Twisted Silver

Thanks for the reviews! To Feron, here are the boots you asked for. I don’t really know if I want to do slash for this story, I think Harry might be greedy and go for both genders. Tell me what you think! And now on with the story…

Chapter Two

Three Weeks Later

Harry finished another note to Draco and sent it off. Over the last few weeks they had slowly become friends on paper, answering each others questions and learning about each otherses. es. The changes in Harry were more obvious now. His face sneered at people more than smiled, he didn’t write to Ron or Hermione knowing he could not do so and be nice to them. ‘How long had they known he was a pawn in Dumbledore’s eyes. Did they know the lies he has told me. But most especially, how can that idiot have me stay here at the Dursleys. He knows what they do to me!’ After some time of quiet deliberation, Harry realized that Dumbledore knew all along how he was treated, even before he came to Hogwarts. He didn’t realize it was this long until he came across one of his first Hogwarts letters hidden in the garage. When he read the address which specifically mentioned “The cupboard under the Stairs” it hit him. Dumbledore knew exactly what was going on and did not care. It only further suited his plans for Harry to be mistreated at home so that when going back to Hogwarts he was being ‘saved’ and coddled by Albus, providing a hero complex.

“Bastard” he muttered to himself as he vacuumed the living room carpet, careful no one overheard,” Why cant he have some other fucking figurehead, one that really cares. Perhaps a Weasley, they are stupid enough to find it an honour.”

Last week he had sent a missive to Dumbledore asking for a re-sorting. It was carefully worded with mentions of his missing Sirius and how he could not face his friends, even though he would most likely stay sorted into Gryffindor house (this making Dumbledore see it as less of an issue than it really was). He even forced out a tear so as to appropriately seem upset, having it land beautifully right next to his signature. A reply had come two days later, consoling and understanding with too much sugar behind the words. It seemed Dumbledore had granted his request but also stated that it would be a private sorting in his study before the welcoming feast.

“Lets see what happens when the hat is placed on my head once again wont we, you senile old fool? Perhaps I can surprise you.”

Days passed with nothing more of interest except for a few more bruises on Harrys stomach from not concentrating on his chores. In approximately two hours The Malfoy family was coming to pick him up so that they could go to Diagon alley for school supplies. He did not want to go with his old friends as they would have too many questions to ask of him. ‘That can wait until the train,’ he mused silently,’ then they will see that their golden boy has been tarnished for them. Wonder how they will take it?’ He completed the living room, dusted off those awful family photos that were spread around everywhere, then went upstairs to clean Dudleys room. When the doorbell rang he had no idea how much time had passed and hurried to answer it.

At the door stood Draco, a sleek black limousine on the footpath waiting for them. Draco had certainly grown over the summer, now at six feet and two inches. His hair had grown to his shoulders and his shoulders had filled out leaving the extremely expensive robes hanging beautifully.
“Harry, you look awful,” the fist words out of Draco’s mouth, “a new wardrobe will have to be first” Then, with an odd look on his face he held out his hand. Both boys reminisced to their first year when Harry had rejected his friendship but now Harry grabbed the hand easily. A smile touched his face as he replied “Of course, you cant have any friend of yours looking like a derelict now can we?” Before Uncle Vernon could come to see who was at the door Harry shut it quickly and ran to the footpath.

The trip to The Leaky cauldron was mainly uneventful, bar the two teenage boys happily argueing with each other the whole trip.

“We will be meeting Father at the Leaky Cauldron. He couldn’t come with us this trip because of problems at the Ministry.”

“That’s okay,” answered Harry, “It will be interesting that this is the first time I will have spoken to your father in some time, and our dislike for each other in the past hopefully wont ruin the day”

“Hey, if I can get over it, so can he” said Draco, dampening Harry’s increasing doubts.

As they arrived Mr. Malfoy was already waiting for them. He quickly cam over to the boys and let them out the back to the wall which connected muggle and wizard London.
“Hello Harry” he said casually,”it is nice of you to join us shopping today”
“Thank you Mr. Malfoy for the invitation” he immediately replied, deciding that he should be formal.

“Just call me Lucius, Harry. I think well get along famously. Now, what to do first boys?”

“Robes” said Draco immediately, “can you believe those muggles make him wear this stuff” during which he pointed to Harry’s clothing with an utmost look of disgust.

“Hmm…robes it is then.”

The trio spent hours shopping, buying clothes in both wizard and muggle design. Draco was truly a master in the art of fashion; picking clothes that accentuated everything good about Harry and covered up what little there was which is bad. Before this Harry had not realized exactly how pants that look exactly the same can really be different when they were on. The final decision was that Harry looked best in Green, Black and Crimson, so nearly everything they bought, which was a hell of a lot, were in those particular colours. Contacts to replace his glasses were easy to manage, with the store owner showing him charms so as to clean them and keep them in place constantly.

The next step was a hair stylist, where Harry’s midnight black hair was washed, trimmed so that it landed softly at the small of his back and had silver streaks placed through it. Lucius insisted that he buy matching silver clasps to go with it ending up with three plain clasps, two silver snakes and one dragon clasp. Draco laughed at the dragon piece and joked that Harry just wanted to be like him. The overall effect was very Slytherin, made even more so by the green silk shirt Draco had forced him to wear from the store saying that it matched his eyes. The last stop to complete his wardrobe was necessary as Harry looked excellent from the top but when you looked down all you could notice were grubby white trainers poking out from underneath. He bought three pairs of Dragon hide boots, one plain, one with silver buckles that went up to his calves, as well as one set with green flames that were charmed to move around.

They went to Knockturn Alley and acquired some interesting items along with their potions ingredients and books for the year. Harry bought a silver dagger with runes engraved upon the blade and the head of a snake on the pommel. He also bought Draco a gift to represent the start of their friendship, being an old book of curses that he had seen the blonde salivating over earlier.

“Thanks Harry” cried Draco, “how did you know that I wanted it?”

“Easy, you are pretty expressive when you finally let your guard down.” Harry said, hoping that this was something representative of how easily the two got along.

“Yeah, I suppose I am, aren’t I?” Draco replied with a small smile, understanding what that meant for both of them. For once he had a true friend in Harry and Harry could say the same about Draco. Their smiles grew bigger and they headed out of the store arm in arm to get something to eat.

Lucius watched the display happy for his only son. Contrary to popular opinion, he really did care for Draco and wanted only the best for him. The side of him that was reserved for his Lord was also pleased at the events, knowing how much easier it would be now for them to turn the boy to their side, following Voldemort and leading him to victory over the wizarding world.

The day, no matter how fun, ended quickly and soon enough they were back outside Number four Privet Drive.

“Well, I spose ill see you on the train tomorrow then” Harry said with a hint of uncertainty. ‘Would Draco still want to be his friend at school. Would he shun him and pretend he still hated him?’

“Yeah, that would be great” replied Draco enthusiastically, seeing Harry’s doubt, “I can introduce you properly to my friends. I am sure you’ll get along with them just fine.”

Harry smiled and left Draco to his own business thinking of how unexpected the day had turned out. When he walked into the house he ran quickly upstairs so that his relatives wouldn’t see his purchases and ruin them.

The next day Harry reached Platform Nine and Three Quarters without any fuss. Vernon had been strangely silent during the trip and Harry appreciated it as much as he could without looking too happy. He got there ten minutes early and sat on one of the benches waiting for his blonde friend to show up.


Chapter Three: Ron and Hermione and meeting the Slyths