CHAPTER SIX:
Visions and Telepathy

Narcissa Malfoy smiles gently to the kids Draco have given her to care. Both Scorpius and Syl were looking disheveled and sleepy. Even Scorpius was drooling when Draco picked him up and let his mother carried the little sleeping girl.

"You drool too much, son," Draco said, smiling.

"What makes you come so early, darling?" Narcissa asked, confused with her son. It was 6 in the morning, and Draco never put his kid(s) into the Manor this early. "You're lucky I always wake up earlier than the sun."

Draco chuckled. "Blaise called me. He wants to discuss the report he has made. I don't want to make him wait… sort of that."

Narcissa frowned, sensing something wrong in her son's words. But who was she not to believe him? "Well… alright then. Send my love to my godson."

"Will do. Blaise misses you and Dad so much, you know."

Narcissa just nodded as they put the sleeping kid on Scorpius' bed in the Manor. The bed was huge and fitted the two little children. Draco smiled when his mother kissed him on the cheek.

"When will you take them?"

"Maybe this afternoon. I don't know when the research ends. Will call, don't fret."

Narcissa's smile widened. "Be careful, darling." She walked with her son to his car. Draco kissed her cheeks and let her kissed his head before he went in to the car. "And have fun."

"Mom, this is work. Not recreation."

Narcissa laughed, followed by Draco. "You can have fun in your work, darling."

"Whatever you like, Mom," he said without rudeness in his voice. "Need to go. See you, Mom. Send my love to Dad and tell the kids that I'll be back later."

"Goodbye, darling." Narcissa waved until the car was gone from her sight. She sighed. It just like when Draco left the Manor for the first time, several days after he married Astoria. She remembered that Lucius and her had stood in the place she was standing, looked to the same car until it was lost from their sights.

And now, several hours after Draco left, both Syl and Scorpius are playing together. Lucius already told her that Syl is Astoria's niece, and is given to Draco for care. She doesn't know why, but she feels that something is not right.

The blonde middle-aged woman examines the brunette girl as the said girl plays with the blonde boy. She knows that Syl is a silent girl, but she can be playful. And when she puts her blank expression, she begins to babble. Oddly, when she babbles, her words are beyond a five and half year old ability to speak. She will sound like a seven year old, or maybe older. But when she's back to 'normal' her way of speaking is just like Scorpius'.

Narcissa doesn't realize that her grandson is pulling her robe slowly. She snaps from her mind and asks softly, "What's wrong, dear?"

Scorpius just points to the place Syl is sitting. Narcissa has to frown. Syl is holding a pen, the same one as yesterday, and a piece of paper. Her mouth is muttering something inaudibly. Scorpius copies his grandma's frown and slowly they make their way to the sofa where Syl is sitting. Narcissa sits on the right side of her, and Scorpius sits on the left.

"Syl?" Narcissa asks. "What is it?"

Syl is muttering something, and Narcissa has to strain her hearing. But finally she can hear what the little girl is saying.

"Mommy healing. Three kids coming. A redhead angry. Daddy furious."

After Narcissa and Scorpius hear her, she releases her grip on the pen and the paper. Only it isn't a paper. Narcissa takes the photo and is surprised when she hears that Syl is laughing happily, back to her normal self. Scorpius, too small to understand, begins to laugh too, and Narcissa lets them play again.

She examines the photo. Three little kids, two little boys and a baby girl; are staring back at her, grinning. She doesn't know any of these kids, especially the smallest boy who sits on the right. He has a black messy hair and green eyes.

He looks like Potter, Draco's enemy. Narcissa shakes her head. No, not enemy. Draco has told her about the day they reunite, and she knows that Draco doesn't hate him anymore. But what do this kid has to do with Syl, or Draco? Where did she get it?

She flips the photo, and reads the names which have been written with a messy handwriting.

POTTER JUNIORS
Left to right: James Sirius, Lily Luna, and Albus Severus
X'mas Day, London 2007

So this is Potter's family. She frowns when she remembers 'a redhead angry'. Could it be James or the baby, Lily? She shakes her head. Why would they? She scratch her un-itchy head, her frown deepens. Realizes that she won't find anything more, she looks at the pen.

The pen's color is green, a shade of green that Draco loves. Whose it is? Narcissa doesn't have to wait. She looks at a line of initial on its body, carved in silver, small letters.

H. J. P

She sighs, but a name appears in her mind and she knows whose it is. No wrong, this pen belongs to Harry James Potter. She is shocked when the pen suddenly falls from her hand and rolls to Syl's place. The girl takes it and grips it.

Now, Narcissa thinks. She will babble again. She will. She will!

But her hopes are turned down as Syl just grips it tightly, her lips unmoving. Scorpius glances uncertainly at her and Narcissa, but he runs away when he hears Lucius calls his name from the other room. Narcissa will not be surprised if Scorpius is horrified; this is also a scary matter for her too. But she almost doesn't see him, her eyes are fixing to the girl who sits on the floor, closes her eyes and Narcissa can feel a wave of energy flows out the window.

When Harry wakes up he is shocked when he finds himself tucked safely on his own bed. He rises, and realizes that his body is not really sore anymore.

But what happened? Who was taking care of him?

Then his mind stops at Malfoy. Malfoy, taking care of him? Impossible. He looks at his arms, his feet. They are tidily bandaged, as if a doctor already came just to cure him.

Maybe there was no doctor.his mind says.

"What do you mean?" Harry asks confusedly. He massages his temples. He must be mad, even his mind is begging to differ with his…conclusion.

Maybe your neighbor doesn't hate you anymore.

"You're joking, right? Malfoy hates me."

I beg to differ. the voice says seriously. He cares for you.

"Malfoy?" Harry laughs mirthlessly. "I don't think so. That git hates me with a passion."

Admit it. You both are in denial, believe me that you both are.

Harry keeps silent. Maybe if he keeps silent, the voice will finally stops taunting him…

Speak, Harry. Your neighbor cares for you.

…or not. "I don't know."

Oh, but you know, Harry. He was concerned when you were invited with the Minister. He didn't want to touch you…

"It's because he despises me!"

The voice continues, as if Harry didn't say anything. …and he didn't let his friends touch you as well. But he gave you what you needed at that time. Believe me when I say that he healed you last night. And you call him uncaring?

"No! It's because…"

Care to share?

"I have no guts to tell him."

You even hasn't admit it to yourself yet, let alone to him. Just admit it. To me.

"He will hate me more. Nobody wants a whore like me. Even Ginny."
Harry feels his tears running on his cheeks, but he doesn't care. He buries his face in his pillow, as if Malfoy would hear him if he doesn't.

I don't think he will hate you. He has over that time. And Weasley is a bitch.

Harry chuckles sadly. "Maybe you're right."

If I'm right, go admit it. Just say it. No one will hear you, and I assure you, Malfoy won't have any idea.

"If I admit it, can you please shut up?" Harry massages his forehead. His headache is back, thanks to his own mind. And also there's the confusion, the denial. All of it mixes into one in Harry's mind and heart.

Yes. I don't like taunting my owner. But please, Harry, I'm your mind, I know everything. Don't deny it to yourself. It won't do any good.

"I…" Harry closes his eyes, but tears still coming from them. "I'm in love with Draco Malfoy."

THERE! Now it's time to tell you about Syldavia/ Syl/ Sylvia Malfoy (whatever). Yes, she's a seer (it's my penname! XD), Narcissa is smart to conclude this on her own. If she holds something, she will know that if the owner is in danger or if something is happening to him or her.

She's also a telepathist, and it was she who was talking with Draco (chap. 3) and Harry (this chap). She manipulates people by changing her 'voice' with their own so it sounds like the owner's mind is speaking.

She wants Harry and Draco together, obviously. And if she pokes their mind, maybe they will admit things that they deny. Wow, that sounds too old to a five and half year old!

This chap is for people who read, faved, and commented. Especially mochiusagi on , Jai and ThatSwedishGirl on dA. I love you all, and thanks for the kind words!

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