Summer with the Dursleys

A.N. Sorry, I didn't mean to confuse anyone. At the end of Chp 1 Draco, reports to the survivors in the *dark future* that he has convinced his father *in the past* to allow him to pursue Harry Potter. The last comment by Professor McGonagall, is to Draco as he returns to the past *using a time tuner*; he must come back to the *dark future* and return his body that is held in suspension. *Gee I'm confusing myself* I hope the updates make it clearer.*

Time, after the Goblet of Fire before the Order of Phoenix; summer.
-warning dark humor-

Chapter 2 Uninvited Visitor

Harry sat alone in the Little Winging Park gazing at the pond and wondering about his best friends Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Neither of whom had contacted him about the goings on in their neck of the world. Harry wasted the first two week of summer holiday hold up in his tiny room collecting the wizarding newspaper, The Daily Profit. To determine if anything major had occurred. Something is bound to happen he knew it because Lord Voldemort had returned from the dead, killed his fellow Hogwarts student, and nearly killed him in a life and death struggle.

Somehow, he managed to escape, with his life however, every night he had terrible nightmares about the Riddle graveyard and Cedric Diggory’s dead vacant eyes staring blankly at him. He shivered, the thought of the incident made him anxious he gazed around nervously, the sun beginning to set. ‘If I don’t get home before Dudley all hell is going to break loose.’

He stood stretching his wiry frame; he set off for Number Four Privet Drive. He considered if he should risk his uncle’s temper and send Hedwig, his snowy owl, out with a note for Hermione and Ron to contact him. ‘Those two should know better than to keep me in the dark about everything. I thought Ron would send for me by now, just wait until I see that red head git, I am going to give him the biggest telling off!’

Harry worked himself up into a rage before he set foot on his doorstep, gritting his teeth at the thought of his Aunt Petunia snapping voice tell him off for something he did not do properly. His aunt had nagged him to the point where he thought his jaw would break from clenching his teeth and biting back his words. Escaping to the park and the tranquil lake seem like the right idea at the time, haphazardly completing the gardening, he had tossed aside the tools and left without a backward glance.

Scraping his feet on the doormat then easing open the door carefully Harry crept into the house. Uncle Vernon’s loud voice covered the sound of Harry shutting the door. He grimaced as the lock clicked loudly in place. Then with one long leg set on the third step, he took to the stairs as silently as possible, however a familiar drawling voice gave him away and startled the daylights out of him.

“Oh there is Harry Potter!”

Vernon Dursley turned around gazing into the hall as he heaved his massive rump out of his chair. Harry appeared around the corner gapping in disbelief at the most unlikely house guest he expected to see in Little Whinging.

Draco Malfoy in a stylish black muggle blazer, with a crisp blue shirt and jet-black trousers rose with a smug grin on his handsome face. He actually resembled a fashion model or one of those flashy movie types with his white-blond hair slicked back and a stylish pair of lightly tinted shades. He stood as Harry entered the living room smiling in the most un-Slytherin like manner the green eyes has ever seen. Draco cordially extended a welcoming hand to the tussled haired Gryffindor, as if the two had never met.

Harry hands reflectively shot to his pockets but stop immediately as he noticed Draco’s hands were not only empty, but also well manicured. His mouth opened and closed mutely while his uncle did his usual host introductions.

“This is Harry Potter, good of you to spot him.” He turned back to Draco making a snide remark as if the green-eyed kid where not standing right next to him, whispering behind one pudgy hand. “He’s a bit slow, so just speak carefully so he understands.”

“Well – of – course – I – would - not – want – to confuse – the – boy.” Draco said very specifically and slowly. Mr. Dursley nodded and smiled politely. Leaving Harry to feel humiliated and outraged he had no intention of standing by while the pair makes a fool out of him.

“I am not slow. Stop talking about me as if I am not standing right here!” Harry fumed.

His uncle cast Draco a knowing look shaking his head and again completely ignoring the defiant green eye teen. “He has a nasty temper often explodes in fits of anger without justification. Are you sure you can handle his sort?” Mr. Dursley asked shooting distasteful glances at Harry while the Slytherin teen offered a confident smile.

Harry could not believe his ears; Draco Malfoy standing in his uncle’s home as if the two were old friends talking about him as if he did not exist and the most absurd aspect they were agreeing. How did this fifth year wizard from Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry manage to convince the one person in all of England that hated anything and everyone associated with magic to trust him?

“As I was saying Mr. Malfoy..”

“Please call me Draco, I insist.” He smiled kindly eyeing first Harry’s uncle then his aunt Petunia with a subtle wink. Harry’s aunt blushed immediately fond of their charming blond guest. She leaped from her chair to stand along side her husband.

“Oh Mr. Mal..” Petunia began, however Draco wagged a finger at her and she changed direction right away. “Alright Draco, let me get you something to drink and set a place for you. Dinner is nearly ready.” Her sweet inviting smile melted as she flashed her dark eyes on Harry, pursing her lips in a thin line puffing her self up with hot air, apparently ready to give him the telling off he tried to avoid.

Harry cut across her before she could exhale the storm. “I need to use the toilet.” Both his guardians flushed at the vulgar word usage. Their nephew not waiting for a dismissal left the room, stomping deliberately up the stairs.

The eyes of the other occupants followed him Vernon, and Petunia wincing as he slammed the door above. Draco appeared mildly interested; although he would never use the term, he expected muggles always spoke with crude manners.

“Oh he is such a handful, I’m so glad your organization will help us mange him this summer.” Petunia simpered flashing a toothy smile. “You two go ahead I’ll get dinner on the table. I can not wait for you to meet our son Dudley.” Blushing with pride and batting her lashes, she left the two men alone.

Mr. Vernon also flushed, although it was in anger. “I am truly at my wits end with that boy.” He rocked back on his heels, his beady eyes darting quickly toward the stairs then back at the platinum blond. “Please have a seat I will like to discuss what you have in store for him.”

Draco took a seat understanding this portion of his plan the most crucial although he found the great muggle intolerable, it was essential the Dursleys trust him absolutely.

“Well of course Mr. Dursley.” He leaned back in his seat.

“Just call me Vernon and my wife as well, you may call her Petunia.” Vernon’s massive cheeks spreading as he grinned caused the double chin to look more like a triple row, completely covering his little neck. Suddenly flinching at the sound of muffled tones from above, his beady eyes darted upward briefly and his overlarge mustache bristled as he huffed in impatience. “See what I mean, disgusting.”

Ignoring the remark the Slytherin continued. “Very well, we are all on first name basis then.” Draco’s charming smile and handsome looks earned him instant acceptance with the snobbish Dursleys. Considering how quickly they allowed him access to their home, Draco began to believe that the Head Master is correct in keeping so many magical protections in place. ‘These muggles are not just disgraceful parental figures but also, complete idiots to allow a stranger in their home. What should I expect they are only muggles, although that alone can not excuse their complete disregard for Potter’s safety, I’ll just need to trudge through the ghastly creatures and hope for the best.’ “Yes well I would like to keep a close eye on his everyday activities at first. Then he and I will discuss at length his intentions once he completes ma…” The bulky old man hissed and flushed as the word ‘magic’ formed on Draco’s lips, causing him to pause. “Sorry, did I say something inappropriate?”

“We do not like the use of that word or thingys relating to it.” Vernon blurted his great mustache ruffling as his wife offered a drink to Draco and then her husband.

Mrs. Dursley cut in on the end of Vernon’s sentence, Petunia dramatically stated in a quivering voice. “Oh Draco.” She paused making a deep fluttering sigh, glancing toward the ceiling as more rumbling thumps echoed above. “You have no idea the ordeal we have had to live with, so it’s understandable that we do not use such terms in our home.” Her eyes gazed determinately at the platinum blond shimmering with unshed tears.

Empting his glass like a parched man Vernon followed her statement ominously.

“Especially around our son Dudley, he hates whatsis and any mention of thingys.”

Draco sat back blinking his large eyes. ‘Theses muggles are off their rockers.’ “Sure I will mind my language while here.” Both Dursley exhaled a tense breath, their guest doing his part to look relieved rather than disgusted. “Well where were we, yes as a representative for the F.E.Y. it is important that we maintain complete awareness of what Harry Potter is up to at all times.” He nodded his head as the two adults looked more apprehensive.

Petunia interrupted, after glancing at her husband. “What will this entail exactly?” She sat down slowly perching on the edge of her sofa.

“Yes I would like to know as well, you said this ‘F.E.’ thingy is willing to compensate for any inconvenience?” Vernon Dursley narrowed his beady eyes greedily as if trying to determine if the young man were lying.

Draco withdrew a long envelope from inside his breast pocket etched with fancy script on high quality paper. “Yes, ‘F.E.Y.’ will compensate you generously. I think you will find everything to your satisfaction, as well as the first installment for your cooperation.”

Casting Draco one last calculating glare Mr. Dursley quickly opened the envelope his wife leaping off the sofa to hover over his shoulder. Both stared with shocked expressions at the bank draft. “Twenty-thousand pounds!” Vernon gushed turning his astonished glare on Draco as if he were in full wizard robes.

The Slytherin spy froze wondering if the sum were not sufficient, ready to try another tactic when the Dursleys only son entered the home slamming the door and calling. “I’m home!” He took great lumbering steps as he entered the living room shaking out his leather jacket stopping dead his eyes landing on Draco speechless.

“Oh there is my Dudders!” Mrs. Dursley cheered. Swooping over to seize his meaty upper arm, she guided him toward Draco, who managed to fix his face in a polite smile rising to take the mammoth boys hand. “Dudders this is Mr., please forgive me this is Draco, he will be staying with us for a bit of the summer to keep a watch on your...” she bit down on her words then quickly added. “Harry.”

Dudley, who extended his hand with an uncertain and strangely disconnected look on his face, quickly snatched his hand away looking horrified at his mother and glancing distrustfully at Draco, while he backed away. “He’s a…!” His chunky face broke out in a nervous sweat as he retreated several more steps.

Mr. Dursley pulled his attention away from the bank draft long enough to intervene. “Dudley don’t be dense, he’s one of us. He works for people who help keep ‘them’ in line.” Grinning appreciatively at Draco before staring pointedly back at his son. “Draco is one of the good guys, be sure to make friends with his sort.”

Dudley looked relieved, breathing a deep sigh and stepping forward to shake hands with the new blond of the house. As Draco grabbed his hand, the strange disconnected look returned once again, Dudley mumbling his greeting.

Draco felt wind swept, he had thought that for an instance the muggle boy had seen through his disguise and noticed he is a wizard. He could not afford to have his cover blown with these people, especially since he just got here. “It is a pleasure to meet you Dudley.” The Slytherin stated politely then added. “You seem very strong what a grip.” Actually, Dudley was so nervous he squeezed the hand painfully tight; Draco’s face flushed slightly.

“Oh sorry I don’t know my own strength at times.” Dudley released him quickly looking away with a flushed face and asking about dinner.

“Dudders please do mommy a favor and tell ‘him’ to come down.” Petunia’s eyes jumping toward the ceiling as she referred to Harry while she prompted Dudley patting him on the shoulder. He grumbled and stomped off stepping a little lighter than when he entered glancing once over his shoulder at Draco when he reached the stairs.

[TBC]
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