Note: Now, the obligatory note. Last time we had Christmas with the Potters, we found out that Arthur Weasley died, Ron and Hermione are traveling, and Malfoy is at the Burrow. Now it's time to find out why.
"Ah, Potter. It's about time you got here. Listen I—"
Harry drew his wand and leveled it at Malfoy's face. "Mrs. Weasley, what's he doing here?"
Malfoy put his hands up in surrender as she explained. "Draco here came to see how to reach you. Seeing as your home address is held by a secret-keeper, he came to me to wait for you. He wants to see his father."
Malfoy stood up. "You see, Potter, I thought that maybe you'd let me see him. It is the holidays…"
"WHAT DO YOU CARE ABOUT THE HOLIDAYS?!" Harry bellowed, sparks flying from his wand. "Second year, you would've let someone die sooner than you'd crack a smile!"
Draco gaped at him. "But…but that was over 20 years ago! You wouldn't really keep my family apart for that, would you?"
"Last I checked, your dad was a convicted Death Eater. You know when I last checked? The other day, before I got home from work. And you? You played a part in Dumbledore's death! See your dad? I ought to chuck your whole lot in there with him."
Malfoy stood, rooted in place with shock. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley looked livid. James and Albus looked very confused.
"Dad," James asked, "what's going on? Why can't Draco see his dad? Scorpio and I get on alright, so he can't have been that bad, could he?"
Harry rounded on him so quick a flash from his wand destroyed a flowerpot. He noticed this and dropped his wand in horror.
"Draco, I…I'm sorry, that was way out of line. But the Ministry isn't open right now. The most I can do is write you an unofficial visitor's pass to Azkaban and hope the dementors don't bother you. Would that help you any?"
Malfoy looked as though he wanted to hug him…for about half a second. Then he collected himself and nodded. "Thanks you Po—Harry. That you, Harry." He turned to apparate, then stopped and said, "Happy Christmas, everyone."
Once he was gone, Ginny rounded on Harry, looking almost as fearsome as an angry Veela. "What the hell was that?!"
Harry staggered back, caught off guard by her fierce anger. "What do you mean?"
Ginny was now shaking with anger. "What do you mean 'what do I mean'? You attacked him about something that happened, what, 26 years ago? And then you almost destroyed our son! What the bloody hell do you THINK I mean?!" she shrieked. Then she threw her bag at him and ran upstairs to her old room.
Once she was gone, Harry looked around at everyone apologetically. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Weasley, I don't know what's come over me today. It was like that at home, too. All these memories…what should I do?"
Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips at him, and then said, "Well, first off, go apologize to her! Then, perhaps talking to Ron and Hermione will help you?"
His face lit up. "Really? How?"
She chuckled lightly then jerked her thumb at the fireplace. "Did you forget about the Floo Network again, dear?"