Meddling with Darkness | By : zoy_grey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 32786 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 11 |
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Chapter 8
Harry felt awfully tired. He had the feeling he was sleeping for a while now, and even in a comfortable bed, but the growing headache was still making him tired. Although he’d prefer to stay in bed longer, the noise made by a familiar group of people made it difficult to sleep.
The moment he opened his eyes, Harry saw Hermione and Ginny sitting on both sides of his bed; Ron with the twins stood in front and Mrs Weasley was nervously walking around the medical wing.
“He’s awake,” Ginny squealed happily and turned around to search for her mother. “Mum! Harry woke up!”
“You really scared us Harry,” said Hermione calmly; visibly relieved her friend was alright.
“You can’t end a school year without a visit to Madame Pomfrey, can you mate?” joked Ron. All of the Weasleys were laughing, but he knew they were all worried about him.
The teen quickly scanned the chamber to get as much information as possible about the current situation. He wasn’t sure what happened between losing consciousness and waking up here, but he did remember what happened before that. Harry clearly remembered Sirius telling him to watch out for Dumbledore and to trust only his family; and as far as he knew his family was Sirius and the Malfoys – the irony of that realisation nearly made him snort, but he refrained himself from doing that.
“Do you remember what happened, dear?” asked Mrs Weasley lovingly, getting closer to the bed.
“Only the tournament…the maze…I got to the cup with Cedric and....” Harry laughed inwardly at himself for the amazing acting skills that he was displaying right now. “The cup…it was a portkey, wasn’t it?”
“Yes, it was,” answered Bill, who stood a bit to the side, calming down a bit shaken Fleur. “You and Cedric vanished.”
“Dumbledore and the rest of the teachers were looking for you for half an hour,” explained Hermione.
“And then you suddenly appeared. You and Cedric,” Ron hurried with an explanation. “You hit your head, but Cedric said there was…”
“Quite a commotion, Mr Weasley,” the Headmaster walked into the chamber and cut into their conversation. The wizard was smiling and had his usual twinkle in the eyes; but after everything Harry heard lately, he was suspicious of that grandfatherly smile. “How are you feeling, my boy?” he asked Harry, walking closer to his bed.
“My head hurts a bit, but other than that I’m fine,” he answered quickly; he tried to avoid looking at the old wizard, so his gaze jumped from one Weasley to the other.
“That’s understandable. Mr Diggory found you unconscious, with your head bleeding, but Madame Pomfrey took care of that,” Dumbledore smiled even wider and turned to the Weasleys. “Molly, I think these young people here should get their trunks packed and get ready to leave for Hogsmead.”
“Yes, indeed,” she stood up and started rushing all of the children out of the medical wing. ”Don’t worry, dear. Ron will pack your things for you. So you just take your time getting dressed.”
Harry watched as his friends left the chamber, leaving him only with Dumbledore, McGonagall and Snape. Even the school nurse vanished somewhere. He was starting to feel nervous again, being alone in the presence of those particular teachers, but then he heard a dog barking. Minutes later, a familiar black dog ran closer to the bed and put its front paws on the bed sheets; the dog wiggled its tail happily and licked the teen’s face.
“Padfoot, stop it,” Harry laughed at Sirius’ actions; when the animagus finally calmed down and just wiggled his tail, the boy asked “Have I been out this long? Is it already time to go to London?”
“Mr Potter, you were unconscious for a few days,” explained professor McGonagall, still a bit worried about her student. “Do you remember anything that happened after you touched the Triwizard cup?”
“No, professor,” he answered with an apologetic expression on his face.
“Please try to remember,” Dumbledore tried to push him to work on his memory. “Every little bit helps, my boy.”
“Did something happen when we left the school grounds?” the teachers remained silent to his question, only exchanging looks. “Everyone keeps asking me about it, but I don’t remember anything. Please tell me what happened? Is everyone alright?”
“We discovered someone was pretending to be professor Moody, but we don’t know who it was. This imposter was the reason of you being one of the champions and Mr Diggory told us you were taken to…,” professor McGonagall explained everything a bit chaotically, but was cut short by the Headmaster.
“Minerva, that’s enough information for young Harry. He already had enough excitement.”
“But I want to know!” the teen protested. “Where were we taken?...Who did that?”
Harry could see that professor McGonagall was fighting with herself to tell him everything they knew, but just then they heard a commotion outside of the medical wing. The teen suspected that his Gryffindor friends might be wanting to get back by his side, but it seemed a bit odd, since they just left.
“Out of my way!” they heard a cold command and the doors to the chamber flew open, revealing an infuriated Malfoy. “You are so dead, Potter!”
Seeing the blond glaring their way, even the teachers stood frozen. Padfoot moved away from Harry as soon as the other teen marched their way.
“Are you out of your mind!?” in mere moments Draco was standing right next to Harry’s bed; his eyes throwing daggers at everything and everyone, but mostly at the dark haired teen. He almost completely ignored the professors, who were staring at him in disbelief. “Which part of ‘come out of the tournament safe’ do you not understand?!”
By the look on McGonagall’s face, Harry could clearly see she was so worried about him, she might literally restrain Draco any minute now. “But I am safe,” he grinned at the blond.
“You’re testing my patience,” said Malfoy with a strained voice. “Now get your sorry arse out of here or you’re gonna get yourself killed if you stay a minute longer in this castle.”
The blond, still furious, stormed out of the chamber before anyone could even say a word. “See you later, Draco!” Harry laughed at the teen, who was obviously worried sick about him. He looked at his Head of House and explained, “He’s just worried.”
“Worried? You must have hit your head really hard, Mr Potter,” was all the witch said.
“Headmaster,” started Snape, who watched the scene with Malfoy with slight amusement. “I believe we have matters to discuss. Considering Potter is fine, we should move to your office.”
“Indeed,” the older wizard smiled and patted Harry on the back. “You’ll be fine, my boy. You can get dressed and join your friends. Enjoy you summer vacation.”
Albus sat in his office waiting for every one of his guests to arrive. So far Shacklebolt and Tonks have been sitting in the chamber; only minutes later Bill and Charlie Weasley walked in, greeting their former headmaster.
“Dumbledore, are you sure it’s safe for
us to meet here?” asked Shacklebolt knowing there were supposed to be more people joining them.
“That’s the only option we have right now,” answered the wizard, picking another one of his lemon drops.
About ten minutes later Snape and McGonagall entered the room, followed by Mr and Mrs Weasley, Remus Lupin and Padfoot. Seeing that everyone was there, Dumbledore started his greetings.
“As you all know, I decided to re-establish the Order of the Phoenix. I might not have been certain about this before, but after the last events regarding the tournament, I’m sure this was the right decision.”
“Please forgive me, but I have to ask this,” said Shacklebolt. “Are you certain that Severus should be here?”
Snape only snorted and commented, “I guess it’s better to invite an Azkaban inmate on a run.”
Immediately Sirius turned back to his human self and glared at the potions master, but Albus stopped them before they even started arguing. “Please, calm down. Yes, I’m certain about Severus. He joined our side after all. As for Sirius, you all know the real story about what happened in Godric’s Hollow.”
‘Don’t think so, old man,’ Sirius snorted inwardly.
“Those matters aside, Albus, I don’t think our group alone is enough to stand against Voldemort, if he’s truly back,” reasoned Minerva.
“Are we even sure he’s back?” asked Bill. “I understand Pettigrew couldn’t have done all this on his own, but according to Cedric Diggory, he saw only Pettigrew at that place.”
“True, we haven’t seen lord Voldemort revived, but there were too many signs this year to think otherwise,” explained Dumbledore. “We’ll know for sure, when he summons Severus to him. However, we need to be prepared. We have to recruit more people into our ranks. I know Moody will be joining us, as soon as he recovers from his imprisonment, but that’s still not enough.”
“Other matter will be a safe place for meetings,” interrupted Tonks. “Hogwarts is one of the safest places, but people will get suspicious of us meeting here every time.”
“I might have a solution for that,” announced Sirius. “My family house in London is heavily warded and it shouldn’t bring any suspicions on us.”
Dumbledore was surprised at Black’s offer, since he knew the man didn’t like that particular place. However, thinking about it, he decided it was a perfect plan. The Black family’s house had to be strongly protected; he remembered how Sirius’ father was paranoid about strong wards; not to mention, that location gave him perfect opportunity to keep an eye on Black, Weasleys and Harry.
“I accept your offer, Sirius,” he finally announced. “It seems like a perfect place for the Order’s headquarters.”
“I should have the house ready for our meetings in two weeks,” Sirius smiled proud of himself; everything was going according to the plan he came up with his brother and the Dark Lord.
“With that settled, I will contact you about our next meeting and exact location of Sirius’ house. Until then we need to keep the Ministry as far away from Sirius as possible.”
“I’ll take care of that, Albus,” said Shacklebolt.
After that the meeting was over and everyone wanted to leave, but Dumbledore asked Black and the Weasleys to stay a while longer.
“Since you’re the closest people Harry has I wanted to discuss an important matter with you. We all know that he is in grave danger, especially now with Voldemort back.”
“But Albus, we don’t know for sure if he’s back,” interrupted Mrs Weasley.
“I’m afraid that in our current situation it’s better to assume he’s back rather than not,” the headmaster continued. “As such, we need to make sure Harry is safe.”
“That’s why I wanted him to move to my house in London. That’s the safest place possible. Much safer than with those awful Dursleys,” reasoned Sirius.
“That’s out of the question. Harry is protected by blood wards at his aunt’s house,” seeing that Black and Weasleys wanted to protest, he added quickly. ”There is also another matter. I’m afraid Harry might have sort of a connection with Voldemort. I believe, the dark lord will try to get to me and the Order through Harry. Because of this I strongly advise no contact with the boy during summer.”
“Albus, you can’t be serious,” Mr Weasley was so agitated by the suggestion that he stood up from his place; Black had a similar reaction. “You can’t deny him contact with all of us. That’s all he has. Those Muggles he lives with are truly nasty.”
“I fully understand you, Arthur, but in a longer run it’s going to be better that way for Harry and the Order…at least until its necessary to take the boy to the headquarters.”
It took half an hour longer to convince the group to his plan and reasoning, but eventually they agreed. All of them left the office with mixed feelings, but they were going to stick to the Headmaster’s plan.
Sirius apparated to the castle he was currently living in with his brother. The place was a perfect hideout – was conveniently located and warded from both Dumbledore and unwanted Death Eater visits; the only thing disturbing him was the other person, inhabiting the private wing of the castle – Voldemort. It sickened him to think he was living under the same roof with the most vicious dark wizard known to the wizarding world; not to mention, the said wizard killed his friends. The fact that he also risked his life to save Sirius’ child, did
help to some extent, but it still gave Black the unsettling feeling.
The wizard stormed into the castle’s library, hoping to find his brother there, but it seemed no one was there.
“If he’s still mad at me for giving the house to the Order, then he’s out of his mind,” Black muttered to himself, going deeper into the library. “Even his precious Dark Lord agreed that it’s a good idea.”
At that moment he heard some voices behind the bookshelves, so he walked closer and stayed hidden. He saw Regulus standing there with another wizard, whom Sirius hasn’t seen before. The man was around early forties, he assumed; with shoulder length black hair; Sirius couldn’t see his face very well, but it looked like his brother was very familiar with the person.
“Are you still mad about Grimmauld Place?” the unknown wizard asked walking a few steps closer to the other man.
“How can I not be? It’s my ancestors’ home, my home…we should be protecting it, not giving it away to the very person who tried to destroy our family,” Regulus looked the man in the eyes; a mix of anger and pleading clearly visible in them.
“I promised you, I’ll find the strongest spells possible to protect every little secret of the family, from whomever will be visiting that house,” the older wizard wrapped his arms around younger Black’s waist and said lovingly. “I promised you a better, peaceful life…and that’s what I intend to do.”
With utter shock, Sirius realised something Regulus told him a few weeks before; something about the castle they were in. It belonged to the younger Black, who purchased the place during last war, but the private wing of the castle was meant only for their blood relatives and Voldemort.
Seeing that the men haven’t noticed his presence, Sirius hurriedly retreated to his chamber. All the way there he was trying to remember any wizard in his family who could at least slightly resemble the man he just saw with Regulus. However when he reached his bedroom and closed the door behind him, he rushed to the bathroom to wash his face with cold water. He stood there watching his reflection in the mirror and tried to accept the terrifying truth. That couldn’t have been anyone from his family; but that left only one possible answer.
“He was never a fanatical follower…Regulus is his lover,” Sirius finally got the words out of his throat, but he was still too shocked to accept the secret he just discovered. He wondered if the dark wizard was even capable of love, but Regulus seemed absolutely attracted to the man.
Sirius walked out of the bathroom, convincing himself that maybe he was wrong; maybe he just jumped to the conclusion, but in fact it wasn’t Voldemort. After all the man looked normal; he was nothing like the bold, snake like Dark Lord.
His musings were interrupted by an eagle owl tapping on his window. He didn’t recognize the bird, but went to the window and took the letter; it was address to him, but it was neither from Harry nor Dumbledore. Sirius opened the letter and saw the elegant handwriting he hasn’t seen in years.
Sirius,
I can’t believe I’m writing a letter to you after everything that has happened in the past. However it came to my attention that you’re trying to set things right this time and frankly speaking, I’m more concerned about the well-being of your son at the moment.
Draco informed me, your son is forced to stay with Muggles, who aren’t even his family. As the boy’s aunt I feel it’s my duty to look after him until you are officially declared innocent. We will be inviting your son to spend summer with us, at Malfoy Manor. As his parent, you’re of course invited to visit or Floo-call us.
Narcissa
“My sweet cousin,” Sirius laughed to himself. “This is the best news of the day. Not to mention how infuriated Dumbledore will be, when he finds out Harry is not with the Dursleys.”
At the Burrow, the Weasleys were sitting by the table, eating breakfast together.
Since the end of school year, the atmosphere at the house was odd, to say the least. Mr and Mrs Weasley informed their children about Dumbledore’s request not to contact Harry during summer; but even though they all understood the gravity of the situation, they still felt bad for not writing to the poor teen.
Their meal was interrupted by a familiar snow owl flying into the kitchen. Everyone looked at the bird and then exchanged glances. Finally Ron got up and took the letter from Hedwig.
“Mum, please,” he pleaded when he saw another message from Harry. “I won’t tell him anything dangerous. I just want to cheer him up there. His uncle and cousin are being douchebags again.”
“Ronald Weasley, watch your language,” Molly reprimanded her youngest son, took the letter from his hands and hid it in one of the kitchen drawers. “I don’t like this either, but it’s for his own safety.”
“Listen to your mother,” agreed Arthur, even though it was clear he didn’t like Dumbledore’s request either. “If everything goes right, in two
weeks we’ll be moving to London and Hermione will join us.”
“That’s great, but we’re not leaving Harry in that place for entire summer, are we?” asked Ginny, who was especially unhappy about the turn of events; she was counting on spending at least half of the summer with Harry.
“There’s not much we can do about the matter, Ginny,” said Bill, trying to back up his parents.
“We’ll try to get Harry to the Order’s headquarters as soon as the place is ready, but until then we have to stick to Dumbledore’s plan,” explained Mr Weasley.
Seeing that there was no use in pushing the subject, Ron went over to Hedwig, gave her some owl treats and patted on the head, “Go on. Go back to Harry. I still don’t have a return letter for you…unfortunately.”
It has been over a week since he got back on 4 Privet Drive and to be honest he was disappointed more than ever. Before leaving Hogwarts, Sirius promised him, he’d take him away from the Dursleys; also Hermione and Ron nagged him to keep in touch, but so far no one even bothered to contact him. Normally he wasn’t very eager to write letters, but this summer break started badly for him and he needed his friends’ company or at least good word more than ever before.
The moment Harry said goodbye to his friends at King’s Cross and went to the car with Vernon Dursley his summer turned into a nightmare again. Most of the time Dursleys were giving him silent treatment, which wouldn’t be such a bad thing in Harry’s opinion, but that wasn’t the worst part. For some reason both Petunia and Vernon felt offended by the Weasleys lecturing them to take good care of Harry, especially because the boy was injured. That alone caused the Dursleys to throw his trunk into the cupboard and to lock the young wizard in his room. They kept telling him it was for his own good, so that none of his freakish friends would blame them later that he injured himself even more during summer. From Harry’s point of view that was just their way to torment him; he laughed bitterly remembering his years spent in the cupboard under the stairs. This time he had a room of his own, but he was being locked again; they allowed him to get out only to get something to eat and to the bathroom; the rest of the time he was in his private prison, without as much as a school book to read. His only consolation was Hedwig. Harry wrote letters to Ron, Hermione, Sirius and Draco, but none of them replied to him; not even once. He understood it has been only a week or so since they saw each other, but he made it clear in the letters that Dursleys were being a pain in the arse again, and yet no one wrote him back.
One morning, when once again Hedwig came back without any message from his friends, Harry was lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He didn’t have anything better to do; he didn’t have his books, nobody seemed to care about him and he was starting to have a headache because of Dudley. The nasty git seemed to have a time of his life annoying Harry, who couldn’t do anything while being locked in the room. For the past three days or so, Dudley invited his friend, Piers Polkiss, and they kept banging at Harry’s door, spouting insults and laughing like idiots.
“Dudley, piss off you tosser!” he shouted from his bed when he finally couldn’t take it anymore.
When he heard the two idiots snickering outside and then footsteps, Harry just sighed heavily and mentally got ready for uncle Vernon’s visit and lecture on how he should be grateful to them for keeping him in the house. That, however, never happened.
Miraculously, someone rang the bell downstairs and it sounded like they had a guest.
“At least some peace until they remind themselves of my existence,” the teen, uninterested to know who visited them, closed his eyes and tried to stop the growing headache.
About half an hour later, someone walked upstairs and unlocked Harry’s room. The teen sat on the bed, curious to know what was it about this time, because it certainly wasn’t the time for lunch yet.
“Downstairs,” was all he heard from aunt Petunia, right after she opened the door.
“Is something wrong?” he asked uncertain.
“There is plenty wrong with you boy,” she nearly hissed at him. “You’ve got….a guest.”
‘A guest?...Maybe it’s Sirius…or Ron’s family!’ the voice in his head almost squealed in joy; finally he was saved.
He ran down the stairs to the living room, where he saw his aunt walked in. On his way there Harry also noticed his cousin suddenly decided to hide in the kitchen with his friend; Dudley didn’t have very good memories of his encounters with wizards, so he probably preferred to keep distance.
“Ron?” Harry couldn’t contain his happiness and asked before he even got into the room. He stopped immediately in the doorway when he noticed it wasn’t his red haired friend. He saw the most hilarious scene of Vernon and Petunia Dursley sitting on the sofa with a mix of fear and disgust written on their faces; their eyes were throwing daggers at the tall blond teen standing by the fireplace. Seeing Draco Malfoy in a Muggle house was bizarre in itself, but the way he moved around the place to avoid even slightest contact with any of the non-magical objects made the scene absolutely hilarious.
“Disappointed?” asked Draco, turning around to face the dark haired teen. Harry could swear his friend’s expression was saying that he’s going to kill him if he was to stay any minute longer in this place. “I can leave if you prefer to see Weasley.”
“No, not at all,” he smiled brightly and stepped forward into the room. “But what are you doing here? It’s hard to believe you, of all people, would come to visit me
at my place.”
“Our place. This is our home,” interrupted offended Petunia. “You are only staying here for the time being.”
“You call this a home?” Draco muttered repulsed by the wallpaper and countless photographs of a fat boy. Harry had to fought back a laugh realising how much Draco resembled Lucius Malfoy at times. “No, I came here to pick you up.”
“Pick me up? But how? I was told I can’t leave this house until end of August.” the teen looked at the Dursleys for confirmation. “What about Dumbledore?”
“I believe we came to an agreement in that particular matter,” Draco simply sent a look of superiority towards the Muggles, who quickly nodded. “We should take your things and leave then.”
Harry wasn’t sure what has happened before he got downstairs, but he wasn’t going to waste such an opportunity. If everyone else chose not to keep in touch with him then be it; but he was sure going to take Draco’s offer and worry about the consequences later. Besides, knowing his blond friend, Malfoy already had everything planned.
He hurried to his room to get Hedwig; Draco was silently following him, still observing every corner of the house. When they walked into his room, Harry headed to the desk were the owl was sitting in her cage.
“At least they gave you a room for Hedwig,” commented the blond.
“Draco,” said Harry with mild amusement in his voice. “This is my room.”
Malfoy’s eyes opened wide when realisation struck him, “You have got to be kidding me….this place is smaller than my bathroom.”
“Good for you,” Harry laughed picking up the cage and heading towards the stairs. “And here I thought I was lucky to get this room after ten years of living in a cupboard.”
“What was that about the cupboard?” Draco grabbed his arm demanding explanation.
“You’ll see. They’ve locked my trunk in there so we have to go to the cupboard anyway.”
Draco walked few steps behind Harry and watched with horror, how awful this place was. He couldn’t even imagine how anyone could survive in this house, especially someone magical like his friend. The entire family seemed to be offended by Harry’s existence, which didn’t make sense in Draco’s opinion; even if the dark haired teen wasn’t really their nephew, the Dursleys were convinced Harry was related to them and still they treated him poorly. Even the cold and reserved pureblood families didn’t act this way towards they relatives. Thinking about it all, only made him want to leave this place as soon as possible.
Just as Vernon Dursley was opening the cupboard under the stairs to give Harry his trunk, two bulky boys came out of the kitchen and stepped closer to Harry.
“Already leaving us?” mocked the fat boy and tried to push the smaller teen.
“And you must be Dudley,” Draco interrupted coming into the boy’s view.
“Who are you? And how do you know my name?” the tinge of fear in the boy’s eyes only made Malfoy smirk.
“I recognized you by that face…untainted by intelligence,” Draco sneered like he always did when insulting other people. Hearing that, Harry sniggered pulling out his trunk; normally he heard comments like that towards Gryffindors, but this time, he was actually proud of his blond friend and his sharp tongue.
Confusion on Dudley’s face told him the teen didn’t quite understand what Draco said. Instead he moved to Harry and taunted him, “Recalling good old times? This bedroom suited you better, didn’t it? ”
Malfoy glanced into the said cupboard and understood what Harry meant earlier. Those filthy Muggles made him live in this tiny place. Draco was outraged. How could anyone force a wizard to live like this? He has seen enough and there was nothing that would make him stay here any longer. No one had the right to treat his friend and cousin like this.
“Harry,” said the blond; his voice strained. “We’re leaving.”
The black haired teen didn’t really understand what made Draco so angry. Maybe over the years Harry got so used to being taunted that he didn’t even see things the way they looked to someone from outside. All he knew was that he was out of his hated house. He followed the blond, who nervously glanced to the other side of the street.
“Is something wrong?” he asked following Draco’s gaze to Mrs Figg’s house.
“She’s still not there,” the blond rushed Harry down the street. “It’s better if she doesn’t see us. She’s spying on you. Probably for that stupid headmaster.”
“Mrs Figg?” asked Harry completely shocked. “What are you talking about? She’s just a crazy old lady.”
“She’s a squib. I’ve seen her stealing your Daily Prophet for the last week.”
“How would you know that?”
“Because I’ve been trying to get you out of this damn house since the moment I got your letter,” Draco said as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.
“So you haven’t forgotten about me,” Harry was relieved he had the blond right now; without him, he wouldn’t even know Dumbledore told someone to spy on him and keep him cut off from information about the wizarding world.
“Of course I haven’t. Why would I?” asked Draco offended by the assumption and stopped in the middle of a park, where they were perfectly hidden between the trees and bushes. “Besides, I want to spend summer with my cousin and no one is going to stop me from doing so. I just don’t want Dumbledore to know about it…at least not yet.”
One more glance around to see if no one was watching them and the blond took out a silver ring from his pocket.
“What’s that?” asked Harry suspecting it wasn’t just a regular ring.
“It’s a special portkey to get us to my place,” Draco explained and grabbed Harry’s trunk tightly. “You better hold that cage close and we’re getting out of here.”
Next thing Harry knew was the blond saying ‘Malfoy Manor’ and they were suddenly pulled into the darkness. The park in Little Whinging vanished and moments later he felt solid ground; or rather hitting the ground, landing on his arse.
“Don’t worry, we’ll work on your grace,” the dark haired teen wanted to make a sharp comment back, but when he looked up, he saw that after the initial foul mood, Draco was finally smiling and sincere about his offer.
Harry stood up, shook off dirt from his clothes and froze in awe, “Is that what you call home?”
“Exactly. Welcome to Malfoy Manor,” with a proud smirk, that he couldn’t resist, Draco whispered into Harry’s ear. The boy was still too shocked by the size and magnificence of the estate to say anything to his friend. “Oh, and here comes mother. She couldn’t wait to have you as our guest.”
Harry finally got out of his stupor and helped Draco carry the trunk and cage to the front doors of the manor. Just like his friend said, there was Narcissa Malfoy standing in the doorway; with every step closer he could see her face better and he was starting to feel nervous and sick. The only time he saw the woman, was at the Quidditch World Cup and he had to admit it wasn’t the best first impression. Now that he thought about it, he had very bad relations with pretty much every member of Malfoy family and right now he was about to enter their house.
“Don’t worry, my family got to terms about us being friends,” Draco whispered to him, seeing the teen was getting pale. “And since mother confirmed you’re her long lost family member…”
“You’re finally here,” Narcissa interrupted them and held the door open for them to get into the grand foyer of the manor. “I was starting to worry something has happened to you two.”
“We’re fine, mother,” Draco calmed her down and allowed the women to lovingly kiss his forehead. “I just got a bit overwhelmed by the living arrangements Dumbledore made for Harry.”
Mrs Malfoy stopped in front of the black haired boy and cupped his face in her hands; her eyes looked sad and happy at the same time; as if she was on the verge of crying, but she held back her tears. “Now you’re with your family, at last.” She placed the same motherly kiss on Harry’s forehead and said, “I’ll call you for lunch later. Now Draco will show you around…and please make yourself at home.”
“Thank you for letting me stay here, Mrs Malfoy,” he managed to say; the woman merely nodded and walked away.
“Don’t worry. She’s just moved to see you,” the blond smiled and pulled him towards the grand staircase. “I’ll show you your room. The house elves will take care of your trunk and owl.”
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I can assure you there is some serious family drama coming up in the next chapter ;)
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