The sunlight was shining through the windows, maybe that added to the beauty of the blonde. He looked perplexed, but seemed to be finally understanding his father's actions. A squib? Vernon never called me that one. Harry thought, still pointing the wand at the man, who didn't appear to be frightened at all. In fact, the man was madly grinning. "Harry, the squib. Perfect." The man stated, staring towards Harry. That triggered something in Harry and flicked the wand towards the odd man, causing a cookbook to fall off of a nearby shelf and thudded on the man's head, leaving him stunned.

"F-Father, he's not a squib." The boy's voice shaking as he spoke. His father glared at him in return and it was Harry's turn to grin. "Father, he looks so muggle-ish. What're we going to—"

"Draco! I am aware that he is muggle-ish! We are not going to do anything!" His father spat and they looked at each other, acting as if Harry wasn't in the room. "I came to kill and that's what I'll do."

Harry tightened his grip, and Draco grimaced in disgust at his father. "But he's a wizard. We came to kill a squib."

Finally, Harry had had enough of the conversations of him, that didn't include him. "I'm right here! No, I'm not a squib, but yeah, I am a wizard." Harry said, trembling, yet oddly still. He knew he was lying, he wasn't a wizard because they didn't exist, but these two didn't have to believe that. "So, leave or I will..." Harry paused, he didn't know what he would do, he'd never used this wand before today.

The man looked amused, smirking at Harry. "Oh, you are unaware of how to use a wand, yes?" The man said, walking forward, until he was a foot away from Harry.

The man stayed for a moment, grinning and frightening Harry, but he stood his ground, pointing the wand at the man's chest. While they were battling with eyes, a loud and angry voice sounded throughout the house. "Lucius Malfoy, surrender or we will drag you to Azkaban." The angered voice said and scurries footsteps could be heard.

"Aurors." Draco said, looking mortified. Draco automatically jumped at his father, but his father had jumped and began to run, so Draco hit Harry, apparating the second he felt someone against him.

Draco landed on the stone of a pathway, landing just before Harry's feet, he glanced up, seeing widened green eyes staring back at him and he froze. Harry just sat up, supporting himself with his weak arms, tensing when he saw the boy laying in front of him and the change of scenery from the dull house.

Once the initial shock was over, Draco rose and dusted the dirt and pebbles off of his clothing. He smoothed his hair and looked around, he seemingly was familiar with the area. "D-Diagon Alley." The boy said aloud, stuttering out of fear.

"Diagon Alley?" Harry questioned, tilting a brow and his head, making his unruly black hair shift. Draco turned to him, he almost forgot he was there for a moment, and simply stared for a moment, then turning his attention back to their surrounding area.

Draco checked his surroundings and then was gone, with the wind. Harry blinked, thinking maybe that would bring the talented boy back, but no. He rose, stumbling on his feet, but as he took a step and then felt a tight grip on his small wrist. Turning, he realized it was Draco and then the scenery changed, again. This time it was more crowded and Harry recognized the store they were in front of, as he stumbled on the sidewalk. "Rock Diner?" Harry questioned, but Draco didn't answer and just sneered at him, nodding towards the place next door, a motel.

They checked in, Harry not speaking. He hadn't spoken so much in one day, without making a sarcastic comment or angering someone, in his entire life. They rode the elevator, Draco being visibly uncomfortable with the contraption and jumping each time it made any sound.

Draco quickened the pace, basically sprinting to their room and pulling Harry along with him, before shoving Harry into the room and slamming the door shut behind him. Harry looked around, he'd never been in such a nice motel. In fact, he'd never been in a motel. "Why are you looking around like a git who's never been to a motel?" Draco asked, pushing past him, and closing the blinds.

"I've never left the house before." Harry said, in awe at how wonderful the room looked. The beds were pearly white, the walls a calming yellow and the floor was a comfy carpet. It felt more homey than his 'home' had ever been. Harry was distracted from the beauty of the room by the feeling of the wand in his pocket, he remembered what had happened only twenty minutes ago. "Wait, why are we here. No, why did you take me here?" Harry asked, fear setting in, again.

"Don't flatter yourself, Potter. It's only because I believe we have certain business together." Draco said, smirking, and Harry looked confusedly at him. His blue-gray eyes flared with certainty and interest.