Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Psh I wish I did. So yea, Twilight is to Meyer as Harry Potter is to Rowling.
AN: Hey guys! So I'm just saying. I'm making a good Draco because truly, he wasn't a bad kid, just horribly easy to influence and brought up the wrong way. So… yea.
Chapter 9: Fighting Over Harry
"Snape."
"Black."
"How's your little chemistry set?"
"Learned any new tricks?"
"Would you two settle down," Esme snapped. She knew that four years had reduced their animosity towards each other, and Remus was always kind to Severus, but there were always occasional bouts of banter between Severus and Sirius. The only reason they were civil to each other was because they were both important to Harry.
Esme sighed as she continued to try and find Faolan. Harry thought it would be humorous if his now full-grown, gray wolf became invisible and ran amuck in the Denali house. If Remus didn't use magic to restrain their appetite towards Faolan, Tanya would have made him her next meal by now. "Faolan, can you please come out?" she begged, knowing that he wouldn't listen to her. The family found that Faolan was a truly loyal wolf that would only obey what Harry asked of him. Esme groaned in irritation. "Harry James Cullen!" She shouted. "You tell Faolan to stop it now or he's sleeping outside!"
"Faolan!" Harry said, his voice laced with fear. "Come back here!" Esme shrieked and jumped aside as Faolan appeared next to her and ran up the stairs. As quick as the wolf went up, Harry began running down.
"Mummy, Faolan can't sleep outside. He might get-" Harry stopped short when he saw Severus. "Sev!" He said happily. With a quick leap off the stairs, he began running towards his potions tutor. Severus allowed Harry to hug him before patting the boy's head and stepping backward. "Daddy has been reading the potions book to me so I can learn more, like you said!"
"Good," Severus sent a glare towards Sirius. "If only some did that when they were in school, maybe they wouldn't have failed potions."
"I didn't fail! How would I have become an auror?" Sirius defended.
"You barely passed and Slughorn had terribly low standards."
"Oh shut up, you greasy-"
"Uncle Sirius," Harry said quietly, sending his godfather a somber look. Sirius quickly quieted and gave Severus a forced smile.
"I'm sorry, Severus," he growled.
"That's quite alright," Severus smirked.
"Sev!" Harry cried in exasperation.
"I'm sorry, Black," he pinched the bridge of his nose in anger.
Esme laughed as she looked at them. "Oh Harry, isn't that cute? You've made them the best of friends."
"Lies," Severus hissed.
"Alright, alright," she surrendered. "That's enough of this. Severus, go on down to the basement. The lab has been replenished for you." Harry nodded in excitement as he led him down.
"Uncle Moony got a new job at the bookstore and Uncle Siri told me he's just got a lot of money. Look what they got for us!"
He opened the door to show the new basement. There was one bookcase that was stocked with potions books and a little cabinet up on the wall that held jars of ingredients. Three cauldrons were on a large round desk and of course, Alice had decorated the room so it wouldn't look so dingy. Severus looked around in mild shock. The basement had been barren last summer and now looked fit enough to be a room at Hogwarts. "It looks quite acceptable for learning."
Harry nodded as he skipped over to the chair. "Guess what else I've been learning?" Severus waited for him to continue. "Uncle Siri has been teaching me about dada."
"Dada?"
"D.A.D.A. really, but saying it like 'dada' is easier."
"You might as well say Defense against the Dark Arts."
Harry made a face. "Too long."
Severus gave him a smirk. "Of course, you are excited to go back to Hogwarts aren't you?"
The eight-year old nodded with a smile. "I wanna go now but mummy said I have to wait."
He raised a brow in question. "You, the spoiled brat, aren't getting what he wants? The world has come to an end."
Harry rolled his eyes as he climbed onto a chair to grab a book off one of the higher shelves of the bookcase. "You're a meanie."
"Juvenile words."
"I asked Edward what 'juvenile' meant. You can't say that about me."
"Why not?"
"Because I'm eight!"
"And?"
"That means I can act like an eight year old."
"An eight year old that can make his own, amateur potion with help from his potions professor," Severus gave him a chuckle. "You're like my nephew."
"You have a nephew, Sev?" Harry asked.
"Not a legitimate nephew-" Harry growled, cutting his sentence off. Severus glared at him without any malice. "Not my real nephew, like how you are with Black and Lupin. You give them the title of 'uncle' but they aren't actually related to you. My godson happens to be a boy, your age, named Draco Malfoy. That boy is truly a spoiled brat."
"But he's nice?" he asked hopefully.
Severus glanced at him. After four years, he could say that he knew the boy well. Harry loved making friends and the thought of getting to know someone new put a smile on his face. Severus sighed and took the book from Harry's hands, flipping around to try and find a simple potion, one that wasn't too dangerous, that Harry could help him make. "Draco is a kind boy, with a generous heart, but has been misled by a man, his father, who's been giving him the wrong upbringing."
Harry frowned, tilting his head. "So he can't be my friend."
Severus grimaced, thinking of Lucius. "I'm not sure if that's a good idea, Harry." The boy pouted before looking away with a sad sigh. "Frowning is unbecoming of you, brat."
Harry gave him a quick smile before Severus began lecturing him on the next potion he would be teaching Harry.
~*~
"Harry!"
Harry laughed as Ron lunged at him and hugged him tightly. Esme picked up the bag he dropped and gave it to Hagrid who was taking their bags up to Hogwarts. "Hi, Ron!"
"You're back! I thought it would take forever! The twins have been horrible."
"No we haven't!" Fred and George sounded. "Well... we were until you sent Faolan after us, the little devil." Just as they said that, Faolan was let of his cage. The wolf bounded over to Harry and stood in front of the boy with a snare. The twins quickly backed up, staring at the wolf in annoyance. "We're never going to have a fun day when that beast is around."
"Faolan, go on to Hogwarts," Harry smiled, patting his head. Faolan barked before quickly disappearing. "Malinda, you too." The weight in Harry's pocket was suddenly lightened. Rosalie, Edward, Emmett, Alice and Jasper had portkeyed straight to Hogwarts but the Weasleys asked if it was okay to bring Harry to Hogsmeade to spend a day with the youngest Weasley boy. Sirius and Remus were still at home but were following in an hour, only because Sirius had overslept and Remus volunteered to stay behind with him.
Arthur took Ginny into his arms and made his sons follow him to the bookstore so that Harry wouldn't have any distractions when he had his day with Ron.
"Now you two," Carlisle smiled at the boys as Esme took Harry's hand. Molly ruffled Ron's hair and waited for his answer.
"Can we go to the quidditch store?" he asked politely. Harry nodded in agreement.
"We certainly can," Carlisle answered. They walked down a few stores before they finally found the windows that displayed quidditch uniforms and various brooms. Harry and Ron grinned excitedly, pulling on their parents' hands to get into the store quickly.
"Calm down, Harry," Esme laughed. He giggled.
"Mummy, open the door please."
She pulled the door by its handle and the three adults watched the two boys run in. "Harry, the kiddie brooms are over here!" Ron led him to the left.
"That's the one I have," the raven haired boy pointed towards one of the older models. "Mummy said on my birthday I can get a new one."
"I wish I can have a broom."
Harry shrugged. "I'll get one for your birthday too."
"But da said they cost a lot of money!" Ron said with wide eyes.
"Mummy and daddy have lots of money. I can buy two!"
He blushed in embarrassment. "It's okay, Harry. You don't have two."
Harry was about to respond when they heard a voice behind them. "Father, I want it now!"
"Patience, Draco. It's inappropriate for a Malfoy to whine like some… lowly commoner."
Harry turned around in shock. Was that Sev's godson? Ron, however, frowned at the name. "I heard da say talk about Mr. Malfoy. He's a meanie," he whispered.
"Uncle Sev said that too but I heard Draco was nice."
Ron shrugged, still staring at the two blonds in hesitation. Lucius was called by the cashier, who was now holding the newest kiddie broom model. The man walked towards the counter but Draco stayed behind, looking at the other toys he could convince his dad to get. "Come on," Harry smiled. Ron dragged himself behind his excited best friend, not as happy. "Hi!" The toy Draco held in his hand flew up into the air as he jumped in his spot.
Draco turned to glare at who had scared him. Instead, he gave a shy smile when he saw the emerald-eyed boy grinning at him. He didn't meet a lot of children his age so he was happy when he met any. "…Who are you?"
"I'm Harry, and this is my best friend Ron. You're Draco!"
He frowned. "I'm supposed to say that. How do you know my name?"
"Sev teaches me potions! He said you were his godson and that you were nice."
Draco stood straight, with an air of confidence. "Of course I'm nice." He watched Harry's hair sway as he laughed at his answer. Draco, thinking he was making fun of him, was about to respond angrily but stopped himself when he saw the spot that appeared after Harry's hair parted. "You're Harry Potter!" He shouted, pointing at the scar.
Ron grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him back. His mother warned him that people weren't supposed to know who Harry really was. Harry looked at his mother. Esme and Carlisle were looking at him in concern but Molly hadn't heard. Lucius, on the other hand, had quickly turned to see who his son was talking to.
"My name is Harry Cullen," he answered firmly.
"No, but your scar!" Draco said in wonder. "Father always talks about you, and so does his friends. I think-"
Harry stopped listening when he saw Lucius quickly making his way to the three boys. "Harry," Ron whispered. "I don't think this is good."
"Me neither," he whispered back. Lucius was right behind Draco, who was still talking, when Molly suddenly appeared before the boys.
"Hello, Mr. Malfoy," she said snippily. He raised a brow and looked her up and down condescendingly.
"Mrs. Weasley," He said with a slight nod of his head. "So this is your son, is it? And the other boy is-"
"Mine," a voice behind Lucius sounded. The aristocratic man turned his head to see a man staring right back at him. He had his arm around the waist of a beautiful woman who was glaring at him as well. "Harry?" The boy quickly ran behind his parents, Ron following as Molly made her way around to them. "Allow me to introduce myself, Mr. Malfoy."
"Please do."
"I'm Carlisle Cullen and this is my wife Esme. This is our son, Harry."
"Harry Cullen?" He asked, obviously knowing that the boy was indeed Harry Potter.
"Yes," Esme said stiffly. "Cullen. Harry, why don't we get some ice cream with Ron?" The boy nodded, knowing his mother wasn't actually questioning him. Molly and Esme led their sons out of the store.
"Father, may I go with them?" Draco asked politely.
"Not today, son," Lucius said quietly, watching Carlisle very carefully. The man stepped closer to him and Lucius tried not to look intimidated.
"I'll say this once, Malfoy," he started. "I know who you are and what you did. You will stay away from my son."
Lucius blinked.
Carlisle was gone.
Albus looked up when his door was thrown open and the potions master swiftly walked in. "Severus?" He questioned. "What has gotten you so-"
"It seems that Lucius has had a run in with Cullens at Hogsmeade." Albus' eyes grew darker. "He would like for Draco to 'visit' me for the weekend and possibly make new friends. Could you perhaps just guess who he wants his son to become close with?"
"Harry," the old man sighed.
"I cannot refuse him, Albus, you must understand. If the Dark Lord were ever to return, my role is still as your spy. If I say no to Lucius he'll immediately know that I'm trying to protect the boy."
Albus stared at the man before him. He quickly got up and walked over to the fireplace. Bending his head down, he sprinkled floo powder over the flames and moved forward. After a few minutes, he stepped back and the Cullens, all except Alice, walked through the open, green flames. She already knew what was going on, so she stayed to watch Harry. "What's wrong Albus?" Carlisle asked, feeling like he already knew the problem.
"Severus has informed me that you had a run in with Lucius Malfoy in Hogsmeade." Esme nodded. "Indeed. Lucius has kindly asked Severus to take Draco in for the weekend."
Edward's hand clenched. "Draco is his son, yes?"
"He's trying to get his son closer to Harry, isn't he?" Rosalie muttered in anger.
"Yes he is," Snape answered her quietly. "And if I say no to Lucius, he'll know what I'm trying to do."
"Then there's Harry. He loves new friends," Esme stated in concern. "What will we do, Albus?"
~*~
Draco stumbled through the fireplace with a laugh. Severus tried not to smile when the boy came running into his arms. "Uncle Severus!" He shouted. Said man bent down to catch him and pick him up. "How are you, Uncle Severus?"
"I'm just fine, Draco. Where is your-"
"I'm right here." Severus looked up to see Lucius standing before him, brushing dust off of his shoulder. "Wonderful to see you again," he said with a smirk.
"You as well," he told him with a nod.
"Uncle Severus," Draco cut in. "Father said I could be friends with Harry. He said I'd have fun with him playing games and everything! And I brought my kiddie broom. Does Harry have a kiddie broom?" Although Severus felt deep anger because of Lucius' plans towards his brat, he couldn't help but feel sorry for Draco. The boy never did have any true friends so he jumped at any chance he could to have one.
"Go on to your room, Draco," He said, cutting into the boy's rambling. Draco waved goodbye to his father before jumping out of Severus' arms and running into one of the rooms. "He's quite excited to meet Potter."
"Yes. It's almost... nauseating." Severus tried not to roll his eyes. "Have you heard what Goyle and Crabbe have been talking about?" Severus shook his head no. "They've found Wormtail. Now they're looking for a way to bring the Dark Lord back," he told him quietly.
Severus felt a lump grow in his throat. "Exquisite," He answered in sarcasm. "The three most unintelligent of us are the ones looking for a way to restore our Lord."
Lucius chuckled quietly. "It's another reason why I wanted Draco to come this weekend. Narcissa never refused, but she was also one who is quite protective of her son. If it was the only way to get her to shut up then-" Severus' head snapped and Lucius stopped when he saw his friend's glare.
"And do you not care about your own flesh and blood, Lucius?" Severus spat, finally unable to hold the grief he felt for his godson.
Lucius sighed and turned away. He grabbed the floo out of his pocket and threw it into the flames. "He's an eight year old boy," he started. Severus almost screamed at him. The tone in Lucius' voice said that his eight year old boy should know his place in the war, but he stopped himself when Lucius gave him a look over his shoulder. "Take care of him, Severus," He said quietly, but with much force.
Severus stared at the flames long after Lucius was gone.
"This is Faolan," Harry said proudly. Draco smiled as he moved forward hesitantly. "Don't be scared, Draco. Faolan, say hi!" The wolf barked and jumped up onto his hind legs. The blond boy let out a yelp as Faolan rested his paws on Draco's shoulders and licked both of his cheeks.
"He's silly!" He laughed.
"Yea that's why Sev won't let him in the room when we're making potions anymore." Harry frowned. "Last time, he knocked the cauldron over and it burnt half of Sev's robes off. Uncle Siri made fun of him for a week."
Draco giggled behind his hand. "Do you have any other pets?"
Harry's eyes widened as he smacked his forehead. "Oh jeez! How could I forget? Malinda?"
He gasped. "You have a snake!"
"Yup. I'm a parselmouth and-" Draco stared as Malinda started hissing. Harry glared at his snake. "That's not a nice thing to say, Malinda," He scolded.
"What did she say?"
"She said not everyone is a parselmouth and they're mean to people who are. She said you would be mean to me."
"I won't be mean to you! I think it's cool."
Harry grinned smugly at his snake and Malinda rose up, looking ready to strike him. He hissed at her and stroked her head. The snake, looking pleased, settled back on his shoulder. "She's a silly snake too. She always pretends she's gonna hurt me when I'm right, but she wouldn't do that. Right, Malinda?" The snake gave a quiet hiss, still staring at her master's new friend. "You won't hurt Draco either!"
Draco sighed in relief as Malinda slithered back into Harry's pocket.
"Alright, come on Dray. Faolan, follow us. Ron is coming to play today." The wolf yipped happily as he trotted next to Harry.
"Is Ron your Weasley friend?"
"Yep! He's been my best friend since I was four!"
Draco frowned. "But I want you to be my best friend."
Harry glanced at him in confusion. "Well… can't I have two best friends?"
"No! You can only have one!"
He scratched his head, wondering what to say. "I'll talk to my daddy about this. He can help me choose my best friend."
Draco shrugged. "I guess…"
The two boys finally found the Great Hall and watched Faolan run in when he saw Ronald. The redhead laughed as Faolan knocked him over. Harry grabbed Draco's arm and dragged him towards Ron, just like he had done to Ron in the Quidditch store. "Ron! You're here already!"
"I said I was gonna be here for lunch," Ron grinned, ruffling Faolan's hair.
"Oh yea, sorry. I forgot."
Ron glanced up and did a double take when he saw Draco. "Uh, Harry-" He gulped.
"It's okay, Ron," Harry reassured him. "Dray's my friend!"
"Best friend," Draco muttered quietly, but it wasn't soft enough for Ron to not hear. The redhead glared at him angrily.
"He's my best friend."
"Not if I take him away from you!"
"Thief!"
"No I'm not! I just take what I want!"
"That makes you a thief!"
"That makes you a sore loser!"
Faolan slowly crept back to Harry who was sinking down on one of the benches. "Oh jeez," the eight year old said, shaking his head in horror. With an angry sigh he got up. "I don't want any of you for my friends!" Harry shouted to stop them. Draco and Ron jumped out of their skin and looked at him in horror. "Faolan!" The two ran out of the room, leaving Ron and Draco in the dust.
Carlisle and Severus watched in amusement as Ron and Draco knocked on Harry's door patiently. "Please, Harry, we're sorry," Ron begged.
"NO!"
Draco turned and glared at him. "See, look what you did."
"What I did?!" he shouted.
"Boys, don't start," Carlisle warned them.
"For Merlin's sake, Harry!" Severus shouted as the vampire tried to calm the two children. He pushed Draco and Ron aside and took his wand out. "Alohamora!" He grabbed the knob and threw the door open. Faolan, who had previously been told to make sure no one could come into the room, was shocked to see Severus open the door. The wolf snapped out of its stupor and growled deep in his throat. He lunged forward with a feral snarl and tackled the unsuspecting potions master onto the ground.
"Faolan," Harry said with wide eyes, but the wolf wasn't stopping. Severus' wand had rolled away from him so he couldn't defend himself from tearing at his clothing. "Faolan, wait! St-" Carlisle, Ron and Draco looked at the green-eyed boy in surprise when his sentence was cut off by loud laughter. Harry was grabbing his sides as he fought tears back from laughing so hard. "F-Faolan, st-stop it!" The wolf was relentless.
"GET THIS MONGREL OFF OF ME!" Severus shouted, pushing Faolan's jaw away as carefully as he could so he wouldn't be bitten.
Harry fell onto his knees, still laughing hysterically. He tried forcing the sentence out again, but he just couldn't do it. Carlisle hid a grin as he walked forward and tried to pull Faolan away. Draco and Ron took one look at the scene before they began laughing as well.
"STOP LAUGHING YOU UNGRATEFUL, LITTLE DUNDERHEADS BEFORE I KICK THIS MUTT INTO THE AFTERLIFE!"
With that, Draco and Ron had fallen onto the floor as well.
~*~
An hour later, Severus had repaired his clothes and was now sulking in the doorway, glaring at Faolan in absolute hatred. Faolan gave him a grin before he turned innocent eyes to Harry and licked the boy's face. Severus shook his head. "Manipulative, little beast," he muttered. Harry rolled his eyes and hugged Faolan close to his chest. "Now will the three of you please explain the actual situation?"
"Draco wants to be my best friend," Harry started.
'But he's mine," Ron continued.
"And now we want to know how I can take him from Ron without Ron being a sore loser."
"Draco!" The two boys whined. The blond looked away, raising his head with a snotty attitude.
"Daddy, who do I make my best friend?" Harry said, turning to his father. Carlisle sighed and sat next to his son.
"Harry, why do you need to choose?"
"Huh?"
"It is quite possible to have two best friends. In fact, all three of you could be best friends if you wanted." Carlisle wasn't exactly pleased with Draco getting closer to Harry, but he couldn't deprive a boy his friends, especially on account of the boy's father. They would just have to be incredibly watchful and make sure they could curb Draco's mind in the right direction.
"But a best friend is only one person."
"But best friends can be more than one. Don't you guys want to be best friends?"
Ron and Draco scrunched their noses. "But He's a Malfoy" and "But He's a Weasley" sounded simultaneously.
"And what's wrong with that?"
"Well he's…a Weasley," Draco finished lamely. "I don't actually know what's wrong with that."
"Me neither," Ron sighed. "Only that our daddies don't like each other."
"Well," Carlisle told them. "My advice to the both of you is that you don't care if your fathers don't like each other. As long as you two like each other then that's fine."
The two glanced at each other. "I guess..." Ron shrugged.
Draco frowned. "I heard it would be bad for my reputation."
"Draco, do you even know what 'reputation' means?" Severus said in irritation.
"I…not really. Father just said that we have to look good in front of people."
"So let your father worry about his reputation. You shouldn't find it necessary to care about what others think of you." He cleared his throat and looked away. "Many criticize me for always wearing dark clothes but you don't see me sniveling like your father does… don't tell him I said that."
Draco giggled. "Okay…I guess I can try being his friend, but not best friend yet. He has to prove he's wicked enough to be my best friend."
"Harry doesn't have to prove it!" Ron protested.
"That's cause I know he is."
"Not fair!"
"Sore loser!"
"Stop calling me that!"
Harry slapped his forehead. "Oh jeez!"
Severus rolled his eyes and walked out while Carlisle laughed and their continuous banter.
AN: Hey guys. I'm doing my hw but I wanted to get the next chapter out to you so tell me if I made any mistakes and I'll fix them.
