hello everyone, i hope everyone had a happy easter... my heart goes out to everyone affected by the tragedy that struck Sri Lanka and Paris with the destruction of Notre Dame

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The world twisted and turned, pushing and pulling at the same time, in all directions, at one point Harry felt like he wasn't whole anymore, like large pieces of him were missing. The squeezing sensation seemed to last forever, that was until he hit the ground. Turning over Harry started retching up what was left of his dinner from the night before, nauseous after experiencing apparition for the first time.

"Bloody Hell! What in the world was that?" Asked Harry once he stopped throwing up, and caught his breath, spittle running down is chin and sweat gathering on his face.

"That was apparition. It's a magical method of traveling, that takes one from one place to another instantaneously."

Looking up at the new voice Harry found himself looking up at a man that looked a lot like Draco. He had the same pale hair and skin, silvery grey eyes, and most importantly an air of self important arrogance.

"Though what you did is actually called side-apparition, which is where someone appartites you along with them. It's said to be more painful and nauseating than personal apparition," said the man in a voice that left little room for argument.

Harry stumbled to his feet, the world dangerously swaying around him.

"Tom! You've returned," the man cried out as he looked at Tom.

"It has been a while, Lucius. It's good you haven't forgotten me, your son was invaluable to me the other night."

"Draco, My Lord?" Asked the man that had now been confurmed as Draco's father.

"Yes Lucius. Your son and Mr. Potter here had detention in the Forbidden Forest the other night and came across me and Fenrir speaking. He stopped Harry from running away and helped keep Dumbledore and the other teachers from finding us while we took the spells and potions that had been placed on Harry off. It seems Dumbledore has been up to no good again. While sending first years into such a dangerous forest is bad enough, he placed so many dark and dangerous spells and potions on such a young child, if Harry didn't have such strong magic he would surely be dead. In fact I would bet that if we hadn't taken them off he would have been dead within a year or so from the strain it was putting on his mind and magic... Now, we have much to do. Myself as well as Harry and Fenrir will be staying with you for a while as I have Slytherin Manor repaired. I wanted to repair it before the attack, but I never got the chance. Now that I finally can I will, until then I hope you will allow us to stay and sort a few things out."

"Of course My Lord, the pleasure is mine. You may all have any of the guest suits you wish. TIFFY! She will show you to the third floor guest wing."

"What's that!?" Harry exclaimed at the house elf's sudden appearance, his eyes as big as the floppy eared creature before him.

"That is a house elf, Mr. Potter. They serve wizarding families. Haven't you even seen one?" Asked Lucius, who raised an eyebrow to show that he was unimpressed at Harry's lack of decorum and basic knowledge.

"No, I grew up with muggles. We don't have such things." Harry despite knowing it was rude, couldn't help but stare at the floppy eared, large eyed being in front of him.

"What can Tiffy be doing for Master?" Asked the house elf in a high squeaky voice.

"Show these guests to the third floor guest wing. Left them have any room they choose, and let the other know we have guests."

"Tiffy be doing what Master wishes. Come follow Tiffy," said the house elf as she walked towards the nearest stairs that would take them to the appropriate floor.

"Lucius," Tom said before turning to follow the house elf. "You will want to write a letter to your son explaining the situation. And before you ask Harry will be staying with me. He is under my protection, once they joined James and Lily were two of my best people, like family, alongside yourself if you remember. Harry should have been raised here with us, along with Draco. As that didn't happen I will attempt to correct that mistake."

He then turned and followed the other three as they headed up the large, grand, main staircase. "Oh, we stayed up most of the night, and are in much need of a good amount of sleep, and so you won't see us until dinner or even later."

Lucius watched them as they made their way to the third floor, if he had been anyone else but a Malfoy he would have broken out in cheers, and maybe have done a small dance in joy. But being a Malfoy they didn't permit such things, he did however break into a large grin and headed straight for his wife. He might not have loved her like he was supposed to a wife, but she was his best friend. So when his father refused to allow him to marry his lover, let alone a man, he was happy to marry someone who knew that his heart belonged to another. She had happily agreed that they only need share a bed until they had successfully conceived an heir. After that, and the birth of said heir they had moved on to their respective lovers Lucius with Severus, and Narcissa with her own string of lovers.

They had planned on getting divorced after Draco was five but only to realize that Lucius's father had made their marriage contract unbreakable, unless they couldn't conceive a male heir to carry on the Malfoy name, which by that time they found out they had already done the only thing that could have ended their marriage. Once again their friendship came in handy, while they would never love each other in that way, they could live the rest of their lives together easily. Finally tracking down his wife in the informal lounge he told her the good news.

"He's really back?"

"Yes, Cissa. And somehow he brought Harry Potter with him."

"Severus will be so happy! He has missed Harry all these years. He not only lost his Lord, one of his best friends, but sister, brother, and godchild all in one night. Remember how long he searched of Harry after words, he even collapsed from exhaustion that one time... No matter what he did he couldn't find poor Harry. Now he has a chance to be in Harry's life again, to be his godfather."

Cissa was beside herself with the good news, now that her Lord, even friend, had returned he would make their world what they had always wished it would be.

HP/FG-TW

"Here be the guest rooms, Master say you can have whatever ones you be wanting. If you's be needing anything just call for Tiffy." POP and she was gone.

"Are all house elves like that?" Asked Harry now that she was gone unsure what to think of the house elf.

"Yes they are. Now we should pick our rooms.," answered Tom as he turned and opened the nearest door. It opened up to a smaller room with a full bed in the middle and large bay windows along the outerwall. Deciding that this wasn't a good room Tom moved on to the next door, this one lead to a larger room than the last. It had the same bay windows as the last, with a pair of french doors that had a small balcony just beyond them. The room itself was filled with a large queen sized bed, a dark wooden wardrobe covered with carvings, and a collection of bookshelves that covered most of one wall.

"I believe that I will take this room. It appears to be in proper order," Tom said, which to Harry it sounded like he had liked the room, but wouldn't admit that that's why he chose it.

As Tom went in the room he had chosen with Nagini, Harry and Fenrir moved down the hall to find their own rooms.

Fenrir found his room quickly, he simply opened the next door, took one look around and went in. Before he shut the door, he took a long look at Harry as if he would disappear if he looked away from him.

"Get some sleep, you need it," and Fenrir shut the door.

That was strange, thought Harry as he moved to yet another door. This room was small, but not as small as the first. It had a four poster full bed, the same set of bay windows that gave you the feeling like you were looking at the same room over and over. This room had a small desk and bookshelf next to it, both done in dark wood along with the rest of the wood in the room. The walls were a dark silver, with green accents scattered around the room. This is nice, Harry decided. I always did like green.

Looking around he also found a wardrobe, done it the same dark colored wood as the rest of the room, and a door leading to a personal bathroom which was done in green with silver accents. A huge claw foot bath tub big enough to fit at least three fully grown men sat in the middle, a rack of bath products, some of which Harry couldn't even begin guess what they were for. As much as he wanted to bathe he wanted to sleep more. Pulling off the school robe he was wearing he clasped on the bed, not even bothering to get underdressed, or get under the covers. Within seconds Harry was sleeping soundly and snoring away.

HP/FG-TW

Mail usually came in the mornings, how it all got there at the same time when it was delivered by owls, nobody knew. Some guessed the owls were held there until it was mailtime, and only then were you allowed to get your mail, others said that that was ridiculous reasoning, but had no other way to explain it. Though sometimes people did get mail at other times of the day. Draco Malfoy was one such person that had gotten a letter outside of mail time at breakfast. During tat night's dinner one of the obviously Malfoy eagle owl's dropped a letter right into his lap, not bothering to go directly to Draco, but drop it from midair and kept going not even slowing down as it dropped its delivery.

Draco lifted the letter and read the small note that was on the outside.

Wait to read, do not open in public.

"What does that mean Draco? Who's that from?" Asked Pansy, who was once again pushed up against him. Just because their parents were considering a marriage contract between them didn't mean he wanted anything to do with her. Sure she wasn't the prettiest girl but she was too clingy and annoying that those things alone made Draco cringing when she got close to him. It didn't help that beside the fact that that he was too young to be thinking such things about anyone, he was almost positive he was gay. At least as positive he could be at the age of eleven and with no experience, or a sure way to tell he was.

"It's from my father, I think. And it means what it says it does, to not read this in public. So when I'm done with dinner, I'm going to go and read this."

Draco got up has he was almost done with his own dinner and hurried out of the hall. He headed back to his room in the Slytherin dorm.

Dear Draco,

It has come to my attention that you have added our Lord in an endeavor of his. I am so proud of you, and our Lord is pleased with your assistance as well.

As it is, it is now time to tell you a well guarded secret, fear not of others learning it from this letter, for this paper is spelled to only allow you to read it.

The other night when you helped our Lord no doubt you expected him to kill Harry Potter as he has wished to do for years. This is a lie. James and Lily Potter defected to our side over a year before Harry was born, so our Lord has no reason to want him dead, it is Dumbledore that killed the Potters and has tried to kill Harry and our Lord. In fact Severus is Harry's godfather, just as he is yours. Our Lord has plans to now give him the upbringing he would have had, similar to the one I gave you.

Let no one find this information out. It is only at the Dark Lord's orders that I give you this information. Not that you shouldn't have it, but I worry for the safety of our Lord, and how it will affect you.

Dumbledore has and will stop at nothing to stop us and our Lord. Be extra careful and keep your eyes open and report anything you find strange that is going on in the castle to me or Severus so we can pass on the information.

Love Father

P.S. don't worry about Severus being Harry Potter's godfather. He loves you like the son you are to him, it won't change just because he can now be a godfather to Harry. I will also be sending a letter to Severus as well, so you can go talk to him if you want to.

"Merlin's hairy balls!"

It was a good thing Draco had sat on his bed before reading his father's letter, for he fainted just as soon as he finished reading it.