Nemesis or Lovers?
"Harry, my dear how have you been? I've been sick worried of you the entire time and pardon me boy but I really do think you have shrunken yourself into a malnourished deer over the period of just two days." Mrs. Weasley's voice scooted over the entire dungeons as she hurriedly made her way towards Harry who had just flooed himself down the dungeons along with his godfather Sirius and Remus. Sirius snickered at that comment making Molly Weasley shoot a deadly glare at him. She knew it was a reckless idea to let Harry out of her sight along with Sirius and Remus even tough it was barely for two days. Remus smiled broadly at Molly as he and Harry exchanged rather amused expressions at Sirius's funny face.
"Uh, I'm spectacular Mrs. Weasley, thank you." said Harry while trying to brush off the dust from his mop of unruly hair and maroon sweatshirt that he had been wearing. He found Remus do the same behind him and a sense of happiness fluttered within him to think of his Godfather being just like him in so many ways that he had lately realized, this being one more moment of that.
He had been staying with Sirius and Remus the entire summer at the dungeons along with the Weasleys after the Battle of Hogwarts was fought and Harry had defeated the so-called Drak Lord, Voldemort. With Voldemort gone and the dark side fallen, Hogwarts had truly breathed the air of relief after so long. And to the whole wizarding world Harry Potter was their savior, the-boy-who-lived-twice. With the fall of the Dark Lord, all of his little minions that swore to call themselves as Death Eaters had been captured and sent to Azkaban by the Ministry. Bellatrix had been killed in the war along with her lover, Voldemort and somehow Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy had met the same fate.
The next day Day edition of Daily Prophet held the news in a very grand way entitling Harry as THE GOLDEN BOY that saved the wizarding world and apparently became God to the wizarding community. The Daily Prophet had also stated that there had been clearance of all the suspected Death Eaters from the community and their world was once again safe. Though one tiny bit of news had stuck Harry right in the nerve that stated the Malfoy's dead and an end to their family tree.
Has the whole Malfoy family been killed? Has he been killed? Harry had shruddered at the thought.
Was Draco Malfoy dead?
For a few days after the battle had been won, Harry had to stay at Hogwarts because he had no proper family to return to. Ofcourse Molly and Arthur were more than eager to willingly accept Harry as their adopted child but something with that proposal didn't quite seem appealing to Harry. Though he did love the Weasleys and was heartily gratified, he did not feel quite ready to be an official part of their family, not yet. That was just when Sirius and Remus had shown up and declared Harry as their adopted son. Harry had never in his whole life felt happier than he did at that moment. He had willingly moved in with Sirius and Remus at 12, Grimmauld Place. But they had spent almost the entire summer staying at the dungeons with the Weasleys on Molly's request. It was later the month when Sirius had suggested that they should probably take a break and go to their own home for a while. And right now that was just from where they had returned.
Harry glanced around the dungeon's room to spot Ron, Ginny, Fred, George and ofcourse Hermione. He had been expecting to see them first thing when he had flooed down and he wanted nothing more than to hug his best friends and let the feeling of home sink in his bones. He somehow knew Hermione would be there too, being Ron's girlfriend and everything, but also he knew Hermione would never miss the chance of being with the Weasleys. Neither would he. Harry smiled at the thought and looked around him again to find his little group of buddies. They were no where to be seen. He raised a keen eyebrow towards Arthur Weasley who was standing just behind Molly and as if he knew what Harry was gesturing about he spoke on que- "Ah, Harry, Ron has just gone to Diagon Alley along with Hermione and Ginny to buy out their school supplies for the upcoming year. And Freddy and Georgey are accompanying them. Well we were not quite sure when you would be arriving back here so Molly insisted them to be through with their shopping as soon as possible."
Harry nodded. Hogwarts had officially allowed the students of seventh-year to rejoin the school for their eighth year reviewing the events that lead to the disruption of their academic year. Harry had been invited to join too. Although Ron, Hermione and Ginny had happily accepted their invitations and pleaded harry to come, he had declined the invitation in order to organize his new-voldemort-and-all-his-dark-fears-free life and spend more of his time with his new family. Sirius and Remus had been understanding and approved of Harry's decision. Harry smiled back at Arthur. Then he turned around to walk into the kitchen when he realized his little stomach was being grumpy, again.
Biting down on Molly Weasley's deliciously baked pancakes Harry let his mind wander.
The summer had been quite eventful with celebrations for their victory over the dark side to Harry finally being able to have a proper family with his Godfathers to the opening of the twin's own shop down at Diagon Alley 'The Weasleys Wizarding Weezes' to Ron's proposal for Hermione. All had been well.
Yet there was something missing. Harry was extremely happy about his new found life but he felt a small hole bored into his chest the moment he had heard the news. The news of The Malfoy heirloom all dead. He knew it was a good thing that the world was now free from the paws of evil and vicious Lucius Malfoy but he also regretted the death of Narcissa. She had saved his life at the war. And he felt a pang of guilt down in his heart for not being able to save her life back. Yet there was something more than guilt that enveloped his mind everytime he let it wander around a particular Malfoy. He had shuddered at the news of Draco Malfoy being dead. He had felt pain and gloom and an unpleasant wave of an unknowing emotion. Agony? He never knew he could feel anything like that for anyone in his life, and feeling that for Draco Malfoy was out of question. Still, he had felt it. He remembered a stray tear that had fallen down his cheek when he had vividly imagined green jolts of the killing curse that would have snatched him of his life. Cold shivers of fear and pain had ran down his spine on those mere images his mind had made. Could he possibly feel that way for his arched nemesis? More than that, should he let those feelings creep in his being? He did not know. But nevertheless he always found himself cradled in those thoughts.
Was Draco Malfoy really dead? He can't be. He shouldn't be.