6 Privet Drive ( rewritten )

He does exist

Another chapter is out folks uwu.

He was doing an awful job. In the past few weeks, he managed to do nothing. There was no new information,  no proof to acuse them, no rumours, nothing besides the awful more and more frequent screams. It was driving him insane. He couldn't sleep more than a few hours at night and his apatite completely disappeared. He knew he worried his parents,  but he couldn't care. It was actually a good thing. Maybe his father will listen to him at once that way. These past weeks he argued with him about that topic almost every day but he didn't seem to even soften one bit.

But today he would take action. He would actually go and investigate the people at 4 Privet Drive and no one could stop him. He found a perfect excuse: the need to be shown around the neighbourhood. He would better be shown around by bloody Dumbledore than anyone from that family of monsters,  but he was entirely motivated to do something for the poor soul trapped with them.

After a hurried morning routine and a quick breakfast, he got ready. He put his wand in the back pocket of his muggle trousers next to a Vertiraserum bottle, drowned a smell-blocking potion down his throat because he was, in fact, sure that the fumes emanated by the occupants of Number 4 wouldn't be any nicer than any potion at Hogwarts, and tried to make himself look as mugglish as possible , but with little avail. Now he was physically ready, maybe mentally too, but emotionally, well, it was an entirely different situation. He took a few deep breaths and left the house, not locking the door, as his mother was yet again working in the garden. She certainly got a lot more better at taking care of the plants there, and now that Draco knew about the neighbour's nephew that probably was made to take care of the beautiful flowers in the yet more gorgeous garden, appreciated it and was proud of his mother.

He then quickly made his way to next door, stopping in front of the nicely mowed lawn and after staring for what seemed like hours to pass at the house, he finally got a grip of himself and ringed the doorbell. Some muffled sounds could be heard from the other side of the door, which slightly worried him, but soon enough  the horse-neck woman opened the door smiling sweetly at him, but he could clearly see how fake it was, after all , he did have his fair bit of  experience with masking his true feelings , and of course he was using that experience right then too,he couldn't afford not hiding wrath and pure hate behind a small grin and blow up his cover , couldn't he ?. "How can I help you dear ? " asked the woman with her oh-so-annoying voice. He then forced himself to respond with a voice and smile equally at sweet as hers " I was wondering, if he is home and doesn't mind, if your son could maybe show me around the neighbourhood, ma'am. You see, I never really went elsewhere than central London, and I'm afraid that I'd get lost here on my own ..." the woman's smile got even sweeter as she said " He is at one of his friend's house right now, but he should be home in less than half an hour. If you want, I can put some tea to brew while we wait, hmm, what do you say ?". Draco cringed so much at the idea, but seeing the great opportunity to observe the house on the inside and find proof,  he accepted. After leading him trough a far too clean living room and telling him to settle in the, again, suspiciously clean kitchen, the woman put a kettle on the stove and brought him some biscuits. He started observing everything around himself, but nothing too obvious could be found yet. The table had only three chairs, clearly indicating that their nephew didn't eat with them ..... he remembered a book where he read that this could be a sign of neglecting, or even worse... starving ... it was a sign .... so one proof already! 

After an agonizing half an hour spent awkwardly with the woman, who was trying to make small talk, the door loudly hit the wall, followed by a loud "I'm homeeeeeee!" and heavy thumping, a huge figure appeared in the doorway, completely acaparating the space there. The large 'boy' morphed his facial expression in what was probably supposed to be confusion and asked rudely while pointing at Draco with a fat finger that almost looked like a sausage " Mom who is this ?". The woman seemed embarrassed by the boy's actions and exclaimed with a sweet annoying tone "Duddy, dear, this is our neighbour from number 6, did you forget? He asked if you can show him around a bit, and I packed you some lunch to have at the park. What do you say ? " the boy eyed him suspiciously but after setting his eyes on the counter where two lunch boxes sat after seemingly appearing out of nowhere, he noded, if it was called that at people without necks, his head and offered his hand " I'm Dudley". Draco sighed mentally. He wanted to know his name, didn't he?  Trying to hide his hesitating, he shook the four times bigger hand and reluctantly said " I'm Draco M-" he then stopped, not wanting to give his last name away. After whipping his now sweaty hand, that he hoped it was because of him, not the pig, on his shirt, he asked "Shall we go then?" not wanting to spend more time in the company of the woman. Dudley only nodded and started with a slow, heavy pace to head outside. Draco set after him, at an equally slow pace, happy that he had time to observe his surroundings. On the walls, among dozen of photos with the family, not in a single one appeared anyone else than the Dursleys, a concerning fact. With the corner of his eye, he saw a cupboard under the stairs that were heading to the second store of the tidy house, and Draco thought he saw blood seeping from underneath it, but had no way to stop and investigate without looking suspicious. 

"Let's go and eat that lunch first," the massive boy said, only then observing a bag in the boy's hand. Without giving Draco time to respond, the pig started in a direction which was probably the park, with a faster pace than before, surely longing for the food. They walked in complete silence for about 10 minutes, until the other boy started speaking "Soooo .... ummm.....at your school ..... are there any cute girls ? " what kind of question was that? Why did these boys always think about girls? He always despited hearing other people talk about crushes and stuff, or falling in love with pretty girls and dating. For Merlin's(uwu my bby ) sake! "I, at least personally, don't think so " he answered awkwardly " I'm not really inclined towards girls " he aded, trying to make the other shut up. But Merlin if only he could have what he wanted for once. The other boy stared at him for a bit, then distanced himself from Draco and asked rather loudly " So you're gay ? " that raised indignation dangerously in him. Of course he wasn't! A Malfoy could not be in any circumstances other than married to females who could bear an heir that would carry the Malfoy name further. Of course, he and his parents weren't extremists, but they still respected important traditions. After calming down the anger from his voice he slyly answered " Of course not! I'm probably just not at the right age to like such things as dating." that was a lie. He was, in fact, 15, the age all boys become insane with dating. "Oh, ok. I asked because the fre-" he coughed " my far away cousin from ... umm ....a foreign country is, you know, gay " he ended in a whisper. 

So he does have a cousin. The nephew is real. There really was someone that needed saving, not just a suspicion.

TO BE CONTINUED 

UwU please comment if you liked it because your fingers can f*cking write, don't you agree? 

K so if you did actually read the original version of this, which is G A R B A G E ( sorry Tsumugi but its f*cking true ) because of all the cliches and bad grammar and all of its contents in general, you would know that there is the super cliche sh*t with fake parents, super-duper hybrid intherherations, the reincarnation of God in Harry etc, and I'm gonna yeet these out the window and come up with something more original or something .