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Stuck in the Attic
"I have good and bad news." Nakisha tapped her acrylic nails on the breakfast table Her looks were perfect; long lean body clothed in an expensive silk dressed, devoid of straps and showed off perfectly tan shoulders. There was not a hair out of place or a shade of make-up wrongly placed. Her haunting grey eyes flashed over the family as they were inhaling large batches of eggs, toast, bacon, ham, and bagels.
"Bad news?"Eggs went flying from Leon's mouth as he asked, his eyes never leaving his over flowing plate. Jackson nodded in agreement, bring his green eyes up for the barest of seconds to take in the reporter before diving back down to his briefly ignored food.
"Excuse my family, I have been starving them for the past ten years." Lily shot a glare at her husband and sons, before returning her heavy gaze to the reporter. "What is the bad news?"
"We cannot do the hour special." An instant whine rose up from the Potter men, their food temporarily abandoned, there eyes glued to the reporter nibbling on a piece of dry toast.
"Why?" The twin's voice melded to together as they spoke at once with matching tones.
"There is just too much. I called the producers this morning and they all agree that there is no way to squeeze all the footage into a single hour show. So they have decided that they would like to make this a mini-series; the amount of episodes is still being determine." A trademark Malfoy smirk was now planted on the lovely features of Nakisha; her gazed looked on the shocked and amazed expressions of the Potter family. The silence was soon broken by the twins whooping in excitement.
"Were going to be tv stars!" Answered Jackson, standing up and dancing around the dinning hall.
"I take it you approve." An elegant eyebrow was raise while the reporter talked.
"Perfect." James smiled at the woman before reaching out to squeeze his wives delicate hand.
"There is only one more thing. To catch all the wonderful moments I am bringing in another reporter and cameraman. And I decided that since this is going to be a show about a family I wanted my own family to be involved. So my cousin, Draco Malfoy, will be joining us here." There was silence then. The Potters just sat in their expensive seat; except for Jackson who had frozen mid-dance, with food piled high on lavish plates, gawking at the smiling woman. They waited and waited for her to laugh and say she was just joking; that she wasn't going to bring the mortal enemy of the twins into their own house. The laughter never came.
"Meard, are you there?" The voice was soft and light as it floated through the bright kitchen. A short house elf dresses in a Iris pillowcase turned around. The small elf's large blue eyes widen as they took in the small form of Harry that had entered the Potter's kitchen.
"Little Master, what can Meard do for you?" Meard's voice crackled like fall leaves; crisp and warm.
"I was wondering if I could get a few slices of toast or a bagel." Now seated on a low stool, Harry smiled at his only friend. Meard had been the one to take care of him when his parents and forgotten him. She was not a normal house elf; she was smart. Meard held an acute understanding of wizards and how they lived. With her loving care Harry had grown-up with the need knowledge to survive in the wizarding world, plus much more.
"Right away Little Master." The elf was off gathering food, much more then just toast or a bagel. Harry watched with a sigh; he wasn't very hungry. The only reason he even stop to get food was that his friend worried he she didn't see him eat at least three meals a day. He had rather spent his time diving through the many book cases of the manner, learning ancient magic, that was better left forgotten.
Blinking himself back to reality, Harry found a high pile of food growing in front of him.
"I can't eat all this." Shaking her small pointed head Meard pushed a fork into Harry's hand.
"Little Master is much to little. Needs food to put weight on and not get sick." Meard shot Harry a stern look, warning him that he better attempt to put a dent in the pile in front of him, before she wandered back to her task as in the kitchen; vanishing in the large crowd of other kitchen elves.
"Fine." Mumbling the word Harry to a cautious bite of the steaming pile. The food was undoubtably good and it warmed the ignore child to know that someone, if only a house elf cared for his well being.
"Dear cousin,
You're coming to help me. I do not care if you feel that your time is better spent lazing about the manor or riding you over evolved twig. I need another reporter, who isn't going to steal MY light. This is a chance for you to spread your wings and get out of the large shadow of you dear daddy that you love so much, and become a big boy. I expect you at Potter Manor by noon tomorrow. If your not there then certain pictures of a certain blond as a certain ferret will end up in the next Daily Prophet.
With Love,
Nakisha"
Draco Malfoy started at his father with disbelief as Lucius read the plain white letter that had just arrived with a large black owl with a pink bow clipped on its head. Glancing up from the letter Lucius mouthed the word ferret at his son with an sophisticatedly arched eyebrow raised.
"I don't want to talk about it." A grumbling Draco replied. Reaching out a long arm, he snatched the letter from his father and reread it for himself. "She can't do that."
"She can." Lucius walked slowly around his desk, in his office, till he stood in front of his annoyed son.
"You can stop her."
"I could." Shock was written over Draco handsome face. He had expect to hear his father say that it was already done.
"I think that his is an excellent chance for you to mingle with the Potter family, find out something that we can used against them. They have to much power; power that I want." Snatching the note back from his son Lucius gestured for Draco to leave. Before saying;
"Go pack and be ready to leave at 10 am tomorrow."
That's the end of chapter two. If you would be so kind to review I would love you forever and ever and ever and ever.
