Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

"You'll be having weekly sessions with Healer Letham, of course."

Harry blinked as he looked up at his mother, who was floating robes into a trunk for him. The trunk had been a surprise, new and gleaming proudly in the middle of his bedroom when he'd woken up. Harry had accepted it—it was brilliant, really, with a lock that only he could touch—but he didn't think he needed that and the new robes Mrs. Malfoy had bought and the eagle-feather quills she was adding to his supplies with a thoughtful curve to her mouth.

"I didn't think that was allowed," Harry said.

"Someone told you that children at Hogwarts can't see Mind-Healers? Who?"

Harry winced a little. Mrs. Malfoy sounded far too interested in that, and he knew that she would pry and pull and treat him like a nut that had to be cracked open if he spent too much time letting her. Healer Letham sometimes felt as if she was doing that, too, but she was allowed.

And Harry didn't have the same confused reaction to her that he did to his family.

"No one. I mean, I didn't think students were allowed to leave the grounds to meet with their families or anyone else during the school year."

Mrs. Malfoy smiled at him and stepped forwards to smooth his hair out. Harry had noticed that her touches had got lighter for a while over the summer, but now they were getting heavier again, as if she wanted to memorize what he felt like before he left for Hogwarts.

Harry wasn't sure if that was an insight he would have had before he started having sessions with Healer Letham. It was—sometimes he didn't like to think about. About the way he was changing from the person he used to be.

"Of course, most of the time that is true," Mrs. Malfoy said. "Hogwarts is meant to teach students some degree of independence from their families and promote friendships within the House. But the Malfoys are not an ordinary family."

"You mean Father bribed someone," Harry said, resigned.

Mrs. Malfoy's eyes still went a little misty when he referred to Mr. Malfoy as Father. Harry didn't know if that was also something he noticed because of his sessions with Healer Letham, or if he would have noticed it before. "Of course he did. He would do anything for you, Henry."

The name flowed easily from her lips now. More and more, Harry had the feeling that she saw him, and not the little boy that Healer Letham said the Malfoys had told stories about to each other and dreamed of when Harry was kidnapped when he was a baby.

By Sirius Black. Who was sane now.

Harry shook his head. Sane, but still running around somewhere, and he hadn't come to the Ministry to try and tell them the truth about Peter Pettigrew. Harry thought he was still trying to hunt Pettigrew down.

Harry himself had written a secret message to the Ministry about Pettigrew that he'd had Dobby smuggle to them. But even though Dobby had assured Harry solemnly that he'd delivered the message, and Harry was sure he had, there'd been no response. Harry wondered whether someone had thought he was lying or mad.

"Henry? Are you listening?"

Harry sighed and blinked up at his mother. "Right. Father bribed someone. So I can go and see Healer Letham on the weekends?"

"Of course. And we'll take you to Hogsmeade for sweets afterwards."

Harry tensed. "Is Draco going to be all right with that?"

"Why wouldn't he be?"

Mrs. Malfoy seemed genuinely bewildered, so Harry tried to explain, even though he wasn't sure that he had the right words. "I mean, my cousin Dudley—the boy I thought was my cousin Dudley—he would be really upset if someone else got something he could have. Draco might want to come for sweets, too. He might want to leave Hogwarts on the weekends, too. And he might be upset if I'm spending time with you and he's not."

His mother's mouth twisted into a hard line. "Draco had us all to himself for twelve years, Henry. I think that he will realize sometimes we want to spend time with one of our sons, not both."

Harry thought what Dudley would be like if he had a brother, and how much Draco had reminded him of Dudley the first time they'd met in Madam Malkin's shop. But he also thought of how much Draco had changed in the last little while, along with their parents, and he didn't say anything.

What did he know about having a brother?

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