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Quick Note: Sorry there was no chapter yesterday, I am still a bit sick and was very busy. Not a good combo, but that's life for you. Anyway, on with the review responses and then the chapter!
FANactic Writer: Yes. However, I'm not sure that's the name I'd use to save the two Malfoys. I still say Lucius is a weasel, especially with how much he hates the Weasley Family. Plus, I can just see someone... Oooh! Thanks! You just prompted a fun idea!
Extraction
A loud *POP!* Announced Dobby's return to Narcissa, who woke with a start, "Dobby?"
"Mistress Cissy! Dobby found Head of House Black! He wants to see yous now! Right nows!" Dobby exclaimed with a smile on his face. "Yous and Little Master Drake!"
Narcissa gaped in shock and a bit of fear, "Right now?"
"NARCISSA!"
Narcissa paled so much that she was almost as pale as her hair was blonde, as she whispered quickly, "Dobby, get Draco first! Get him out of here! I can hide for a few minutes, but get him out now! Take him to Lord Black! Please!"
"Mistress Cissy, Head Black says both..." Dobby frowned worriedly as he heard vases being thrown about the main hall.
"NARCISSA! GET DOWN HERE!"
"Then get me to Draco and we'll leave now," Narcissa's eyes were wide with fear. She hadn't heard Lucius this upset since the Dark Lord had died... She was just thankful that Draco had been born in June, at least she hadn't been pregnant when he'd almost killed her for the fourth time.
"Okay, Dobby can do thats!" Dobby bobbed his head eagerly.
"Now! Please Dobby!" Narcissa clutched onto the elf's hand.
*POP!*
*POP!*
It disoriented Narcissa for a moment, but Draco had just apparently come out of a shower, as he had a towel wrapped around his waist, "Mother?"
"Draco, we'll take care of everything else, later," Narcissa waved her wand at her son, transfiguring his towel into a proper set of robes and trousers, before she took his hand and yanked him into her hug by way of his left hand.
*CRASH!*
"NARCISSA! GET! DOWN! HERE! NOW!" Lucius' voice carried so much rage that it made Narcissa tremble with fear.
"Better the devil we don't know than the devil we do," Narcissa cringed at the tone of anger she heard in her husband's voice. "Now, Dobby! Take us to Lord Black!"
"YOU UNGRATEFUL WITCH! GET-"
*POP!*
*POP!*
This time, it was a longer and the disorientation was greater than the first time. Narcissa and Draco almost fell to the floor, when someone caught them.
"Are you all right, Madam? Kid?"
"Where?"
"Well, I see Dobby brought you. You must be here to see Lord Black and his sister. I'm Ranma Saotome, by the way. You get your bearings?"
"Yes, I'm sorry, we were in a hurry and I didn't realize how disorienting the journey would be. Thank you, Dobby," Narcissa had still been holding onto Dobby, so she gave the little elf a one armed hug, as her other was holding her son.
"Dobby happy to help Mistress Cissy and Little Master Drake," Dobby smiled and began to tear up.
"I'm sorry, young man. Thank you for catching us. Where should we go to see Lord Black and... his sister?" Narcissa blinked in surprise. No one that could have inherited that title had a sister, as far as she was aware.
"Follow me. They're this way," Ranma smiled as he helped her to stand on her own two feet, before letting her keep hold of the elf and her son. He led the way into another room, to a set of closed doors. "They'll see you, right through these doors. You'll be fine. No physical harm will come to you, as long as you don't attack them."
Surprisingly, that reassured Narcissa, but both she and Draco kept their guards up as they knocked on the doors, heard a faint voice tell them to enter, and then, all they saw was a woman in pants resting her arm on the backing of a wing back chair that was facing away from them towards a fireplace.
"Welcome, Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. Please do come in. My name is Nolana Black. What can my brother and I do for you?"
"Black?" Narcissa blinked in surprise.
"Yes, I am Lord Black's sister. A pleasure to meet you, even if the reason for this meeting is not," Nana played the part of a haughty pureblood quite well. It was also interesting to find that neither Narcissa or Draco noticed that Mukuro, Chrome, Tsuna, Takashi, and Harry were all inside the room with them under an illusion. Luckily, Harry hadn't questioned the use of illusions, so Nana and the others hadn't had to explain Flames to Harry, just yet.
"The pleasure is ours, Heir Black," Narcissa dipped her head to show respect, and when nudges, Draco followed her lead.
"Oh dear, Lady Malfoy, please don't be so formal. I go by Nana. Now there are some questions that Lord Black has asked me to put to you and young Draco. If we could begin?" Nana motioned with her right hand towards a sofa and single chair.
"Narcissa then, I insist," Narcissa smiled slightly at the normality of formality. Together, she sat with Draco on her right and Dobby on her left. Dobby of course was in tears, because he was so happy for his Mistress, but he hardly made a peep. How unusual for him.
"What is your opinion on the Dark Lord?"
"We are unmarked, Nana," Narcissa replied.
"I'm sure that Ranma told you that no harm will come to you while you're here," Nana gently chided. "If you are wondering about our loyalties, we support the Gray or Neutral side. The so-called Light has a manipulator disguised as a leader. The so-called Dark is the same."
"That is a relief to hear, Nana," Narcissa sighed in relief. "I-"
"I'm afraid that this is just the beginning of our questions from Lord Black," Nana interrupted her with a slightly sad look on her face.
Narcissa stopped talking and waited on the edge of her seat, like a starving dog waiting for a bone, before she stated, "We do not support the Dark Lord."
"Mother!" Draco hissed as he glanced around the room, nervously.
"Where did those bruises come from?" Nana asked calmly and gently.
"My husband."
"The reason?" Nana delved further.
Draco scoffed, "He doesn't need one. He just gets in a bad mood and hits either one of us." After he'd said it, his eyes flew wide open in shock that he'd said anything.
"Thank you for your honesty, Draco. We are trying to see if we can offer you protection, but there are a few things in motion that it could disrupt if we're not careful," Nana tried to comfort the boy.
"Actions speak louder than words, Lady," Draco eyed her cagily.
"So they do, Draco. Please call me Nana. Now, I must ask you how you really feel about Harry Potter?"
"I thought he could help us with Father. He didn't want to be my friend, and he's Dumbledore's Golden Boy," Draco grumbled.
"I see, and what if I told you that Dumbledore is the so-called Leader of the Light and has been attempting to control Harry similar ways that Lucius harmed you and your mother?" Nana asked curiously.
"Wait. What?!" Draco gaped in surprise.
"Of course, he didn't do the dirty work himself, he just made Harry's relatives harm him. You know his Grandmother was a Black, yes?" Nana brought Narcissa back into the conversation in a way that surprised the older witch.
"Yes, she was," Narcissa agreed.
"Now, if you know all that you know now, what do you think about him now?" Nana put to both Malfoys.
"That I should have just told him the truth," Draco bit the bullet. He felt like he'd a twenty foot hole in his stomach.
"Would you offer friendship to him, now that you know what he has dealt with, Harry?" Nana asked the invisible Potter, making both Malfoys look up in surprise.
Mukuro released the illusion on Harry, to allow him to answer. Harry didn't disappoint, "Would you still make fun of Hermione?"
"As long as Crabb and Goyle are near me, then no," Draco admitted.
"What do you really think about muggleborns?" Harry asked curiosuly.
"I don't really know enough about them, except that Granger is very smart," Draco shrugged.
"In that case, want to be friends?" Harry asked with a shrug, "One abused kid to another? We won't always agree, but we can always agree to disagree."
"Agreed. Brilliant," Draco smiled happily.
"On to our next question," Nana sighed. "Do I really have to, brother? I think it's clear that they don't care about the Dark..."
"Do it," a voice came from the other side of the chair by the fireplace.
"Fine, but you owe me!" Nana rolled her eyes before winking at Narcissa, "I swear, he never grew up. Now, what do you think of your cousin Sirius, that got thrown into Azkaban without a trial?"