A Lion and a Snake

Chapter 1

Draco's POV

The terms of mine and my mother's not getting chucked into Azkaban were simple. My mother was not allowed to leave the house for a year unless accompanied by an auror. I was to attend Hogwarts for the extra year thing. That was better than my father's life sentence to Azkaban, so we took the terms without complaint.

~The day after the hearing~

"Draco!" my mother called from downstairs.

"Yes?" I said, running down the stairs.

"Are you packed?" she demanded, her hair in a tight knot at the back of her head.

"Not quite."

"Well, hurry please, Mr. Johnson will be here soon so I can take you to the train."

"Right." I ran back upstairs and threw some more robes into my trunk. The idea of going back to Hogwarts and facing all those people who probably hated me-let's just say it wasn't exactly pleasant. I sighed and threw my hairbrush into my trunk before closing it. All I had to do was survive this school year, and then all would be forgiven.

"I'm ready." I said, bringing my trunk downstairs and glancing around the living room. We had put the chandelier back up after Dobby had tried to drop it on my Aunt Bellatrix. I wondered briefly what had happened to Dobby.

"Good, I think Mr-g" my mother started, but she was interrupted when the door opened. A tall man came into our house. He had black hair, dark brown eyes, and tan skin.

"I'm Mr. Johnson." the man said. His voice was deep. "I'll be the auror coming with you. Should you ever need me, all you have to do is contact the Auror office and I will come to your house as soon as possible, Mrs. Malfoy."

"Thank you." my mother said, sounding slightly frightened. I mean, she had good reason to be. If she ever wanted to go anywhere this year, she would have to call this man.

"She's not a Mrs. anymore." I said coldly. Mr. Johnson glared at me, but I held my chin up. No one would make the mistake of thinking my mother and father were still together. No. One.

"Draco." my mother hissed. Her eyes held a warning. Stop talking and just go with what he says.

"Anyway, are we leaving?" Mr. Johnson asked. "Or are we staying here?"

"We should be all ready to go." my mother said. I nodded and said nothing.

"Great." Mr. Johnson said sarcastically. It was clear he didn't want to be here. Well, I thought, glaring at his back. He's going to have to learn to live with it.

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Harry's POV

"Master Harry, I have packed your bags." Kreacher croaked.

I sighed. "I told you I would pack those, Kreacher."

"Yes, but you seemed so tired this morning, I wanted to help you out."

"Okay, Fine." I got out of Sirius' bed, which was where I had been sleeping. I knew he wasn't alive anymore, but using his bed made me feel closer to him. Granted Kreacher had needed to wash them multiple times before I was comfortable sleeping there-lets just say there was a lot of dog fur on it-but it was a nice bed. "Next time, though, I want to pack. And there's no need to call me Master Harry, Harry's Fine."

"Of course, Master Harry." Kreacher croaked, smiling slightly at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay, Great. Thank you."

"Master Harry?" Kreacher came up next to me.

"Yes?" I asked, grabbing my clothes off the foot of the bed.

"These came with the owl." Kreacher handed me a letter.

"Thanks, Kreacher." I said, sitting back down on the bed, all thoughts of changing forgotten in my curiosity of what was in the letter.

Harry,

Just wanted to say, I hope you're well. And if you ever feel up to it, Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was hoping you would come and taste test some of my newest inventions. Don't worry, none of them will hurt you-at least I don't think they will-I just wanted some more publicity on them. And anyway, Ron tells me you could use a laugh.

Hope to see you soon,
George.

"Oh!" I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Maybe..."

"Does Master Harry require a quill and parchment?" Kreacher offered.

"Yes, please, Kreacher." I felt a piece of parchment and a quill get pressed into my hands. I slid to the floor, and Kreacher pushed an ink bottle in front of my while I scribbled back my response.

George,

Yeah, I'd love to do that, but I have school. Maybe if you could come to Hogsmead we could do it there? I think I read that you bought Zonko's in one of the papers... And I'll be sure to tell Ron that I laugh quite a bit. Kreacher is surprisingly funny.

Anyway, send me a response as soon as possible,
Harry.

"Thank you Kreacher." I said, setting down my quill. "I'll help you put this stuff-ow!" Kreacher smacked my hand away from the ink bottle I was reaching for.

"No, Master Harry. You must change. You don't want to miss the train, or Mistress Molly will have my head earlier than need be." Kreacher insisted.

"Fine." I grumbled. "I'll change. After I help you." I dove for my quill but Kreacher snapped his fingers and it disappeared. Then he grabbed the letter and marched out of the room.

"Change, Master Harry. You smell like wet dog. I need to wash those sheets again." Kreacher called as he left the room. I laughed lightly and changed into my clothes before walking out of the room. I knew that the nightmares I had been having would be worse at Hogwarts, and yet I still felt excited about going.

After all, it was my home.

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Hey readers!! Hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I know, I know, NOT ENOUGH DRARRY!!! Don't worry, I'm getting there.
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