𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐬 | 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐨 𝐞𝐫𝐚

Chapter 14. Summer Rescue ☾

A/N Only plot mine please vote...

Harry thought that he should not have been surprised at how the summer played out. He had lived it all once before, why was he shocked at the events that had occurred over the last month? When he got home, his uncle and aunt had acted less than happy about his return and had quickly given him a long list of chores for him to do. His aunt acted very scared of him, which he could not understand because she should have known he could not practice magic over the summer. The law against underage magic had not changed in over a millennium. Did she really think they would change it in twenty years?

However, Harry did not have much time to think about this. He was constantly cooking the meals, gardening, cleaning the house, and ensuring his aunt and uncle never had a reason to be upset with him. The day of the big dinner party came and Harry was unsurprised when he was told to go to his room and act like he did not exist. He thought that he had become pretty good at this over the years and even wondered if he did exist, or if he maybe he got so good he had stopped existing.

When Dobby arrived, Harry did try to shut him up. However, the little house elf could not be persuaded out of trying to "help" the great Harry Potter. When he levitated the dessert over Harry's uncle's guest, Harry cringed. That night was not a pretty one for Harry. He awoke the next day not able to move, and he was almost certain his uncle had broken something.

Harry was surprised, however, when he awoke the evening before his birthday to find a shock of blond hair outside his window. He limped over to the bar-covered windows and struggled to unlock them to allow Draco to open it with his wand. They at least got the window open and Draco began to talk to Harry.

"Wow, you look like you went a few rounds with a hippogriff." Draco commented. Harry frowned. "What happened to you? Your uncle got frustrated again?" Harry scowled.

"What are you doing here?" Harry whispered back.

"I overheard Dobby bragging to the other house elves how he helped the great Harry Potter and I got nervous. Dobby does not know the difference between helping and hurting. Anyway, when I flew to all the windows, I couldn't find you. Why do you have bars over your window?" Draco asked curiously.

"I'm a criminal, apparently. At least, that's what my aunt and uncle say. Didn't you know I'm going to St. Brutus' School for incurably criminal boys?" Harry teased. Draco rolled his eyes and sighed. He pointed his wand at the bars and disintegrated them.

"Where are your things?" Draco asked as he climbed through the window. Harry motioned toward the door.

"They're in the cupboard under the stairs." Harry replied. Draco whispered a quick Alohomora and opened Harry's door. He looked down at near the ground.

"What's with the cat flap?" Draco asked. Harry shrugged.

"How else would they get food to me once every few days?" Harry asked indifferently. Draco scowled. He ran down the stairs and opened the cupboard door. He levitated Harry's trunk and was about to close the door when he noted a paper hanging on the wall. Draco shook with anger as he read, Harry's Room.

Draco stomped up the stairs, not afraid of waking anyone up anymore. He barged into Harry's room.

"They kept you in a cupboard under the stairs?" Draco spat out furiously. Harry cringed a bit.

"Shhh, do you want to wake up the whole household?" Harry whispered, trying to calm down his friend.

"Let them hear! I want to have a few words with them anyway!" Draco exclaimed loudly.

Right then, they heard a rumbling sound coming from the hallway. Suddenly, the door slammed open and Draco came face-to-face with what he was sure was a purple walrus. He looked over confusedly at Harry, who was pale and shaking.