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No Obvious Truths	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 64502 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 32
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Chapter 11

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Striding into Tom's house, Narcissa had her nose buried in the paperwork she just picked up from the Ministry. Though she had things from a couple different areas, what she was so intent upon was the criteria for homeschooling someone. So far, everything she was reading pointed to the fact that Harry was a textbook case for a legitimate reason for that step. That pleased her and meant once Madam Bones started visiting regularly as part of checking on the situation, they weren't going to have an issue when they filed the needed paperwork. That, from what she was reading, couldn't be done until Harry got his Hogwarts letter. Once that was in hand, they had to file the paperwork. Before that, of course, they would ensure that Madam Bones knew it was coming to stave off issues. Then they had to work on a schedule to deal with Harry's school around the illness and how bad he was bound to feel from it. It was going to be complicated.

Leafing through all the forms that needed filling out, Narcissa was shaking her head as she walked up the stairs. Lucius was going to have to handle this as it was way beyond what she could work with. No, he knew such areas better and could tackle it. She also made a mental note to get the needed Healer's statement and push her husband to get started now on it. Harry's birthday wasn't far off so he would then be getting the letter. They needed as much in place as they could get before that came. It was complicated, no doubt there, but they would manage. It would be easier if they started now so that's what she planned to ensure was done. Already they had much started, such as Harry's room ready at Malfoy Manor and collecting the items needed for him, such as clothing and other such bits. If all went well, they would actually be taking him there the following day as he was doing better only four days into the treatment and the Healer was pleased with his progress. The paperwork, well, it needed to be part of that and started. Today might be a good day to have Lucius look it over as he wasn't involved in much from what she heard. Besides, it would keep him and Tom from coming up with something to spoil both of the boys! She knew that was coming so she was trying to head it off before it happened or got too far.

Going on autopilot as she knew the house as well as she did Malfoy Manor, she was flipping through the forms that needed to be filled out while making her way to Harry's room. After stepping in and seeing the three men in her life gathered there, she started saying, “I picked up the forms from the Ministry for Harry. I think some of these--” Trailing off, her eyes widened as she heard a familiar dragon-like roar. Lips compressing into a thin line, hands tightening on the paperwork she was holding, she spun around and looked in the direction of Harry's bed. Eyes narrowing when she saw the huge charmed stuffed dragon there, she then spun back around, glowering at her husband and his lover. Hissing, she asked, “Who brought that abomination to this house? And who recharmed it? I could have sworn, Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, that I told you to destroy that-- thing!”

Paling slightly, starting to slide behind Tom, Lucius told his wife, keeping a soft, calm tone, “Narcissa, all is well. I assure you that the dragon will do no harm.”

Whipping her wand out, Narcissa leveled it at her husband then let out a soft shriek as the massive stuffed creature lumbered slightly forward and licked her cheek before blowing out smoke in the shape of a heart while growling in a way that it almost sounded like a purr. Rounding on the huge, almost floor to ceiling sized stuffed animal, she snarled, pointing her wand at the thing, “Back off, you psychotic beast! I will hex you into stuffed bits if your tongue touches me again!”

Eyes wide, Harry looked at Draco, who appeared to be holding back laughter, then back to the obviously mad Narcissa. Petting the stuffed dragon's head when it rested it back on the bed by him, Harry continued to watch the scene, wondering what was going on. He figured whatever it was would be big since Nagini, who had been lounging on the foot of the bed, slithered off then all but broke the land speed record in a race for the partially open door to Tom's room where, when she reached it, she disappeared inside. Now, he knew snakes could move quickly, but Harry was certain that they couldn't move at the sheer speed he had seen Nagini go. That told him that whatever this was probably happened before, several times.

“Now, Narcissa, you just need to calm down,” Tom told her, keeping a level tone while stepping in front of his lover to shield him from any hexes or curses that might be thrown. “The stuffed dragon won't do any harm. We've made sure of it. Harry likes dragons so we brought this over from the manor for him. He thinks it's wonderful!”

“That-- thing is not wonderful! It's a raging psychotic beast, just like a real dragon!” Narcissa hissed, wand leveled at Tom.

“Well, as it was originally charmed when bought it was an issue, I admit that,” Tom conceded. Before he could push on, though, he was interrupted by Narcissa.

“An issue, Tom? An issue is a small gremlin in the works that causes a little glitch! That thing was not an issue! It was charmed to act like a real dragon! And, like a real dragon, it was a psychotic, raging, fire-breathing beast that took exception to you if you breathed wrong in its presence then went completely mental! It was even covered with a charm to protect it from being hexed, something that was supposed to aid in the authenticity and make the fur on it like dragonhide!” Wand held steady on Lucius and Tom, Narcissa ignored their sputtering then focused on her husband. Eyes narrowing dangerously, she saw him go even paler then hissed, “Isn't that right, Lucius?”

“Yes, well, perhaps I was mistaken in getting that for Draco on his first Christmas,” Lucius conceded, making sure he was fully behind Tom and his wand ready in case he had to shield himself.

“A mistake?” Narcissa all but shrieked. “A mistake is picking out the wrong color for a piece of clothing! This-- thing was not a mistake, Lucius! It almost killed me and your son!”

“Now, Narcissa, isn't that a tad bit of an exaggeration?” Tom asked, trying to get her to calm down. It didn't work though.

Leveling her wand at the being so many called the Dark Lord and feared, Narcissa's eyes took on a fiery look as she spat, “An exaggeration, Tom? No, I don't think what I went through with that evil thing was an exaggeration.” Stepping forward, wand held steady as the two men cringed slightly, taking a step backwards, she hissed, “I wouldn't call walking in on a scene where that stuffed monstrosity set fire to my only son's nursery an exaggeration! No, I would call that a near death experience.” Taking another step closer, she growled, “Do you know what really happened, Tom?” Not waiting for an answer from the sputtering, pale Dark Lord, she pressed on, “Well, I shall tell you!”

“I was awoken by the sound of my son giggling like a lunatic at one in the morning. Assuming, silly me, that it was just the house elf in charge of looking after him entertaining him, I went in to watch, wanting to see it. What I stepped into was chaos! The curtains, some of the furniture and part of the carpet was on fire as the stuffed dragon was roaring and belching flames. My son was in his crib enjoying the show, not realizing he was in danger. Almost every house elf in Malfoy Manor was in the room trying to put out the flames. However, as they put one out, that mere stuffed 'toy' set something else on fire!”

Stepping closer, eyes locked on the two pale men that were now backed against the wall, Narcissa asked, tone having a sharp knife edge to it, “Do either of you know how house elves try to put out fires? No? We'll, I shall tell you how they do it! They beat on the flames to put them out! Normally this might work, but they tend to pick up things like my mother's antique tables and use them to try to beat the flames out! When they aren't trying to set everything else in the room on fire by using furnishings to quell the flames, they dash around in a blind panic, running into each other, falling over and generally indulging in hysterics of the like of which I've never seen before in my life! This was not an assist in any way!”

Taking a breath, she then snarled, “Now, though upset and panicked, I kept my head enough to grab my son, douse the flames then do the only thing I could think of to stop whatever cycle that charm was running by stunning or hexing the deranged stuffed animal. That's how I found out it had a charm on it to protect itself! I tried everything I could think of while it belched flames and smoke, roaring. When that didn't work, I did the only other thing I could think of; called for help from my husband. Since he was in the room next to the nursery, I thought this would work. It didn't.”

Stopping, huffing slightly, she focused on Lucius, who was fully behind Tom, almost crouched down to where he was out of her line of sight. Holding her wand on the part of him she could see, she asked, tone deadly, “Lucius? Would you care to explain to Tom why something that simple didn't work?”

“Narcissa, honestly,” Lucius sputtered, trying to ensure that he wasn't within spell range from her while trying to think of what to say that wouldn't set her off any more than she already was.

“It didn't work because the sounds of the stuffed dragon he had bought our son for Christmas was keeping him awake so he had put a soundproofing spell on his room! I was fighting off a deranged, psychotic stuffed animal in the middle of the night and he was sleeping like a baby in his bed, oblivious,” she shrieked, glaring at the two.

Draco had given over trying to mask that he was not laughing and was holding his sides with tears of mirth streaming down his face. Though he wasn't letting out any sound, his whole body was heaving.

Harry, sitting there petting the stuffed dragon's head, was watching the scene, bug-eyed. Looking at Draco he asked, making sure to keep his voice down, “Uh, Draco? Is it always like this?”

“Yes,” Draco managed to stammer out. “It's right hilarious! Mother gets mad at Tom and father for overindulging then has one of these spells while they cringe. Bloody hilarious, it is!”

Nodding, taking that in, Harry looked at the scene then to the dragon before glancing at the all but spasming Draco. “Wow! This is a tad odd.”

“It's great! You'll learn to find it funny like I do!” Draco managed to get out, trying not to giggle. “Mother is really protective, as you'll see. Father and Tom buy you almost everything you want plus anything they think you'll like, no matter what. It's great! Of course, then you get scenes like this. It's so funny!”

Shaking his head, Harry just stared at the scene, not sure what to think.

Waving her wand at the two men, sparks flying from the end of it, Narcissa hissed, “Finally, whatever charm was there that controlled the beast ran its cycle and it went to sleep. Of course, I bailed out of the room with my poor son and went to rouse Lucius. He, naturally, didn't see this as traumatizing or needing to be dealt with right at the moment and wanted to go back to sleep. A good stinging hex right on the backside got him well motivated and to put that-- thing down in the basement where it could do no harm! The next day he went back to see if they had a way to recharm the thing only to find the clerks in the store he bought it from looking like they had been hexed within an inch of their lives. I can understand this!” Stopping, she backed away from the wide-eyed cringing duo then turned to face the bed.

Seeing her son there laughing so hard he was clutching his sides and a wide-eyed Harry staring at her, she walked over to the bed. Glaring at the stuffed dragon, she pointed her wand at it then snarled, “I should blow you to bits, you maniac!” When the dragon did nothing but blow out more heart-shaped smoke and lick her, making her sputter once more, she looked at the young man staring at her. Schooling her tone to something soft so as not to frighten poor Harry more than he probably already was, she asked, “He's been recharmed? Did they make sure it was safe?”

Nodding, not sure what to say, Harry snatched the paper off the bedside table and held it out to her. “He was charmed with the one that says big puppy dog for behavior. I remember because I asked what it meant. I mean, I haven’t seen much magic done before so I was interested.”

Smiling at the young man, Narcissa reached out and rubbed his head then patted him on the shoulder before taking the parchment and looking at it. Seeing the charm he referred to, she sighed and nodded, “Alright, he should be safe as it says no flames or biting. Do you like him, Harry?” Looking at the young man, she smiled a little and waited for his answer.

Unable to help himself, Harry grinned then nodded, “I think he's brilliant! It's like having a big dog. He's funny.”

“You can keep him then,” Narcissa sighed with a smile. “Just when the charm wears off, come to me to redo it. I'll make sure he stays safe.” One more glare at the oversized monstrosity, she then asked, “Who did the charm on him?” That she wanted to make sure of. Lucius was good with them, as was Tom, but they sometimes made mistakes. She wanted to make certain that the one applied had been done correctly.

“Severus did it,” Draco managed to sputter, swiping at the tears streaming down his face, still hitching and trying not to laugh aloud.

Clutching the paper tightly, Narcissa's face went stony. Spinning around, she faced her lover, eyes starting to blaze again. “Severus?” She inquired in a cold tone, foot tapping on the floor.

Standing there, the formidable Potions Master that terrified so many went rigid and pale, making sure he had his wand clutched tightly in his hand, his lips pressed into a thin line. Gently, trying to keep his tone calm, he imparted, “Narcissa, I ensured that the spell was placed on correctly. With that being done, the toy is no danger. It's something that Harry likes and will keep him company when Draco isn't around. I assure you, the dragon is safe.”

Taking several steps closer to Severus, snarling as the stuffed dragon once more licked her face, she hissed, “You knew the issues with that thing! I told you about the debacle! You are supposed to be helping to keep these two large miscreant children they call adults from overindulging or bringing potentially dangerous items into the house around the boys!” Gesturing to a huffing Tom and Lucius who made a disgruntled noise, she kept her eyes locked on her lover. Eyes narrowed, she told Severus, “That won't work if you, too, are aiding in the issues, Severus!” Brandishing her wand, she leveled it at him, “I count on you to ensure debacles like the one with that dragon never occur again! I can't do that if you help the overly large children with an almost unlimited amount of money! It just makes matters worse!”

“Narcissa, all is fine,” Severus soothed stiffly, keeping an eye on her wand. “I made certain the right charm was applied and it went on correctly. It's nothing dangerous now and is a mere an overly large, playful puppy shaped like a dragon.”

“It had better stay that way for your sake, Severus Tobias Snape,” she hissed, eyes narrowing at him. Lowering her wand, she huffed, looking back at the dragon that was now looming over her. Eyeing it up and down, she snarled, “You better appreciate that Harry likes you, you deranged beast!” The dragon let out another soft roar then licked her full on the face, from the chin up. Sputtering, she swiped at her face then glowered at the creature. “And be thankful that your tongue is nothing but soft fuzz because if you ruin my makeup by licking me, I'm hexing it off!”

That was all poor Draco could take. Letting out a high pitched giggle, he rolled off the bed then managed to get himself into a standing position. Clutching his sides, he staggered towards the bathroom, gasping, “I'm dying!”

Watching Draco, Harry then looked back at Narcissa before glancing at all the men in the room, not sure what to think. It was funny in its own way, but he wasn't sure what to make of the scene.

Huffing once more, she looked at Harry then sighed, shaking her head. “I'm sorry, Harry. It's not normally like this. I assure you that I'm only looking out for your welfare since two of the beings in this room have the IQ of a flobberworm when it comes to what is safe for someone your age and what isn't,” she huffed, shooting a glare over her shoulder at Tom and Lucius who, though looking disgruntled at what she said, didn't make a sound, as was prudent.

Nodding, Harry said nothing then grinned a little before telling her, “The dragon is brilliant, though! It's great!”

Smiling gently at him, she patted his cheek then leaned down and gave him a kiss on the temple. “I'm glad. Enjoy him. Now, how about I see about lunch, hm? It's about that time. You hungry?”

“Yeah, I am,” Harry nodded.

Giving his head another rub, she nodded, “Alright, I'll go hurry the elves along.” Standing, she shot the dragon another glare then headed out of the room, head held high, ignoring the three men.

As soon as Narcissa was out of the room, the three men slumped, looking relieved. Seeing Harry looking at them, wide-eyed, sure the poor lad was confused as hell, Severus walked over and seated himself on the edge of the bed. Patting the young man's leg, he smirked slightly then said, keeping his voice down, “It's always like this, Harry. You'll get used to it. Never fear, though, Narcissa snarls and threatens but never throws hexes. Nor would she ever do so to you or Draco. She is rather overprotective, like an animal guarding her young.” Lips quirking slightly, he added, keeping his voice down to just above a whisper, “And it is rather humorous.”

“It is, if you're not on the receiving end of the threats,” Lucius huffed, straightening his clothes.

Unable to help himself, Harry grinned then said, glancing over at Tom, “I didn't know a snake could move as fast as Nagini! You could practically see smoke trails as she headed for your room.”

“Well, yes,” Tom chuckled stepping over to the bed. “She's seen Narcissa 'upset' before and knows it's best to stay out of the way. For as big and intimidating as she is, she does tend to cower in the face of Narcissa's temper. It's a self preservation streak.”

“And is the intelligent thing to do,” Lucius groused as he made certain his hair was in place. Looking at the young man on the bed, he smirked then said, “All is well, Harry. You'll get used to it. Nor will she harm any of us.”

Grinning at the men, Harry nodded, seeing the whole incident as somewhat funny now that it was over. Chuckling, he said, “And you lot cower very well!”

“That is rather prudent,” Lucius told him, with an amused snort. “Consider it a survival skill we've had a great deal of practice with.”

Looking at the dragon, Severus asked, “What are you going to name him?”

Petting the stuffed animals head, something that caused what could only be called a contented growl with smoke curling from its nostrils, Harry said, grinning slightly, “How about Smaug?”

“A very good name,” Severus nodded, with a small smile. “If you like, I can change him to a red color to match the one in the book.”

“Brilliant!” Harry said, smiling, settling back on the pillows behind him.

With a wave of his wand, Severus changed the stuffed dragon's colors to the ones the dragon was in the books. Looking at it critically, he nodded then said, “That should do it. You now have Smaug.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Harry said, “Thanks! That was brilliant!”

Nodding, pleased, Severus said nothing.

Flopping down at the table, Lucius picked up the sheaf of parchments Narcissa had brought in and started going through them. “Yes, she is right, we need to start attending to this,” he said, tone distracted. Looking over to the young man on the bed, he sighed and shook his head. It wasn't a topic they had brought up to Harry yet but needed to. Today wasn't the time, though. Instead, he commented, “I think we need to figure out where you are for school, Harry.”

Making a face, Harry sighed and shrugged, “I'm way behind. I'd probably be left back a grade because I spent so much time in hospital.”

“That's nothing to worry about,” Tom told him firmly. “Most of what's to come for you has to do with learning magic, not what you do in Muggle schools. We can easily catch you up with what you need to know from the basics standpoint.”

Standing, Lucius walked over to the bed and sat down by Harry. Reading through what was there, he put hand on the young man's leg. “I think we're going to need to get some information from you about what schools you attended for this. I'm not certain, though. Mayhap it won't be needed. I don't know. It's something that does need to be done soonish, though.”

“I can remember the names if that helps,” Harry said. “Well, the last year or so it's been more tutoring while in the hospital.”

Conjuring a quill, Lucius said, “Alright, let's get what I can then I'll look the rest over to see what is needed.”

Nodding, Harry began to rattle off what he could remember.

Coming back in, making sure his hair was in place, Draco flopped on the bed, still grinning. Looking around, he asked, keeping his tone down, “Mother is done being bats?”

“All is safe, Draco,” Severus told him with an amused snort. “The most dangerous dragon has left the room and is once more in control of herself.”

Grinning, Draco gave Harry a nudge. “Don't worry, it's a riot to watch. It happens a lot, so you get used to it.”

Grinning, Harry shook his head, not sure what to say. All he knew was that his life was definitely more interesting now! And, well, he really didn't think it was in a bad way either.

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