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Changing Faces	By : WynterRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Changing Faces Spoilers: HBP, OotP, GoF, PoA, CoS, SS/PS Summary: Harry begins his quest after HBP. Pairings: H/G, H/T, T/L, R/Hr, various others. SLASH is coming...i promise Warnings: Well, besides the obvious that there will be mega spoilers to HBP in here, there will be slash. Yes, I might be doing a bit of het, but honestly do we really feel that I can not slash something. Hmmm, maybe it will have to be my new OTP Dobby/Kreacher. As of right now, no major warnings though. Disclaimer: I am playing with my toys. I’m making this world so much better, the way it should have been…yes…that is it. I promise to put them back the way I found them and I promise not to break them…just toy with their emotions for awhile. All of my love to my amazing betas burningchaos, ravenpan, and luciology. Without them, I would have given up ages ago. They know how to pamper my brain when I need the encouraging, the courage to say cyn that stinks, and the patience to listen to me complain about how Lucius isn't cooperating or Draco is being a prima-donna. At any given point one or all three will yell at me for the exact same thing. I love them all very dearly! Merry Christmas guys. You are all awesome. I have also aquired a new cheerleader who yells at me if I don't update. I love you hd_otp you encourage me in everything and are totally awesome. In addition to those already mentioned there is one person that needs special recognition. He encouraged me to fight off the depression that I am sunk in and actually work on writing. He is totally awesome and I am now worshipping the ground he walks on as well, shinjirou. Thank you! EDIT: who also jumps in with an awesome beta job. I do believe I am totally in love now. I promise my next child to him, because I think hd_otp would be upset if I gave him the first. A/N: If anyone can think of any songs they think would be good in this fic, please feel free to email me or leave it in a review. This chapter could have been posted a lot earlier (granted, still waiting on specific feedback) except I refuse to post until I have a song that has some meaning within it that coincides with the story. Thanks! "My Little Secret" lyrics by Xscape (lyrics can be found at my livejournal)
Lucius held the boy until he cried himself to sleep. He didn’t know how this mess had started, but he assumed that Draco had quite a few explanations he needed to give. Apparently he could actually hold onto transformations. Lucius had believed that there was no love lost between the two boys, yet now, amazingly enough, they were married. It didn’t make much sense.
Lucius rose with the boy and carried him up the stairs. He paused briefly by Harry’s heavily warded room and sighed. Even with his talent and skill it would take far too long to open this door, so he continued down the hallway toward another room, one that Winky had made livable. He lay the boy down on the bed and covered him up.
He walked back downstairs and called for Dobby. The house-elf appeared, still more than slightly afraid of the older wizard. “Dobby.”
Dobby looked up at his former master, remembering all of his punishments. “Yes, Master Lucius. Is there something you be needing, sir?” He trembled slightly as he replied, remembering his former punishments.
“Dobby, can you please tell me what is going on with your master? He has many burdens on him right now and isn’t sleeping. I just put him in a spare bedroom,” Lucius said calmly. He knew he needed to get the help of this house-elf if he were to ever understand anything.
“Dobby can’t be telling you that,” Dobby said. He looked at Lucius, wide-eyed, then grabbed a lamp. He was about to start beating himself when Lucius got it away from him.
Lucius then closed his eyes before he continued. “Can you have Winky place a light sleeping spell on Harry so that he can get some rest?”
“Yes, sir, Master Lucius, sir,” Dobby replied, feeling relieved at being able to do something for his former master that didn’t go against Harry’s wishes. "I will be letting her know."
“Oh, and Dobby,” Lucius said in an almost bored tone, “do you think it is possible for me to getcopies of the Daily Prophet from say…about a week ago.”
Dobby nodded. “Yes, sir. I can be getting you the newspaper, sir. Is you wanting it now?”
“Yes, please, Dobby.” Lucius said to the elf. He walked away from him and into the kitchen. He got a cup of coffee, realizing that he had yet to have any that day.
He sighed quietly. So much had happened in one day and there was so much to question. Yesterday he would never have imagined the Boy who Lived would have him released from prison, let alone have him living in his house.
Dobby returned quickly with the papers for the past week. He read all about Dumbledore’s death followed by his elaborate funeral. He learned that Snape and Draco were on the run from the Ministry. He read about all of the casualties at Hogwarts.
Winky brought him a sandwich while he was reading the paper. He nodded his thanks to her and continued to read.   He then noticed that the day’s paper was suspiciously absent. “Dobby.”
The house-elf appeared quickly next to the man. “Where is the paper for today?”
“Dobby was looking for today’s paper, sir, but it is not being printed yet, sir.”
“Not being printed? That is strange. Thank you, Dobby.” He stood up, pondering this new bit of information. He wondered if the paper had been put on hold due to the circumstances surrounding Harry and Draco. He walked into the front room and was surprised by a curtain hanging over a wall.
He smiled. It had been years since he had been here, but he remembered where he was. He walked up to the wall and pulled the curtain aside looking at the portrait underneath. He smiled pleasantly at the lady about to spout obscenities. “Hello, Mrs. Black.” He bowed gracefully before the painting.
“Lucius, one of the old blood coming back to rescue my house. Oh, at last the blood traitors will be kicked out,” she rattled off happily.
“Can you tell me what has happened so that I may clean your house of these blood traitors? Who are they?” Lucius knew the answer already; he just wanted to know how much the portrait had picked up on.
“There is a group of red-headed blood traitors that come in with all sorts of low-life scum. They even let a Mudblood in! Can you imagine? I’m sure my husband’s bones are rolling in the grave now,” she replied nastily.
“When was the last time you saw them?” he asked politely.
“It has been a while with them, although not too long ago I believe your son came through. He didn’t talk to me. He was with the crooked-nosed half-blood traitor. That one silenced me before I could properly greet the young Malfoy. Then he covered me with the infernal tapestry. Oh if I had my wand, what those Mudblood loving fools would suffer! In my house!” Her voice had reached a new pitch. Lucius was just trying to figure out how to answer her when he heard a voice from behind him.
“I hate to break it to you, Mrs. Black. The house is in my name now. If you don’t mind keeping it down, I was trying to sleep.” Harry threw a silencing charm at the woman as she began to rant about the obscenities in her house. He pulled the curtain closed again. “Sorry, about that Lucius. Once she gets started, she won’t shut up.” He rubbed the back of his neck.
“I remember that much about her from when I visited with Narcissa,” Lucius replied.
Harry looked at him and blushed. “Um, thank you for earlier. I’m sorry, I don’t normally do that.”
Lucius walked to Harry and placed his hands on his shoulders. “My boy, if I had been through half as much as you in the past week, I would have succumbed under the strain as well.”
Harry just looked up to the older man and nodded. “Lucius, I know I cannot stop you from doing it, but will you please leave Mrs. Black alone? She brings back unpleasant memories that I would rather not deal with right now.”
The man nodded. He moved from Harry and went to sit in one of the leather-backed chairs. Harry followed him and sat down in the one facing him. “Harry, do you realize that if you convince that woman to like you, you will have a well placed spy within many dark homes?”
“Somehow, Lucius, I doubt she will ever see the light,” Harry laughed.
“Well, maybe she will not see the light, but she would be able to tell you the comings and goings of any possible family members, including Bellatrix.”
Harry shook his head, “I will let you do the talking with Mrs. Black then, shall I? I am merely a half-blood who has weaseled his way into her house and family.”
Lucius nodded at him, remembering how prejudiced the woman had been in life. “You have a point. I will make sure that any discussions that I have will be done in front of Winky or Dobby so that you have full disclosure of what we spoke of.”
Harry looked down at his lap and then back up to Lucius. “I want to thank you for this morning. I was upset.”
Lucius smiled at the boy. “I could tell that. We need to start our alliance somewhere and begin to trust each other. Now that you are my son-in-law, we really need to work through any differences we may have had.”
“How can you sit there and talk so calmly about this?” Harry asked, wide-eyed.
“I have had a few hours to ponder things. I had Dobby retrieve the Daily Prophet for the last week. That way I would be a bit more up-to-date with the situation at hand.”
Harry shook his head. “You aren’t really a prisoner anymore and you can’t harm me based on the vows we exchanged.”
“That is good,” he replied. “I would still like to talk to you about quite a few things and if possible, I would like to help you on your journey.”
“What all has Voldemort told you of the horcruxes?” Harry asked, not caring if he should jump into this line of questioning or not.
“Before you defeated him as a baby, he told me about his plans on being immortal. There were six in all. I know that. He was going to create his seventh when you defeated him. I know that you have destroyed at least one. That would be the diary. I know that his first life is forfeit. You have to find the remaining five and with the destruction of the final one, he will be defeated.”
“Is there anything else that I need to know? Do you know what they all are?” Harry asked.
“I don’t know all of them. The diary was put in my hands for safe-keeping.    I did not find out until later that it was one of the horcruxes, otherwise I would have found a safe place for it. Never would I have suspected that a second year would be able to defeat the Dark Lord,” Lucius replied, gazing thoughtfully at the boy sitting across from him.
Harry smirked. “I guess you are not going to misjudge me again, right?”
“There is no possible way. You are going to defeat the Dark Lord with or without my help, though. I would much rather help. Even with all I just stated, you <i>are</i> my son-in-law.”
“Thank you, Lucius,” Harry replied.
He knew that he needed to finish up at the Dursleys’ in order to begin searching for the horcruxes.    “Now I have to ask; are you ready to fulfill your part of our bargain today?”
Lucius looked at him, surprised. He had forgotten that he was to be secret keeper for the boy. “Are you sure that is wise, with the information that will be leaked later in the day?”
Harry nodded. “I need to protect my family. I am only living there for the blood protection at the moment. I plan on leaving there as soon as this is done. Then I do not need to see my relatives again. Voldemort would not believe that I would be stupid enough to make you my secret keeper. ”
Lucius nodded. “Have you given thought to the how the wizarding world is going to react to your marriage?”
“How can I even think about how they will react when I am still reacting to it? I just found out that I am married to my enemy from a ceremony that I only remember from a dream. How is that possible?” Harry was filled with frustration again.
“We need to get some things taken care of, one of them being a trip to Diagon Alley.” Lucius told the boy., They had a few goals for the day, now was not the time to get into the discussion of why's.
“What do we need to do?” Harry asked, suddenly tired again.
“For one thing, you need to get your ring. It is be in one of the Potter vaults, I am sure. You also need to be added to the list of heirs on my vaults. First, you need to place Draco’s ring on your finger. This signifies that you are indeed a Malfoy now and that you fall under the ancient protection accorded to the Malfoy family. I am quite sure that the Potter line is equally protected; Draco needs to have proof that he is protected from both lines. If you have his ring, he is without the protection that he needs to quite possibly to keep him alive while he is in enemy territory.”
Harry could only nod his head. This was becoming more and more complex. He didn’t quite know what he should do now. “Is there any way for it to be broken, if I send him back his ring?”
Lucius gazed thoughtfully at the boy. “I’m sorry that a match with my son is not what you planned. In fact, I have no idea how this happened and I for one would like to know how it came about. However, if you return his ring he has lost all protection.”
Lucius got up and walked over to Harry, who had pulled the ring out of his pocket.    The man knelt down in front of Harry and took the ring from him. He then picked up Harry’s left hand and slipped the ring on his finger. “Husband of my son, you are hereby recognized and are fully accepted into the House of Malfoy.” Lucius then kissed the ring.
As his lips touched the ring, Harry felt sparks from the ring. He felt it as it became snug on his finger. He looked down at the ring. He moved to touch the piece, looking at the intricate design on it, while trying to remove it. Lucius’ hand stopped him. “It is a part of you now. It will only come off at your death. When your son is born another ring shall be fashioned for him. He will wear it until the day he marries. It will then slip from his finger and be placed on his beloved’s finger.”
Harry could only nod. His head was screaming that this was all wrong. He didn’t want to accept this, but he knew that the proof was on his finger. “Can we go to my aunt’s house now?” he asked shakily, not wanting to disrupt the moment that he had just shared with Lucius, yet not wanting to think about the moment either.
“Yes, let’s get our family protected first." Lucius said, showing that he now considered Harry's family as part of his. "Will you be returning there after today?”
“I don’t plan on it. Now that Winky has made this place livable again, I can move in here. That will keep my family safe from threats. If it is known that I have publicly renounced my family for the treatment I suffered through my life, then Voldemort will not want to torture them as much. He will see that in some strange way, they were furthering his cause. Well, that is the assumption that I am going on.”
“It is a wise assumption. No one can truly understand the way of the Dark Lord, but I do not think that he will care about your family if he knows that you are not there anymore. I assume that your treatment will be told to a larger scale than normal. He will realize that you have no feelings for your family,” the older man agreed.
“Alright, let’s go then. Please be warned, my family is the worst sort of Muggle there is. They will all look down upon you. I’m warning you in advance so that you will try to remain pleasant,” Harry said, knowing that Lucius was about to be shocked.
He took the other man’s arm and Apparated to Privet Drive. He was thankful that his uncle’s car was still in the driveway. Harry walked to the door and opened it. “Aunt Petunia,” he called as he walked in.
His aunt walked out of the kitchen with a scowl on her face. Harry knew that his aunt reverted back to her former self when her uncle was around. “Aunt Petunia, I would like to introduce you to Lucius Malfoy. He is here to help with the protection that I mentioned to you the other night.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Madam Dursley,” Lucius bent over her hand and kissed it softly.
“Mr. Malfoy,” she said stiffly. “Please come into the kitchen, Harry. Your uncle is not feeling well today so he is home sick. He will not be pleased with this.”
Harry watched his aunt as she talked. He knew that her voice was carrying upstairs for Vernon to hear, if he were listening. “Aunt Petunia, I’m sorry I brought another 'freak' into the home, but after we finish today I don’t have to return.”
She nodded and then turned, speaking loudly. “Come on then. Do <i>not</i> disturb your uncle. He has worked hard to provide for you.” She walked into the kitchen with the other two following her.
Harry closed the door behind them and then placed a silencing charm around the door. He explained while his aunt watched him. “We will still hear him if he comes to the door, Aunt Petunia.”
“Did you mean it, Harry? Is this man the one who is going to keep us protected?” she asked looking at the other man as the façade she had just displayed at the foot of the steps disappeared.
“Yes, he is. I do not have to come back anymore and you will be protected from Voldemort,” Harry said softly.
“Harry…” his aunt started to say something.
“Aunt Petunia, I am thankful for the last couple of days. I have seen what a strong woman you are. I have also seen the relationship that we could have had if things had been different. I will leave a way for you to get me if you ever need me or want to see me.” He bit his lip as he looked at his aunt.
She walked over to him and gave him a hug. “It would only be when both Vernon and Dudley were not around, but I would very much like to stay in your life now. I never fully realized before this week that you are a part of me. I see the determination in you that my father had. It was a desire that he always had to prove himself. I never noticed it until I saw your determination when you came home.”
Harry smiled at her. “It will not be safe right now for us to get together. I am going to make it publicly known that I detest my family and that I have finally escaped your clutches. That way the man after me will not think that I would ever come here for sanctuary. The house is also going to be placed under a Fidelius Charm. This will make the house practically invisible.” Harry took a breath and looked at his aunt, who seemed to be following him.
“The Fidelius Charm will hide the house from anyone who has not specifically been told where it is. I looked up a slight variation from the normal charm. Since this is a Muggle neighborhood, people would wonder why the house disappeared. Muggles that already know where you live will still know where you live. Any wizards that may have known where the house is will not know anymore, not unless Mr. Malfoy tells them the location.”
“So, even though Dudley is not home right now, he will be able to come home?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, he will be able to come home. If any of Uncle Vernon's business associates happen to be a wizard then the person will have to be told the address by Lucius to find the house. They will understand as soon as they realize that you are indeed related to a wizard.”
“Oh, but your uncle wouldn’t work with any of your kind,” she said quickly.
“Never be sure of that, Aunt Petunia. Until the war is over, I want to be very careful about who actually gets the information. Before I allow Mr. Malfoy to give them the address, I will have a background check done on them.”
“What about the people that do know how to get here? Can they tell the wizard?” she asked.
“No, only Lucius can reveal the secret to any wizard. This is one of the most finely tuned charms I have seen. Typically the person is hiding from the entire world, but I don’t want your lives to stop because my life is in danger.”
“Oh, Harry.” She hugged him. Then she looked him in the face. “Do you truly trust this man with the secret?”
“Of course, Aunt Petunia. He is practically family now,” Harry laughed.
She looked over at Lucius, who had remained quiet throughout the entire exchange. He stood up and walked to the woman. “I make this solemn vow to you, madam. I will keep your secret safe and let none harm the family of my family.”
She looked at him suspiciously again. “That old man said I was your last relative, Harry. What exactly is going on?”
Harry laughed weakly and then looked to Lucius. “Well, apparently sometime during the last school year, I got married.”
“WHAT?” she stared in shock.
Harry managed to look subdued before he faced her again. “It seems that at some point within the last weeks of school, I performed a bonding ceremony with Lucius’ son. It was only revealed to me last night.”
Lucius smirked at the boy. “Serves both of you right for playing in things you should leave for the adults. I don’t know how many times I have had to rescue the both of you from the scraps.”
“They have done this before?” she asked him.
“The two of them were always fighting. I know I was called to the school a few times over these battles. They finally decided to stop fighting one day. The next day they found a secret spot and decided to pull a prank on someone else. Apparently neither of them realized that what they were performing was a ritual to bind them to each other, and not to have their ‘victim’ bound to the tree they were under,” Lucius said smoothly. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want the woman to know the truth. It was safer this way. If anyone asked her, she would tell them what she had heard. They would know that she didn’t know the first thing about Harry’s life.
“So he is married to a boy?” His aunt sat down and looked at him. “Harry, what am I going to do with you?”
“I’m sorry, Aunt Petunia. I would have invited you, but like Lucius said, Draco convinced me to prank his friend. He thought it would be great fun. Just wait until I get my hands on the git!”
“Now, now Harry. Both of you planned this prank. You went into the bonding just as willingly as he did. You both have to suffer the consequences. Sadly, I cannot get you two out of."
“Yes, sir,” Harry managed to look like he was repentant of the evil that they had done. This pleased his aunt.
“I assume that one day in the future I will get to meet this young man? Perhaps sometime I can visit London and meet you there,” she said softly.
“I’m sure that we can arrange that Mrs. Dursley,” Lucius replied smoothly. “In fact, as soon as it is safe, we can have you visit the manor. I’m sure my wife would love to meet the people that raised our Harry.”
“Please, call me Petunia. Yes, that sounds lovely.”
Harry sat meekly as Lucius and his aunt talked to each other civilly about visiting Malfoy Manor. He was shocked that his aunt could be persuaded by Lucius’ smooth tones. “Well, I think we need to perform the spell before Uncle Vernon decides come downstairs.”
“A wise idea, Harry,” Aunt Petunia replied. She then sat back and watched as Harry and Lucius performed the spell that would take her house off of any map that a wizard would see. When they were finished, Harry smiled at his aunt. He stood up and hugged her.
“I know that I can’t do that in a minute, but I will regret the, now that we have started having them.”
“Me too,” she said, gazing into his green eyes. “You take care of yourself. I want to see you soon.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Harry turned to take the silencing spell off the door but stopped. He turned around and said, “If for some reason you have any kind of trouble, run to Mrs. Figg’s house. She has been a lookout for me since I was placed here. She will know how to get in touch with me. She will also have access to an owl if you need to send me a message that way. I will let her know your address just so she can continue to keep an eye on the neighborhood for me.”
“Mrs. Figg? But she hated you!”
“She told me once that she treated me the way she did because she knew that I wouldn’t be allowed to visit her if I actually liked going.”
His aunt look shamed at this, “You know, I believe she is right in that.”
Harry took down the silencing charm and then walked up the stairs. He opened the door to his room and packed everything quickly. Lucius watched from the door and took in the surroundings. To say he was perplexed about the Dursley household would have been an understatement. After Harry checked under the loose floorboard he levitated his trunk to the door. Lucius backed out of the doorway for him to get out.
Harry looked at the door down the hall and then walked to it. He knocked on it softly and heard his uncle bellow from inside. Harry opened the door softly and stepped in. His uncle looked at him in rage and was about to start yelling. “Please, Uncle Vernon, let me say something before you start.”
His uncle glared at the boy as he continued, “I just wanted to tell you goodbye. I will not be coming back after today. I have packed all of my belongings. I have taken care of the protection that I promised you. You can now live your life free from me.” Harry turned to leave without letting his uncle answer him, but he stopped. “Although I would not mention to your boss that your nephew is Harry Potter; he might get a bit upset after he reads the Daily Prophet tomorrow. He happens to like freaks like me.” Harry walked out as his uncle sputtered.
Harry walked down the stairs happily as he heard his uncle bellow. His aunt looked at him and he only grinned. He whispered so that his uncle wouldn’t hear his voice from the top of the stairs. “I just let him know that his boss just happens is a wizard. Personally, I trust his boss because he has always been nice to me when I have seen him in the Quality Quidditch Shop, but I don’t know that I would trust him just yet with the address.”
His aunt had to smother her grin. She had just learned to accept that her nephew was not actually a freak. Now she had to contend with the fact that Vernon would now come home from work muttering about the freak he worked for. “Thank you, Harry. He shall be fun to live with now,” she said sarcastically.
Harry snorted as he opened the cupboard door. He went inside and cleared it of anything that might have shown that he lived in there. He looked around one last time before closing the door and looking to Lucius. “Do you mind a quick walk around the corner? It should only take a few minutes. Mrs. Figg should have heard by now that you have escaped prison.”
Harry heard his aunt gasp as he said that. He gazed at her over his shoulder and winked. “Who better to protect you than one of Voldemort's most trusted advisors?”
“Harry Potter!” she shrieked.
He rushed over to her and hugged her tightly before kissing her cheek. He was still getting used to this new relationship, but this could be the last time he saw her. “I love you, Aunt Petunia. Don’t worry. He is one of the good guys now.”
He walked out the door listening to his aunt mutter about ax murderers in her house and how St. Brutus’ would have been a much safer school for Harry. Harry only laughed as he walked out of the yard and onto the sidewalk. He was promptly greeted by Tonks, who seemed to be fuming.
“Tonks!” He hugged her tightly before he realized what he was doing. “What are you doing here?”
“Guard duty. Apparently it needs to be adjusted. Do you care to explain why your aunt’s house is no longer visible, even though I know it is right there?”
Harry stepped back from the girl he loved. He hadn’t told anyone what he was doing. He had also forgotten that a team of Order members watched over the house. “Well, I guess guard duty is no longer a necessity. It is now one of the most hidden houses in Britain.”
“Harry, what are you doing and why is Malfoy with you? Have you lost your ever-loving mind?” she asked.
Harry took a step back as he looked into the face of the girl he loved. His eyes filled with pain as he thought of all of the memories they had together. It was not here, though. It hurt. All of his memories were filled with fake personas.
“Well, I don’t plan on staying at the Dursleys’ this summer. I have other things that I have to do. Shouldn’t you run along and find Remus now?” he asked bitterly.
“Remus? What has gotten into you, Harry?” she asked, looking from him to Malfoy.
“I’m sorry,” he said, with his eyes downcast. “I can’t talk about everything right now. It isn’t the time. I’m sorry for my outburst. If you would like to come to the old headquarters, I can tell you some of it. In fact, you had better bring Moony as well.”
“That is the other problem. We can’t get into the headquarters. For some reason, none of us know where it is.”
Harry smiled sheepishly and then handed her a slip of paper from his pocket. “Burn it after you show Moony. I will be back there in about fifteen minutes. I need to speak with Ms. Figg about my family.”
Tonks walked with Harry while keeping an eye on Malfoy as they walked through the neighborhood. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him with Harry, but well, she didn’t trust him.
“Tonks, I promise he is not going to harm me. You don’t have to glare at him.”
“Harry, I don’t know what ideas you have cooked up in your head, but don’t you remember that he is a Death Eater? How could you forget something like that?”
“I didn’t forget, Tonks, and somehow I don’t think this is a conversation for my neighborhood to hear,” he said stiffly as they approached Mrs. Figg’s house. He walked to her door and rang it, trying to not touch the girl beside him.
His dream girl was not actually Tonks. It hurt to be near her, but he knew that he needed to start separating the two.   Remus was madly in love with Tonks. He could never have Tonks. He was married to Malfoy.
Mrs. Figg opened the door and let the three in. She added her glare to Tonks’ when Lucius stepped into the room. “Mrs. Figg, a pleasure to see you again.”
“A bit too soon if you ask me, Mr. Malfoy,” she spat out.
“Mrs. Figg, Mr. Malfoy needs to give you the address to my aunt’s house. It is now under a Fidelius Charm and I need you to continue keeping an eye on the place for me. I have also told my aunt that she is to come to you if she needs me,” Harry said before hateful words could be spoken.
“You did what?” Tonks and Mrs. Figg said at the same time.
“I am protecting my family. My aunt and I have come to an understanding in the past few days and if she needs me, I need you to get in touch with me.”
The older woman nodded. “How am I supposed to do that?”
Harry smirked thinking of what the old woman had to be thinking. Lucius first told Mrs. Figg where Harry’s aunt lived while Harry wrote out his address on a slip of paper. “That should do it. Thank you, Mrs. Figg, for everything. Would you mind if we used your floo to get back to the house? It could still be a bit dangerous outside. I don’t want anyone to become suspicious of the neighborhood just yet.”
“Certainly, my boy. Certainly.” She handed the slip of paper back to Harry and he pocketed it. He stepped into the fireplace and shouted his address.
He stepped out of the fireplace followed by Lucius. They brushed the soot off of their clothes and Harry yelled for Dobby. “Dobby, Remus and Tonks should be arriving soon. Mrs. Figg has also been given the address. She may need me sometime and if she does, it will be urgent.”
Dobby nodded and popped away. Harry smiled at Lucius, “That didn’t go too horribly, did it?”
The other man shook his head, “Not too horribly at all.”
They walked into the living room into a mass chaos of red. Everyone stopped what they were doing as the door opened. Harry heard the fireplace behind him come to life as Remus and Tonks both came out. “Harry, what is the meaning of all of this?” Remus demanded when he saw the boy.
Ron and Hermione rushed over to where Harry was, both of them questioning him at the same time. Mrs. Weasley pushed the two teens out of the way before hugging the boy tightly. Harry watched Fred and George gaped at Lucius.
Harry took in the chaos around him. He heard voices yelling his name, accusing him of things and asking him a million questions. It all stopped when the man beside him spoke up. “Please end this infernal racket! Harry just got back in expecting a quiet sanctuary and he comes in to be   harassed by you asking him an indecent amount of questions. Is Arthur here?”
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