It all started with the unexpected knock on the door.
"Boy! Get the door!"
"make Dudley get it."
"get the door Dudley."
"make Harry get it"
get the door Harry"
"make Dudley-" a glance at the glare on his uncle's face told him it would be unwise to finish his senntence. He stood up, went to open the door and then stared open-mouthed at the people standing on the door step.
"ah, Potter. we were just about to ring again," Lucius Malfoy sneered.
"what are you doing here?" Harry asked, staring at the three Malfoys.
"I know politeness is hard for you, Potter, but at least try to be more polite to your betters."
"what's that supposed to mean?" Harry asked, hotly.
"you are a half-blood. we are pure-blood so there for better than you anyway. You hang around with blood-tratiors amd mudbloods."
"Don't call Hermione that."
"Potter, you are 15 and therefore can't do magic. I am 41, so can. Do I need to make myself any plainer?
"What's all this?" Uncle Vernon appeared behind Harry .
"I am Lucius Malfoy. This is my wife Narcissa. My son Draco is in Potter's year at hogwarts."
"You never told us any of your lot was coming round," Uncle Vernon growled, pinning Harry against the door.
"I didn't know. Get off me!" Harry shouted. To his immmense surprise, his uncle let go.
"I suppose we could stay for dinner? Have a chat about Potter?" Lucius asked. Harry knew the 'chat' about him wouldn't be good.

6 o'clock found him, Dudley, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and the 3 Malfoys sitting around the table, eating dinner.
"he attacked me on the train last year," Malfoy was saying.
"that wasn't just me!"
"course it wasn't. And there was the year before that."
"I had nothing to do with that!"
"And last year he fell in love with Granger."
"I didn't! And you know i didn't because you gave her that story."
"Did i?"
"Maybe not that story but you gave her info about me all year."
"Who are we talking about?" Narcissa asked, confused.
"Rita Skeeter. And I didn't"
"Really?" Harry raised his hand to his mouth again and again. malfoy turned bright red.
"Last year he came out of the maze clutching the dead body of another student claiming you-know-who had returned."
"Who?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"Voldemort.-" the malfoys flinched, "the one who killed my parents. And I know you-" he pointed at Lucius "were there because the last time I hard your voice was while you laughed as I was tortured!" Lucius turned red.
"I wasn't!" he stammered.
"And in our 3rd year he fainted on the train." Malfoy supplied.
"You fainted?" lucius and Narcissa hardly seemed able to belive their ears.
"Well so would you if every time you went near a dementor you heard your dead mother screaming." The whole table went silent. Even Dudley stopped eating to stare at Harry.
"What?" Malfoy broke the stillness.
"yeah. think about it, if you can. Dementors suck all the hope and happiness out of you and leave you with your worst memories. Every time a dementor comes near me I hear my mum pleading with Voldemort to kill her instead of me." The Malfoys were so shocked they forgot to flinch.
"I would feel sorry for you," Malfoy drummed his fingers on the table, "but it's you."
"Why would I want you felling sorry for me?"
"In our second year he let the Basilisk free and attacked students."
"That wasn't me."
"You keep saying that but you know it's you did."
"So that's what was in the Chamber of Secrets. I wondered," Lucius stated.
"Yeah. You enter through Moaning Myrtle's bathroom."
"Ew." Narcissa, Lucius and Malfoy all said.
"Are we still talking about magic?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Yes."
"Oh. So wizards have basilisk lizards to?"
"What? No. the bsilisk is a 20ft serpent that can kill you with a single glance from his eyes." Lucius informed her.
"Their fangs only have one antidote. Pheonix tears." Harry added.
"Pheonix?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"A Pheonix is a type of bird."
"How do you know that Pheonix tears are the only antidote to basilisk venom?" malfoy asked, genuinley interested.
"I got bitten. Luckily Fawkes was there."
"Fawkes?"
"Dumbledore's Pheonix.
" Ah. You know a lot of things you shouldn't."
"I'm number 1 on Voldemort's hit list. You attract a lot of attention."
"You-know-who has a hitlist?"
"I don't know. But if he did, I'd be number 1 on it."
"How d'you know that?"
"Well, so far he's tried to kill me 4 times. You kind of get a hint when someone really wants you dead."
"So that brings your total of almost being killed up to 4."
"5"
"5? When was the 5th?"
"3rd year. Nearly suffered the dementors kiss."
"But dementors wouldn't kill you. you'd just have no soul." Lucius said.
"I'd be worse than dead."
"How d'you work that out? you'd still be alive." Malfoy pointed out.
"Without my soul I'd just be a shell. I'd not know who I was or have any personality. I'd simply exsist."
"And be in a much better state than you are know." Uncle Vernon said.
"I know you hate me, but I really didn't think you thought I deserve to be soulless. It's nice to know you're loved, isn't it."
"He punched me once." Malfoy said.
"That can't have hurt that badly. Besides that was Hermione."
"How d'you know it can't have hurt that much?"
"Have you ever been on the recieving end of one of Dudley's punches?"
"No."
"Then it can't have hurt that much."
"he's just an annoying person really," Lucius said.
"Hello? I'm right here!"
"I'm fully aware you are right there but that doesn't stop you being an annoying person," Lucius twiddled his wand casually in his fingers as though he was reminding Harry of the situation.
"He set a boa constrictor on Dudley once," Uncle Vernon was actually able to make eye contact with the Malfoy's, undoubtedly because they hated Harry to.
"That was an accident. I diddn't know I could talk to snakes!"
"Course you didn't," Malfoy said, sarcastically.
"I didn't. I found out in our second year."
"Oh yeah. at duelling club. When I set that snake on you and you set it on Justin Finch-Fletchley."
"I didn't! If you could speak parsletounge you'd know."
"Sure you didn't. We all know you hate Hufflepuffs."
"I don't. It's you I hate." Malfoy glared at him then turned towards his dad.
"Father, he's being mean to me." All three Malfoys turned to glare at him.
"The joys of having parents who are actually alive."
"I won't be mean to evil people when they are near?" Lucius pointed his wand at Harry's chest.
"I won't be mean to evil people at all. I swear."
"That's better." Lucius said.
"How d'you know I live here anyway?"
"Dumbledore told us."
"Why did dumbledore tell you?"
"I don't know."
"Good thing you're not by the gorge of eternal peril."
"The gorge of what?"
"From Mont Py-" Uncle Vernon broke of and rounded on Harry. "That's why the dvd was out of the box last night."
"I -er-I-was-erm-um-I-er-I-was bored?" Harry said hopefully.
"I'll deal with you later."
"Oh do allow me," Lucius Malfoy didn't even wait for an answer. He pulled out his wand, pointed it at Harry, who looked truly terrified and flicked it. Harry zoomed backwards, hit the wall and slid to the floor, where he lay unconcious. Malfoy, Dudley and Uncle Vernon roared with laughter. Aunt Petunia giggled and Narcissa gave the flicker of a smile.
"Will he be alright?" Aunt Petunia asked, out of pure curiosity.
"He'll come round in the morning. In the mean time, let's talk some more without pointless inturruptions from him." Lucius stowed his wand back inside his robes.