It all began with the Letter (Drarry)

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight: ???

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The despair Draco felt was overwhelming.

Despite the fact that he had only a small part of his consciousness with him, he could completely comprehend the severity of the situation. Deatomising was not a proven-safe method of travel, it merely worked well for a single person; himself. He did not know the extent of Harry's actions, but perfectly understood that when he arrived back at his apartment, Harry could be gone. He could also have had his atoms and molecules rearranged along the way, perhaps into some freak or have a number of his memories gone. Fear and guilt surged through Draco as the seconds passed felt like an eternity to him. Draco felt the travelling method's trademark ending shudder pass through him, and braced himself for whatever situation that would present itself...

Rather ill-prepared for the landing, upon arriving in his apartment, Draco stumbled and tumbled over a stool. He crashed onto the parquet flooring, wincing slightly before letting out a loud "oomph" as a small weight landed on his stomach seconds after, knocking the wind out of him. The small creature that was holding tightly onto his arm was straddling him.

A wave of confusion washed over him as, for a split second, Draco simply gazed at the pair of emerald green eyes. Then the realisation sunk in and Draco sat up, picking up the creature and setting it down on the floor. The questions raced through his mind at speeds to great for him to understand.

"What's your name? I'm Draco." Draco inquired, slightly apprehensive of the response he would receive, if any at all.

"Hello Draco..." murmured the creature, "I'm Harry." The shabbily dressed boy slowly arose and brushed himself down. "Am I not staying with Uncle Vernon this holiday? Are you a wizard...?" The boy slowly trailed off as his wide curious eyes gazed at everything in the living room with an awestruck expression, mouth agape. He scuttled across the room and stared at the pictures of various moving people on the mantle above the fireplace, and amazed, reached out to touch the figures.

"Harry Potter?"

The boy froze, arm still stretched out, and cried out almost immediately, "I'm sorry I won't do it again please don't hit me or send me to my room I haven't had dinner I promise I'll be a good boy I won't do it again please!" He reclaimed his arm and hugged his body, shaking.

Taken aback at the boy's sudden outburst, Draco walked up to him and turned him to face Draco.

"I won't do any of that to you, I promise. You can make yourself at home here. I just wanted to ask you, is your name Harry Potter?" Draco asked solemnly. Thoughts about the boy's past started to well up in Draco's mind as he gazed at the trembling, malnutritioned boy in front of him, who simply nodded in response, eyes wide and fearful. Just what has this poor boy been through, Draco definitely could not imagine. He would have a lot to do now, but first, the more pressing matter at hand: Young Harry Potter.