Ok, so the start of the great reveal is this chapter, so I'm not going to have a long Author's Note. I just want to say THANK YOU to the brilliant reviewers: lucky333123, JCJ58, Fly On Arrows, Carneu, Toolazytosignin and Joe the Fail (I finally got my five and up reviews bwahahahaha) and all you awesome people who followed or favourited Draco Malfoy.

Toolazytosignin: Well, you'll find out now the start of what's happening and believe me, I'm not a great fan on Amelle as well, though I do know where she's coming from (as her mom who birthed her;) So sorry to keep you waiting, but since I have so few chapters, I'm keeping them a week apart. I hope it has been worth the wait however!

So sorry I'm doing this so late, but Uni just began and the internet over here is screwing with me, but I finally threatened it into submission:P

Enjoy!

Chapter 4

Potter's eyes was dull and without life, but Teddy seemed to be brimming with excitement. As the small boy bounced in place besides Potter, the dark-haired man turned to look at the boy and Draco could see the ghost of a smile on his lips. As his gaze trailed over the impossible photo, he noticed a window in the background, looking over the back of the Potter gardens, smashing his hope that the photo was taken somewhere else and that Potter was visiting Teddy without Amelle's knowledge. Of course, she could still be ignorant, Draco could see Potter knowing of secret passageways and never telling her, but something inside him scoffed at that thought. Amelle was too shrewd to not notice an uninvited visitor in her house and she paid too much attention to Teddy for the small boy to manage to hide this from her. Besides, there seemed to be something wrong with Potter. If it wasn't for the small movements the man made, he would have thought he was a corpse. He was certainly pale and thin enough to pull it off. Now that Draco looked closer, he could see the dark shadows beneath the red-rimmed eyes, the gaunt cheeks and straggly hair. Potter's bottom lip showed dark patches from where he had chewed it, causing Draco to wonder whether teddy learned the habit from Granger after all. The man in the photo twitched every now and then, abrupt cut-off movements that made him look as if he had to go to the bathroom. The question still stood, however, of what Potter was doing in England, since he was supposed to be travelling without a care in the world, like the brash Gryffindor he was.

Suddenly Draco remembered all the odd noises he heard and disregarded over the months, the times Amelle seemed ruffled and harried. He remembered all the times a house elf had called her, causing her to leave to deal with urgent business. At this train of thought, another moment popped into his head. Teddy, looking exactly like Potter and Amelle's reaction to it. Granger's suspicions and theories, along with the strange room Teddy disappeared into all the while. Draco sat down hard on the carpet, his mind spinning around in confusion and hesitant revelation. Potter had to be in the house. But… Why? Why would Amelle want people to think that the Boy Who Lived had run away? Why was Potter allowing people to think that? The Potter he remembered would never stand for it, in fact, he was too magically powerful for anyone to be able to tame him. Well, the git was maybe not the strongest wizard ever and he knew there were people magically stronger, but Amelle definitely wasn't one of them. For all her political power and social standing, she was relatively weak magic-wise. Draco had trained himself to feel a witch or wizard's magic in the months that Voldemort had inhabited his house. It had helped to deduce when one of the Death Eaters or Voldemort himself was in a dangerous mood, since their magic spiked or built up, alerting him to their foul or sadistic disposition.

Amelle was always a bit below average, with Draco and Teddy's magic being stronger than hers, though with teddy it was more because of the wild edge he had gotten due to his father being a werewolf. If it was true and Amelle is somehow keeping Potter prisoner, he could understand how Teddy couldn't fight back, since he had no control over his magic yet, but Potter? Potter should have been able to resist easily. Despite his non-interference rule he made for himself, Draco couldn't help but be intrigued. His curiosity always took precedence where Potter was concerned. It was one of the reasons he had met Amelle in the first place, her connection to Potter as his wife intriguing him. He had wondered what sort of woman could convince a gay Potter to marry her and his curiosity had led him by the nose right to the small shop where they met. Now it was again peeking its head, determined to get to the bottom of this mystery. And what better time than the present? Draco would have waited if he thought it too risky, but it wasn't every day that Amelle took a small headache potion mixed with a light sleeping draught to help her relieve her stress and actually sleep through the night. Teddy was also sound asleep and most of the house elves listened to him after Teddy told them to treat him like they treated Teddy, which was like the master of the house.

Draco had noticed that most of the elves also preferred Teddy above Amelle, though they weren't so open in their distaste, but the sneaked snacks when Amelle had explicitly told them not too was quite telling. At the time, he had reasoned that they were Potter's elves for two years and probably influenced by Granger's ridiculous campaign of House Elf Welfare, but now he couldn't help but think it might be something else. Like the fact that the Mistress was imprisoning their Master.

Standing up abruptly, he placed the photo back in the album and made his way out of the room, never noticing the small boy stirring sleepily behind him. He strode down the hallway, determined to this time make it all the way up the stairs and see what lied beyond it, even if he was sure he knew exactly what he would find. Arriving in front of the non-descript door, he glanced around, feeling no wards around the entrance. Opening it slowly he started to climb the stairs, cringing at every creak the old wood made. His heart was thudding in his ears and he swallowed heavily as he climbed further into the gloom. Taking out his wand, he whispered 'lumos' and the eerie off-white light illuminated the narrow staircase. Ascending higher and higher, he squinted to see anything beyond the light his wand gave off, but the darkness swallowed any clue as to where the flight of stairs led. Finally, after what felt like forever, but was actually only about a minute, he came upon a door, where he could feel the heavy residue of dark magic hanging. Stopping in his tracks, he cast some of the more obscure diagnostic charms he had learned in the Malfoy Manor's library, determined to never touch an item that could have been cursed by one of the Death Eaters. It had been a particular habit of his uncle Rodolphus to curse everyday items and watch the unsuspecting inhabitant tortured when they touched it. Of course, Voldemort had found it too amusing to stop it and Draco had been forced to become a quick study in diagnostic charms.

His charm revealed a mind-altering curse, one that worked on a person's ignorance and twisted their thoughts away from the room beyond and so from the staircase. However, the curse's fatal flaw was that it depended on the victim having no knowledge of what lied beyond the door. If he had just been curious about what was in the room behind the door, his thoughts would have been redirected. However, since he had detailed knowledge of what he would find behind this door, the curse could not twist his thoughts away. It proved beyond a doubt that his suspicions were true, since he hadn't been distracted from his quest of finding out what lied beyond the door with false suspicions. Draco himself knew of various other curses more fit to hide someone or change thoughts, but he could see the arrogance of Amelle in this curse, her belief that no one would ever find out her guilty secret. Sure, Granger and Weasley had suspected and the Aurors had searched the house, but unless they had been 100% sure Potter was behind this particular door, their thoughts would have been redirected.

Taking one last glance down the gloom of the stairs, he whispered 'alohomora' and pushed the groaning door open, stepping inside the gloomy room. It looked entirely normal, with a big four-poster bed in the middle and a small window across it. A rickety wooden chair stood next to the bed and a magnificent tapestry depicting a single tower with a dragon curled around it hung on the wall opposite the bed. Looking around, he noticed the thin layer of dust on the furniture. It looked for all the world as if it hadn't been disturbed in years, with no footprints marring the dusty floor. However, Draco, having trained himself to notice magic, could feel the faint whiff of magic coming from the tapestry. Casting his diagnostic charms, he saw that there was an everlasting-dust hex on the tapestry and room, to make people think the room was abandoned. Sure enough, as he crossed the room, he left no footprints behind and soon he stood in front of the colourful work of art.

He examined the scene, reminded of the storybook Teddy had pushed into his lap one evening, telling the tale of a princess locked in a tower that was guarded by a dragon. He had presumed the book came from Granger, since the muggleborn would surely give his cousin muggle fairy tales to read. He had promptly gone out the next day to buy a book on wizarding tales, which he had proceeded to read to Teddy that night. But wait, he was getting off base. Sweeping the tapestry out of the way, he frowned at the smooth expanse of wood behind it. He could feel the shimmer of magic there, but he wasn't sure how to breach it. He remembered the Room of Requirement in Hogwarts and tried walking back and forth thinking about his desire to see Potter, but the wood remained frustratingly unblemished. He cast every manner of revealing charms, but nothing showed up. He even tried saying random words out loud, in the hope that it was password related. Despite naming everything he knew was important to Amelle and Teddy, nothing worked and the wooden wall remained a wall. He had made sure early on the tapestry wasn't like platform nine-and-three-quarters that you just stepped through and he was running out of ideas.

Collapsing into the wobbly chair, Draco rested his chin on his hand and glared at the tapestry. His mind was running over various possibilities, but he couldn't seem to get one that worked. Standing up again, he ran his hands over the wood, searching for a groove that could act as a keyhole, but no such luck. Scrutinizing the tapestry closely, he searched for any clue as to how the doorway worked, but the puffing of the dragon continued to sleep peacefully, with smoke billowing from its nostrils every now and then. Sighing exasperatedly, he was just contemplating blasting through the wood, consequences be damned, when a creak from behind had him whirling about, his wand whipping up. Teddy's frightened eyes gazed into his, his small body cringing behind the open doorway. His hands were clutching his pyjama top and Draco exhaled noisily, trying to calm his racing heart. For a moment, he had thought Amelle had inexplicably waken up and his heart had almost jumped out of his chest. It was only his own considerable experience in battle that had prevented him from squeaking and jumping a foot in the air. As his eyes closed in relief for a second, the small trembling voice of his cousin filtered into his ears.

"You won't get it open that way… It only opens for me or her." Draco blinked, trying very hard not to rush to the boy and demanding what he meant, knowing it would scare the small metamorphmagus. Draco kneeled, ignoring the dust he knew was coating his trousers and opened his arms. This seemed to be the signal Teddy was waiting for, for he rushed forwards, throwing himself in Draco's arms. He enfolded the tiny body in his embrace, breathing in his comforting scent. Carding his fingers through the ruffled deep blue locks, he felt his cousin relax and he smiled softly. Pulling back, he looked into anxious amber eyes, smiling to show the boy he wasn't mad at him, though why the boy would think that was beyond him. Or wait, he had just pointed his wand at him in a threatening manner. No wonder he seemed so frightened. Sighing, he turned his attention back to Teddy.

"Teddy, what did you mean, when you said the door only opens for you or her?" The little boy chewed his lip, his eyes flickering back and forth between Draco, the tapestry and the open doorway. Finally, he took a deep breath, his voice sounding small and shaky. "Aunt Amelle said I shouldn't ever tell people, especially not you… But you're my cousin and you're nice to me… You take me to Play Parks and do fun things with me…" Draco stayed silent, not willing to force the boy he had come to love like a son to tell him something that Amelle had forbidden him. Glancing towards the door one last time, he seemed to straighten his shoulders, turning burning eyes on Draco. The Slytherin felt pinned by that uncharacteristically serious gaze, feeling as if the boy was staring into his soul. He seemed to have passed some test, as Teddy opened his mouth and whispered softly.

"You know who is there, right? Why else would you be here? Aunt Amelle once told me that no one can ever find this room, because she had magicked it so. She also told me that only she can go through the door and that I shouldn't go there, because I could get hurt. But… One day, when I was four, I was playing in Uncle Harry's old room and I found his Hogwarts trunk beneath the bed. In it was his cloak that makes you invisible. I knew about it, because uncle Ron had always told me about the trouble he and uncle Harry had made with that cloak. So when I found it, I used it to follow Aunt Amelle one time, to slip into the room while she opened the door. After she left, I finally took it off, to explore the room. I had hid after she entered the room, not wanting her to find me, so I didn't see everything in the room, only heard strange noises. When I explored the room, I saw someone sleeping in the corner…" Teddy stopped speaking and Draco was once again struck by how mature the six year old acted. He was not surprised the boy had to grow up quickly, knowing what he did now.

"It was uncle Harry," Draco was ripped out of his musings as Teddy continued, "but he was different. All the photos I saw showed him laughing and alive, but this uncle Harry didn't know me. When he woke up, I was scared, because he looked as if he was going to attack me. But… he didn't. Instead he watched me and after I realised he wasn't going to do anything, I went closer, trying to talk to him and even if he never talks back, I know he listens. When I had to leave, I was so sad, because I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to sneak back in. It was then that uncle Harry looked at me and seemed to see that I was sad, because he tried to hug me, though he wasn't very good at it. When he tried to hug me, my phoenix I had gotten from him when I was a baby fell out of my pocket. I think he recognized it, because he picked it up and seemed to stare at it. Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light and when he gave it back to me, he pointed to the door. I didn't know it, but he had made it that if I had the phoenix on me, I could go through the door. I don't know how he did it, but I can visit him whenever I want. When aunt Amelle had found out I was visiting uncle Harry, she was very angry." Teddy's voice was so low that Draco had to strain to hear him, hoping that Amelle had not hurt his young cousin in her anger. He was relieved when he heard the boy's next words however.

"But she never knew how I got inside, so she couldn't stop me, no matter how hard she tried. She made a deal with me. If I didn't tell anybody about uncle Harry, then she wouldn't kill him and I could visit him. That's why she doesn't like me to be without her. She doesn't want me to tell anyone. She had warned me not to tell you that day you took me to the Play Park, otherwise she would hurt uncle Harry. But now you found out, without me telling you and maybe she's gonna hurt uncle Harry now and then it would be all my fault!..." Draco pulled Teddy back into his embrace, soothing the sobbing boy as he felt anger bubbling beneath the surface. He might have started to care for Amelle as a friend, but no stupid psychotic bitch could threaten his cousin and get away with it! He didn't understand why Potter allowed this to happen. After all, the man could apparently still do magic beyond what Amelle knows, so why didn't he simply break out? It didn't make sense to the blond man, but he would soon enough find out the answer. After a seeming age, Teddy's sobs grew quitter, his body shaking with the occasional hiccup. Rubbing his back, the pale man sought for the right words as he cradled the frail boy in his arms.

"Don't worry, my little cousin, I will not let Amelle find out that I know about uncle Harry. It will be our little secret all right? I will try to help your uncle, to get him and you away from Amelle, but for me to do that, you need to pretend as if I don't know about this. It is going to take time to find a solution to all of this, so you need to act as normal as possible ok." The greyish-blue locks bobbed as the boy nodded, clinging to his shirt tighter for a second, before letting go. Wiping at his red eyes, he smiled timidly, causing Draco's heart to warm, before taking Draco's hand. Standing up, the man followed the boy to the tapestry. The young metamorphmagus peeked back at him, before he stepped through the tapestry as if it wasn't there. As his hand was still cradling the smaller one, he stepped after the boy, feeling as if he passed through a veil of water, without the wetness that accompanied water normally.

Opening his eyes that he had unconsciously closed, he curiously looked around. The room was small, but not claustrophobic. There was a fireplace crackling merrily in one corner, with a small bed in the opposite corner. A couch sat in front of the fireplace, with toys crammed into a chest next to it. He recognized some of Teddy's toys that he thought the boy had lost, including the miniature dragon. Obviously the boy had wanted to show them to his uncle. The walls were bare and the bookcase that stood against the wall next to the doorway was lined with thick dust. Obviously, the books were never touched and he absently wondered why. If he was locked away in a room, he would want to read something to pass the time. Not that he would ever allow himself to be locked away, but still. Near the fireplace, there was an ancient house elf sitting in a sturdy rocking chair, knitting contently. That changed as soon as she saw them.

"Oh, Master Teddy, you should not be here so late, Mistress would be-Master Teddy! What is Master's Dragon doing here?! Mistress would be so angry at Binky! Master knows no one may come here!" The house elf named Binky was wailing as she wrung her ears, overcome with panic at the sight of Draco. "Oh, Mistress would make Binky boil her hands and then give her clothes! Oh, Mistress, Mistress, Binky is sorry!" Teddy jumped forward and said in a voice much sharper than Draco had heard before, "Binky, I forbid you to tell Aunt Amelle that I brought Draco here! She must not know Cousin Draco came here, ok! Draco is going to help uncle Harry, so you must treat him as if he is Master Draco, ok. This is very important Binky." Binky blinked her big, round eyes, tears flowing thickly from them. Draco thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, from beyond the bed, but he had to focus on the mad house elf that may or may not tell Amelle he had been here and he delegated it to the back of his mind.

Binky wrung her hands for another second, before her ears seemed to wilt and she muttered just hard enough for Draco to hear. "Binky not being here tonight. Binky not sees anything, doesn't know that Master Draco is in Master Harry Potter's room. Binky was being sleeping." And with that, the house elf promptly departed with a crack, leaving silence behind. Draco let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, before he smiled at Teddy. Walking over, he placed his hands on the tiny boy's shoulders. "Well, that went-" A snarl interrupted him mid-speech and he swung around in time to see something leap from the direction of the bed, teeth and crazed eyes flashing in the firelight. Yelping, he scrambled away, trying to drag Teddy with him, only to freeze in terror as he felt the amber-eyed boy ripped out of his hands. His eyes widened as he saw a dark blur jump back over the bed to crouch behind it. Blood rushed through his veins as he felt adrenalin pumping through him at the thought of Teddy being mauled by a wild animal, never mind how the creature got into the room in the first place. All thought was wiped from his mind in the panic he felt for his cousin, causing him to forget why he was here in the first place. Flicking his wand, he brightened the room painfully, to eradicate all shadows and to locate the beast that had kidnapped his cousin.

Instead he looked fast into demented emerald eyes, set in a gaunt face. His lips were pulled back in a snarl, his hair matted and greasy around the pale face. Harry Potter sat huddling behind the bed, cradling Teddy protectively as he growled threateningly at Draco, his eyes devoid of any human intelligence.

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DUM DUM DUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! Well, I will be suuuuuper excited to hear what you think, everything will be explained in the next chapter, for those who isn't sure what is going on. I'm still interested if anyone can guess what book it's based on, since it's a super famous book and I've just given the biggest hint in the universe in this chapter. Explanations next Tuesday dearies