Travelling

Travelling

Two things every young wizard or witch should remember:

1. When using Travelling spells be sure and pronounce all the words correctly.

2. Never allow outside forces to enter the spell.

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Since Draco was not surrounded by sun, sea and sand but instead was drenched to the skin and being blown about by gale force winds, he was pretty sure the spell had gone wrong. He also knew that he didn't mispronounce spells. So the only other obvious reason would be that bloody owl.

Draco didn't mind owls. They were useful and some could be quite friendly. He did mind however, when they came flying through his window and attacked him, messing up his spell in the process.

So he was pissed off. Pissed off, soaked and freezing. Not the best of mixes where he was concerned. As far as he could tell he was in a street. A boring, ordinary, muggle street. Brilliant.

He watched the owl warily. It was standing in the front garden of one of the houses and was watching him. There was something familiar about it. Maybe when the urge to pull all its feathers out one a time subsided he'd be able to think what it was.

He stood shivering and then jumped back slightly as the owl gave a sudden screech and took off.

"Hey!" He yelled and then realized what he was yelling at and scowled.

It had gone.

Well this really is brilliant. He looked at the house in front of him and shrugged. They all looked the same anyway. He walked up to the door and knocked. Loudly. And then again. Louder. He then kicked the door repeatedly and yelled at the top of his voice. It was cold after all.

Sounds of angry yelling came from inside the house and lights went on, finally.

Footsteps sounded through the door and it was flung open, revealing a very large angry looking man in a dressing gown.

Oh yeah, forgot how late it was.

He opened his mouth to say something when suddenly, light from an upstairs window shone down on him. He blinked at the glare of it, scowled, and then turned back to the muggle. He frowned. The man was staring at him with a look of both horror and anger on his face.

"Um... I was just wondering if..." He broke off looking at the man with both amusement and worry. His face appeared to be turning purple.

"Are you alright?"

This seemed to upset the man even more, he was backing away from the door.

"You...you...stay away from us." His voice was barely a whisper. It soon grew louder.

"You keep away from me and my family, you hear me? Keep away!"

And with that slammed the door in Draco's face.

Right, that went well.

He turned to go and then froze. The muggle was yelling again, at someone inside the house. Someone called Potter. Draco turned back to the door and stared.

"Worthless little freak...where we live...coming here at all hours...neighbours asking questions..."

Draco moved closer and peered through a window. There were three people in the room. The big muggle that had answered the door, a tall bony looking woman and another that could only be described as a miniature whale.

The first muggle was still yelling at what, to Draco, looked like a pile of old clothes heaped on the floor, until they moved. He could make out the messy black hair of Potter. He frowned and looked closer. He could make out Potter's head shaking and it looked like he was saying something. Draco leaned closer to try and hear better, then almost flew backwards as the big muggle's boot struck Potter in the chin. As it was, he tripped over and hit the ground heavily. And he stayed there, staring up at the window in shock. Something was wrong here. This was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, everyone's favourite little hero after all.

This couldn't be right. He'd seen wrong.

Slowly he got to his feet and looked through the window again. Sure enough there was Potter, curled up on the ground with blood all over him. He watched as the muggle grabbed him by the neck and threw him into a small cupboard, locking the door behind him.

He pulled back from the window and stared. The lights went off and the house went silent. Before he was sure what he was doing, he'd pulled his wand out and muttered an opening charm on the door. Slowly he moved inside then froze. What was he doing?

Standing in Potter's house, acting like an idiot.

One thing that had bugged Draco since he was a child. He had the most annoying little voice in his head that irritated him like hell. It was always right.

Glancing quickly at the stairs he walked carefully to the cupboard. Unlocking it he opened the door and froze. Potter was sprawled over a tiny bed. His body twisted awkwardly. Draco's breath caught in his throat as he reached out and shook Potter's shoulder gently.

"Potter. Potter wake up. Potter!"

He didn't stir.

Scowling slightly Draco got out his wand and cast a lightening charm over the unconscious boy and then reached out to lift him. He almost jumped up with shock when he did. He was pretty sure he hadn't lightened him that much. He could barely feel him. Looking around nervously, he picked up Potter and laid him gently on the floor outside the cupboard.

Well now what?

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It wasn't as if he'd started the day with a plan to go help out Harry Potter. Far from it.

A fluttering of wings attracted his attention and he turned to find the large snowy owl from earlier perched on the stair rail behind him.

Of course. Potter's the only one in school with a snowy owl.

It was watching the cupboard. He turned back and for the first time noticed the things that had been stacked in there. A school trunk and several magic books. Glancing back at the owl, he opened the trunk. Sifting through the clothes his eyes were drawn to something silvery deep in the bottom of the trunk. Pulling at it he almost choked as it slipped and slithered like water in his hands.

Potter owns an invisibility cloak. Wow.

Looking back to the trunk he pulled out Potter's broom. He gazed at the

Firebolt for a moment and then turned and put it next to the invisibility cloak. Stuffing the magic books into the trunk he closed it, and then shrunk it to pocket size.

He really had no idea what he was doing but then it wasn't going all that badly so far.

Looking down at Potter he thought of using the Knight Bus. But no, he couldn't. He'd be recognized far too easily and he couldn't let them...not now anyway.

He thought back to the Travelling charm he had cast earlier and took a moment to glare at the owl as he did so. The broom could be used with a Travelling spell, but with Potter unconscious...

A noise from upstairs grabbed his attention. Someone was moving.

He grabbed Potter and covered him with the Invisibility Cloak, throwing on his own hood as he did so. Placing Potter's arm over the broom and trying to ignore the blood that covered it, he placed his own hand on the broom. A sudden weight on the end drew his eyes. It was the snowy owl.

"Don't even try and mess this spell up," he whispered to it fiercely. It merely watched him. Shaking his head, Draco took out his wand and concentrated on the Leaky Cauldron. Murmuring the spell under his breath, he breathed deeply then activated it. Immediately the world seemed to spin around and then before he knew it he found himself sitting at one of the corner tables of the Leaky Cauldron.

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