Chapter X
"Hey—Harry!"
Harry turned to see Cedric Diggory running towards him. It was the day after the Yule Ball. As Tom predicted, he returned to the diary which was now burning in Harry's pocket. "Yeah?" Harry asked.
"Listen…" Cedric lowered his voice as if he didn't want to be overheard, "I owe you one for telling me about the dragons. You know that golden egg? Does yours wail when you open it?"
"Yeah," Harry said.
"Well… the prefects' bathroom is the fourth door to the left of the statue of Boris the Bewildered on the fifth floor. Password's 'pine fresh…' Not a bad place for a bath," Cedric whispered. Cedric left Harry in the corridor as he hurried away. Harry stared back confused before looked at his robes.
He pulled out the diary and stared at it, "Tom when will you wake up? I'm slightly confused and need to talk with you," he sighed. Shaking his head when he got no response Harry continued down the corridor. The corridors were deserted as it was only mid-afternoon Boxing Day and the rest of the students were sleepy and lazy from last night's ball. Harry couldn't take the strange looks he was getting in Gryffindor common room, especially from Ginny and some other girls who thought he would ask them out, so he went for a walk around the castle. He decided to step outside for a while when he heard hushed voiced and crying.
Concerned, Harry followed the sound of crying outside into the courtyard. In a corner, away from the biting wind, were a familiar redhead and blond, both hugging each other as the blond-haired boy cried. Harry frowned as he approached the couple. He could see that both Ron and Draco were crying, and both looking very frustrated. In Draco's fist was a crumbled piece of paper.
"Draco? Ron?" Harry asked in a hushed voice when he was near enough. The couple jumped and looked up at Harry. Harry saw that both their eyes were red with tears, Draco's puffy and his normally pale skin flushed. "What's the matter? What happened?" Harry asked more gently.
Ron frowned, looking as if he didn't want to share whatever horribleness fell on him and Draco. Draco however, wiped his sleeve across his face, drying his tears, before giving Harry the letter. "Father wrote this," he said. "He got word about Ron and me… he and mother… they don't—sniff—they don't—sniff—" Draco's face contorted as he tried to hold back the tears but he couldn't. Instead Harry sat down next to Draco on the stone bench and gently took the letter from Draco's hands. He looked at Ron, silently asking for permission, and Ron nodded.
Draco,
Your mother and I are severely disappointed. Not only have you brought shame to yourself and your family, but you have also insulted some of the more influential pure-blood families with your refusal to bring either female heir of the Parkinson Family or Greengrass family to the Yule Ball. I know that your selection is not the best at the moment, both your mother and I agree it would be best for you to marry a female Black if one existed, but to go to the ball with a blood-traitor? A male blood-traitor at that! Your mother and I cannot even begin to comprehend what went through your mind that made you think that this would be a reasonable decision, let alone an acceptable one! You should know that we are currently not only the laughing-stock of our society but the talk of your scandal will overshadow everything that I have worked for. In a single night you have not only destroyed years of planning and negotiation but you have made me look like a father who is lacking discipline, a mistake that you will be paying for in multitude.
Your lack of discipline and insistence to disobedience will not be tolerated. If you have decided to date the female blood-traitor, that could have been dealt with easily. There are lessons and potions that will make the blood-traitor more malleable to turn into a proper Lady. However since you have decided on the male blood-traitor that notion is simply impossible. Your insistence to act in such a horrible matter has left your mother and I with little choice. You know our thoughts on the lesser sexuality, and what will happen to them once the Dark Lord comes into power. You specifically know the deaths that will be the dealt to that vile subhuman population. Whatever you were thinking of actually being with them, your mother and I will never know. I will not have a faggot as a son. I will not even think of the possibility. I would rather strike you down myself than allow you to live in this disgusting existence you choose to follow. However, since current laws do not allow such action I am forced to stay my hand. However since you have decided to live this life of sodomy with the blood-traitor, you no longer prove valuable to me, valuable to your mother, or in fact valuable to any proper society. In fact I am comfortable saying that your entire life is entirely pointless and not-needed. Every single breath you drew since your birth and every breath you draw since reading this letter is a complete waste of precious resources that should rather be saved for proper and real males who are drawn to the proper and fairer sex.
Know this Draco, if I had my way you and that blood-traitor would already be dead, the blood-traitor's family forced to bury both of you before they die for birthing that spawn. But since my wife and I are not allowed for such action, and since there are no other suitable girls for you to marry now that your scandal is out in public, your mother and I have no choice but to separate ourselves from your debauchery.
Draco, from this point forward you have no family, no last name. You are no longer a Malfoy. I, Lucius Malfoy, Head of the Malfoy family and fortune, do disown you Draco from my family. You will no longer be welcomed from my family, my halls, nor any of my establishment. If I ever see you again, or if I hear of your name from my associates, then I will take both legal and physical action against you for stealing and soiling the Malfoy name. As of this moment my wife and I have no son, we are childish and so much work to produce a more obedient heir. The rest of your Hogwarts payments were made, but you must fend for yourself for supplies and text. I hope that your death is near and comes slowly. You are truly a disappointment not only on the Malfoy name, but on the Wizarding Community as a whole.
Lucius Malfoy
Tears fell from Harry's eyes as he finished reading. He looked up at Draco, voiceless as his body began to tremor from both the cold air and overwhelming emotion. "Draco…" he breathed. Draco looked up at Harry and sniffled. He silently motioned for the piece of paper and Harry gave it to him. Draco stared at the letter and read in a broken voice, "'You have no family, no last name. You are no longer a Malfoy.'" Fat tears began to form again and Ron held Draco closer to him.
"Don't think about it," Ron said.
"Everything… everything I've known, worked for gone!" Draco continued to cry.
Harry felt extremely sadden at the sight of his strong friend crying. Draco shouldn't cry, he couldn't help but thought to himself. "When did…"
"This morning," Draco said drying his tears. "I found the letter waiting for me. Thankfully no one else saw it but still… I need to figure out how I am going to face them."
"Who?"
"My Housemates," Draco said. "It will be no secret that I am no longer a Malfoy. Father will waste no time making sure that the Community knows that we are no longer related. And after that everything I've worked for since first year, all the connections I've painstakingly made for my father, my family, gone. I'll be no one… I'll be… I'll be—" Tears again.
Frustrated with his emotions, Harry's fist tightened as anger and rage roared inside him. "Shut up," He bit harshly. "Draco. Shut up. You are not a no one, you are a Malfoy! You're my friend, and my best mate's boyfriend. You're stronger than this."
"No I'm not!" Draco glared at Harry, cheeks flushed and voice cracked. "I am not stronger than this Potter!"
"Yes you are!" Harry yelled. "Or are you so stuffed up your father's ass that you can't see that?"
"Don't say that again," Draco said. He pushed away from Ron and stood up, Harry following.
"Or what?" Harry snarled. "You damn prick! Do you really want Daddy's attention so bad that you'll let everything fall apart because he doesn't like you?"
"Shut up Potter!" Draco growled.
"Harry…" Ron said, his eyes moving between Harry and Draco, not knowing what to do.
"Not now Ron," both boys said. Harry's annoyance took the better of him as he said, "You really think that your life is destroyed because of this damn paper? God Malfoy, you're pathetic."
"I am not a Malfoy!"
"Yes you are!" Harry yelled. "You're Draco Malfoy and if you believe otherwise than you really are a pathetic ferret."
Draco gave a strange sound from his throat as he tried to jump at Harry. Harry jumped out of the way and watched as his strong friend fell onto the snow. "Goddamn you Potter," Draco growled out. "Goddamn you."
Harry bent down calmly. An uncharacteristically cold smirk appeared on his face as his eyes glistened in strange happiness. "Who are you?" he whispered, his voice even and showing no emotion.
Draco looked up, at Harry. His face beet-red, eyes puffy and wide as he voice shook, "Draco Malfoy."
"Good," Harry said. "Good… remember that Malfoy, remember who you are. And where your loyalty lies." Harry lightly tapped the side of his glasses with a smirk.
"Harry," Draco whispered. "You're green… all green."
"Of course I am," Harry said as he stood up. "I'm a changed boy."
Draco sighed and stood up slowly, wiping the snow off of his pants and robes. He wiped his face with the sleeve of his robes again and looked at Ron. "I'm sorry… thank you Ron for everything, I'm feeling better now."
Ron nodded and stood up. Draco seemed taller for some reason as Ron rested his head on Draco's chest. "I have no idea what just happened," Ron whispered. "But I'm glad you're feeling better." Ron smiled as one hand reached into his pocket. "I wanted to wait till later to show you this, hoping that this would help your mood… but why not now?" With a blushing smile Ron pulled out another letter. "It's from my mum," he blushed.
Draco gave a small chuckle and took the letter. "Whatever I read now will be immensely better than my father's letter," he sniffled.
Harry moved over his shoulder to read the letter from Mrs. Weasley as well.
Ronald Weasley! How dare you not tell us about your boyfriend! Your father and I had to learn about it from Percy of all people, who for whatever stupid reason is still uncomfortable with Charlie and Andrei (he is such a sweet boy you should have seen how helpful he is around the house). You should have told me sooner Ron from yourself not your brother! And certainly you should have told me with enough time to make him a Christmas jumper! Oh what he must have thought seeing yourself and your brothers and sister wearing those jumpers and not him? I even brought extra wool to make sure I have enough for Andrei, Harry, and Hermione! I am very disappointed that you didn't tell us earlier. Why you did not tell us, I can never even begin to think. Anyway, you better bring him over during summer break at least once so your father and I can meet him.
Also if you would be a dear and tell Harry the same. I am equally disappointed that I had to learn so much about you boys' lives from your brothers and not from you boys.
Lots of Love,
Mum
"She wants to meet me?" Draco said, a confused tone in his voice as his face scrunched up lightly. "But I'm a Malfoy! Or doesn't she know that?"
"I'm sure she knows that by now… everybody saw us last night," Ron blushed.
"Believe me I know," Draco said with a small smirk, his usual attitude coming back to him. "It was part of a uh plan…"
"Did that plan included um… you know," Harry whispered so Ron couldn't hear Draco. "The Slytherins all seeing Tom? He told me about it last night before he returned to the diary."
"No that was entirely him," Draco said. "Although I do not know why but for whatever reason they cannot speak about it."
"What do you mean?"
"When they tried talking to me this morning, their mouths… well they were sewed shut!" Draco said. "I do not know when he did it but Tom did something that made the Slytherins unable to talk about him."
"Wow… that's convenient," Harry said.
"What is?" Ron asked.
Without missing a beat Harry said, "My boyfriend… he's still in the closet, well partially in the closet to his parents, so he jinxed his Housemates so they couldn't talk about it and the news wouldn't reach his parents. … Like I said, Tom likes his privacy."
Ron gave a low whistle. "Wow, strong wizard to do that eh? When am I going to meet him anyway?" he asked.
"Oh uhh… he… we were going to meet up with you, but we got… occupied," Harry blushed.
Ron frowned and said, "Can't we meet him today? There are no classes for us to go to."
"Oh uhh he's still sleeping," Harry said. "I'm guessing that last night exhausted him."
"Alright…" Ron said, he looked as if he didn't trust Harry, or at least felt like Harry didn't trust him. "Well when he wakes up. For now though… Draco, why don't we umm take a walk?"
"Yeah sure," Draco said. He took Ron's hand in his and took the lead. "I'll see you Harry… sorry you had to see that."
"Don't mention it," Harry said. "I hope you feel better." He watched as Draco and Ron moved away from the bench, down the courtyard, and away into the grounds. Despite the cold Harry's face remained emotionless as he stared at where Ron and Draco were only a second ago. He found that he couldn't bring any emotion onto his face but he didn't care. He just stood there, staring, his face a blank neutral expression as his eyes focused, unfocused, and refocused on the stone bench. He found his feet moving automatically as he turned from the stone bench and back into the castle.
Silently, he returned to Gryffindor Tower and said the password in a flat tone. Inside he moved past the lazy Gryffindors who lounged around talking in hushed and relaxed voices. He ignored Hermione who tried to get his attention (mainly about who his date was) and went to the boys' dormitory. In his trunk he pulled out the Marauder's Map as well as his Invisibility Cloak. He wrapped the Cloak on him and opened the Map. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good," he said as he tapped the map with his wand. The map folded open and Harry studied it for a while. Ron and Draco were walking the grounds; Dumbledore was in his office as well as Snape. Harry stared at his name and smiled when he saw that, just about it, was a label saying "Tom Riddle."
Smart map, he mused. His emotionless expression remained and he began to walk. Invisible, Harry made his way out of the Gryffindor common room, following Seamus and Dean as they left the tower, and swept down to the dungeons; an eye was always on the map. When he reached the dungeons he had to slow down as Slytherins roamed.
"I'm just saying that there is no way that was Draco with Weasley," a Slytherin's voice said.
"Still he would choose that poof over me!" Parkinson's voice whined. "What was he even thinking?"
"He wasn't," the first Slytherin said. Harry stood completely still as the two Slytherins came into view. Harry did his best to hug the cold walls of the dungeon and watched as the two Slytherins walked down his corridor and went down one of the many intersections. Harry watched their two dots, making sure that Parkinson and the other Slytherin were far away before he started moving again. Finding Snape's office was easy; it was in the deepest part of the dungeon and right near the potions classrooms. In Snape's office, according to the Marauder's Map, is the castle's storage room for all potion ingredients. The storage room was spacious with rows of ingredients filling the walls. Harry took the Invisibility Cloak off and placed it on a nearby table along with the Marauder's Map.
"Syrup of hellebore, powdered moonstone, Asphodel, and beneberries," Harry listed to himself as he pulled down the four ingredients. "A simple poison. Easy to make and easy to use in most situations," he repeated to himself, his mind going back to a previous lesson he had with Tom. "Syrup of hellebore: blue-colored and used in a variety of potions. Mix two parts syrup of hellebore with a gram of powdered moonstone. Asphodel is a common lily found worldwide. Their powdered roots are used in the Draught of the Living Dead, but the plant by itself can quickly be used for a fast-acting poison. Just mix it in and let it dissolve in the boiling potion. Lastly baneberries for pain."
Harry took the four ingredients and placed them all in a small cauldron found in the center of the storage room. He used his wand to light a fire under the cauldron and allowed it to start boiling. Checking the Marauder's Map he quickly closed the door and locked it magically as he saw Snape's dot leaving Dumbledore's office. Harry knew that he should be feeling some sort of anxiety or fear, but for some reason he didn't. Instead he just turned and continued working emotionlessly as the cauldron came to a roaring boil. He took a stirring rod and started stirring the potion clockwise until it turned from a sort of gray coloring to a solid dark blue. Every few seconds or so Harry's eyes glanced at the Marauder's Map to watch Snape's progress as the professor took his time walking.
When Snape's dot reached the stairs to the dungeon the potion was ready and a solid dark-blue coloring with no hints of gray. Harry took an empty phial off of the wall and filled it with the potion from the small cauldron. He was able to fill six phials with the potion before the cauldron was empty. Putting a spotter in each phial and pocketing them Harry calmly placed the ingredients back on the shelves. Looking at the Map again he saw that Snape was making his way back to his office. Putting the Invisibility Cloak on Harry left the storage room and Snape's office. He met up with Snape in the corridors and hugged the walls as the professor went by uninterrupted. Harry stayed in his spot again, waiting with a patience that is unlike him as Snape entered his office and closed the door behind him.
Harry moved immediately returning to the Gryffindor Tower and back into his dormitory. Placing the Invisibility Cloak back into his trunk as well as the Marauder's Map, Harry checked his watch to see the time. An hour to lunch, he thought to himself. Taking his Firebolt Harry made sure that nobody was in the dormitory as he walked near a large window. Unhooking a hook the window swung open into the air and Harry poked his head down. Seeing nobody Harry tapped his wand against his glasses a few time and smiled when he felt his glasses change into his black mask. Mounting his Firebolt, Harry left Gryffindor Tower and headed towards his destination.
Moving faster than the wind, the scenery around Harry turned only into blurs as he flew through the air getting further and further away from Hogwarts with each and every second. For the first time Harry did not enjoy the sensation of flying as instead he continued to feel the strange oddity that began ever since he read the letter from Lucius Malfoy. The diary burning against his body in his pocket, Harry took a breath and thought I'm sorry Tom, but I need to do this for Draco… for Ron. I don't care what you'll do to me.
It took Harry three hours to reach his destination. He got lost only once but quickly found his way again once he landed in London and stole a look at a tourist's map of the country. Malfoy Manor stood tall in front of Harry as he landed in front of its great front doors. Behind Harry was a gravel driveway towards the Manor with a large hedge curving around it. The manor itself was handsome; lights glinting in the diamond-paned downstairs windows. Somewhere beyond the hedge in the dark gardens was a fountain playing. The front doors swung open and Harry walked in, leaving his broom leaning on the wall next to the doors as he looked around his friend's home. The entrance hallway was large, dimly-lit and sumptuously decorated, with a magnificent carpet covering most of the stone floor. The eyes of pale-faced portraits followed Harry as he strode past.
At the end of the entrance hall was a bronze-handled door that led into the drawing room. The room was large with a large ornate table. Illumination came from a roaring fire beneath a handsome marble mantelpiece surmounted by a gilded mirror. With no fear inside him, Harry moved through the empty drawing room and stopped at the end of the ornate table where there were two sets of dining ware set. One at the head of the table and the other on the right. Taking one phial of the poison Harry poured the poison into the cup intended for Mrs. Malfoy and smiled at the dark-blue potion melded with the red wine Mrs. Malfoy will be drinking for her supper. Harry looked around the room and couldn't help but smirk when he saw an armchair in the corner, obviously for the head of house to sit in as he waits for his guests hidden from view. Harry sat down covered in the shadows and waited for dinner to start.
Lucius and Mrs. Malfoy silently walked into the drawing room ten minutes later. Harry watched as they sat down in their seats and Lucius took the evening edition of the Daily Prophet that waited next to his plate. Mrs. Malfoy took a small sip from his wineglass and watched Lucius for a moment as he skimmed the article titles. "We are lucky so far," Lucius said. "There is no mention of Draco's sodomy in this paper. However I'll have to visit the Ministry tomorrow to finalize the poof's renouncement."
Mrs. Malfoy took another sip of her wine and placed it down. "As long as he can no longer be connected with us, I am fine. Although I still stand by my opinion that we should have tried harder. If he did not find neither girls attractive, then we should maybe have look at some older women to push him to the right direction. Perhaps one of the Carrow sisters? Or we could have tried molding a pureblood who isn't in his House."
"Both options are not worth the headache and money it would take to change the boy," Lucius said. "And until they develop a potion or spell to forcefully change genders then we are stuck. It will be a headache to deal with but this is the only way Narcissa."
"If you insist. I still believe that we could have pushed Draco past this phrase," Narcissa said as she took another drink from her wine. She frowned and looked at her husband. "Lucius. This is the wine I have picked out correct?"
"Of course it is, why are you asking," Lucius asked as he took a sip from his own glass of wine.
Harry couldn't help but smirk as he watched the poison begin to work in Narcissa. The woman's face began to turn blue as her throat closed. She gasped pitfully for air, her hands clawing at her neck, her nails scrapping at the skin and drawing little blood as he continued to choke and cough.
"Narcissa!" Lucius yelled out standing in shock.
Harry took that as his cue to stand. "You can't save her," he said simply. "Her wine was poisoned. She'll be gone soon."
"Who—What are you doing in my house?" Lucius snarled as Harry stepped into the light. He wasn't smiling, but he wasn't frowning either. Instead his face was still emotionless behind his half-mask. His emerald eyes shimmering as he watched Narcissa Malfoy choke to death. Lucius grabbed for his wand but Harry moved with skill and speed he never knew he had and disarmed the Death Eater before he had a chance.
"I am the Dark Prince, heir to the Dark Lord Voldemort," Harry said slowly his wand aimed directly at Lucius. "And you, Lucius Malfoy, are a traitor to both your family and your Lord's cause."
Lucius laughed mockingly and said, "You? Heir to the Dark Lord? What a ridiculous notion. Little boy, you are speaking of things you know little of."
"And you are a monstrous coward who would throw your son away and ignore your true allegiance instead of pretending that you are strong…" Harry said.
"What are you talking about boy?" Lucius asked.
"You planned to disown Draco because of his sexuality. An idiot move to be sure, especially since Draco is thrice the wizard you could ever be," Harry said. "If only you knew the strength Draco had… after all he is an Aura-Reader."
"A what—"
"Don't interrupt!" Harry barked. "You tried throwing Draco out of the Malfoy family, an act that I simply cannot allow. You see, the Malfoy family is quite influential and thus important to the Dark Lord's plans. I was hoping that I would not have to intervene in your family affairs, but after seeing the effects that you caused Draco I cannot stay my hand. It will be smoother and easier for both the Dark Lord and myself with Draco as Head of the family. Of course in order for that to happen both your wife and yourself need to disappear."
"So you intend to kill me boy?" Lucius laughed. "In my own household? I must commend you for your foolish bravery boy, but bravery will only take you so far. Now, hand back my wand and I might decide to let you die swiftly for murdering my wife."
"No. Avada Kedavra!" Harry roared borrowed power fueling the spell. A green jet of light shot from Harry's wand and hit Lucius Malfoy. The man fell to the floor dead and Harry stood in place pushing down the extreme sickness that surged from his stomach. Breathing through his nose Harry waited until he was sure he wouldn't throw up in Draco's home. When he felt his stomach settling down Harry made his way out of the manor and aimed Mr. Malfoy's wand in the air. Using power that isn't his own Harry yelled out "Morsmordre!" A colossal skull, comprised of what looked like emerald stars, with a serpent protruding from its mouth like a tongue formed. It rose higher and higher, blazing in a haze of greenish smoke, etched against the setting sky above the Manor.
Harry threw Lucius' wand into the hedge and mounted his Firebolt leaving the scene of his crime. He made sure to change his mask into his glasses as he flew. It was midnight when he returned to Hogwarts, the window in Gryffindor Tower fortunately still open as he gently hovered into the dormitory and slowly lowered to the floor. The strange odd feeling inside him left and Harry ran to the bathroom, dropping the Firebolt onto the ground as he barely knelt over the toilet before he started throwing up.
What did I do? What did I do? What did I do? Harry cried to himself. Oh god! I'm a murderer! Oh god, oh god, oh god! His skin felt clammy and paled as a cold sweat drenched his forehead.
"Harry? Are you okay?" Ron's voice called out. Harry threw up in response and coughed. He immediately felt a pair of hands on his shoulder. "Harry! Where were you? What happened?"
"I—I—" Harry barely got a word out as he felt sickness overwhelm him again. Empting his stomach for a fourth time Harry spat into the toilet. Ron wiped his hair away from his eyes and rubbed his back. "I did something horrible…" Harry breathed. "I… I felt like it wasn't me when I did it…Draco is going to hate me. Please Ron don't tell him!"
"What did you do Harry? Please tell me," Ron begged softly. Tears welled in Harry's eyes as he turned to Ron. With a violently shaking hand he pulled out a phial of poison and said "I poisoned Draco's parents… they're… they're… oh god!"
"Harry… you…" Ron said flabbergasted staring at his friend. Harry nodded, his eyes closed.
"I wanted to help Draco!" Harry cried out. "He was so heartbroken… his parents were going to destroy his future! I couldn't… I couldn't… oh god Ron please don't hate me!"
"Hate you? Harry… I don't… I don't hate you Harry," Ron said, "but… to go that far… to kill. What are you thinking?"
"I wasn't," Harry frowned. "It was as if I was another person… I used spells I don't even know. I casted the Dark Mark over the manor with Mr. Malfoy's wand. … Ron what am I going to do?"
Ron thought for a moment than said, "Nothing. You said you've placed the Dark Mark over the house? Then they'll think that Death Eaters killed them. I think it's best if everyone thinks that. … Let's forget this even happened. For all we know you spent the entire day here with your boyfriend. Okay?"
"Ron… thank you," Harry said. He fell into Ron's arms and hugged him deeply. Harry cried and allowed his friend to help him to his feet. Slowly the two moved from the toilet to the sink and Ron took Harry's glasses off. Harry washed his face and stared at his reflection in the mirror. Same face, same green eyes, same black hair, same cheeks, same pouty lips and yet… he felt different. I guess that's what murder does to you, he mused sadly. He took out the remaining phials of poison and poured them all down the drain. Ron helped him to his bed and opened his covers.
Harry kicked his shoes and socks off and barely dropped the empty phials into his nightstand drawer before collapsing into sleep.
Harry woke up to the picture of Malfoy Manor on the front page of the Daily Prophet with the caption "LUCIUS AND NARCISSA MALFOY FOUND DEAD AT HOME! DEATH EATER ATTACK?"
Earlier this morning Wiltshire woke up to see a ghastly sight: The Dark Mark towering over Malfoy Manor. Now the Ministry of Magic are left wondering who or what could have left the mark as well as who the possible murderer of Lucius,41, and Narcissa Malfoy,39. The bodies of the Malfoys were found by one of their numerous house-elves as they were cleaning their evening dinner. The Ministry was called immediately and Aurors rushed to the household to investigate the murders of the heads of one of the most influential Wizarding families. Head Auror Kingsley Shaklebolt was first to arrive at the scene and described the gruesome scene.
"We found the bodies in the drawing room," Shaklebolt reported, "They were near their chairs: Narcissa Malfoy seemed to fall from her seat and Lucius Malfoy was found about a few inches away from his own seat. After several examinations we've found traces of poison in Mrs. Malfoy's cup but none in Mr. Malfoy's. While cause of death is not final it is most likely that Mrs. Malfoy was poisoned while Mr. Malfoy was killed with an Unforgivable Curse."
Another interesting thing, Shaklebolt noted, was that earlier that night the Improper Use of Magic Office was alerted to activity in Malfoy Manor by the Trace. "We are currently looking into that," Shaklebolt said when asked about the alert. "From the looks of it, there might be a coincident and one of their neighbors' children were close enough to have the alert go off at the time of the murder. The possibility that an underage wizard committed the crime is unlikely, but still a possibility. We are not closing any doors for this crime at this moment."
Whoever the murderer is, underage wizard or no, the murder is surely to be the talk of town as both Malfoys leave their sole son Draco Malfoy, 14, an orphan. Draco, who is currently attending Hogwarts and was fortunate to decide to stay at the school during the break, was unable to comment on this tragedy. However he will be comforted to know that the entire work force of the Daily Prophet is with him during this troubling time.
Harry's eyes looked up at the Slytherin table to find Draco. He looked more depressed than sad as he just sat there. The other Slytherins just stared at him along with the rest of the Great Hall. Some tried to go near him including Parkinson and Greengrass but Draco just gave them an empty look before looking down at his untouched breakfast. There was movement from the staff table and Harry watched as Professor Snape and Professor Dumbledore moved towards the Slytherin table. They stopped on either side of Draco and his friend silently stood and followed the two professors out down the length of the Great Hall and out into the entrance hall.
"I'd better follow him," Ron said standing. He barely looked at Harry as he rushed after his boyfriend.
"Horrible," Hermione said next to Harry. "We know that Mr. Malfoy is… well… he's not the nicest person in the world, but who would break into his home and do this?" she looked at Harry both shocked and worried. "Harry? Are you okay? You're looking rather pale."
"Yeah… yeah I'm fine," Harry lied. He looked at the Daily Prophet again and frowned, his stomach dropping as he read the article again.
A/N: Well this happened. How will this affect the rest of the story? Who knows!
Guest: I hope you liked the smut lol
Madzia: Thank you I'm glad that you enjoyed the story. As for Ron being top… well he and Draco are more verse. Sometimes Ron is the more Top and Draco Bottom while other times the opposite happens. But yes the Tom/Harry scenes are my favorite as well lol
Iya: Great that you love the domination lol. And the hint of the room of requirement is from the book. And took me reading the scene four times to actually get it.
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MirrorFlower and DarkWind: Well hopefully with each chapter Tom is coming closer to his not needing the diary at all.
Super MKatR: Murder happens next. Murder and guilt.
CloudZzFluffyBedsOfWhite: Tom is much more than Dirty Talk lol. He may be saving something special for Harry when he gets his body fully back. And of course Voldemort likes to be dramatic but he always covers his tracks. Well here he did. And at this rate Ron and Tom might never have a talk lol
Animelover1416: I'm honored that you're calling this one of your favorites! Thank you very much.
Tamii769: Sorry for any delays.