Harry idly perused what used to be his living room. It was completely decimated, but they were hoping to find something to help them in amongst the mess.
"Looks like it was a nice place," he heard Fred murmur.
"It was," Draco said. "Ironically, the most tasteless room was left untouched," he added.
"I had charms to keep the girls out," Harry said without turning round, kicking part of his shredded sofa out of his path with more force than was probably necessary. "As you well know."
"I thought it was to keep Grace from finding your drinks cabinet," Draco responded, Harry turned round to glare at him.
"You never stop do you?" he gritted out angrily. Draco looked sheepishly at the floor.
"Sorry, maybe I'll cut it out for now, seeing as…."
"A psychotic homicidal bitch has kidnapped my daughter?" Harry suggested.
"That would be the one."
"Well thanks, how magnanimous of you," Harry muttered as he turned back round and spotted a smashed photo frame on the floor. He bent down to pick it up, tipped the glass away and began extracting the photograph inside.
"Why don't you just use a spell to repair it?" Hermione asked, bending down and reaching for the frame.
"No thank you," Harry responded as he pulled the photo free and pocketed it. "God knows what filth has touched it now," he said, referring to the death eaters who had destroyed his home.
"We could clean it too," she said dismisively.
"The man said no Granger," Draco growled from behind them.
"Right," she said, trying ineffectively to mask the hurt in her eyes and not even bothering to say that she was 'just trying to help'.
"Hello?" A voice called, Hermione and Fred pulled out their wands cautiously.
"Put them away," Harry muttered. "And get rid of your robes," he added.
"Why?" Fred questioned as he and Hermione followed Harry and Draco into the hall. A tall blonde haired young woman stood in the broken doorway, and was looking around in shock at the destruction.
"Harry!" she exclaimed taking a step forward. "Are you okay? What happened?" she questioned in concern.
"Morning Rebecca," Harry said tiredly as he sat down on the bottom step of the staircase.
"The place was broken in to," Draco told her the half truth.
"Draco!" she exclaimed and pulled him into a hug. When they pulled apart Draco left his arm round her waist, Fred shot a sideways glance at harry who just rolled his eyes.
"I'm so glad that the tragic events of my life have brought you two together," he said dryly.
"Actually, a couple of bottles of wine brought us together a few months ago," Draco replied just as dryly. Harry shook his head and chuckled despite himself. Rebecca shucked Draco's arm off and took a few steps further towards Harry.
"Are Grace and the girls okay?" she asked.
"No," he answered her honestly. "Grace is in a coma and Paige is missing."
"Oh my-" she gasped. "Harry, I- If there's anything I can do…" she trailed off.
"I'll give you a call," he smiled. "Thanks Rebecca."
"Anytime," she smiled. "I've got to go, Jason has the dentists," she said before she left with a kiss to Draco's cheek before she walked down the path.
"Now that we've managed to secure you a date for the near future, are we done here?" Harry asked. Draco threw him an irritated look which Harry ignored.
"We should probably get Snape to come and see if he recognises any of the Death Eater's handy work," Hermione suggested.
"Oh, because each Death Eater has their own unique way of trashing a house?" Harry asked snidely.
"Well-" Hermione began, but Harry cut her off.
"But then again, it was wizards that trashed this particular house, wizards who despise muggles and non-magical ways of life; and yet-"
"They did the place over muggle style," Draco finished. "So calling Severus would be a good idea."
"Exactly," Harry agreed. "You guys can go back, I need to make a few calls," he said as he bent down to pick the phone up off the hallway floor, "And I need to fix that door back on," he said nodding to the doorway as Rebecca's blonde head drifted out of view.
Harry re-entered the Black-kitchen later that afternoon, to see his daughter floating teacups round the room to the audience of an impressed looking Remus Lupin. He sighed and grabbed one of the floating tea-cups.
"Amber, what have I told you?" he said as he poured himself a cup of tea.
"You knew she could do this?" Remus asked.
"Of course," Harry said as he said down, giving Amber a pointed look until all the cups were safely sitting on the table.
"That's extraordinary magical talent to be exhibiting at such a young age," Remus said, Amber's face shone with pride as she grinned at Remus' compliment.
"Not so much when you're trying to live with it. When she was younger she used to float the breakfast dishes off the table and then drop them onto the floor," Harry told him. "Kinda irritating." Remus chuckled.
"I can imagine," he smiled. "I remember your parents having similar trouble with you actually, when you were teething. Sirius and I became rather reluctant to visit, for fear of being pummelled with baby toys," Remus smiled at the memory. Harry grinned, he'd missed Remus. "I still have some of the scars actually-"
"Oh shut up," Harry grinned. Draco walked in a few minutes later and glanced between Remus and Harry.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"Daddy hitting Uncle Remus with toys," Amber answered with a grin. Draco raised an eyebrow.
"Oh really?" he said smoothly. "And what's all this Uncle Remus business?" he said to Amber, looking hurt. "What happened to Uncle Draco?" he asked, pouting. Amber grinned.
"You're still the bestest," she said with a smile. "Wanna' see me magic the tea-cups?" she asked excitedly. Harry cleared his throat loudly. "Never mind," she mumbled.
"Spoil sport," Draco grumbled as he sat down next to Amber.
"So has Snape been over to the house yet?" Harry asked.
"He's there now. Granger went with him, I think she just wants another chance to nose around again," he commented.
"Probably," Harry nodded.
"Harry," Remus said in a scolding tone. Harry looked at him with raised eyebrows.
"Remus I'm twenty-eight."
"Still, you shouldn't say spiteful things about your friends."
"It was truth-telling actually, and it comes from years of being subjected to Mr.Malfoy's presence."
Draco grinned. "I besmirched the Boy Who Lived," he said gleefully. Harry rolled his eyes.
"Shall we gravitate this conversation round some kind of meaning?" Snape asked as he stepped into the kitchen, followed by Hermione.
"You found something?" Harry asked, standing up.
"In a manner of speaking," Snape nodded.
Firstly I'd like to apologise for how long it's been since I updated! As I've said before I was doing my exams, but not writing for all that time left me facing a blank page with no ideas. I'm back on track now with plans for the next three chapters which I'm going to start writing up asap. Sorry again!
Thanks to Captain Oz for reviewing the last chapter, and to all those who read it. I hope you liked this one, REVIEW and let me know! Thanks x
