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Pleasant Dreams	By : newyorican Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 4 – Narcissa’s Plead

“If you had made mistakes, even serious ones, there is always another chance for you. What we call failure is not the falling down, but the staying down.”

/Jacob/Harry

“Harry! Moony!” Sirius squeaed happily, giving his godson a big hug as he ran into Flourish and Blotts. “You know how much I love you guys, riiiiiiiight?”

Harry looked bemused, but Remus’ eyes narrowed slightly in suspicion. “What have you done now?”

Sirius pouted, allowing Harry to lead him to the checkout area. “I’m always accused of doing something,” he whined, peeking at Harry through the corner of his eye. Harry’s lips were quirked in a grin and Sirius mentally allowed himself to do an Irish jig.

“Isn’t that because you’re always up to something?” Harry snorted.

Sirius grinned, paying the clerk and ignoring her weird look. For Merlin’s sake, he could not be the only Wizard in Britain that uses a coin purse. Seriously! “Too right, you are. It’s a common side effect of having the blood of a Marauder,” he said slyly. Wondering how best to tell them, Sirius quickly sobered up. “There’s been a slight change in plan.”

Harry cocked his head to the side and his eyes narrowed slightly, unconsciously copying Remus’ earlier actions. “What kind of change?”

Sirius winced. “Well, you see…it’s kind of like this…well, that is to say…”

“Spit it out, Sirius,” Remus said calmly, though he was slightly nervous on the inside.

“My cousin Narcissa asked for us—well, just me actually, but I’m dragging the two of you along—to meet for lunch and she’s bringing her spawn,” Sirius blurted out. There, he said it.

Remus’ eyebrows disappeared into his hairline. “What?” he asked incredulously. “Are you serious?”

“Why, yes, I am. Really, Moony, I think it’s far too late in our relationship to start questioning your knowledge of my name,” Sirius admonished.

“What’s so bad about seeing your cousin?” Harry inquired curiously.

Sirius hesitated briefly. “The thing is, Harry…well, you know my family is dark, yes?”

Harry nodded. “It’s kind of hard to miss,” he said dryly, thinking about Sirius’ mother’s portrait shrieking about dirty blood in her home.

“My cousin, Narcissa, she’s as dark as the rest of them. Before I ran away, we didn’t quite see eye-to-eye on politics, the war, all that jazz. However, she did help me leave. Granted, that may be because she was promised that should I fail to take up the title as Lord Black, then whatever male spawn she has gets the position, though that was rather pointless since I technically didn’t fail to take up the title as Lord Black, but she helped me nevertheless. Now, she’s requesting to speak with me. Requesting, not demanding. That automatically tells me something is wrong. Besides, she also says it’s urgent.”

“So let’s go see her,” Harry said, shrugging. He didn’t really see what the big deal was. As long as she didn’t talk to him or make him angry, he was perfectly fine with ignoring her.

“She’s bringing her spawn,” Sirius repeated, biting his lip.

“And…?” Harry still didn’t see the big deal.

“What Sirius keeps failing to mention,” Remus butted in, “is that his cousin Narcissa married Lucius Malfoy and I believe you are more than acquainted with her child Draco Malfoy.”

Harry’s eyes widened before he looked like he was sucking on a sour lemon. “You’re related to Malfoy?”

Sirius winced. “Yes; the little brat is my second cousin and the senior is my cousin-in-law, so to speak.”

Harry was silent for a long time. “Ew,” he said finally. “That’s just wrong on so many levels.”

Sirius was startled into nervous chuckles. “Yeah,” he said lamely. “But, yeah, she asked to meet me about some urgent business. If you don’t want to meet her, that’s totally fine. I can run and tell her to forget about our meeting.”

Harry frowned. “Just because I hate Draco Malfoy doesn’t mean I’ll hate his mum. After all, she is your cousin. There must be something good about her.”

Sirius chuckled. “Bellatrix Lestrange is also my cousin and she’s nuttier than a jock strap.”

Harry flushed lightly before he burst out laughing, clutching his sides. Sirius grinned, feeling rather accomplished. Remus looked trapped between scandalized and amused. “Only you could come up with that kind of analogy, Padfoot,” the werewolf said sagely, shaking his head as a few chuckles escaped him.

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Sirius told him before turning his attention to Harry. “Are you sure about this?”

Harry nibbled his lower lip and nodded his head. “Granted, seeing Malfoy’s ferret face outside of Hogwarts is a nightmare, but you said his mum is your cousin and she urgently needed to speak to you. It could be very important.” He shrugged, slightly embarrassed at his reasoning.

Sirius blinked before a wide grin danced across his face. He let out a manly squeal and wrapped Harry in his arms. “My little Prongslet is growing up and making big boy decisions,” he cried, snuggling close to the wriggling savior. He ignored the weird looks thrown in their direction. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Gerroff!” Harry gasped, a small smile tugging at his lips. With Sirius’ childish nature, Harry felt more at ease and comfortable than he had in a while. He could always count on his godfather to make him feel happy. Granted, attending a lunch date-thingy with Malfoy and his mum wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but Sirius had done something most adults hadn’t—given him a choice. For that, Harry could swallow his hatred of the ferret for one little lunch date-thingy.

“I think you’re suffocating him,” Remus said dryly as he helped pry Sirius off of Harry.

“C’mon! We’re meeting them at the Leaky Cauldron. Now, Narcissa promised that the brat would behave, but if he says anything you don’t agree with, Harry, you have my permission to snatch my wand and hex him!” Sirius said passionately as he led them to the aforementioned pub.

“Sirius! You’ll both get in trouble,” Remus admonished. “Don’t listen to him, Harry.”

Harry grinned slightly at their antics. As they neared the Leaky Cauldron, Harry spotted several people pointing at him and looking at a copy of the Daily Prophet. His stomach churned unpleasantly at the picture of Cedric Diggory and his good mood instantly sunk. He paled and looked down at the floor.

Sirius noticed the mood change immediately and looked at his godson worriedly. Scowling at Harry’s almost submissive posture, he surveyed the scene around him and immediately spotted the group of witches surrounding the trashy paper. He narrowed his eyes angrily and exchanged a look with Remus. They seemed to have a conversation with their eyes before they nodded.

“We’ll get a table,” Remus said softly. “Come on, Harry.”

Harry’s head snapped up and he frowned. “What about Sirius?”

“He’ll meet us there,” Remus assured.

Harry looked at his godfather who was throwing dirty looks at the little group of witches. “Please, just come with us,” he begged quietly. “I’d rather you not do anything that’ll cause you to end up in Azkaban again. I just got you back.”

Sirius stopped glaring at the people and turned to stare at Harry, his eyes and facial muscles visibly softening. “Let’s go,” he murmured quietly.

The short walk the rest of the way to the Leaky Cauldron was dreadfully uncomfortable. Sirius was reminded that he had essentially abandoned Harry as a baby. It broke his heart to hear Harry basically plead to not leave him again.

Entering the pub, Sirius spoke quietly with Tom and arranged to occupy a table in one of the dark corners. With Butterbeers ordered, Sirius and Remus worked together to set up as many privacy charms as they knew. As they waited for the Malfoys to show up, Harry was reading one of the many books Sirius had purchased for him. Sirius took that time to explain quietly to Remus that the dreamcatcher was very safe and possibly the best choice to help Harry, promising to explain in greater detail later when Narcissa and Draco finally arrived.

Narcissa had kept Draco in the dark about who they were meeting, according to the young blond’s look of shock, disgust, and disbelief.

“Sirius, thank you for seeing us,” Narcissa said politely. She sat stiffly in one of the chairs, gesturing for Draco to do the same. Her look of disgust was carefully masked, but Harry only needed to look in her eyes to see the truth.

“Narcissa, Draco,” Sirius replied, nodding his head to each. “You already know Remus Lupin and Harry.”

Harry swallowed slightly as the tension grew.

“Potter, Lupin,” Narcissa said politely. Her lips stretched into a thin smile and Harry was instantly reminded of Aunt Petunia being the perfect hostess whilst in company she disliked. “Let’s get down to business, shall we?”

Sirius nodded his head. “We’ll order first and then you can explain why we’re here,” he said firmly. He agreed to meet them, but first Harry needed to eat.

As they ordered their food and waited for the waitress to bring it to them, another awkward and uncomfortable silence. Draco looked like he’d swallowed a lemon and Narcissa’s face appeared solemn and grim. It made the Gryffindors somewhat nervous. Sirius and Remus had a quiet conversation about fixing up some of the rooms at Grimmauld Place. Harry had his nose buried in his book, his face one of contentment. Despite his relaxed facial features, Harry’s body was stiff and alert.

When the food came, Sirius waited until Harry began to eat before gesturing for Narcissa to begin speaking.

“I require your assistance,” Narcissa said, taking a hesitant sip of her tea. When it didn’t taste nearly as bad as she thought low-quality tea could, she continued to drink it.

“I figured as much. The question is, what do you need my assistance with?” Sirius prompted, his stare boring holes into her figure.

Narcissa’s grip tightened on the handle to her cup and she placed it down before it broke. She made eye contact with Sirius and said softly, “I need you to take Draco for the summer.”

Harry’s eyes widened. Sirius, who had been eating a piece of steak, promptly choked on his food and began to cough. Remus, though surprised, immediately began to pat him on the back firmly. Harry handed him his Butterbeer and watched as Sirius drunk from it gratefully. “Excuse me?” Sirius asked hoarsely.

“Mother, you can’t possibly be serious,” Draco protested angrily, his eyes narrowed.

“I need you to take Draco for the summer,” Narcissa repeated, ignoring her son for the time being. “There are some…unsavory characters that need to be dealt with.”

Sirius cocked an eyebrow in disbelief. “You know I have Harry for the summer. They’ll rip each other apart,” he pointed out.

Harry frowned in annoyance; he hated when he was talked about like he weren’t there. “Glad to see how highly you think of me,” he muttered into his mashed potatoes.

Sirius immediately turned to Harry. “You know what I meant,” he stated almost pleadingly.

“As if there’s a reason to think highly of someone like you,” Draco sneered lowly.

“Want to say that again, ferret face?” Harry growled, glaring at the blond.

“Well, scar fa—”

“Draco,” Narcissa said sharply. “Hold your tongue. They do not need to meet us, and your deplorable behavior isn’t helping me in the slightest!”

Draco flushed at his mother’s admonishment, embarrassed to be scolded in front of his rival. “Why can’t I stay at the manor?” he asked, though it came out as if he were whining.

“I will not have you punished for your father’s or my own mistakes!” Narcissa hissed harshly. “You are almost fifteen years old; start acting like it!”

Draco stared at his mother in shock; she’d never spoken to him like that. Mutely, he nodded his head and began to play with his food.

Harry stared at Narcissa, suddenly realizing that though she was a Pureblood and a Slytherin, she was also a mother ready to protect her young no matter the consequences. It felt like a frog jumped into his throat and got stuck. His own mother had been like that; the fact that he was alive proved it. Mothers were willing to do anything for their children, even bad ones like Aunt Petunia. Even good ones like Molly Weasley, or even Cedric’s mum.

He bowed his head, turning his gaze to his food as he blinked away tears. When he composed himself, he looked up and realized that he had the attention of everyone at the table bar Draco. Sirius looked hesitant, and Harry could understand why. On the one hand, Draco was still technically family despite how horrible a thought that was and Narcissa was basically swallowing her pride and pleading with him to take in her son. On the other hand, Harry was with him for the summer and absolutely loathed Draco.

He couldn’t put Sirius in such a difficult decision.

Harry knew he was going to regret it, but he leaned over and whispered in Sirius’ ear, “Do it now or forever wish you had.”

That seemed to be what Sirius needed to hear. He turned to Narcissa. “Alright,” he said softly. “He can stay with us.”

Narcissa let out a small smile as relief washed over her. She looked at Harry and said sincerely, “Thank you.”

Uncomfortable, Harry nodded his head and excused himself, heading towards the bathroom. On his way out, he met Draco’s eyes and swallowed thickly at the loathing, desperation, disgust, and helplessness he saw there.

Yeah, he was going to regret agreeing to this.

A/N: More cookies to those who can spot the Hairspray quote in this chapter. ;) Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Just a few things I think I should address:

1) Voldemort is physically dead. There are, of course, the messy business of Horcruxes, but that will be dealt with AFTER this story is finished. I'll reference it. I might create a little sequel, but at this time, I think Harry will have Jacob, Dumbledore, Ron, and Hermione's help with that mess after my story. If that makes any sense. If not, PM me and I'll try to explain it more in-depth.

2) A lot of people have been asking me this, so I guess I wasn't clear enough. Like Mr. Black said, their family started before magic was really known. Not caveman time-period. If I had to give an exact date, I'm thinking around the 700s. Perhaps even earlier. It's around there, though.

3) So, technically speaking, yes, Jacob is incredibly old. XD He still has the body and of a 16-year-old, though. Bella and the Cullens are, indeed, also super old.

Hopefully that answered everyone's questions.
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