Before he could understand what was happening the point of a wand was pressed up against his cheek and he found his wrist in a vice-like grip. The tip of the wand was uncomfortably hot but the blonde was too distracted by the narrowed green eyes that were boring into his own.
"If you threaten me again Malfoy then your father being buggered in Azkaban will be the least of your worries", Harry whispered dangerously. "Got it?", he asked stepping closer to the boy who just swallowed deeply and nodded.
"Potter", an angry voice cut in as Professor Snape approached the group. "What are you doing?", he questioned suspiciously.
"Just saying goodbye to Draco sir", Harry replied happily, giving the boy a condescending pat on the head.
Snape curled his lip in distaste at the teen.
"Get out of here Potter", he instructed irritably.
Harry immediately left and made his way to the carriages, even managing to board the train without any more interruptions and find a compartment to himself, which he locked and drew the blinds over the window, not wanting to be disturbed.
He sighed in relief to be away from the castle, something he thought he would never do and began to read a book on wandlore he had Dobby buy for him.
He had intended on asking Dumbledore about his wand but forgot all about it during their meeting as he became annoyed by the old man.
He needed to do something soon about it but he knew that it was not possible. There was no way that he would be able to convince Vernon to take him to London and he knew he could not escape the confines of Privet Drive, especially if Moody was around, and he had no doubt that he would be.
(BREAK)
As the train neared its final leg of the journey Harry slammed the book shut in defeat. He had learnt a reasonable amount about wands and even had a new appreciation for them, but the book had failed to provide him with anything relevant in regards to his problems with his own.
Harry drew the length of holly from his sleeve and stared at it thoughtfully.
"Why won't you work?", he muttered.
He was pulled from his thoughts by the arrival of Dobby and Winky who appeared with a loud crack, carrying a large trunk between them.
"Dobby and Winky be finished selling now Harry Potter sir", Dobby informed him tiredly.
"Already?", Harry asked, surprised that they had managed it so quickly.
"Dobby and Winky knowing what we is doing", Winky answered with a firm nod.
"That's great", Harry exclaimed happily. "How much did you get?", he inquired knowing that few thousands galleons would be great if he found himself in need of it before he could access his vault, whenever that may be.
"We be getting almost 4 million galleons Harry Potter Sir", Dobby answered. "Is that being enough?" he added uncertainly.
Harry's eyebrows shot up at the figure he had been given, it was much more than he would of imagined.
"That much?", he asked, completely flabbergasted by the sum.
"Shop keepers in dark place be thinking that Dobby is still a Malfoy elf Harry Potter sir", Dobby explained. "They be paying top prices quickly".
Harry just shook his head in disbelief at the pair of elves. "Thank you", he said gratefully. "I want you both to take as much as you like from it", he instructed.
Winky simply looked affronted and Dobby shook his head.
"We is not wanting galleons Harry Potter sir, Dobby is happy with his galleon a month and Winky not wanting paid sir", Dobby answered firmly.
Harry sighed knowing that he would not be able to convince them to take anything.
"Ok, well if there is anything I can do for you then you just have to ask", he responded sincerely.
"We is just wanting to be working sir", Winky answered. "The castle is being empty now", she pointed out. "Well, how about I will call you both if I need anything done over the summer?", Harry offered a little hesitantly.
Dobby and Winky's eyes both lit up at the idea and they bounced happily in excitement.
"We is being happy with that", Dobby exclaimed before the pair disappeared with a final crack.
Harry just shook his head at the two and began attempting to shrink the trunk they had brought, which he managed to do after several attempts with his ever-worsening wand and placed it into his own trunk along with the other trunk of books he already had in there.
Soon after, the trained pull into the station and Harry quickly left the train and exited the platform to avoid bumping into any of his friends, guessing that they had been looking for him. He wasn't in the mood to deal with Ron and his grumpiness, nor Hermione and her advice on seeking grief counseling.
He had already surmised that they would not be allowed to write with him over the summer as was the case the previous year so he began looking for the Dursley's, just wanting to get home and continue the studying he had begun before the term had ended.
He caught sight of his relatives and frowned as he saw various members of the order talking to them. Even from where he was Harry could see that the conversation was not a friendly one. Vernon was already a dangerous shade of purple and Petunia was scanning the crowd worriedly, clearly hoping that no one they knew were around to see them talking to the strange group of people.
Harry approached the group and situated himself between them, facing his aunt and uncle. "Go and wait in the car", he instructed calmly but firmly. "I'll handle this", he assured them.
Vernon looked as though he would protest but Petunia placed a hand on his meaty arm and gently led him away, shooting Harry what he perceived to be a look of gratitude.
Harry turned to face the four order members and shook his head.
"My summers with them are bad enough without your interference", he spoke quietly. "All you've done is give them more of a reason to lock me up, starve me and beat the shit out of me when they like, thanks", he finished sarcastically.
"We were only trying to help", Arthur Weasley explained.
"Well don't", Harry commanded.
"Dumbledore wouldn't leave you there if it was that bad", Tonks cut in disbelievingly.