A/N:

...How many people know Italian? Cuz geez louis a bunch of y'all chose Orange…. Then again it probably wasn't a smart choice on my part…

Also, I know nothing about banquets or Gala's or whatnot. I tried though.

Amu4ever I absolutely love crit like that and it has helped quite a bit. And honestly, I don't think Minerva told him to 'go out and play?' Just that he could take a break. Lifesjustalaugh If you're still reading this I left quite the hefty PM to you. Guest of Oct. 31… When did I ever mention an Aunt Petunia? Do you not know of Poppy Pomfrey?

Thank you again to my beta Sailor Kechara who worked wonders on the writing block!

"Now, remember, I will always be there, by your side. You merely need to speak should you need anything." Cloth rustled as they slipped over slowly growing shoulders.

"I know, Professor." Minerva frowned, adjusting another sleeve with a tug. Really, she was very much against this. The only reason she was even letting him go was that she was coming with him as the 'Plus One'. The boy fidgeted slightly, picking at the sleeves in a nervous gesture. Her frown deepened. Gently, she pried the fingers away from her hard work.

"Stop that. You'll ruin the stitching at this rate." Harry paused, fingers still in the grasp of the Gryffindor Head of House's hand.

"Something's going to happen." He whispered.

Her frown decreased and eyes softened. Harry had always seemed to have an instinct to know of things happening, whether it was Ms Granger getting attacked by a Troll, or when the youngest Weasley had gotten sick and no one else seemed to have noticed.

(She had promised herself to always listen to him. Especially after what she did. She had almost lost three of her cubs in that very first year because of her ignorance.)

Slowly, she hugged the small boy she already considered a grandson. Ignoring the sudden stiffness, (He still wasn't used to physical contact. She was determined to fix that. Slowly-but-surely.) she spoke.

"I will make sure that you will not be harmed." A few minutes passed in silence. And just when she was about to let go, hesitant arms slowly wrapped around her.

"...Thank you."

Welcome, Mr Potter." The blonde wizard stared down slightly at the 12-year-old boy. Well, Lucius mused, at least he knows what to wear, as he looked at the formal robes that while was professional was safe for the summer heat, temperature spells notwithstanding. He nodded, aiming a pleasant smile to his old Professor and the nervous (- He was just a child. Even he didn't think of putting that much pressure on his own child, whatwasDumbledorethinking-) Harry Potter.

"Welcome to the Annual Summer Gala."

He smiled, bowing slightly while gesturing to the rest of the guests who had all paused what they were doing to stare. They all moved on within the minute, with only the occasional glance. A small click summoned a house-elf who had then taken both of his newest guests' coats. When offered to take the bag Potter was holding, the twelve-year-old had gently refused. From the magic that seemed to practically emanate from the bag, he would guess it was something important to him.

"Would you, perhaps, like an introduction?" He held a hand out, kissing the back of his old professor's hand, as was etiquette. Out of the corner of his eyes, he noticed that the boy was looking about. Perhaps for Draco…?

"If you are looking for Draco, he will be near the back of the room with his other acquaintances from Hogwarts." Potter's head snapped to look at him, a red tinge on the boy-who-live's face. He slowly nodded, answering his question before pausing and looking up to Minerva, who upon looking about had nodded her consent.

"I will be nearby if you need anything?" Potter nodded before slowly making his way through the crowd to where Lucius could spot his son casually chatting with his friends. He straightened turning once again to the Professor and making eye contact with the witch.

"I can assure you that I will not allow any of my guests to come to harm." She stared back with an equal intensity that once again reminded him of the Motherly lion of Gryffindor. It almost made him think that she was performing Legilimency, and he would believe it if she had learned it. After a minute the woman relaxed, giving a regal nod before walking towards and off to the side a small group of people who were in the middle of a discussion. From what he could see, it looked to be old acquaintances of hers.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he looked to where his friend had sat for the past hours. His vision slowly slid past and back to where Harry Potter was walking.

...Huh.

Draco was nervous.

Sorry.

Draco is nervous. He knew that Potter- "Harry! Call me Harry!"- was coming. He had been told himself that he was coming, had read the letter that had accepted the invitation in all its formal glory. Of course, it didn't show to his many friends and family around his age that he was chattering too. Father had said it was best to not show weaknesses around those he didn't trust. He did trust Theo and Blaise, but the others he did not. So, therefore, he continued to chat listening to the little gossips and new connections being formed.

The small click-clacks on the marble floor had him looking up to the approaching figure. He had to visibly hold himself back from throwing a sarcastic remark at the boy. With as much dignity as a thirteen-year-old could do, he stood to his feet. The other walked forward until they faced each other. His other friends had fallen silent, preferring to watch and see where this went. Green met silver, and Draco smiled. He raised his hand, an introduction and a retry. Potter took it and they shook.

"Welcome to the Summer Gala, Potter." Harry smiled.

"It's a pleasure being here."

For good measure, they decided to arrive late. It wasn't in them to do that but they had wanted to meet their Sky soon and letting everyone arrive first seemed like the way to go. With a silent nod to Lucius who let them through, they walked forward, subtle, invisible, flames of violet floating throughout the growing magical crowd. Spotting a chair, they sat, content with waiting until they found who they wanted.

A few hours passed in a similar fashion as they waited patiently for the long-awaited meeting. (They didn't know how but what seemed a slim chance, they knew it was right.)

Viper did not notice a small figure, so well hidden by his protector-turned-egg that what would have been an overflow of Sky had turned merely a trickle. Mammon did not notice him pause, as one of the less watched Mist Flames brushed past him. They did not notice as he slowly walked towards them (And being followed by two others.) until he was ten feet away from the silent Mist user.

There.

The mist user almost snapped their neck looking for the source. The HomeWarmthSkyThereMySky.

And their eyes met green. A deep viridian, far darker than Verde's mixed with the small burning coals of orange fire. A sign that this person was at the very least a latent Sky.

Their Sky.

They almost fell out of their chair. But with a barely held composure, they took one step towards the wide-eyed figure. (Skull was right, it was a child and one they knew.)

They had barely avoided the whizz of a spell as it flew past their head.

It was the screaming that broke his vision from the hooded person with triangle tattoos. Aunt Minerva silently hissed, quickly walking up to the pair and drawing out her wand in defence. A flick of her wrist had a shield up that barely blocked the incoming spell. Draco, who was standing next to him, flinched only to stare wide-eyed at the sickly red splashing against the magic shield. With a small whimper, he whispered:

"Death Eater."

He paused, mid-sentence in talking with another of his connections. (A wealthy man who held a part of the Quidditch store that Draco always liked.) A disturbance in the back of his mind. As Head of the Malfoy family, he also held control of the wards surrounding every home the Family owned. And someone had breached the wards of the building the Gala was in. A.K.A. where he was right now. The ballroom doors slammed open forcefully by magic and several figures wearing tattered black cloaks and cracked masks, (poor rendition of a Death Eater's) poured inside

That's when the spells began to fly. Witch and Wizard alike screamed, terror from a past war overcoming their senses. An almighty scramble for the only fireplace in the place knocked quite a few people over to be at mercy of the fancy boots and high heels. It was only after one or two got injured did Malfoy finally act.

With a huff, he slammed the bottom of his cane to the ground activating the dormant wards into active and creating a shimmering purple barrier between him, the guests, and the manic terrorisers.

"What is the meaning of this." A barely concealed anger seemed to leak from his voice as it effectively silenced the room. Lucius Malfoy was not a happy man. With all the dignity of a well-raised man, he slowly walked in front of the cowering guests, scoffing inwardly at their stupidity. Did they not see how weak these sad excuses for death eaters were? Half of them barely had skin for dirt! Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see a small shimmer of what he presumed was Mammon slowly making their way behind the deranged wizards.

He left the evacuating to his house-elves, and- as he faced the invaders- Professor McGonagall.

Just need to buy time...

A few of his other guests had long left, out to alert the Aurors, Minerva protecting and moving the rest with a calm efficiency that came with herding hundreds of children. A few of his house-elves has begun helping the few that fell to their feet. His cane clicked against the marble floor as he turned to face the masked wizards. They themselves had seemed to crowd around what looked like the saner of the group as they all started to mutter spells and spells at the powerful defensive magic. It seemed like this was planned, dumb brutes or no. He shifted slightly, feeling every magic that seemed to strike the barrier.

With a glare, he spoke: "Those who are not invited must leave."

The one closest to him cackled.

"Oh~? and why should we listen to the blood traitor?" An unnamed Death Eater spoke. He didn't even recognise the scraggly man beyond the very obvious Death mark on the forearm.

'Must be a lackey gone mad.' He thought. Absently, he flicked his wrist slightly. The barrier slowly started shrinking on the stultus. They fought back just as harshly. Small beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He could only hold the spell for so long. The shield was meant to contain only. And by the beating it was getting, it wouldn't last long. On a side note, at least he knew to strengthen the wards before something like this were to happen again. He clicked his tongue.

Really, what terrible timing.

Mr Malfoy (Burning purple and white) was struggling.

"Potter!" Draco hissed, tugging lightly on Harry's sleeve. "C'mon! While father still has them down!" Harry ignored him focusing instead on Lucius' hand that was gripping the cane very tightly.

Reaching a hand out, it only required a mere touch before static ran through his body. Harry staggered, being held up by a startled Draco. Minerva did not take notice busy as she was with her self-assigned task. Weakly he grabbed the young purebloods sleeve.

"C'mon, Draco, let's go…" With wide eyes, Draco walked back towards McGonagall, dragging Harry by his arm. As they left, the older Malfoy had straightened up and looked far more energized. The invisible barrier had flashed a brilliant orange. It was brief and quick and barely noticed other than a few pairs of stunned blinking. Lucius had taken it in stride and merely kept up the ruse.

"What brings you to my humble abode?" Who dares attack a Malfoy home?

The deranged DE's seemed to be getting more frustrated. It seems the plan wasn't working, evidenced by the now frantic spell weaving.

"Why should we tell you!?" The same person that had spoken spat at him. He narrowed his eyes.

"You should very well know why." Shaming or not he was...well-known back in the war. At least these low-life's should know of him. The group refused to answer, wary and panicked movement portraying the mood.

And it was over within minutes.

In one minute their eyes had clouded over. The room had gone silent as the Death Eaters froze. Suddenly and without warning, they collapsed in screams, faces scrunched up in fear and horror as visions and hallucinations attacked their mind and emotions. What they could see had turned them into a sobbing and begging mess to make-it-stop... Mammon was rather vicious in their anger. He sighed as the shield dropped down. He wrinkled his nose. It seems some of them had lost control of their bowels. You could smell the piss in the air as many of them laid down in the foetal position while others whimpered or were still screaming. At the same time, the Auror's (Finally) arrived back through the floo with wands at the ready. Things were alright now.

And in all the mess, the Mist had long since left, annoyed by the attack as they had finally found what they needed but at the same time, they didn't. They had lost him.

For now, that would have to do.

Harry was tired. Something did happen, but that wasn't what he was expecting. The 'Death Eaters' as Draco (shimmering red, like Ron's, interlocked by the white webs of magic.) called them, invading the Gala? He expected that. The sudden need to help Mr Malfoy was not. The meeting of someoneyouwillhavefunwith was...not really anticipated, but he knew that he was meeting someone. Was this what Fawkes meant when he said that he'll be meeting them. Were they one of them? Maybe.

Right now though, he was really tired…

He'll think about it later.

Minerva didn't know what to think. She had known and yet, what had overcome her to let them go anyways? 'Perhaps-' as she glanced over the sleeping form of Harry Potter, with a Draco Malfoy sitting beside the bed '-It was because he had rarely asked for much and that Harry was determined to go, despite his own ominous words.' She fingered lightly at her wand as Lady Malfoy came tumbling out of the floo and into the school infirmary in panic. She had stood and safely guided her to where young Malfoy sat and the two had hugged each other in relief.

Maybe that was why. But all thoughts of 'why' left her as the bag the Harry held with him gave a loud, muffled crack. She glanced up as the small wizard began to stir. She stared, waiting to see what would happen next.

Lucius was jittery. It didn't show of course, as he answered the Auror's questions and was checked upon by a healer. The magic he held within himself was bouncy and seemed very eager to move. Mammon had long since left-he suspected that he had to pay for the hand later on- and it was just him. Dear Narcissa had already checked on him and had gone to where Draco had left with Harry Potter.

As for the 'boy-wonder' himself…

With a bow, the magical police had left with their luggage and he sagged into the nearest chair. A click of the fingers had a house-elf bringing a warm cup of tea. Shaking hands took a slow sip of the calming potion tea. He sighed.

How bothersome.

A roaring fire had all manners of weapons pointing to the green flames. They didn't immediately lower when the familiar hooded figure walked out of the flames. Skull, from his spot on the couch, spoke.

"Did you find 'em?" Viper nodded.

"I have. But I'll need to go to the bank to get something." Guns were lowered and voices were raised as they tried to speak all at once. They rubbed the bridge of their nose, sighing.

Here we go again.

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