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Chapter Sixteen�Healing
Is Its Own Heroism

�� Rogers,�
Harry called out as he stepped into his bedroom, not bothering to clap his
hands. The house-elf appeared, as before, when he was halfway through his name.
Harry turned around and nodded to him. �Could you follow someone if I asked you
to? Even through wards that might keep other wizards and owls away?�

�� Rogers�s
eyes widened, and his ears trembled and jerked once, though his head hadn�t
moved at all that Harry could see. �Leave the Manor?� he asked, his voice
higher and more squeaky than normal. �Rogers is to be leaving the Manor?�

�� Harry knelt
down to elf-height. �Yes,� he said, staring into Rogers�s face and wondering if
he was imagining the likeness to Dobby, �you would be. I would send my own
house-elf, Kreacher��

�� Master
Harry Potter has a bad house-elf who is not taking proper care of him,� said
Rogers, and the familiar frown replaced his startled expression. �He has never
been watching Master Harry Potter sleep, and��

�� Harry shook
his head. �He�s wanted to do things for me many times, but I didn�t let him,�
he said. �I scolded him when he took any notice of my problems eating or
sleeping, and at last he gave up noticing. He just made sure I had as much
nourishing food as possible when I wanted to eat it and that I got unbroken sleep
on those mornings when I didn�t have to be in hospital early.�

�� Rogers
looked torn for a moment, then poked Harry in the chest with one long, spindly
finger. �Master Harry Potter is a bad human.�

�� Harry
grinned sharply. �Yes, I rather fear I am,� he said. �There were times as a
child when I thought I was born to be a house-elf, anyway.� He shrugged and
forced the thought away. Rogers was distracting him, perhaps on purpose, from
the request Harry had tried to make. �I need you to leave the Manor and hunt
down a Healer named Virgo Emptyweed.�

�� Rogers
blinked. �His parents were being bad humans, too.�

�� Harry
laughed this time. �And he may be as well,� he said. �But I need to be absolutely
sure of his allegiances now, and of the information he can tell me. If my
enemies are keeping him captive, then I can give him his freedom. If not, then
at least I�ll make sense of the confusing things he tried to tell me before he
ran away from the hospital.� He shifted his shoulders and tried not to think of
what Emptyweed might say about Healer Pontiff. The problem was, Harry needed to know, no matter how much his
cowardice might scream at him to leave himself some illusions about one of the
only friends he had. �Kreacher will be following Healer Emily Pontiff and observing
her. But you�ll bring Emptyweed here. It does
mean leaving the Manor, though. Can you do that?�

�� Once again the
strange expression returned to Rogers�s face. Harry braced himself for an
outburst of scolding, but instead Rogers flung his arms around Harry and began
to cry. Harry hesitantly patted his shoulder, wondering what on earth was the
matter.

�� At least I can see the family resemblance
between him and Dobby now.

�� Master
Harry Potter is�� A large sob cut Rogers off, and this time he remained quiet,
his fingers trembling on Harry�s sides, before he finally whispered, �Master
Harry Potter is acting like a proper Malfoy, ordering Rogers around the way he should. From the tales Dobby was telling
of Master Harry Potter, Rogers thought he was being wild and undisciplined and acting
like a bad human at all times. But Master Harry Potter can also act like a
proper Malfoy to house-elves.� He sniffled. �Rogers is believing Dobby now,
that you were a good wizard.�

�� He gave
Harry one wide-eyed look of adoration, and then vanished with a pop. Harry stared
at the space where he had been for long moments before he stood up, shook
himself, and began to debate writing a letter to Hermione. He trusted Lucius�though
he had been an idiot�to provide him with the names of the hospital administrators
now, but it was possible Hermione, closer to St. Mungo�s and possessed of a
freedom of movement that none of the Malfoys had at the moment, might be able
to hunt down extra information.

�� Draco
stepped into the bedroom just then. Harry stared at him, and then at the vial
of yellow potion he held.

�� Time for
another dose to heal your lungs,� Draco said. �I�ve read up on the Breath-Stealing
Charm. You need it.� His voice held both wariness and a half-implied threat, as
if he wanted Harry to see how important this was but knew what might happen if
he pressed him.

�� Harry nodded,
accepted the vial, and drank down the potion in one solid gulp, partially to
see the expression that caused on Draco�s face. It still tasted like lemonade.
Tossing the empty vial on the bed the way he imagined some people tossed
expensive wineglasses into the fireplace, Harry said, �Do you know your father
is an idiot?�

�� That was
the daily opinion of my teenage self,� Draco said gravely. �What has the idiot
done now?�

�� Kept
important information from me!� Harry paced back and forth, waving his arms. It
felt so good to have someone to complain to. �He didn�t tell me he already had enemies at St. Mungo�s,
people who were prime candidates for casting the spell that destroyed my
stabilization fields. The administrators were angry at him for stopping
donations, maybe angry enough to put this conspiracy together or at least help with
it when Lucius landed in hospital. And of course it would have been easier on
me if I knew all that, but Lucius Bloody �Watch me faint rather than ask for
help� Malfoy isn�t about to make anyone�s life easier. So now I�m making preparations to gather information and
actually try to help the stubborn wanker, and if he ever does anything like
that again I swear that I�m going to
subject him to one of my own potions!�

�� Draco made
a small choked sound. Harry blinked at him, suddenly wondering if he had gone
too far�Draco might be interested in him, but Lucius was still his father�and then
saw that Draco was laughing.

�� Harry
glared at him, �It�s not funny,� he
said. �His silence could have resulted in someone being seriously hurt, the
person who treated him if not himself.� He pointed an accusing finger at Draco,
and tried not to think about how much he suddenly resembled Rogers. �And that�s
the thing I don�t like about your devotion to family. It excludes devotion to or
sympathy for anyone else. Lucius sounded as if he wouldn�t much care that a
Healer or a mediwizard died attending him, as long as he wasn�t forced to
reveal those secrets to someone who wasn�t family.�

�� Why should
he?� Draco stood straighter, and the glee had vanished from his voice. �They
don�t deserve to know. Throughout time��

�� Harry
snorted at the pretentious wording. Draco scowled ferociously at him and
finished speaking anyway. �Throughout
time, people who weren�t Malfoys have tried to hurt the Malfoys. Had Lucius
told the person attending him, then his enemies might have learned he suspected
them all the faster. He had to have someone he could trust, and until you
performed that spell, there was only me and my mother.�

�� That spell
is an arbitrary boundary,� Harry snarled, taking a step forwards. Finally he
had the words to express what had most bothered him about the Malfoys� reliance
on the Heart�s Blessing spell. �What would happen if you made someone a Malfoy
based on it and then found out they were a sadistic fucker?�

�� Draco�s
nostrils quivered. �Blood is important.�

�� Magically
shared blood can happen by chance, and you would still consider yourself bound
by your laws to accept the person who shared it?�

�� It brought
us you,� Draco said, mood shifting suddenly and face shining as he stared at
Harry, �and that was not a mistake.�

�� It�s still
arbitrary,� Harry repeated. He would cling to the point he had to make if it
killed him. �As arbitrary as dividing people up based on blood. My mother could
do magic. She did magic that saved the
world. You acknowledged as much yourself when we performed the blood magic
that saved your father�s life. Does that mean she was inferior to your mother,
simply because her parents weren�t magical?�

�� Draco
closed his eyes. �Blood-based beliefs are not the same thing as blood,� he
said. �One refers to a group of people who share a similar culture��

�� Then why
do you speak as if you shared a similar heritage?�

�� Culture is heritage, you uneducated��

�� And as if
Hermione and my mother were inferior because of the way they were born, not what they knew and learned?�
Harry continued remorselessly. �I�m sure Hermione knows more about pure-blood
culture than you do, with the way she studies.�

�� Draco
opened his eyes and glared. �Growing up in it give you an insight into the
subtleties that you can never have if you�re coming to it later. It�s the
difference between speaking a language natively and learning it when you�re an
adult. We�re different.�

�� And you
have stupid customs, and your house is too big!� Harry yelled.

�� Harry.�
Draco said it so gently that Harry almost lost it in the echoes of his own
shout. �Do you still feel out of place? Is that the reason for this?� He took a
step closer. �Please understand. We don�t expect you to share our beliefs about
blood. The Malfoys have adopted half-bloods and Muggleborns before, and we
never expected that from them.� He hesitated, then added, apparently unable to
help himself, �Although many of them chose to abandon their birth families in
any case, once they saw the superior attractions we could offer them.�

�� I�m never
going to change my name to Malfoy,� Harry said. �I�m never going to stop seeing
the Weasleys. And if you consider my aunt and my uncle my birth family, yes, I�d
abandon them in a red-hot minute, but that doesn�t have anything to do with
their being Muggles.�

�� Draco
raised a doubtful eyebrow.

�� They hated
magic,� Harry said. �And they didn�t like me.� He suddenly stopped, choking against
air, as he realized that, if the Malfoys still liked him after the shouting he�d
done at both Lucius and Draco, then he would still like them back,
objectionable beliefs and all. He scowled. Am
I being reasonable or pathetic, snatching at every possible scrap of affection?

�� What an
irrational hatred,� Draco said, sounding shocked. �How could they dislike anyone
who was born with magic?�

�� How could
you dislike anyone who wasn�t born to two magical parents?� Harry countered
instantly.

�� Draco
opened his mouth, then looked to the side, scowled, and shut it.

�� A moment
later, he said quietly, �Harry, I know our beliefs still don�t make much sense
to you. And some of them probably won�t ever do so. But you need to know that
we won�t force you to give up your beliefs and adopt ours.� He looked up at
Harry with a faint smile. �Real beliefs,
ones that are going to stay in someone�s head, have to be accepted for what
they are. Maybe in time you�ll come to see the Heart�s Blessing spell as enough
of a test to pass. I don�t think you�ll ever give up your friends or your
liking for Muggleborns, no. But you�re still a member of the family.� He took
Harry�s hand and rubbed the back of it with two fingers, staring earnestly into
his eyes in the meantime. �Do you understand that?�

�� Harry
looked thoughtfully at him. The corollary to what Draco was saying, of course,
and which he took care not to mention, was that Harry couldn�t force the
Malfoys to give up their beliefs, either, no matter how repugnant and stupid
they were.

�� But Harry
was reminded that Draco hadn�t been able to answer a logical argument just now,
and that that omission apparently bothered him�at least, it did if the way he
had changed the subject immediately afterwards was any indication. So perhaps
Harry might be able to work on the Malfoy subtly, demonstrating with logic and
reason that some of what they believed about Muggleborns was wrong.

�� If he could
do that, then he could remain within the family without feeling he had given up
his principles.

�� Yes, I do
now,� he said. �Thank you for taking the time to explain it.� He hesitated,
thinking of something he had noticed that morning but not paid much attention
to in his eagerness to visit Lucius. �You weren�t in bed with me when I woke
this morning.�

�� Of course
not,� Draco said, a faint tinge of shock in his voice. His fingers pressed down
suddenly, heavily, on the back of Harry�s hand. �You said you didn�t want me
there.�

�� Harry
smiled helplessly. So this was the proof that Draco would do what he was asked,
respecting Harry�s choice, even if he himself obviously had a different
inclination. �Thank you,� he whispered.

�� Draco
smiled at him, his eyes half-lidded with brilliant desire again, and Harry
reflected that he wasn�t the only one who could use coaxing and subtle working
within the will of the family to get what he wanted. But as Lucius had said, it
was a double motive that hurt no one. Draco got what he wanted and showed sincere respect to Harry at
the same time, just as Harry could respect the integrity of the Malfoys�
beliefs and still try to show them that some of those beliefs were simply
false.

�� I�m
bringing Healer Emptyweed here,� he said casually as he turned away from Draco.
�I hope you don�t mind.�

�� Draco
choked. �He was the one who cast the headache curse on you!�

�� Yes,�
Harry said, �but he was also the one who first warned me of danger, and he claimed
he had cast the curse to protect me. I want to find out what he meant. I sent
Rogers after him.� He glanced over his shoulder at Draco, wondering if he would
protest at bringing a non-Malfoy into Malfoy Manor.

�� Draco
hesitated for a moment, then shrugged, �Oh, well,� he said. �We can always Obliviate him.�

�� And now I�m
about to summon Kreacher, my house-elf from Grimmauld Place, and give him the
task of following another Healer who may be involved in this,� Harry finished. �What�s
the etiquette for calling one�s house-elf into someone else�s house?�

�� It�s
unproblematic,� said Draco, �as long as you accept that we might call on him to
perform tasks for us in the future as well. Crossing the boundaries between houses
gives us a claim on him.�

�� Harry
rolled his eyes. �I won�t ask. I�m sure it�s pure-blood logic even more
convoluted than what�s behind the Heart�s Blessing spell.�

�� Draco
smiled at him peacefully.

�� Harry
turned to call Kreacher, aware now of Draco�s admiring gaze on his back, but no
longer uncomfortable with it.

*

�� Rogers
appeared with Healer Emptyweed in the middle of Harry�s bedroom. Harry had been
sitting on the bed alone, waiting with his arms folded; Draco had retreated
into the library to study the recipe for the potion that would purge the
dreambane in Lucius�s body once more. Harry had promised to call him when
Rogers arrived, and now he rose to his feet and shouted his name, once, not
removing his eyes from Emptyweed.

�� The Healer
slumped in Rogers�s arms, his head bowed and his eyes downcast. Harry found it
hard to remember that he had once thought of him as threatening. Then he
grimaced and reminded himself that at one point, he had been convinced the administrators
of St. Mungo�s were all benevolent, simply unaware of the sometimes inferior
Healers who worked in hospital. And now he had the proof, a long list of names in
Lucius�s hand, to tell him it wasn�t so.

�� Emptyweed
is being a bad, bad Healer,� said Rogers, and sniffed. �Running when he saw me.� He gave Emptyweed a small shake, and Harry
hid a grin. Hermione might be satisfied to know that Rogers was not entirely servile
to all humans all the time.

�� He�s been
a bad Healer in many ways,� Harry agreed, and Emptyweed jerked, looking up for
the first time. Harry supposed he must have thought himself captured by another
of his enemies. He swallowed now and looked vaguely hopeful. As Draco came into
the bedroom at a run, Harry said, staring Emptyweed in the eye, �You claimed
that you cast the headache curse on me to protect me. Explain that.�

�� Draco
stepped up behind Harry, saying nothing, simply lending his presence as silent
strength at Harry�s shoulder. Harry resisted the urge to lean back and find
comfort in his warmth and solidity. That might read as weak to Emptyweed, and
Harry had had enough of stupid men who thought they were stronger than him concealing
the truth.

�� You�ve
been watched since you came into mediwizard training,� Emptyweed whispered. �Everyone
was relieved when they discovered that you wouldn�t have the Potions scores necessary
to become a full Healer. If you had, then you would have come into contact with
hospital administration, and you�re such a reforming hero that you probably
would have pushed for reforms there, just the way you would have tried to clean
the corruption out of the Ministry if you became an Auror. Healing is its own heroism,
but being a mediwizard was the perfect compromise. You would stay on the lower
levels and exhaust yourself in the service of people who wouldn�t give you the
credit you deserved.�

�� Harry
nodded, jaw tight. At least he was on familiar ground here. It sounded rather
like the situation with the Dursleys and the people who had looked mindlessly
to him for protection from Voldemort. They feared him and despised him, but
they still wanted to use him. And if the administrators had gone on quietly in
corruption at the upper levels for a long time, they needed all the help they
could get on the lower ones. There was no telling how much they had hurt St.
Mungo�s, how many patients had suffered or died unnecessarily.

�� Draco
trembled for a moment at his back, as if he wished to reach out and wrap his
arms around Harry�s waist in comfort, but knew what that would do to Harry�s
standing in Emptyweed�s eyes.

�� But then
you showed more talent than they expected, and your marks on the second Potions
exam you took, though not enough for full Healer responsibility, were closer to
passing than they had hoped. So they started watching you more narrowly.�
Emptyweed glared at him. �And of course, you never noticed. You�re oblivious to
anything that doesn�t involve suffering people or the ones you like. Why someone
like you, endowed with no shred of political sensibility, became a hero�� He
shook his head in wonder. �I tried to warn you a few times, but you never
noticed that, either. And so I did what I could to dull your senses and slow
you down so the administrators would become convinced your performance on the
Potions exam was just a fluke. I managed to persuade them that you struggled to
keep your head above water on a daily basis, and your constant studying was
necessary simply to keep you at a minimum level of competence as a mediwizard.
You might,� he finished, with a touch of haughtiness in his voice, ignoring the
fact that he sat on the floor of a strange house in the firm arms of an angry
house-elf, �thank me.�

�� Harry felt
a slight pulse of relief. It was nice to know his judgment of character hadn�t
failed as badly with Emptyweed as with Snape, and that the man was still an
arse even if he had protective instincts. His way of helping had been to cause
Harry physical pain, after all, which Snape at least hadn�t done except in
Occlumency lessons.

�� Why didn�t
you tell me the truth?� Harry asked. �That would have helped.�

�� And you
would have betrayed everything immediately with your lack of political
instincts.� Emptyweed gave him a look that had a strong mixture of disgust in
it. �You never took time to question what happened to you, even the sudden
advent of those headaches. You had your eyes on the case in front of you, and
the one beyond that, and the one beyond that. Your head was too full of Healing
even for a Healer. The pain was probably good for you, as it forced you to care
about yourself once in a while.� He shuddered delicately. �And I wasn�t going
to give you the chance to hurt me.�

�� Draco made
a sound. Harry couldn�t tell if it was meant as a laugh or a groan of disgust;
it came out as a sharp bark. Harry reached back to place a hand on Draco�s
waist in comfort and reassurance. Yes, Emptyweed was rather irritating, but
Harry had dealt with people who behaved worse than he did.

�� Is Healer
Pontiff involved in this conspiracy to hurt Lucius Malfoy?� Harry asked. He had
to make an effort to continue on after he spoke Lucius�s first name, and add
the surname Emptyweed would expect.

�� What? No!�
Emptyweed stared at him. �I know no harm of Emily, and I won�t have you speaking
evil of her when she was the only other person who took time to help your
hopeless arse,� he finished fiercely.

�� Harry
breathed a little easier. Draco shifted skeptically behind him. Harry ignored
that for the moment. They would see what Kreacher found out as he followed her.
�You said that my coming to visit her was stupid and dangerous.�

�� Because it
brought you back into hospital, when I thought you well-gone.� Emptyweed
groaned at him. �I knew the administrators had a grudge of some sort against
Malfoy, though I didn�t know how much they wanted him dead until they removed
you from the case. And of course you went wandering into their trap. I had to
take an unexpected holiday myself, to make sure no one connected my conversation
with you to any warning you had of their attack.� He glared at Harry again.

�� You still
should have told me,� said Harry. Anger ached in his gut like splintered bones.
�I would have been prepared, at
least.�

�� I�ve told
you why that didn�t happen.� Emptyweed sounded half-bored.

�� Did they
have anyone to replace me on Malfoy�s case?� Harry demanded. This time, Draco
was the one to slide a supportive, calming hand across the small of Harry�s
back.

�� No,� Emptyweed
said. �The next news would have been that Lucius Malfoy had died peacefully in
hospital. And before you can ask, I don�t know any of the details about the
other people who wanted him dead. I only know the administrators were in
agreement that he shouldn�t receive the best care, or any care at all, in
hospital.�

�� Someone attacked
him and took away his stabilization fields.�

�� Emptyweed
shook his head. �I�m as surprised about that now as I was when you first told
me. It was too open a move for the administrators, though. It put you on alert,
and they wanted to avoid that at all costs.�

�� So we have
another enemy,� Harry muttered. �Wonderful.� He sighed and once again stifled
the temptation to lean back into Draco. He did shift his hip so it rested
against the other man�s hip. �You�ll swear that you didn�t know anything about
the Death Eaters who were involved in constructing the curse?�

�� Emptyweed�s
face paled. �Death Eaters?� he squeaked.

�� Harry
thought his fear was genuine. He had enough evidence from Emptyweed�s own mouth
that the man was a coward, in any case. �Yes, Death Eaters,� he said. �This is
more serious than you can imagine, and you should have told me about it from
the first, from the moment you put me on Malfoy�s case.� Emptyweed must have
had a smidgen of concern for Lucius if he had done that.

�� I put you
on the case because he had to have the appearance of care, at least, and you
were the only one who would touch him,� said Emptyweed. �Think what it would
have done to the hospital�s reputation if we turned him away.�

�� Harry
stared at him. �He could have died.�

�� So what?�
Emptyweed shrugged. �I don�t like what the administrators were doing, but
Malfoy has escaped punishment for his crimes during the war too long.�

�� Draco
growled, though Harry only knew because he could feel the vibration in his
body. Then he whispered into Harry�s ear, �Do you see? Do you see why the
Malfoys have spent so much time focusing on blood, and trusting only those who
showed they were willing to act for us first?�

�� Harry
nodded absently. His head was still reeling. Emptyweed might be a good Healer,
and vastly more talented than Harry in Potions�there were things that lived
under rocks which were more talented than Harry in Potions�but he had a
callousness that it hurt Harry to hear.

�� But Draco
sounded as if he had expected it. If the Malfoys experienced so much of the
world against them on a day-to-day basis, of course they would withdraw into
their homes and distrust anyone who approached them and was not of the family.
But likewise, they would prize those who offered help freely and didn�t have a
hidden motive to hurt them.

�� That made
much more sense to Harry than the simple fact of shared blood. He had built his
friendships and his bond with his adopted family on shared help and fellowship.
Why not build it that way with a second adopted family?

�� He touched
Draco openly now, leaning against him and stroking the hand that had moved up
to clasp his waist. �What do you think?� he asked. �Should we try him under
Veritaserum?�

�� That�s all
I know!� Emptyweed bucked frantically in Rogers�s embrace for the first time.
Rogers restrained him with a look of contempt and a mutter that Harry thought
contained the words �bad human.� �Really.
I can�t tell you exactly who wants Malfoy dead, and the headache curse was the
only thing I cast on you to hold you back, the only thing I ever did to hurt
you.�

�� Tell me
this,� Harry said, staring into his eyes. �Why did you hate me so much from the
first day I appeared? You disliked me before I ever took that second Potions
exam, I know.�

�� You were
arrogant,� Emptyweed said stiffly. �Most people who get such low scores on
their NEWTS don�t even apply for mediwizard training. They know they belong in
other areas. But you thought you had to be good at it simply because you were
Harry Potter. You thought your fame could get you anywhere.�

�� Draco growled
again. Harry shook his head. �Forget it,� he said. �It�s not worth arguing
about. Obliviate him, and have done.�
He stepped out of the way.

�� Emptyweed
began to protest, but the next moment Draco had cast a Memory Charm and he
slumped, eyes blank.

�� You�ve
been on a holiday in your own house for the last few days,� Draco murmured. �You
probably did some drinking, had some pleasant company, because you�ll wake with
a headache. You won�t remember much of what happened, but you�ll be satisfied with
the tattered memories you do retain, and not seek more.�

�� Emptyweed
nodded dreamily. Rogers bowed to both Draco and Harry, and vanished.

�� Harry
smiled. Yes, Hermione had been wrong to worry about the Malfoys� vengeful
instincts, if the worst Draco was going to do to Emptyweed was a single headache.

�� Should we
start discussing what to do about the hospital administrators?� he asked. �Your
parents should be included in that discussion, I think.�

�� Draco
turned around. �No,� he said quietly. �I believe I�m ready to brew that potion,
Harry. I want my father free from those bastards� spell before this goes any
further.�

�� His face
was pale, and his hands shook as he put his wand back in his belt. Harry stepped
forwards and embraced him for a long time, stroking his hair and murmuring
soothing nonsense words.

�� It felt
good to play the part of comforter again, for once.

*

�� bluefirexxx:
Thank you!

�� You�ve
pinned down the one thing I�m uneasy about, as both the length of the story and
this being Harry�s POV alone conspire against making the Malfoys� acceptance
seem natural. I�ve tried to address it a bit in this chapter, but it does feel
rushed to me; I simply am not sure how to fix it.

�� And I�m
glad you�re enjoying the other stories as well.

�� linagabriev:
Though I can see how the construction of the sentence in that story made it
look that way, there is no �Muggleborn who had three children.� The Muggleborn
refers to Lily, and the three children refers to Harry.

�� Harry is
growing more certain by the minute of the Malfoys, but he does have to wonder
whether arguing with them, and, in this chapter, proving he still has different
beliefs, will meet the limits of their tolerance.

�� Glad you
like Ron and Rogers.

�� FallenAngel1129:
Hopefully he will give something back in return!

�� Lina: Thank
you! I half-love Rogers, too. And yes, Harry and Draco will have a more subdued
relationship now in some ways; Draco realizes he has to be more careful, and
Harry is trying to respect Draco�s feelings more.

�� Thrnbrooke:
Thanks for reviewing!

�� feltonslover:
Thank you! Once again, you got both in this chapter.

�� YanaYugi:
Oh, yes. But he�ll be more subtle about it.

�� hieisdragoness18:
When Lucius recovers from his amazement, I think he�ll be very, very proud of
Harry.

�� Haramiya:
Well, I hope this chapter cleared up a few things. Harry still has to learn
some more secrets, of course.

�� whitedragon:
Thank you! As for Pontiff, Harry still doesn�t know, but he�s taking steps to
find out.

�� Black
Padfoot: Thank you! In this case, I think the plot is helped because there�s
such a strong gen element in Lucius and Narcissa�s presence that it would seem
strange to only focus on the H/D romance.

�� But no, I
haven�t heard of Smythson.

�� Mangacat:
Healer Pontiff�s involvement is up in the air right now, deliberately so. After
all, Harry might be ignoring evidence because he wants to believe she�s good,
and Emptyweed might be wrong.

�� avihenda:
Thanks! And I agree that Harry is becoming more comfortable with and confident
of the Malfoys; he simply notices the possible differences more, because he�s
such a pessimist about affection, so his own faith remains subconscious.

�� Jilliane:
Thank you!

�� Rebriddle:
Thanks! Draco will get more chances to be cute in the future.
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