Potter's Shadow (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 8

"Stop it Harry!" I hissed from my bed.

Harry and I's room now contained twin beds, much to my relief. I thanked Aunt Petunia for weeks after she told Uncle Vernon. Of course this only meant I ended up doing most of the house work in order to show my gratitude.

"Lumos Maxima" He said again.

"For god's sake Harry" I hissed as I rolled over to face away from him and pulled the covers further over my head.

The light dimmed out once again as the door opened. The lights turned on. For crying out loud. Yet they were soon turned off again as the door shut once more.

"Lumos Maxima.LumosMaxima"

"Once more and I won't be afraid to avada kedavra you into next century, Harry James Potter." I raised my voice slightly.

"Lumos Maxima"

The brightest light radiated across the room. Uncle Vernon burst into the room again. Repeating his actions.

"I'm going to get you!" I hissed as I jumped from my bed to Harry's.

"Ow Rosie stop it!" Harry hissed.

"Fine just because I'm too tired. Now budge over." I hissed as I curled up into his side as I had done so most nights. Maybe I didn't use my new bed as much as I thought.

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I heard the door open downstairs and the delightful sound of our aunt. Knowing Uncle Vernon would throw a hissy fit if I didn't greet her, I raced down the stairs and stood next to Harry in the door of the Living room.

"You're still here are you?" She said on the sight of my brother and I.

"Yes" Harry responded.

Great Harry! Start another argument with the cow, why don't you. Thankfully Dudley disturbed that with his laughter and his stupid TV show. I haven't seen him detached from it all this holiday but I can't complain. If he is watching TV he isn't making fun of me and Harry.

Eventually we had dinner. Once again Harry and I waited on them hand and foot. Of course Harry started another argument while I was washing the dishes. I always preferred washing dishes although magic would be so much faster and beneficial.

"Where did you send them again, Vernon?"

"St. Brutus'. It's a fine institution for hopeless cases. "

Lies. Lies. Lies.

"Do they use a cane?" She asked Harry.

"Oh. Yeah. I've been beaten loads of times."

I turned around when a scream was released.

"Quiet, Vernon. You, clean it up." She pointed to Harry.

I turned myself back to the final plates I was cleaning.

"Shut up. Shut up." Harry yelled.

I simply turned around and scuttled to clean the things Harry had dropped. Aunt Marge scared me severely. So much so I barely spoke when she was around.

Once when she was visiting I said something I wasn't suppose to and I was locked in the cupboard for the remainder of her stay, which was a week. The only reason I survived was Harry sneaking me food and water.

She wasn't a small lady at all. If you hadn't realised what was going on you wouldn't have noticed. I noticed as her finger doubled in size and then the rest of her doubled in size. She looked like a balloon.

With that the flying cow went out the window. Well more of a door. Well we're in trouble.

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"You're not allowed to do magic outside of school." Uncle Vernon spoke as I came down the stairs with my trunk.