Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

Harry blinked. It seemed odd that the Malfoys wouldn't have thought of that, but then again, perhaps Mr. Malfoy had thought it was only Mrs. Malfoy it would let in, or maybe that had been long enough ago that neither of them had thought about it in a long time.

"Thank you, Dobby," Harry said, and looked at Black. "Can you take him over the boundaries and then do something to make sure that he won't come back in?"

Dobby gave him a cowed look. "Dobby cannot be adjusting the wards without permission from Master Lucius, Master Henry."

Henry. Harry listened to the name, and nodded in acknowledgment of it. If he kept nodding, if he kept working with it, then he thought the name would probably transform in his mind.

I won't give up.

"But," Dobby said, and suddenly seemed to perk up, "Dobby can be doing other things!" He faced Black and clapped his hands together, then held them there and closed his eyes. He seemed to be concentrating deeply.

Black abruptly shrieked, and then fainted in his bubble. Harry blinked at him, then at Dobby, who was sitting on the floor and breathing hard. Harry knelt down next to him. "What did you do, Dobby?"

Dobby beamed at him. "Dobby be taking the Black madness away! Now Mr. Black be being sane, and not able to cross the wards!"

Harry stared. "Thank you, Dobby," he said at last. His head was reeling. Were house-elves really that powerful?

Who's ever asked them?

"Please put him somewhere far away from the Manor," Harry said faintly. Dobby jumped up after a minute, nodded so hard that his ears hit him in the face, and then walked over to the window. The bubble floated in front of him, and after a minute, they both disappeared, the bubble dodging out the window and Dobby popping away.

Harry stood there a second longer, thinking about the choice he'd made, holding it to him.

Then he turned around.

And saw Draco sitting up in bed, staring at him.

"Um," Harry said, feeling as awkward as hell. "Hi. How long have you been awake?"

"Long enough to hear Black say that he was innocent of the one crime, but not the worse one," Draco said quietly. He went on studying Harry.

Harry breathed out hard, and tried to ignore the fact that Draco thought that killing a dozen Muggles and running away was less bad than kidnapping him as a baby. Harry hadn't thought of the Muggles part very hard, either, except to think that it meant Black didn't deserve to be in prison. "Yeah."

"And you chose not to go with him." Draco's voice was slightly warmer now.

"Yeah." Harry looked his brother in the eye. "My place is here."

Draco smiled at him, and jumped out of bed to hug him. Harry hugged him back, a little surprised. He'd thought Draco would be more upset than this and demand some sort of reckoning, but it didn't appear that he would.

The door opened then, and Harry looked up, half-convinced it would be Dobby, even though he would have just appeared in the room. But it was Mrs. Malfoy, holding up her lighted wand and frowning at both of them.

"Henry? Draco? One of the house-elves woke us and said there was an intruder that your Dobby took care of?"

"There was," Harry said, and braced himself to look at her, stepping gently away from the hug Draco still wanted to give him. "Black was here."

Mrs. Malfoy looked ill. "And what did he want?"

"He wanted to take me away and use a necromancy ritual to make me into Harry Potter again."

Mrs. Malfoy actually swayed. Harry ran over and grabbed her arm tightly, and then turned her around and made her sit on the bed. Mrs. Malfoy licked her lips and focused on him. "And you chose to not go with him?"

"Henry resisted him, Mother," Draco said proudly. "Even when he was talking rot about being innocent of the crime of killing the Muggles and betraying the Potters. He said he wanted to take Henry away and give him a 'real life,' but Henry said he wanted to stay here."

Mrs. Malfoy looked intently at Harry, her eyes glimmering with soft light. "Is that true, Henry?"

Harry nodded slowly. He wondered for a second if he should tell her about the wards and Black not coming back anymore and the fact that house-elves could probably cure her madness, too, but he could do that later.

There was something more important he wanted to do right now.

He said, "Yes, Mother."

Mrs. Malfoy's eyes were as warm as her arms when she hugged him.

Harry leaned against her, and hugged her back.

He could try. He would try.

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