The war left destruction all over the world in the wizarding communities. Poverty struck the wizarding world, especially considering Gringotts had to close for many months in order to rebuild. Harry was able to take care of the Order's members and Hermione returned to the muggle world to live, but helped rebuild whenever she could. Also in the months following the war all the Death Eaters were found and their wands broken. They were turned into beggars, no better than the squibs and the muggles they hated so much. Most were to disgusted to turn to the muggle world, so they stayed in the wizarding world as beggars on the street corners. Every time Harry would go out he would search the grim faces for a familiar one, someone he knew, someone he could help.
The man threw a galleon onto the cold bricks next to the pale boy. "Not bad kid." the man grumbled as he pulled up his trousers and walked away. He left the boy alone to recover nauseating pain coursing through him. The boy finally picked himself up off the ground and winced as he pulled on his torn trousers. He picked up the galleon, not as much as one of the girls would make, but enough to get him his next meal. He placed the coin in his pocket and limped his way down the street.
Harry was making his way around Diagon Ally trying to help anyone, anyway he could. When he saw a shaggy blonde head up limping up ahead of him. A dark stain on the seat of the boys trousers told him all he needed to know. He ran through his head a quick list of all his former classmates and Order members luckily no one fit the description, yet why did he feel as he knew this boy.
"Hey, hey you." he called out, if the boy heard him he didn't respond. He ran to try to catch the boy before he got lost in the crowd. He reached out and grabbed the boys shoulder and spun him around. The boy jumped back with a scared look in his eyes. "D-draco?" Harry said questioningly, but there was no doubt about it. His face was even more pale and gaunt, and his hair long and dirty, but there was no doubt that this was Draco Malfloy. When I dawned in Draco that it was Harry who had grabbed him he tried to turn and run, but Harry had to hard of a grip on his shoulder. "Hey hey Draco it's me Harry." Harry told him in what he hoped was a soothing tone.
"What do you want Potter?" Draco sneered.
Yep it was Draco. "What's happened to you Draco?" Harry asked sincere.
"What's happened is I've got no magic, no money, and my family's left me to die in the streets." he said hatred and disgust in his voice.
"Well why don't you come home with me for the night?" Harry offered. "At least then you'll have a good meal and a hot bath."
"And why should I trust you Potter?" Draco asked skeptical.
"What would be in it for me helping you? I've got enough money and to much food, please let me help you."
"No thanks Potter I'd rather die." Draco sneered finally yanking away.
"Well that's what'll happen!" Harry yelled after him running to catch up. "Sorry Draco but I can't leave you here." with that Harry grabbed Draco in both arms and apparated them to his house.
"Potter where the bloody hell are we?" Draco asked the fury obvious in his voice.
"Welcome to my house Malfloy, now please enjoy your stay." Harry replied the sarcasm dripping off every word.
"You've kidnapped me!" Draco shouted at him.
"Well yes it appears I have. Now come on, or it's a long walk back to Diagon Ally if that's what you'd prefer." Harry said as he walked into his house. Draco having no other choice followed him inside.
"Not a bad place you've got yourself here Potter." Draco said as he entered the house.
"Yeah it makes do." Harry replied a small smile on his face and a little surprise in his voice. "Well come on I'll show you to the bath." Harry lead Draco up a small staircase to a nice bedroom with a fair sized bath attached. "Well here you go. I'm going to try to get you some fresh clothes." and with that Harry left leaving Draco to clean himself up before dinner.
