*Summer has been dreadful, but for the first time Draco's was worse than Harry's.*

Draco's POV-

Lucius: Draco! Draco go fetch Wormtail! Now!


*Draco obeys, since Voldemort has been using Malfoy Manor as a base, Draco has been something of a servant.*


Draco: *Under his breath* I'm not a bloody house elf.


*He walks into the parlor to get Wormtail.*


Draco: Go to the dining room.


Wormtail: I don't take orders from such vermin!


Draco: You should talk.


*Wormtail hesitates for a minute*


Draco: They are not my orders, they are the dark lord's.


*Wormtail looks horror-stricken*


Wormtail: Of course.


*Draco escorts Wormtail to the dining room, he does not go in himself, he doesn't want to have to face Voldemort, the person he had tried to avoid all summer.*


Voldemort: Ah, Wormtail, come. Thank you, Draco for delivering him. You come in as well.


*Draco walks in hesitantly, there is a long black table sitting length-wise in the middle of the room, there are dozens of death eaters on either side, Voldemort at the head of the table, facing him. Draco sits down at an empty chair next to his mother. *


Voldemort: I'm glad you could all make it. Now, Draco, I trust you remember the mission I assigned you before the summer?


Draco: Yes.


*Draco feels Lucius nudge him with his foot under the table.*


Draco: My Lord.


Voldemort: Good. You will do well to carry out that mission when the school year starts. Have you gathered anything from any letters you might have received from him?


Draco: Nothing important. My Lord.


Voldemort: Well, I thought not, after all, he most certainly cannot trust that owls will not be intercepted.


*The room gives an apprehensive chuckle, and returns to silence quickly.*


Voldemort: With that the meeting is concluded, you may all return to your posts.


*Several death eaters disapparate, Draco leaves the room hastily, to get as far away from Voldemort as possible.*


Harry's POV-



*He is upstairs in his bedroom at the Dursley's, Hedwig is hooting noisily*


Uncle Vernon: Boy!


*Harry knew he was being called, we walked lazily down the stairs*


Harry: Yes?


Uncle Vernon: That bloody bird is much too loud, control it or else.


Harry: Alright.


*He half-sprints up the stairs before Uncle Vernon can say anything else. He closes his bedroom door behind him and walks over to his desk where multiple letters from Ron, Hermione, and Draco lay. He sits down and starts writing a letter to Draco, when he was done, he tied the note to Hedwig's leg and let her out the window.*


*This summer has been a bit better than most for Harry, the threat from Draco at King's Cross last year seemed to scare the Dursleys. But still, they mainly ignored him.*


Draco's POV-

*Draco is in his room, he crosses out a day on his calendar, two days until September first. Two days until he can get out of this hellhole he thought. He was both looking forward to and dreading the new year at Hogwarts. He would get to see Harry again, but he would also be putting him in danger. He had not told Harry what happened in the graveyard, he had not even told him Voldemort was back. He decided he would have to tell him at some point this year, he was bound the notice the large tattoo on his forearm eventually...*