A/N: (Updated 3/16/14) I've always loved this chapter. Enter: Harry Potter (heh)

Flowers From A Grave

Somehow I –we– made it to the front of a large house near the Leaky Caldron in, you guessed it, Muggle London. It was a decent size, but considering the location the negatives outweighed all positive aspects of the home. As my hand rose and was forced to knock on the door, all I could do was watch in fury. Granger was not getting off the hook on this one.

When the door opened Granger was suddenly next to me and it took a few moments to register that I was, once again, back to controlling my own body. Thankfully, Potter spoke up before I unleashed my anger on Granger-who-wasn't-there.

"What are you doing here?" Clearly Potter's manners hadn't improved over the two years since the last time we'd spoke. Although our dislike for one another had been somewhat neutralized when the war ended, it by no means gave me a reason to stop by Potter's house for small talk. Especially after yesterday, which I wasn't sure if he'd heard about yet.

"I need information," I replied, not having an alternative. There was no way I was going to run away once Potter had already seen me. I didn't bother to hide my glare to the invisible girl to my left. She, however, was completely focused on her best friend and disregarded my death glare. The nerve of her…

"Information about what, Malfoy?" Scarface didn't bother to hide his annoyance with me. I was struck by the immaturity of him.

"The war," I continued with my curt responses. If he was going to be rude, I sure as hell wasn't going to be polite. Potter narrowed his eyes at my response, gripping the door handle with discontent.

"I don't know what you're up to, Malfoy, but you sure as hell aren't going to learn anything that may help you from me. The information from the war is confidential and you of all people should know that." Potter's face was tight, his jaw clenched.

"What's it you're inferring, Potter?" I stood up taller in defense, outraged by his response. If Potter thought he would be able to speak to me like that he had another thing coming.

"I'm just reminding you of your place in society, Malfoy. You must be aware of how this would look to the public – snooping around to find out information years after the war." Potter looked smug with his response, but I was fuming. If he was going to stand there accusing me of keeping ties with the dark side I was going to defend myself until he got it through his thick skull-

"I'm sorry Harry. Excuse my rudeness. I would prefer if we could start over, my intentions are not malicious." My mind was interrupted by my mouth, which I no longer had control over. Bloody hell this woman was going to get it. She was so lucky I couldn't hex her into next year.

"You're so dead!" I said, surprised that it was spoken aloud and not in my head. Potter's expression changed from confused to affronted in a matter of seconds, but I no longer cared. This was unacceptable.

"Get out of me!" I nearly yelled, trying to regain control of my limbs. Seconds later Granger was beside me again.

"You are not making this easy for us! You are being a bloody prick! This could have been easy, but no – you just had to provoke him!" Granger yelled in anger. I turned to her in absolute fury.

"If youhadn't brought me here in the first place none of this would be happening! He's about to call St. Mungo's! You're manipulative, controlling, self-centered, psychotic, and… insane!" I had enough of this. There are boundaries. Controlling me was crossing those boundaries and she had to learn that.

"Stop it, now!" Potter's voice interrupted our spat and my heart raced in my chest. I hadn't been this angry in ages, and of course it would be thanks to the Gryffindor control-freak.

"What the bloody hell is your problem, Malfoy? My wife and children are in there and the last thing I need is an insane dark wizard poking around my family." Potter had shut his front door and was glaring daggers at me as if this was my fault.

"You've got a family?" Hermione said slowly, sounding interested and… sad. My eyes flashed over to her for moments before flicking back to Potter. She looked upset but I decided that caring was not something I wanted to do right now.

"Who killed Granger?" I wanted to leave. Being blunt would be the only way to make this quicker. Potter looked taken aback by my question and his suspicion increased.

"What's it to you?" Potter was now not only angry but also becoming defensive.

"Charming way about that one!" Granger spat at me. I pointedly ignored her. We were going to go about this my way.

"I've recently been researching the final, fatal, spell that hit her, you know which one the… ah…" I trialed off, hoping to give Potter an opening to be his usual self.

"Yes, yes, the Intrafundo Curse." Ah, arrogance at its finest. I smirked.

"That's the one." I allowed my eyes to flash in Granger's direction to see her jaw slack in surprise.

"Since the curse is not commonly used in… civil atmospheres I've had to dig deep to look into the few cases of wizards and witches that had the misfortune of experiencing the curse. This led me to two others and, now, you." I thought it sounded damn convincing, especially for coming up with it on the spot.

"And what aspect of the curse are you trying to analyze?" Suspicion laced his voice.

"The possible lasting effects the curse may have on… er… the environment. Specifically, the effects of her individual case at the moment," I said on the spot.

"The environment?" Granger asked incredulously.

"The environment?" Potter asked almost at the same time as Granger, in the same tone of voice. I stood silent for a moment, fighting the urge to look between the two and make a comment.I saw Granger smile out of the corner of my eye.

Instead of trying to come up with another brilliant excuse, I shrugged, hoping Potter would just listen to us already.

"She has a name," Potter spat out, his attitude completely unprovoked. Potter always did have a short temper. I sighed in impatience.

"I know her name, I just need to know-,"

"Harry, why haven't you invited- oh." Great! A Weasley! Just what I bloody well needed…

"Ginny!" Granger's voice said in excitement, and she took a step up the porch. Suddenly, as if there weren't enough Potters around, a small boy who looked no older than five poked his head around his mother's legs. Great – a spitting image of Potter.

But Granger's reaction was what held my attention. She gasped, eyes wide, and knelt down in front of boy. She nearly held her hand out but thought better of herself and ended up covering her mouth, holding in a sob. The boy looked directly where her eyes were and then looked up at me.

"Who're they mommy!" He tugged on her sleeve. I cocked a brown in impatience. We at least had some of the information we needed and-

"Draco! He said 'they!'" I narrowed my eyes in curiosity and looked back at the boy.

"It's no one, James. Ginny, take him inside, we were just finishing up out here." Potter voice's was stern.

"Hi," Hermione said cautiously as I watched, transfixed.

"Hi," he said back reluctantly and my jaw dropped. How in the hell

"James, come on now…" Weasley – well, Potter, now – grabbed his hand to leave.

"Wait!" I said to her, which seemed to surprise her as much as I surprised myself. She stopped moving.

"I'm Hermione," Granger said gently, sending him a smile.

"That's a funny name!" The kid started laughing. I snorted, I couldn't help it, and Granger flashed a glare at me.

"Ginny: inside, now," Potter's eyes hadn't left mine and I realized I'd been staring at his kid. Well if this wasn't awkward and remotely creepy, since Potter had no idea that there was another person in the vicinity, and that I hadn't been staring at his child for no good reason.

Weasley left and the boy waved to Hermione, whose look of disbelief didn't falter. I looked back up at Potter who was, naturally, livid.

"I think I'll be going now." I said awkwardly, knowing that his tolerance had ended the moment his kid had come into the scene.

"Don't come back here."

"Wouldn't think of it," I said with a nod of my head and my traditional smirk. I turned on my heel and heard the door slam.


As soon as the door shut behind him Harry rushed to the living area, where she was sure James and Ginny were. Ginny was sitting cross-legged next to James, who was whirling around a toy wand.

"James, look at me," Harry knelt down in front of his son and into his eyes to check for any signs of a curse or spell.

"James, who were you talking to."

"The nice lady! She was right there, daddy!" he smiled brightly and giggled a little, as if the answer was plain as day.

"Who? There was no lady James. Ginny, there wasn't anyone-!" Harry's insides were turning into ice. Malfoy must have cursed his son!

"Herminnie!" James said with a smile. "She had a funny name!" Harry's jaw dropped. Ginny gripped his hand.

"What did you say?" Harry gently took the toy out of his son's hand, catching his full attention.

"Herminnie, daddy! Can I have my wand?" He reached out for it but Harry didn't respond.

"Sweety, what did this lady look like?" Ginny's voice was on edge, and her eyes caught Harry's in a fierce gaze.

"Mommy! I want my toy!" he looked sadly at Ginny, confused because he didn't know what else to tell his parents.

"Harry, give it back," Ginny said slowly. Harry's hand moved on its own accord, his mind racing. He stood up quickly and reached for a frame on one of the shelves in the room.

"James, was this who you saw?" He held up the image firmly, knuckles white.

"Yeah! Herminnie!"

The frame fell to the floor with a small 'thud.'