Chapter Six
Draco and Harry discussed Quidditch late into the night. Harry had been given an ornate four poster bed, identical to Draco's own, that had been conjured in Draco's palatial bedroom. Harry calculated that the whole of number four Privet Drive could have fitted into Draco's bedroom quite comfortably. The four posters were hung with dark green velvet drapes and the wood of their frames had writing serpents carved into them.
"So let's get this straight Malfoy," said Harry, "in Quidditch it is the Seeker that gets the Snitch, and that scores 150 points as well as winning the game... so all the points the other players can earn is pocket change by comparison?"
"About right," Draco acquiesced. "I could play Seeker, but you would always be chosen for the position before me." He sighed. Harry decided to shift the subject.
"About these wands," he said, "it's great to get them as a kind of coming of age thing. Though the old man who sells them is a bit creepy."
"Ollivander? Yes, he is creepy," agreed Draco. "My wand has a unicorn tail hair," he said, holding it aloft. The wand emitted a faint silvery glow.
"I would like to see a unicorn someday," said Harry. "Mr Ollivander certainly likes going on about former customers, doesn't he?"
"You bet he does," said Draco, "it must be a sales pitch. He was eager to remind mother that he had sold her her unicorn tail hair wand and my father a dragon heart string wand."
"He told me the types and the lengths of the wands he sold my mum and dad," said Harry, his voice trembling a little. Draco looked away as Harry wiped his eye on the corner of the continental quilt. "And then he started rambling about the wizard who killed my parents," said Harry, feeling disquieted as he recalled it. "And how my wand has a tail feather from the same phoenix which gave the core to Voldemort's yew wand. I can't imagine what he meant by it.
Draco peered at Harry, narrowing his grey eyes. "You are amazing though Potter," he said. "I have never met anyone like you before. Dad will want granddad to meet you. Grandad is a bit scary but don't worry."
"Oh!" exclaimed Harry. "Lucius didn't mention your granddad lives here too."
"I think he is the only person my dad is a bit afraid of," said Malfoy. "He is the titular owner of Malfoy Manor though. But he has become a bit peculiar to be honest and spends most of his time shut up in his private wing of the Manor. Mostly he only lets mum bring him his meals. Even though it is dad who is his son, she is the only person he trusts."
At that moment, there was a soft knock at the bedroom door and Narcissa entered the room, the light from the landing illuminating her long hair, which shone faintly, like white gold. She was holding a tray. "Still awake boys?" She said softly. "Here are drinks for the refreshment of spirits." She gave them each a crystal goblet. Harry's seemed to give off an aroma of treacle. He took a swig and immediately felt soothed. "It tastes of our favourite things," said Narcissa with a smile.
"Tell us a story to help us sleep mother?" Suggested Draco.
"At this time?" Asked Narcissa. "Oh very well then," she added with a smile. She lifted the globular lamp from the mantel piece and breathed on it. It floated high in the air, towards the ceiling and then illuminated the room with a bright silvery light, like a full Moon.
Narcissa sat down in a velvet armchair and took a leather bound book of children's stories from the bookcase near the window. She began to read them a story of a pure blooded prince, oppressed by wicked muggles, who then rose and beat all muggles into submission. Harry felt that it was meant in part for him. But immediately before he fell asleep he whispered to his worry doll about the fear that he might not be sorted into Slytherin. The Malfoys' house at Hogwarts.