The next day, Draco Malfoy found himself waiting along with his mother for Harri Potter to arrive at the Library. He had been forced to use the Polyjuice potion by his mother so that no one would see them here. It had annoyed him greatly, but here is past; he was not so old that he could refute her like he used to. Her advice was also not bad, as he had heard Snape speaking about order members guarding Harri's home. Even though the order would reform a year from now, there was always a risk of Dumbledore keeping an eye here. So now, he was standing looking like a muggle boy he had snatched some hairs from, while his mother had instead used a little transfiguration to make herself unrecognizable.
He was brought out of his musings from a gradually increasing rant. Looking up, he saw Harri walking towards them; her hair spread all over the place as she stomped towards them.
"Should I expect these sweet words from you every time, Princess?"
The teenage witch stopped just as she was going to cross them.
"Malfoy?"
He gave a short bow.
"In all glory, Princess."
She was silent for a second,
"Polyjuice?"
He nodded before pointing towards his mum.
"Yup. My mother, Lady Narcissa Malfoy, insisted so that no one else recognizes us."
Harri immediately stepped back as she looked at her mother.
"Lady Malfoy."
Her mother raised an eyebrow before bowing a little.
"Lady Potter, I greet you."
Just as he thought about speaking, Harri made a muffled noise, and he lost all control.
"Ainn."
He kept on laughing, despite the glares his mother and Harri were showering on him.
"Ignore my son, Lady Potter. This is a traditional way to greet the Lady of a House."
"Oh, okay. What do you mean by Lady Potter, Mrs. Malfoy?"
Narcissa opened her mouth to reply, but her eyes suddenly found the reddening bruise on the girl's arm. She grabbed her hand but stopped when a wand appeared under her face out of nowhere. Draco's stopped laughing immediately, but she noticed that he didn't draw his wand.
"What are you doing, Mrs. Malfoy?"
She looked in the angry green eyes staring at her before pointing towards the bruise.
"May I?"
Potter immediately stepped away, snatching her hand roughly, but before Harri could refuse, she pulled the robe on her own arm, showing a fading bruise.
"I have some practice, Lady Potter."
Potter froze in the place, her eyes moving from her arm to her face to Draco. When the teenage witch continued hesitating, she glanced at Draco.
"Go, find a place for us to sit. We will be there soon."
Her son stared at her and Harri with a hard face before nodding and leaving. Once he was gone, she turned around, but Harri had already stepped in front of her.
She didn't say anything, just raised her wand and muttered a healing charm. The bruise immediately stopped expanding and started to look like it was old. Harri stared at it for a few moments before looking at her.
"I apologize..."
"No need, Lady Potter. I can understand why you acted as you did."
As they started walking towards the Library, the younger witch spoke up.
"Amm, can you teach me that spell, Lady Malfoy?"
She shook her head as a plan formed in her mind. Harri's condition gave her a perfect reason to solve one of her biggest personal regrets.
"No, Lady Potter."
She noticed the younger witch, who looked like she had expected that answer.
"But, I know someone who can. How much time do you have before you need to return back?"
The girl looked at her with awe before it turned into confusion.
"Not anytime soon. My relatives left on a three days vacation today. I can return whenever I want."
"That is good. Could you please call Draco back? I am afraid we would have to postpone today's discussion."
Draco soon returned along with Harri.
"What happened, Mother?"
"Draco, Ms. Potter needs something to see someone before you can begin what you plan."
She didn't explain any further before dragging them towards an empty corner. A few flicks of her wand set up a temporary muggle repelling ward. Then, she closed her eyes, bringing up the memory of her older sister hugging her.
"Expecto Patronum"
Twin gasps told her that her attempt had been once again successful. Opening her eyes, she saw the familiar white fox which swirled around her son before stopping in front of her.
"Go to my sister. Tell her,' You promised to help me should I ever need it, Andi. Do your words still hold?"
The fox nodded before jumping and disappearing in thin air.
"You can cast a Patronus."
Unlike she had expected, Harri's potter voice did not hold the awe people usually did that spell.
"Yes, Lady Potter. It is a little difficult and not always successful, but is a worthy spell."
The teenage witch shrugged and leaned against the wall.
"I don't find it that difficult, plus prongs arrives every time I call him."
"Prongs?"
"You can do that spell?"
She and Draco asked simultaneously.
"Yeah, my Patronus is a stag; I call him Prongs. Professor Lupin taught it to me last year."
Two thoughts immediately came into her mind. Remus Lupin was worthy of keeping an eye on, and if Draco had not accepted his contract with Daphne, she would have made sure that he would marry Harri Potter. The teenage witch was talking about forming a Patronus like it was a simple thing for a child still in school. Any more thoughts fled her mind as another Patronus appeared in front of her, a very familiar wolf and a familiar voice.
"St, Mungo's. Private Healer room 11. I am waiting."
She controlled her emotions that swept through her before turning to look at the two teenagers.
"Ms. Potter, if you could grab.."
The girl shook her head and stepped back.
"Uh, huh, I am not going anywhere with you, Mrs. Malfoy. My experience with your son and your husband does not allow that much trust in either of you."
She was confused about what Harri was talking about but pushed it for later.
"My sister is a healer at the wizarding hospital, St. Mungo's, Ms. Potter. I would be taking you there."
The girl stared at her for a few seconds.
"Can a house-elf take me there?"
She nodded, understanding what the witch was saying.
"Call you elf and tell him to take you to the room, the Patronus informed us. We will meet you there."
With that, she grabbed her protesting son and apparated away.
Senior Healer Andromeda Tonks was taking a rest from her daily round when an unknown Patronus bounded into her room. She started pulling up her tool kit for an emergency when a familiar voice sounded from the Patronus.
"You promised to help me should I ever need it, Andi. Do your words still hold?"
It took her a long time to get over the shock of hearing Narcissa's voice, but she finally collected herself and sent a reply back. She had made that promise after sneaking into Grimmauld Place a night before Narcissa's marriage but had never expected her sister to call on it, not after so long.
A few moments later, her sister appeared in front of her with a small pop. She was holding her son's hand, who had an angry expression on his face. Ignoring it for a moment, she focused on the face that would often appear in her mind.
"Lady Malfoy..."
She couldn't get out anything more than that as her sister embraced her. Her arms were so tight that she was having trouble breathing, which Narcissa's son noticed.
"Ease of her, mum. You don't want to knock her out right after meeting her, right?"
Narcissa jumped back and started fretting over her. After getting her breath back, she willingly hugged her little sister, who seemed to melt in her embrace.
"Cissa..."
"I missed you, Andy; I am sorry..."
Her ever stone-faced sister broke down in her arms, and she had no idea what to do. After sparing a glare at Draco, who was rolling his eyes at the scene, she tried consoling Narcissa. Fortunately, someone else popped in the room, which seemed to shock Narcissa out of her crying state. Her own eyes went wide at seeing the girl-who-lived, who appeared to be giving a smug smile towards Draco.
"I was not sure you would be coming, Potter."
He hesitated for a moment before continuing.
"That's my house-elf."
"Not anymore. I freed him from your family's cruel hands." came the snippy reply from Harri Potter.
"Not the family, only my father's cruel hands. And by freeing, you meant you stole him."
"No, I did not."
"Oh, then do tell me, what was the payment that you gave my father in exchange for relieving that house-elf."
The teenage witch hesitated only for a moment before replying sweetly.
"I did not give any payment; I just convinced him to release Dobby."
Draco scoffed as both teenagers glared at each other.
"You tricked him using your sock, Potter, don't hide it."
"Oh, piss off, Malfoy. You don't know anything, you peacock."
"Very original insult, Scarhead, very original."
"I will show you original, you airheaded.."
Andromeda too wanted to join in her sister's giggling but refrained from it and spoke up loudly."
"Children, that's enough. I am sure you did not come here to snipe at each other, do that later."
Harri glared at Draco one last time before pointing at Narcissa.
"Ask her; she was the one that decided to come here."
She looked at Narcissa, who seemed to think for a moment before looking at her son.
"Draco, could you explain it to her too, please?"
The Malfoy heir nodded at his mother.
"Aunt Andromeda.."
And wasn't that a shock.
"Last year, after I heard the news about the escape of Sirius Black..."
As Draco continued speaking, her thoughts ranged from guilt, confusion, anger, and much more. Harri joined in a few times, implying in a few choice words that she had something to do with Sirius's escape from Hogwarts. She had never believed that Sirius was guilty, but her status in the wizarding politics and the utmost security had not let her get a chance even to visit her cousin in Azkaban.
"Where is he?"
The girl-who-lived didn't reply for a moment.
"I have no idea, Mrs..."
"Tonks, Andromeda Tonks."
She looked at her sister, who was wiping tears from her eyes.
"We can look for Sirius later, Andi. Right now, I would like you to perform a check-up on Ms. Potter."
Before she could speak, Harri spoke up with a frown.
"Check-up? You never said anything about check-up."
"You are correct, Lady Potter. Andromeda here is a senior healer. She can understand injuries much better and advise on ways of healing."
A number of questions stormed in her mind, but she kept silent while Harri Potter was still staring at her with suspicion. From the side, Draco spoke up in a soft voice.
"Potter, she was kicked off the Black family after running away and marrying a muggle-born. She is...different."
The teenage witch looked at her for confirmation, at which she nodded. Pointing Harri to sit at one of the chairs, she brought out the equipment needed.
"I am going to start with diagnostic charms, Ms. Potter. All results would appear in this linked parchment, which the patient and the healer performing the charm would see. Should you give permission, the results can be shared with whoever you wish."
As the charms started working, she looked over Harri Potter with a healer's eye.
"Your hair needs a little trimming and conditioning, Ms. Potter. How long have you let it be like that?"
"Don't remember; it has always been like that."
She nodded, not paying much attention to what she had heard.
"Where did you get the cut last time?"
"Nowhere. As I said, it has always been like that for as long as I can remember. Aunt Petunia shaved me once, but it grew back overnight."
Her wand stilled as the implications of those words set in. She knew Draco and Narcissa had realized that too, both of them looking at Harri with a shocked expression.
"You mean you have never got a haircut, and yet your hair has always remained the same?"
Harri had noticed their expression and replied with confusion.
"Yes, that's what I said."
Draco started muttering under his breath, but she did hear a few cuss words. Harri looked at her with worry.
"What, is there a problem?"
"No, it is not a problem. You are Metamorphagus, Ms. Potter."
"Meta what?"
Once she had explained what that trait meant, Harri leaned back to think.
"Is it rare? I mean, you guys are acting like it is a big deal."
"It is, Ms. Potter. It is a magical trait unique to the Black bloodline, and there is currently only one other known Metamorphagus in the entire country."
"Ohh, is there any way I can talk to them? I mean, I don't know what to do..."
She grabbed the frantic Witch's hand to calm her down.
"I can definitely get you in touch with her, Ms. Potter. I am sure she would be glad to help you."
"How do you know that?"
There was something hidden in those words, some emotions that she didn't like.
"Given that the person is my daughter, I am quite confident in that. I am a daughter of House Black, remember."
Understanding dawned on the young witch's face.
"You might even remember her. She was in her final year when you arrived for your first year at Hogwarts. Nymphadora Tonks, she was in house Hufflepuff."
"The pink-haired girl."
"Yes, my daughter likes to be known as a little different.", she added dryly.
"Oh, she was different, that was for sure."
Sharing a laugh with Harri, she raised her wand.
"Let me call her here. She is at home preparing for the last test of her Auror training program."
But before she could utter the words, Draco spoke up in a firm voice.
"No, do not call her, Ms. Tonks."
Seeing all three women look at him with confusion, he explained.
"Your daughter is quite close to the Headmaster, Mrs. Tonks, and given that he was the one who placed Harri with her relatives and continues to send her back every year despite her requests not to do so, I don't think it would be a good idea."
Andromeda continued to look at him with confusion, but her mother and Harri had understood what he was saying.
"Complete her check-up; you will understand. I will wait outside."
With that, he stood up and left the room, his mind going over what valuable piece of information he had just learned. After sending a Patronus to his wife with an inquiry, he started wondering how Potter's powers had remained hidden in the future.