The Heir of House Black
AN: I make no profit from this. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Gundam Wing is owned by Sunrise.
8: Friends?
Ron had been content to mock Draco and leave him on the pitch. The dirty git deserved much worse for the things he'd done over the years. Harry might have agreed at one point. He would have told a teacher of course, but he wouldn't be where he was now, helping Draco to the hospital ward and wondering why he was doing it. He knew immediately of course, he could just imagine Quatre's face when he learned the news of his cousin's attack and for some reason, Harry really just didn't want to upset Quatre. He assumed it was a desire to not want to see such a nice person upset, Draco disagreed, he very much wanted to see an upset Quatre.
Madam Pomfrey had hurried over to the pair when they arrived, putting Draco to bed and immediately went to the potions cabinet. Harry had been allowed to stay with a stern 'no trouble.'
After she had cast a diagnostic and fed him a few nasty potions, she'd left the two boys alone, telling Draco he could return to classes when he was feeling better.
"So…" Harry really didn't know why he was even bothering. Honestly, though, he was damn curious. What the hell had happened.
Draco leaned back, watching the Gryffindor stumble over his words. He had two obvious choices and he wasn't sure which one was worse: Tell Potter off and go it alone or attempt to make an Ally and deal with being… friends.
"What the bloody hell happened?" Harry finally managed to ask.
His choice was made even as he considered it. He needed, above all else, to be on good terms with his cousin. His father's name meant nothing now, but his cousin, both Winner and Malfoy, could move mountains. If he wanted to maintain his power in house Slytherin, he needed a name to back him. People had respected, had feared him before, when he was the Heir to Lucius Malfoy. Now, he was a nobody. A Malfoy who would inherit nothing. Hiis word meant nothing, his name meant nothing and all his enemies knew it.
"Lord.." he caught himself. Lord Malfoy Winner definitely deserved the respect, but he had the feeling that his cousin didn't really like formal titles. In front of other Slytherins, he would totally use them, in front of Potter though, he believed first names would be more effective. "Quatre is the son of my Aunt. My father's elder sister. He invoked his rights as Lord Malfoy. Anyone who does not have his permission cannot step foot inside of Malfoy Manor." he narrowed his eyes to Potter. He couldn't just say names to the git, but at this moment, he was more than willing to sell the Dark Lord out. He was no longer the scariest man Draco knew.
"Oh.. wow" it didn't occur at first. "Your mom and dad?"
"Are safe at home"
Then it clicked, his eyes widened. "He was at your house?!"
Draco nodded. "Was. No clue where he is now. Now I'm nothing special and everyone at Hogwarts who matters knows it"
Harry really didn't know what to say. He sat down though and stayed the full hour. They were quiet for the rest of the time, finally Draco stood. "Thanks," it was brief and he didn't say anything else as he left.
Quatre was going through some of his accounts when the owl swept into the room, dropping a letter on his desk and perching on a chair, staring at him. The horned owl waited, looking like it owned the room as Quatre picked up his wand and scanned the letter for any malicious enchantments before grabbing a letter opener and pulling the parchment out.
To Lords Malfoy-Winner, Black and fellows.
I wish to formally invite you for a dinner at Hogwarts. The administration of Hogwarts wishes to congratulate the two new lords into the magical world and discuss renewing familial ties between Hogwarts and Houses Malfoy and Black. Please let us know what night would be auspicious.
With regards,
Albus Wulfric Percival Brian Dumbledore, Order of Merlin, first class, Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards, and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot.
"Damn thats long. I think I'm just gonna call him Brian"
Quatre burst out laughing as Duo leaned over his shoulder, coming out of the shadows.
He pushed Duo to the side, but let him read.
"Ooo.. we gets to go visit Harr and Dray already"
His chuckling subsiding "Yes, it would appear so. I hadn't expected him to be so friendly. From what Sirius told Heero, Dumbledore is the type to only do things that definitely benefit him. Which means he assumes we will fall easily under his thumb. He has given us an excellent opportunity . I do hope you will be on your best behavior"
The braided menace grinned. "Oh yea. Definitely, all manners here."
"Excellent. Go tell the others, We're visiting Hogwarts tonight" He grinned as he pulled out some parchment and began writing their RSVP. Dumbledore likely expected them to request a day later in the week. Quatre, however, had cleared his schedule for the next few months so he could go over all of his and Heero's new properties. He had all the time in the world. By his watch, dinner would be starting in 30 minutes. He handed the parchment to the owl. "I'm afraid I don't have any treats, but there's some rodents in the nearby woods, you're welcome to your fill"
The owl let out an approving screech and lept into the air to grab a snack before he returned with the reply.
Quatre headed to get changed, he couldn't wait to see everyone's faces.
