The next chapter has arrived! Finally ^_^
Special thanks to: ILLK(it's one of mine, too ^_^), Klee(he's cute ALL the time! ^_~ it is funny, your right *LOL*), Silver Lightning(thank you ^_^), whitebearwrites(hiya Joe! ^__^ I just adore how their roles are reversed ^_~), Lady Geuna(thank you! ^_^), darthmorgana(thanks and will do!^-^), Lichan(I was singing along as I wrote it *lol* ^__^), Star(thank you!^_~)
"One ticket to Scotland, please," Harry requested at the train station, the white owl which he'd named Hedwig, on his shoulder.
"Exit Visa," the man behind the window said gruffly.
"Exit Visa?"
"No Exit Visa, no ticket!"
Both Harry and the old woman in line behind him jumped as the window slammed shut. The boy turned to the witch as she tugged on his jacket.
"See Draco," she whispered. "He can help."
"Where can I find him?" Harry whispered back, leaning close.
"At the old palace, but you didn't hear it from me."
The boy nodded, smiling slightly as he straightened. "Draco, huh? Hm.."
~*~
Meanwhile, Draco and Star were sitting next to each other behind a table, a *long* piece of parchment with scratched out names written on it.
"Nice, very nice," Draco said, a pained smile on his face. "Er.. next please."
"And I look like prince," the boy he waved off the stage said as he left.
Another boy went onto the stage, taking a deep breath before dropping his large coat on the floor, "godfather, it's me," he said in a deep voice, "Harry."
Star fell forward, exasperated onto the table at the terrible acting as Draco crossed the boy's name off the list.
"Oh brother.."
"That's it, Draco!" Star grumbled as they left the building. "It's over. We're done with this bug-infested place and we *still* have no boy to play Harry Potter!"
"Don't worry, Star. We'll find him."
"You are way too optimistic."
"And your way too pessimistic."
"Someone has to be! Your bloody daft."
Draco wrapped an arm around Star's shoulders, grinning as he pulled out the Snitch. "As soon as we show Sirius Black this, he'll think we've brought the real Harry Potter." He didn't even take notice to the boy he bumped into, still talking to his friend as they walked down the street. "By the time he realizes the truth, we'll be long gone spending the reward money."
"Right, Draco," Star said, sounding still not convinced.
Harry didn't even take a second glance at the rude boy who'd bumped into him, more interested in finding out where the old palace was. He asked one of the wizards on the street, who pointed the way for him.
~*~
Harry walked up to the run-down palace, looking it over. He stopped at a boarded up window, putting his hands on the wood and peeking through a space, into the darkness of the building. Hedwig flew into one of the crevices.
"Hedwig, come back here," Harry called to his owl. When she didn't listen, he pulled on the wood blocking his entry. It gave way easier then he expected, and he fell backwards onto the ground.
Oof!"
Deeper inside the palace, Draco sat up at his spot sitting at a table, "did you hear something?"
"No," Star replied.
Harry walked through the palace, taking off his scarf as he looked around. "This place," he murmured, strolling over to a table, "it seems to familiar.. Like the memory from a dream." His fingers lingered on a vase, painted animals on it.
"Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember.
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December."
Harry descended some stairs, leading him to a large ballroom. He removed his jacket, and pulled off his gloves as he looked around. Golden chandeliers hung from the decorated ceiling, and beautiful paintings hung above millions of windows.
"Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory.."
As Harry sung the last word, couples dressed in beautiful gowns and elegant suits burst from the paintings, floating down to the floor. They began to dance, the whole thing like magic as Harry descended the stairs, bowing to the people he passed. They bowed back.
"Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory..."
Three boys surrounded him, touching their hands to his as if it was some kind of secret greeting. Harry spun around in a circle as the boys were swept into dancing by girls, his clothes changing into an elegant suit. A girl latched onto him on one turn, and he began dancing with her, before moving onto another girl, then another.
"Faraway, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember..."
A man and woman emerged from the biggest painting of all, at the front of the ballroom. The woman made her way over to Harry, and the girl he was dancing with moved away. The woman took over, and Harry noticed that her emerald eyes were just like his own, her hair a fiery red.
"And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December."
The woman placed a kiss to Harry's forehead, before moving away to stand beside the black haired man with glasses and brown eyes. Harry sat on the floor, and bowed to the two.
"Hey!"
Harry lifted his head with a gasp at the voice, the people around him and his elegant clothes disappearing, leaving him back in his rags.
"What're you doing in here?!" Draco demanded from the top of one of the balconies. Star beside him.
Harry scrambled to his feet, running away. Draco took off after him, dashing down the stairs. Star followed at a slower speed, obviously in no hurry to catch the trespasser.
Draco continued to yell for the boy to stop, as he ran up the stairs at the other end of the ballroom. "Wait a minute, hold on!"
Knowing he was going to be caught anyway, Harry finally stopped at the top of the stairs and turned, facing his pursuer.
"How did you get in.. here..?" Draco blinked a few times after he'd stopped on the stairs, surprised by what he saw.
Behind where Harry was standing was a portrait of the Potter family, and the boy's eyes were exactly the same as Harry Potter's."
"Excuse me!" Star said to Harry as she reached Draco. "What--"
"Star, wait," Draco grabbed her shoulder, "do you see what I see?"
The girl blinked, then gasped, "I do! He looks just like--Potumph!"
Draco had his hand slapped over the girl's mouth, whispering for her to be quiet. She took the hint as Hedwig landed on Draco's shoulder.
"An owl," he said, sounding less then happy, before handing her to Star. "Cute.."
"Are you Draco?" Harry asked.
"Depends on who's looking for him," Draco chuckled, walking up the rest of the stairs and standing before Harry.
"My name's Harry, and I need travel papers. They say your the man to see," Harry whispered, leaning close to the other boy, "although I can't tell you who said that."
Draco just smiled, starting to circle the raven-haired boy as he looked him up and down. "Hm.."
"Why're you circling me?" Harry crossed his arms, turning around to face Draco, "what were you a vulture in another life?"
"I'm sorry Harry, it's just that you look an awful lot like-- never mind. Now," Draco grabbed Star's arm, pulling her to stand next to him, "you said something about travel papers?"
"Yes, I'd like to go to Scotland."
"You'd like to go to *Scotland*?" Draco looked excited. He turned to Star, who was busy playing with Hedwig.
"What a beautiful owl!" she cooed, rubbing the animal's head.
Rolling his eyes, Draco focused back on Harry, "pardon me, Harry. But was there a last name, that goes with that?"
"Well," Harry unconsciously rubbed at his forehead, "this is going to sound crazy. I don't know my last name, I was found wondering around when I was six years old."
"And before that, before you were six?" Draco pressed.
"I don't know, I have very few memories of my past. Well I do have one clue, and that is Scotland," the boy said, sliding his ring around in his fingers.
"Scotland?"
"Right. So can you two help me, or not?"
"Star, tickets!" Draco reminded his friend.
The girl blinked, then pulled four tickets for the London Circus out of her pocket, handing them to Draco.
"It just so happens that we're going to be leaving for Scotland," the blonde boy said, and Harry gasped in excitement. "I even have three--" noticing he had four tickets in his hand, Draco tossed one away, "three tickets for Scotland." He moved them away as Harry made a grab for them. "Unfortunately the third one is for him, Harold Potter," he said, gesturing to the painting.
"Oh," Harry said, looking at the painting as Star and Draco grabbed his arms and pulled him away.
"We're going to reunite Harold Potter with his godfather, Sirius Black," Star told Harry as the three of them walked up the stairs.
"You do kind of resemble him," Draco said casually.
"The same green eyes," Star said.
"Lily Potter's eyes," Draco agreed.
"He even has the same first name."
"He's the same age, the same physical type."
"Are you trying to tell me that you think *I* am Harold Potter?" Harry laughed.
"All I'm trying to tell you is that I've seen millions of boys all over the country and *none* of them look as much like Harold Potter as you," Draco told him.
Harry crossed his arms, "I knew you were nuts from the beginning but now I think that your *both* mad." He turned and started walking away.
"Why?" Draco challenged, catching up to Harry and blocking him from leaving. "You don't know what happened to you."
"No one knows what happened to him," Star added, walking up to them.
"Your looking for family in Scotland."
"And his only family is in Scotland."
"You ever think of the possibilities?" Draco asked, his hands on Harry's shoulders as he steered him back towards the portrait they had been standing in front of.
"That *I* could be famous?" Harry asked, Hedwig in his arms.
"Yes."
"Well I don't know, it's hard to think of yourself as someone special when your sleeping on a damp floor," Harry said, staring at the painting. "But sure, I guess every lonely boy would hope he's famous."
"And somewhere," Star said, "one little boy, is."
"Really wish we could help," Draco said, grabbing Star and pulling her away. "but the last ticket *is* for Harold Potter."
Harry sighed in disappointment.
"Why didn't you tell him about the plan?" Star asked, confused as the two of them started descending the stairs.
"Why split a third of the reward money?" Draco replied. "All he wants to do is go to Scotland."
"I'm telling you we're walking away too soon!"
"Not to worry, I've got it all figured out." He put his hand on her arm, "walk a little slower."
Harry stared at the painting in front of him, reaching up to touch it. He pulled away, taking a step back as Hedwig hooted softly.
"Three," Draco counted, "two, one."
"Draco!" Harry called.
Star grinned, "right into the palm of our hands."
"Draco, wait!" Harry called again, running to the top of the stairs.
"You called?" Draco and Star turned around.
"If I don't remember who I am then who's to say I'm not Harold Potter, right?" Harry said, walking down the stairs towards them.
"Yeah, go on," Draco encouraged.
"Right, so if I'm *not* Harold Potter, Sirius will know right away and it's all just an honest mistake."
"Sounds plausible."
"But if you *are* Harold Potter," Star said, "then you'll finally know who you are and have your family back."
"You know, she's right," Draco agreed. "Either way it gets you to Scotland."
"Right," Harry held out his hand with a smile, and Draco shook it. "Hedwig, we're going to Scotland!"
Hedwig hooted happily.
"No, no," Draco argued. "The owl stays."
"What're you talking about? The owl goes."
"I'm allergic to owls."
"Liar," Star sing-songed, earning her a glare from her friend.
Special thanks to: ILLK(it's one of mine, too ^_^), Klee(he's cute ALL the time! ^_~ it is funny, your right *LOL*), Silver Lightning(thank you ^_^), whitebearwrites(hiya Joe! ^__^ I just adore how their roles are reversed ^_~), Lady Geuna(thank you! ^_^), darthmorgana(thanks and will do!^-^), Lichan(I was singing along as I wrote it *lol* ^__^), Star(thank you!^_~)
"One ticket to Scotland, please," Harry requested at the train station, the white owl which he'd named Hedwig, on his shoulder.
"Exit Visa," the man behind the window said gruffly.
"Exit Visa?"
"No Exit Visa, no ticket!"
Both Harry and the old woman in line behind him jumped as the window slammed shut. The boy turned to the witch as she tugged on his jacket.
"See Draco," she whispered. "He can help."
"Where can I find him?" Harry whispered back, leaning close.
"At the old palace, but you didn't hear it from me."
The boy nodded, smiling slightly as he straightened. "Draco, huh? Hm.."
~*~
Meanwhile, Draco and Star were sitting next to each other behind a table, a *long* piece of parchment with scratched out names written on it.
"Nice, very nice," Draco said, a pained smile on his face. "Er.. next please."
"And I look like prince," the boy he waved off the stage said as he left.
Another boy went onto the stage, taking a deep breath before dropping his large coat on the floor, "godfather, it's me," he said in a deep voice, "Harry."
Star fell forward, exasperated onto the table at the terrible acting as Draco crossed the boy's name off the list.
"Oh brother.."
"That's it, Draco!" Star grumbled as they left the building. "It's over. We're done with this bug-infested place and we *still* have no boy to play Harry Potter!"
"Don't worry, Star. We'll find him."
"You are way too optimistic."
"And your way too pessimistic."
"Someone has to be! Your bloody daft."
Draco wrapped an arm around Star's shoulders, grinning as he pulled out the Snitch. "As soon as we show Sirius Black this, he'll think we've brought the real Harry Potter." He didn't even take notice to the boy he bumped into, still talking to his friend as they walked down the street. "By the time he realizes the truth, we'll be long gone spending the reward money."
"Right, Draco," Star said, sounding still not convinced.
Harry didn't even take a second glance at the rude boy who'd bumped into him, more interested in finding out where the old palace was. He asked one of the wizards on the street, who pointed the way for him.
~*~
Harry walked up to the run-down palace, looking it over. He stopped at a boarded up window, putting his hands on the wood and peeking through a space, into the darkness of the building. Hedwig flew into one of the crevices.
"Hedwig, come back here," Harry called to his owl. When she didn't listen, he pulled on the wood blocking his entry. It gave way easier then he expected, and he fell backwards onto the ground.
Oof!"
Deeper inside the palace, Draco sat up at his spot sitting at a table, "did you hear something?"
"No," Star replied.
Harry walked through the palace, taking off his scarf as he looked around. "This place," he murmured, strolling over to a table, "it seems to familiar.. Like the memory from a dream." His fingers lingered on a vase, painted animals on it.
"Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember.
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December."
Harry descended some stairs, leading him to a large ballroom. He removed his jacket, and pulled off his gloves as he looked around. Golden chandeliers hung from the decorated ceiling, and beautiful paintings hung above millions of windows.
"Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory.."
As Harry sung the last word, couples dressed in beautiful gowns and elegant suits burst from the paintings, floating down to the floor. They began to dance, the whole thing like magic as Harry descended the stairs, bowing to the people he passed. They bowed back.
"Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through a silver storm.
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory..."
Three boys surrounded him, touching their hands to his as if it was some kind of secret greeting. Harry spun around in a circle as the boys were swept into dancing by girls, his clothes changing into an elegant suit. A girl latched onto him on one turn, and he began dancing with her, before moving onto another girl, then another.
"Faraway, long ago,
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart
Used to know,
Things it yearns to remember..."
A man and woman emerged from the biggest painting of all, at the front of the ballroom. The woman made her way over to Harry, and the girl he was dancing with moved away. The woman took over, and Harry noticed that her emerald eyes were just like his own, her hair a fiery red.
"And a song
Someone sings
Once upon a December."
The woman placed a kiss to Harry's forehead, before moving away to stand beside the black haired man with glasses and brown eyes. Harry sat on the floor, and bowed to the two.
"Hey!"
Harry lifted his head with a gasp at the voice, the people around him and his elegant clothes disappearing, leaving him back in his rags.
"What're you doing in here?!" Draco demanded from the top of one of the balconies. Star beside him.
Harry scrambled to his feet, running away. Draco took off after him, dashing down the stairs. Star followed at a slower speed, obviously in no hurry to catch the trespasser.
Draco continued to yell for the boy to stop, as he ran up the stairs at the other end of the ballroom. "Wait a minute, hold on!"
Knowing he was going to be caught anyway, Harry finally stopped at the top of the stairs and turned, facing his pursuer.
"How did you get in.. here..?" Draco blinked a few times after he'd stopped on the stairs, surprised by what he saw.
Behind where Harry was standing was a portrait of the Potter family, and the boy's eyes were exactly the same as Harry Potter's."
"Excuse me!" Star said to Harry as she reached Draco. "What--"
"Star, wait," Draco grabbed her shoulder, "do you see what I see?"
The girl blinked, then gasped, "I do! He looks just like--Potumph!"
Draco had his hand slapped over the girl's mouth, whispering for her to be quiet. She took the hint as Hedwig landed on Draco's shoulder.
"An owl," he said, sounding less then happy, before handing her to Star. "Cute.."
"Are you Draco?" Harry asked.
"Depends on who's looking for him," Draco chuckled, walking up the rest of the stairs and standing before Harry.
"My name's Harry, and I need travel papers. They say your the man to see," Harry whispered, leaning close to the other boy, "although I can't tell you who said that."
Draco just smiled, starting to circle the raven-haired boy as he looked him up and down. "Hm.."
"Why're you circling me?" Harry crossed his arms, turning around to face Draco, "what were you a vulture in another life?"
"I'm sorry Harry, it's just that you look an awful lot like-- never mind. Now," Draco grabbed Star's arm, pulling her to stand next to him, "you said something about travel papers?"
"Yes, I'd like to go to Scotland."
"You'd like to go to *Scotland*?" Draco looked excited. He turned to Star, who was busy playing with Hedwig.
"What a beautiful owl!" she cooed, rubbing the animal's head.
Rolling his eyes, Draco focused back on Harry, "pardon me, Harry. But was there a last name, that goes with that?"
"Well," Harry unconsciously rubbed at his forehead, "this is going to sound crazy. I don't know my last name, I was found wondering around when I was six years old."
"And before that, before you were six?" Draco pressed.
"I don't know, I have very few memories of my past. Well I do have one clue, and that is Scotland," the boy said, sliding his ring around in his fingers.
"Scotland?"
"Right. So can you two help me, or not?"
"Star, tickets!" Draco reminded his friend.
The girl blinked, then pulled four tickets for the London Circus out of her pocket, handing them to Draco.
"It just so happens that we're going to be leaving for Scotland," the blonde boy said, and Harry gasped in excitement. "I even have three--" noticing he had four tickets in his hand, Draco tossed one away, "three tickets for Scotland." He moved them away as Harry made a grab for them. "Unfortunately the third one is for him, Harold Potter," he said, gesturing to the painting.
"Oh," Harry said, looking at the painting as Star and Draco grabbed his arms and pulled him away.
"We're going to reunite Harold Potter with his godfather, Sirius Black," Star told Harry as the three of them walked up the stairs.
"You do kind of resemble him," Draco said casually.
"The same green eyes," Star said.
"Lily Potter's eyes," Draco agreed.
"He even has the same first name."
"He's the same age, the same physical type."
"Are you trying to tell me that you think *I* am Harold Potter?" Harry laughed.
"All I'm trying to tell you is that I've seen millions of boys all over the country and *none* of them look as much like Harold Potter as you," Draco told him.
Harry crossed his arms, "I knew you were nuts from the beginning but now I think that your *both* mad." He turned and started walking away.
"Why?" Draco challenged, catching up to Harry and blocking him from leaving. "You don't know what happened to you."
"No one knows what happened to him," Star added, walking up to them.
"Your looking for family in Scotland."
"And his only family is in Scotland."
"You ever think of the possibilities?" Draco asked, his hands on Harry's shoulders as he steered him back towards the portrait they had been standing in front of.
"That *I* could be famous?" Harry asked, Hedwig in his arms.
"Yes."
"Well I don't know, it's hard to think of yourself as someone special when your sleeping on a damp floor," Harry said, staring at the painting. "But sure, I guess every lonely boy would hope he's famous."
"And somewhere," Star said, "one little boy, is."
"Really wish we could help," Draco said, grabbing Star and pulling her away. "but the last ticket *is* for Harold Potter."
Harry sighed in disappointment.
"Why didn't you tell him about the plan?" Star asked, confused as the two of them started descending the stairs.
"Why split a third of the reward money?" Draco replied. "All he wants to do is go to Scotland."
"I'm telling you we're walking away too soon!"
"Not to worry, I've got it all figured out." He put his hand on her arm, "walk a little slower."
Harry stared at the painting in front of him, reaching up to touch it. He pulled away, taking a step back as Hedwig hooted softly.
"Three," Draco counted, "two, one."
"Draco!" Harry called.
Star grinned, "right into the palm of our hands."
"Draco, wait!" Harry called again, running to the top of the stairs.
"You called?" Draco and Star turned around.
"If I don't remember who I am then who's to say I'm not Harold Potter, right?" Harry said, walking down the stairs towards them.
"Yeah, go on," Draco encouraged.
"Right, so if I'm *not* Harold Potter, Sirius will know right away and it's all just an honest mistake."
"Sounds plausible."
"But if you *are* Harold Potter," Star said, "then you'll finally know who you are and have your family back."
"You know, she's right," Draco agreed. "Either way it gets you to Scotland."
"Right," Harry held out his hand with a smile, and Draco shook it. "Hedwig, we're going to Scotland!"
Hedwig hooted happily.
"No, no," Draco argued. "The owl stays."
"What're you talking about? The owl goes."
"I'm allergic to owls."
"Liar," Star sing-songed, earning her a glare from her friend.