driveway and one of the Aurors held the door opened. Harry slid in and the Auror followed. Harry was squished by the other Auror on his other side and he sat there holding his toys. They both tried talking to him as the car rolled off of the pavement and onto the road but Harry refused to talk. He just stared in front of him as the car moved.

They were in the car for an hour. A long, boring, tedious hour during which Harry's stomach growled fiercely. He was hungry, sad, and his butt started to feel numb for sitting too long. The car gave a small jump as they transitioned to a dirt road and the sound of the tires grinding against dirt filled Harry's ears. He continued to just stare at the immediate front of him, his stomach growling. The car soon slowed to a stop. "We're here," one of the Aurors spoke for the first time. He opened the door and Harry squinted in the sunlight as he, for the first time, looked at where they were.

The house looked as thought it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance red, THE BURROW. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.

As he slid off he could hear a female voice yelling. "Honestly of all the indecency in the world! Get away! Get away! He is just a child and he—DON'T YOU POINT THAT CAMERA AT ME!"

A short, plump, kind-faced woman that was now resembling a saber-toothed tiger was yelling at several people who had old-time cameras in their hands.

"He's here!" one of the camera people said and Harry squinted as flashes of light hit his eyes, followed by more yelling. Harry hoped that she didn't yell all the time.