Son of Malfoy

Finding family

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                                                                                  Chapter 2: Finding family
                     One year later

                     Harry was sitting on his bed staring out the window it had been a horrible year. It was worse at Saint Agatha's Orphanage than it had ever been at number 4 Privet Drive. You got one meal of scraps because Mrs. Smith just didn't care. With the fifteen other kids in the orphanage the 11 year old Harry was starving along with everyone else. Everyday you were assigned a list of tasks and if you didn't get them done you got a severe beating and missed your scraps for the next 2 days. Harry's appearance had changed a lot he had become blond and he became a lot taller and he had a lot more muscle even though ha had almost no fat. He also no longer required his glasses and his eyes became icy blue though he still had that stupid scar. Shaped like a lightning bolt on his forehead.
                       All in all Harry was miserable, he had only one  friend and that friend wasn't even human. He was a snake named Mamba. He was the only friend who actually talked to Harry well hissed is more like it. Harry could speak to snakes always had been able to. He was currently talking to Mamba " what's with that fancy car outside" Harry asked Mamba there was a long black car that had been parked out front for the past 15 minutes. " Don't know don't care, do you have any mice?" That was just like Mamba for sure, always wondering if you had food.
" Well I'm curious, you coming?" Mamba looked unhappy but he slowly slithered and curled around Harry's arm. When Mamba was done he slowly opened the door and tiptoed out. He went down the creaky stairs silently which was a great feat. Once he was down stairs he saw Mrs. Smith talking to a very aristocratic looking couple with blonde hair and sharp features. The woman looked very aloof and sad at the same time the man looked very proud and besides that Harry could not read his features farther. He decided that while he was downstairs he might as well tell Mrs. Smith that he finished his chores. He slowly got to his feet and creeped out of his hiding spot he walked slowly towards Mrs. Smith knowing this was a bad idea. " Mrs. Smith," he said quietly. "What do you want boy?"She snapped back. "I just wanted to tell you that I finished my chores." " Very well boy go outside and do what ever it is you eleven year olds do now scat can't you see we have company." Harry had completely forgot about the aristocratic couple he slowly looked up and was about to apologize when he saw the woman's face which was a mixture of shock and sadness. The man's face was still impassive but you could see a hint of happiness. " Excuse us Mrs. Smith but may we have a word with this young man, alone."

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