Snake hair: Hidden freedom (Draco x F!Reader) (Book 3)

Running away with Harry

It was one of our last days from the summer break. I would get Harry and together we would go to the Leaky Cauldron. I had packed my trunk and was standing next to the fireplace. I would use the Floo network to get to Mrs. Figg's house and from there on out get Harry. Mrs. Figg was a witch, Squib actually and an old friend from my grandfather, so she wouldn't look weird at me if I came through her chimney. 

"Please be carefull this year, sweetheart." My father pleaded. "Of course dad, I learned from the past 2 years." He smiled and placed a kiss on my forhead. I grabbed some Floo powder and stepped into the chimney. "Privet Drive." I dropped the Floo powder and disappeared. 

I appeared in a cozy house and I spotted Mrs. Figg, who was sitting in her chair. "Ah, (Y/N), I was waiting for you." She stood up and gently grabbed my arm, helping me out of the chimney.
"Thank you, Mrs. Figg for letting me use you chimney." She smiled. "Anything for a friend, dear." She led me towards the front door. "Be carefull out there." I thanked her one last time and walked out the door.

I walked over to Harry's houses and I looked through the front window. There was a unknown woman sitting at the table, probably his aunt, because she looked like Mr. Dursley. She was a big, round woman with short brown hair. She wore a beige button up and a green jacket over it. She looked just like a walrus. 

I saw that the window in the kitchen was open and I slowly crept around the house. When I came to the window I carefully poked my head over the window frame and looked inside. Harry's aunt had given the women wine and she lowered herself to feed some to her dog. I looked at the scene disgusted. 

"What are you smirking at?" The woman snapped at Harry. "Nothing."  Harry quickly answered and went back to washing the dishes. "Harry." I whisper yelled. He looked at me and a smile appeared on his face. "(Y/N), what are you doing here?" He asked, looking surprised. "Coming to get you. You are not going to tell me you forgot." He went slightly pink and looked at his feet. "So that is a yes." I giggled. 

I took a good look at Harry. He had grown a few inches and his blouse finally fitted. His baby fat was completely gone and he had now a bit of a jawline. His hair was also shorter. "Who's that woman." I nodded my head towards the unknown fat woman. "That's my aunt, Aunt Marge." His face fell when he said her name. "She looks like a horrible woman." Harry laughed at my comment. "She is, believe me." He stated.

"Where is it that you send the boy, Vernon?" Marge asked Harry's uncle. "St. Brutus'. It's a fine institution for hopeless cases." Mr. Dursley answered. My eyes widened at his answer.

"I heard about that school. It is said that children from criminals are send there. And Harry isn't a hopeless case, he's the best friend you can have! And she even agrees with that Vernon!"

"Do they use the cane at St. Brutus', boy?" Harry was silent. I could see Mr. Dursley nod with a threatening look on his face. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, I've been beaten loads of times." Harry answered."Harry, how can you go along with this?" I whisper yelled. "I have to or else I'm not going to get food for another week." He whispered back. I knew how mistreated Harry was and I found it terrible. 

"You mustn't blame yourself about how this one turned out. It's a to do with blood. Bad blood will out. What is it the boy's father did, Petunia?" Marge rambled. "Nothing. He didn't work, he was unemployed." Harry's Aunt Petunia answered. "And a drunk too, no doubt?" I was shocked at their words. "That's a lie." Harry replied harshly. "What did you say?" Harry turned around. "My dad wasn't a drunk." Harry replied furiously. I glared daggers at the woman and the glass in her hand broke. I jumped and Harry turned to me. 

"Did you do that?" I asked him telepathically. "I believe we both did." He answered. Marge started to ramble, trying to cover up that she didn't know what happened. She ordered Harry to clean up the glass.