Changes
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter ©, I only intend to use them for my sick prospects.
Rating: R18- contains the homoerotica genre, course language and something that resembles Crossdressing in the next chapter.
Caution: Grammatical errors may or may not appear but FF.Net will take care of this anyway.
Written by: Prima Donna
Genre: Romance/Angst
Available pairings: That's for me to know and for you to find out!
Author's note: Read and review at your own will, email me at: dionne_333@yahoo.co.uk
A/N: Hey, My eyes are really hurting since I'm using: Litterbox font
Gratitude to the person taking her time to read this fic.
CHAPTER 1
"Hermione, You have to take a look at yourself."
Hermione pulled out a small pocket mirror. She opened the compact and scanned herself and gently gasped.
"One minute you look like the girl I know and the next, you look like my mom when I was 3!"
Hermione snapped the compact shut and started checking her own self out and mumbled something, words like 'I'm not that fat' and 'hey, Mrs. Weasley wasn't fat before.'
"What?" Ron demanded, catching the words fat. "What are you trying to imply?"
Hermione blinked innocently at Ron. "I didn't' say anything bad about your mother Ron, I said, "Mrs. Weasley is tad beautiful before, I mean, until now."
"You better." Ron scanned suspiciously. "How about me? How do I look like?"
Hermione grinned. "Just like yourself, only older and a younger version of Mr. Weasley."
"And that means-"
"Mr and Mrs. Weasley, what a surprise!" Hermione whirled and found a younger Professor Dumbledore approaching them. "You came to listen to the hearing?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, actually, Ron and I decided to come."
"Ron?" Professor Dumbledore asked. "You brought your youngest son?"
Ron coughed. "Actually no, Molly has this habit of calling me Ron because I look like me-I mean, our son. Yes, our son."
Professor Dumbledore nodded. "What brings you here?"
"Actually," Hermione cut in. "For the Malfoys to have a brighter future, we both think that it's not right for them to separate."
Dumbledore sighed. "I don't know, Narcissa has told you everything that's happened to her, surely, she takes your advice."
"I'm Narcissa's friend?" Hermione raised and eyebrow and then to Ron. "Really?"
"I understand that Lucius Malfoy doesn't like your husband but I don't think you should deny her friendship, you've been friends since you were little children." Dumbledore smiled. "You should treasure friendships."
Hermione looked at Ron pleadingly.
Ron shrugged. "After all, My mum was Malfoy's godmother."
Professor Dumbledore stared at both of them before snapping out of the trance. "Okay, I'll be inside, you must come in within 10 minutes, I'm sure there's a lot of things going through your head." He went back to the courtroom.
Hermione stared at Ron. "You never told us."
"You never did ask!" Ron countered. "And besides, it was irrelevant to know."
"How come?" Hermione asked. "We could've used that bit of information!"
"It was unexpected alright? Mum and Mrs. Malfoy aren't friends anymore and I don't know why, I just know they aren't."
"Maybe we're going to find out why."
*****
Harry woke up in frenzy. He wiped his wet face with the pillowcase, suddenly realizing that he was lying on the cot. He glared at Sirius, who was holding the bucket.
"Sorry champ, but you seem to be so caught up in your own reverie."
Harry sighed and pulled out a tissue from the box beside him and wiped his face. He tried not to stare hard at both his parents and controlled himself to beat Pettigrew into an unresponsive and bloody pulp.
"Harry, what you said a while ago was not nice, You should apologize to your Uncle Peter right now!" Lily demanded. "That was not proper Harry, I'm not happy about this."
Harry tried hard not to look at Peter. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. Remus sat down next to Harry and patted his back. "I'm just confused right now."
"Who wouldn't be?" James sat at the opposite cot. "You've been warming yourself day 'till night practicing, who wouldn't be confused. You gave up dating too, the last time you date, it was an Irish man."
Harry stared at James. "You're kidding me!"
Lily stared at him. "No we're not, he used to be your classmate," Lily frowned. "Seamus? Yeah, it didn't work remember?"
"I'm not gay!" Harry stood up. "I was never gay!" Harry jumped up. "Look." He pointed at James. "All. Of. You. are. Going. bonkers!" He pointed from Sirius to Peter.
"Harry, there's nothing wrong with being gay," Sirius shrugged. "This is the first time I've heard some prejudice from you, You never did react with Remus and I-"
"Wait, you're telling me." Harry sat down. "Okay, first things first, I'm not from this world, I'm from another world and then, In the other world, My parents are dead and Wormtail was the reason why and I have no intentions of dating Seamus Finnigan because I don't like him because he's a boy."
Peter chuckled. "I wouldn't kill Lily and James, they seem alive to me." He pinched James and James howled. "See?"
"NO!" Harry exclaimed. "'Twas like this, see, when I was small for some odd reason, Voldemort killed my parents and that's because they made you secret keeper."
Lily shook his head angrily and went back to the kitchen. James stared hard at Harry. "Harry, are you mad at us?"
"No!" Harry exclaimed once again. "I'm not, it's just that. This is a bit confusing all right; I don't know why you're all animate all of the sudden. No, I was quite positive Dumbledore told me about this, so you see. Dumbledore had a mission for me to come to the parallel universe and see! I'm not supposed to be 30 something years old! I'm supposed to be 17!"
"You're still 22." James reminded calmly.
"This is serious." Remus mumbled.
"Huh?" Sirius asked. "Somebody called my name?"
Remus shoved Sirius. "Actually Harry, what do you mean James and Lily were killed when you were young?"
Harry sighed. "I know you don't believe me but Voldemort came the night on my first birthday and you made Wormtail your secret keeper and-"
"Wherever your bright imaginations came from, It's not funny." James clarified. "And besides, Voldemort didn't have time to ask us to join his circle when he was busy fixing the Malfoy's mess."
"Which reminds me," Lily came into the room. "Narcissa is coming over."
"What the hell?" Harry asked. "Why the hell is she coming over?"
"That's not a nice thing to say to your neighbor!" Lily mumbled. "James, why don't you just pull Harry out of the Quidditch team and let him go to a school that teaches proper manners?"
"You mean the mother of Draco Malfoy? Is he coming too?" Harry asked. "Because I surely don't want to see him right now."
"Don't be ridiculous." Peter chuckled. "Yes, Lily, I forgot to ask you, Why didn't they change Draco's last name to Narcissa's last name?"
Lily shrugged. "I have no idea Peter, actually or initially, Draco was still Lucius Malfoy's child so perhaps it's the right thing to do."
"Actually," The voice came form the kitchen door. "It's because we need money from the vaults and the last name could bring Draco to owning a couple of vaults and of course, have Lucius inheritance." Harry stared at the beautiful woman, who walked gracefully towards them. "Good evening Gentlemen, Thanks for inviting me."
"Hullo Narcissa, How are you?" Lily smiled. "You're all alone!"
"I'm Fine actually," Narcissa grinned. "Actually, I've never been happier! Lucius died a while ago this morning, which is why I'm alone, Draco went to check Lucius and of course, I now own the manor or Draco more or less and we are going to be rich."
Sirius grinned. "Oh Narcissa, You greedy woman."
"When's Draco coming?" Remus asked. "We've never seen Draco since the day you brought the poor wailing kid to Beauxbaton's."
"Beauxbaton's?" Harry asked. "This is a good laugh, Why not Hogwarts or Durmstrang? This has got to be the funniest thing on earth."
Narcissa grinned. "Actually, I didn't want Draco involved in Hogwarts or Lucius could just go and claim what is his and not in Durmstrang because of the dark arts and you know, it's not going to look pretty."
"I thought you were in that stuff!" Harry exclaimed. Everyone glared at him, except for Narcissa, who once again, chuckled.
"Harry! Enough, You're being impolite!" Lily glared at Harry. "I really don't like your straightforward and arrogant questions. You sound very immature!"
"It's okay Lily," Narcissa grin. "Tell me boy, where did you hear that, what do you teenagers call it these days? Oh yes, "Stuff"?"
Harry shrugged. "I heard from Ron, I guess, your family associates with dark arts?"
"That was before I was divorced," Narcissa winked. "My," She grinned. "I hope you don't ask me how old I am already, you're asking me questions you've known since you were little. and Ron. Ronald Weasley?"
"Yes," Harry nodded. "Do you know him?"
"Of course!" All of them said simultaneously.
"Not only is he your best friend but his mother is Draco's godmother." Narcissa smiled. "Don't tell me you forgot that too?"
"Oh Dear, I really think the quaffle made impact in his head." Remus sighed. "I told you Sirius not to allow Harry with your broom invention for his first game but you wouldn't listen, now look at him now!"
Harry nodded. "I remember it actually," He lied. "I could remember that Mrs. Weasley is Draco's godmother and that. Arthur Weasley loathes Lucius Malfoy."
"Good boy." Narcissa ruffled Harry's head. "You're back to normal."
*****
Hermione fidgeted.
It wasn't normal but she did, it made her look unintelligent but now, she couldn't care less. Lucius Malfoy glared at her as she came in and now, she and Narcissa are sitting face to face. Narcissa held her bundle tightly.
"Tell me, Mrs. Malfoy, do you think it is wise to break your marriage for a little mishap?" Ron tried to act civil and succeeded apparently.
(A/N: I'm sorry, I had a black out, and I fainted. The blood went up my head.)
"It's not just that little mishap!" Narcissa exclaimed. "It's almost everything, He wants every woman to fulfill his every need and I want a man to fulfill my every need. We're just not compatible."
"Maybe you can make it work." Hermione sighed. "For the sake of your son, you know Lucius Malfoy loves his son too."
"Seems to me he never pays attention, I want to save him from high expectations." She cradled the bundle. "Much less of becoming the image of his arrogant father."
*****
"Hello Harry. Hello Aunt, Hello Uncles. Everyone!"
Harry stared at the person on the kitchen door. Much to his relief, it was Ron at the age of 23, With Hermione's hand encircling his waist. They were jolly, smiling and heading towards the people.
"Is this some kind of a reunion?" Harry whispered to Ron. "Because I don't remember."
"Actually, it's not a reunion but you know, to catch up with the good all times kind of bullshit." Ron winked. "But anyway, I ought to tell you this. Hermione and I are planning to get married within a few months."
Harry grinned. "I only thought it was a matter of time."
"We're all set?" Lily asked and peered at the big grandfather's clock on the window. "It's nearing 7, We should get to the borrow, Molly and Arthur would really be disappointed. It's Ginny's birthday."
"Hold on," Narcissa started to shovel in her bag. "I'm going to have to call and ask Draco to go to the borrow instead."
"He's invited?" Harry mumbled. Everyone stared at him. "It was supposed to be rhetorical!"
"Course, Why not?" Ron shrugged. "Draco makes parties lively. albeit Draco can be really annoying and besides, I want Hermione to meet the twit."
Sirius grinned. "I do think the two would mingle," He eyed Hermione. "Both pretty, charming."
Hermione giggled girlishly. "Thank you."
Remus raised an eyebrow towards Sirius and said harshly, in a low whisper. "You're checking the girl out?"
Sirius shook his head furiously. "I don't have eyes for others moony, Just you. I was just complimenting!"
Remus had his hands on his hips. "Oh, and what do you call calling Ron's girlfriend and Narcissa's child pretty?"
Harry raised his own eyebrow. "The difference with Malfoy's prettiness is having him really and I mean, Really arrogant and flamboyant and utterly pathetic."
Peter, who was right behind Harry, chuckled and patted Harry's back. "I'm sure you can only say those things when Draco's away."
Remus and Sirius chuckled, while Ron whispered things in Hermione's ears that allowed her to giggle and look at Harry with fascination. Harry could feel his face burn scarlet.
*****
Hermione bounced baby Ginny up and down in her hands, the little child hugged curled into a small ball, pressed against her chest. It felt a bit good to have been carrying a baby. Ron, for that matter, was staring amusedly at his own 1-year-old self.
The little boy didn't seem to mind he was sitting in the middle of the circle Charlie and the twins made. The twins got baby Ron's teddy and giggled as Ron started wailing.
"Ow, Come on, Give that back!" Ron exclaimed. "It's not nice, Fred, George, Give me the teddy back, you imbeciles!"
Hermione smacked Ron in the shoulder. "Now I wouldn't doubt knowing where the twins learned cussing, from their own younger brother."
The twins fawned over Hermione, smiling charmingly. Hermione pinched the their cheeks.
"Little Devils," Ron mumbled. "They've tortured me for life!"
"Oh. They're so adorable!" Hermione managed to put Ginny, back to the cradle and grab one of the twins and settled them onto her lap. The three- year-olds bounced jubilantly on her lap.
Charlie approached Ron. "Dad, I found a broom in Diagon alley yesterday when Mum and I were walking, is it okay if we bought it, the broom is good for children ages 5-9."
"How old are you anyway?" Ron asked. "8?"
"7. " Charlie smiled. "Please?"
Ron grinned. "Sure, we can get nice brooms for all of you, We can buy the firebolt, Nimbus 2000!"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "They're still young, you can't buy brooms for little children!"
Ron stood up. "I want them to have a happy childhood! I don't want people taunting us for being so. stingy!"
Hermione stood up. "And you'd rather have brooms instead of food in the table?"
Ron sighed, once again; the smart girl has won the battle.
*****
"Hey, Hey," Sirius grinned. "Put the speakers in the phone, Narci!"
"Why?" Narcissa cocked an eyebrow. "The conversation is not important, I can just call Draco through the cellphone."
"But it's been so long." Sirius dragged. "I miss the smart ass!"
Narcissa sighed. "Oh alright."
******
"It's very obscure," Hermione dropped a few droplets of lukewarm milk in her wrist. She had a pen supported by her right ear. "We can't just ask Narcissa to stop the divorce Ron, much less run in the middle of a courtroom session and jump up and down just to disturb the whole hearing!"
Ron shrugged. "Okay, so the idea was lame, scratch that."
Hermione sighed. "I don't know how long this is going to take but I know this isn't an easy job. Do you have anymore idea's?"
Ron sighed. "Not really, We can probably hire a kidnapper to waylay the little Malfoy and then they would both be so relieved to find their lost child that they forgot about the divorce."
Hermione smiled. "Ron."
Ron smiled. "Great idea?"
"That was the lamest idea I've ever heard in my whole life!"
*****
"Hello?"
Narcissa pressed her index finger against her lips. "Draco, Darling, you're late again, you've got everyone waiting, How's work darling?"
"Fine, mother,"
The voice was a bit husky, answers were precise and there were background voices. Harry also noticed that the voice didn't change except for the fact that Draco's voice was never deep to begin with. It was a bit high pitched, good for singing.
"Draco?" Narcissa asked.
"Hold on," There was muffled voices in the speaker. "Hello?"
"Draco, are you screwing someone?" Narcissa demanded once again. "Well, It isn't much of a good time right now because we're about to leave, we can not wait for you, you have to know that not everyone can wait. you have to meet us at the borrow, do show up and make sure not to bring that bed mate of yours because there isn't much room for any other visitors."
"Yes mother," the voice mumbled. There were a few murmurs that Harry couldn't catch.
"What?" Narcissa screeched. "You're becoming very disrespectful Draco, You're acting more like your father, which reminds me, how did the funeral go?"
"The casket was good, it was made of a hard plywood, 2 and a half meters long, emerald in colours. The edges were painted silver and every metal piece in the coffin was made by platinum." It sighed. "And of course, the will states all of the inheritance goes to me. So there you have it."
"Draco, about the platinum metals, did you get some?" Narcissa asked. "It would be a pity to leave those on the hearth."
"Mother!" It whined. "Don't you have respect for the dead?"
Sirius snorted and mumbled. "Yeah right."
Narcissa shrugged. "I do, it's just that, I never considered your father a person to begin with."
It sighed. "Oh well, I got his Rolex and diamond ring, I can give you the diamond ring if you want."
Narcissa grinned. "The Rolex will be fine."
*****
"I've been racking my brain and I don't have any idea how to stop the whole thing!"
Hermione sighed and dropped down the couch. "This is difficult, We can't just waltz in, Kidnap, throw pudding or have a petition for this whole thing!"
Ron nodded. "I know, but how exactly, do we stop it?"
Hermione shrugged. "For the verdict to happen, we have to have less proof. Maybe we can steal the proof and you know."
"Well Hermione," Ron rolled his eyes. "How do you suppose we steal the envelope with the pictures or anything that gathers proof? Like the pictures taken by the detective?"
Hermione shrugged. "In the office?"
Ron rolled his eyes once again. "And with a thousand cases at tow, how do you suppose we find the right one?"
Hermione sighed. "Why don't we just give it a try?"
*****
Dumbledore paced around the room, studying the two globes in his hands. He could see what is happening with the two, he has a feeling that if the three would find out that he knew all along, the trio was going to skin him alive.
It didn't matter, he felt sadistic anyway.
And besides, it was for the good of the people; a good ally must be earned.
"It's worth it." Dumbledore convinced himself, after all, when has his gut feeling ever prove him wrong?
*****
"Harry Birthday Ginny,"
Harry handed an oddly wrapped gift her mother instructed. Ginny was beautiful but Harry didn't feel an attraction towards her and it scared him straight to Pandemonium.
Narcissa held out her own gift, a beautifully wrapped box. She kept peering at her own watch, her face in a collective frown.
The music was playing; Ron and Hermione were in a slow dance. Harry sighed, the world was very different but it was a lot better, as much as he hated to admit it.
He could see Remus and Sirius grinning, they were in the buffet table, doing whatever business they were doing there. James was with Lily, they were both dancing and giggling like they were 17.
"Wow, Narcissa," Peter managed to let out a huge amount of air from his lungs. "Kill me right now if I am not right, but is that Draco?"
Harry moved his head to Peter's direction and stared at the pale seraphic beauty approaching them. He almost died out of surprise on the spot.
It seems so impossible, right then and there.
*****
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Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns Harry Potter ©, I only intend to use them for my sick prospects.
Rating: R18- contains the homoerotica genre, course language and something that resembles Crossdressing in the next chapter.
Caution: Grammatical errors may or may not appear but FF.Net will take care of this anyway.
Written by: Prima Donna
Genre: Romance/Angst
Available pairings: That's for me to know and for you to find out!
Author's note: Read and review at your own will, email me at: dionne_333@yahoo.co.uk
A/N: Hey, My eyes are really hurting since I'm using: Litterbox font
Gratitude to the person taking her time to read this fic.
CHAPTER 1
"Hermione, You have to take a look at yourself."
Hermione pulled out a small pocket mirror. She opened the compact and scanned herself and gently gasped.
"One minute you look like the girl I know and the next, you look like my mom when I was 3!"
Hermione snapped the compact shut and started checking her own self out and mumbled something, words like 'I'm not that fat' and 'hey, Mrs. Weasley wasn't fat before.'
"What?" Ron demanded, catching the words fat. "What are you trying to imply?"
Hermione blinked innocently at Ron. "I didn't' say anything bad about your mother Ron, I said, "Mrs. Weasley is tad beautiful before, I mean, until now."
"You better." Ron scanned suspiciously. "How about me? How do I look like?"
Hermione grinned. "Just like yourself, only older and a younger version of Mr. Weasley."
"And that means-"
"Mr and Mrs. Weasley, what a surprise!" Hermione whirled and found a younger Professor Dumbledore approaching them. "You came to listen to the hearing?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, actually, Ron and I decided to come."
"Ron?" Professor Dumbledore asked. "You brought your youngest son?"
Ron coughed. "Actually no, Molly has this habit of calling me Ron because I look like me-I mean, our son. Yes, our son."
Professor Dumbledore nodded. "What brings you here?"
"Actually," Hermione cut in. "For the Malfoys to have a brighter future, we both think that it's not right for them to separate."
Dumbledore sighed. "I don't know, Narcissa has told you everything that's happened to her, surely, she takes your advice."
"I'm Narcissa's friend?" Hermione raised and eyebrow and then to Ron. "Really?"
"I understand that Lucius Malfoy doesn't like your husband but I don't think you should deny her friendship, you've been friends since you were little children." Dumbledore smiled. "You should treasure friendships."
Hermione looked at Ron pleadingly.
Ron shrugged. "After all, My mum was Malfoy's godmother."
Professor Dumbledore stared at both of them before snapping out of the trance. "Okay, I'll be inside, you must come in within 10 minutes, I'm sure there's a lot of things going through your head." He went back to the courtroom.
Hermione stared at Ron. "You never told us."
"You never did ask!" Ron countered. "And besides, it was irrelevant to know."
"How come?" Hermione asked. "We could've used that bit of information!"
"It was unexpected alright? Mum and Mrs. Malfoy aren't friends anymore and I don't know why, I just know they aren't."
"Maybe we're going to find out why."
*****
Harry woke up in frenzy. He wiped his wet face with the pillowcase, suddenly realizing that he was lying on the cot. He glared at Sirius, who was holding the bucket.
"Sorry champ, but you seem to be so caught up in your own reverie."
Harry sighed and pulled out a tissue from the box beside him and wiped his face. He tried not to stare hard at both his parents and controlled himself to beat Pettigrew into an unresponsive and bloody pulp.
"Harry, what you said a while ago was not nice, You should apologize to your Uncle Peter right now!" Lily demanded. "That was not proper Harry, I'm not happy about this."
Harry tried hard not to look at Peter. "I'm sorry." He mumbled. Remus sat down next to Harry and patted his back. "I'm just confused right now."
"Who wouldn't be?" James sat at the opposite cot. "You've been warming yourself day 'till night practicing, who wouldn't be confused. You gave up dating too, the last time you date, it was an Irish man."
Harry stared at James. "You're kidding me!"
Lily stared at him. "No we're not, he used to be your classmate," Lily frowned. "Seamus? Yeah, it didn't work remember?"
"I'm not gay!" Harry stood up. "I was never gay!" Harry jumped up. "Look." He pointed at James. "All. Of. You. are. Going. bonkers!" He pointed from Sirius to Peter.
"Harry, there's nothing wrong with being gay," Sirius shrugged. "This is the first time I've heard some prejudice from you, You never did react with Remus and I-"
"Wait, you're telling me." Harry sat down. "Okay, first things first, I'm not from this world, I'm from another world and then, In the other world, My parents are dead and Wormtail was the reason why and I have no intentions of dating Seamus Finnigan because I don't like him because he's a boy."
Peter chuckled. "I wouldn't kill Lily and James, they seem alive to me." He pinched James and James howled. "See?"
"NO!" Harry exclaimed. "'Twas like this, see, when I was small for some odd reason, Voldemort killed my parents and that's because they made you secret keeper."
Lily shook his head angrily and went back to the kitchen. James stared hard at Harry. "Harry, are you mad at us?"
"No!" Harry exclaimed once again. "I'm not, it's just that. This is a bit confusing all right; I don't know why you're all animate all of the sudden. No, I was quite positive Dumbledore told me about this, so you see. Dumbledore had a mission for me to come to the parallel universe and see! I'm not supposed to be 30 something years old! I'm supposed to be 17!"
"You're still 22." James reminded calmly.
"This is serious." Remus mumbled.
"Huh?" Sirius asked. "Somebody called my name?"
Remus shoved Sirius. "Actually Harry, what do you mean James and Lily were killed when you were young?"
Harry sighed. "I know you don't believe me but Voldemort came the night on my first birthday and you made Wormtail your secret keeper and-"
"Wherever your bright imaginations came from, It's not funny." James clarified. "And besides, Voldemort didn't have time to ask us to join his circle when he was busy fixing the Malfoy's mess."
"Which reminds me," Lily came into the room. "Narcissa is coming over."
"What the hell?" Harry asked. "Why the hell is she coming over?"
"That's not a nice thing to say to your neighbor!" Lily mumbled. "James, why don't you just pull Harry out of the Quidditch team and let him go to a school that teaches proper manners?"
"You mean the mother of Draco Malfoy? Is he coming too?" Harry asked. "Because I surely don't want to see him right now."
"Don't be ridiculous." Peter chuckled. "Yes, Lily, I forgot to ask you, Why didn't they change Draco's last name to Narcissa's last name?"
Lily shrugged. "I have no idea Peter, actually or initially, Draco was still Lucius Malfoy's child so perhaps it's the right thing to do."
"Actually," The voice came form the kitchen door. "It's because we need money from the vaults and the last name could bring Draco to owning a couple of vaults and of course, have Lucius inheritance." Harry stared at the beautiful woman, who walked gracefully towards them. "Good evening Gentlemen, Thanks for inviting me."
"Hullo Narcissa, How are you?" Lily smiled. "You're all alone!"
"I'm Fine actually," Narcissa grinned. "Actually, I've never been happier! Lucius died a while ago this morning, which is why I'm alone, Draco went to check Lucius and of course, I now own the manor or Draco more or less and we are going to be rich."
Sirius grinned. "Oh Narcissa, You greedy woman."
"When's Draco coming?" Remus asked. "We've never seen Draco since the day you brought the poor wailing kid to Beauxbaton's."
"Beauxbaton's?" Harry asked. "This is a good laugh, Why not Hogwarts or Durmstrang? This has got to be the funniest thing on earth."
Narcissa grinned. "Actually, I didn't want Draco involved in Hogwarts or Lucius could just go and claim what is his and not in Durmstrang because of the dark arts and you know, it's not going to look pretty."
"I thought you were in that stuff!" Harry exclaimed. Everyone glared at him, except for Narcissa, who once again, chuckled.
"Harry! Enough, You're being impolite!" Lily glared at Harry. "I really don't like your straightforward and arrogant questions. You sound very immature!"
"It's okay Lily," Narcissa grin. "Tell me boy, where did you hear that, what do you teenagers call it these days? Oh yes, "Stuff"?"
Harry shrugged. "I heard from Ron, I guess, your family associates with dark arts?"
"That was before I was divorced," Narcissa winked. "My," She grinned. "I hope you don't ask me how old I am already, you're asking me questions you've known since you were little. and Ron. Ronald Weasley?"
"Yes," Harry nodded. "Do you know him?"
"Of course!" All of them said simultaneously.
"Not only is he your best friend but his mother is Draco's godmother." Narcissa smiled. "Don't tell me you forgot that too?"
"Oh Dear, I really think the quaffle made impact in his head." Remus sighed. "I told you Sirius not to allow Harry with your broom invention for his first game but you wouldn't listen, now look at him now!"
Harry nodded. "I remember it actually," He lied. "I could remember that Mrs. Weasley is Draco's godmother and that. Arthur Weasley loathes Lucius Malfoy."
"Good boy." Narcissa ruffled Harry's head. "You're back to normal."
*****
Hermione fidgeted.
It wasn't normal but she did, it made her look unintelligent but now, she couldn't care less. Lucius Malfoy glared at her as she came in and now, she and Narcissa are sitting face to face. Narcissa held her bundle tightly.
"Tell me, Mrs. Malfoy, do you think it is wise to break your marriage for a little mishap?" Ron tried to act civil and succeeded apparently.
(A/N: I'm sorry, I had a black out, and I fainted. The blood went up my head.)
"It's not just that little mishap!" Narcissa exclaimed. "It's almost everything, He wants every woman to fulfill his every need and I want a man to fulfill my every need. We're just not compatible."
"Maybe you can make it work." Hermione sighed. "For the sake of your son, you know Lucius Malfoy loves his son too."
"Seems to me he never pays attention, I want to save him from high expectations." She cradled the bundle. "Much less of becoming the image of his arrogant father."
*****
"Hello Harry. Hello Aunt, Hello Uncles. Everyone!"
Harry stared at the person on the kitchen door. Much to his relief, it was Ron at the age of 23, With Hermione's hand encircling his waist. They were jolly, smiling and heading towards the people.
"Is this some kind of a reunion?" Harry whispered to Ron. "Because I don't remember."
"Actually, it's not a reunion but you know, to catch up with the good all times kind of bullshit." Ron winked. "But anyway, I ought to tell you this. Hermione and I are planning to get married within a few months."
Harry grinned. "I only thought it was a matter of time."
"We're all set?" Lily asked and peered at the big grandfather's clock on the window. "It's nearing 7, We should get to the borrow, Molly and Arthur would really be disappointed. It's Ginny's birthday."
"Hold on," Narcissa started to shovel in her bag. "I'm going to have to call and ask Draco to go to the borrow instead."
"He's invited?" Harry mumbled. Everyone stared at him. "It was supposed to be rhetorical!"
"Course, Why not?" Ron shrugged. "Draco makes parties lively. albeit Draco can be really annoying and besides, I want Hermione to meet the twit."
Sirius grinned. "I do think the two would mingle," He eyed Hermione. "Both pretty, charming."
Hermione giggled girlishly. "Thank you."
Remus raised an eyebrow towards Sirius and said harshly, in a low whisper. "You're checking the girl out?"
Sirius shook his head furiously. "I don't have eyes for others moony, Just you. I was just complimenting!"
Remus had his hands on his hips. "Oh, and what do you call calling Ron's girlfriend and Narcissa's child pretty?"
Harry raised his own eyebrow. "The difference with Malfoy's prettiness is having him really and I mean, Really arrogant and flamboyant and utterly pathetic."
Peter, who was right behind Harry, chuckled and patted Harry's back. "I'm sure you can only say those things when Draco's away."
Remus and Sirius chuckled, while Ron whispered things in Hermione's ears that allowed her to giggle and look at Harry with fascination. Harry could feel his face burn scarlet.
*****
Hermione bounced baby Ginny up and down in her hands, the little child hugged curled into a small ball, pressed against her chest. It felt a bit good to have been carrying a baby. Ron, for that matter, was staring amusedly at his own 1-year-old self.
The little boy didn't seem to mind he was sitting in the middle of the circle Charlie and the twins made. The twins got baby Ron's teddy and giggled as Ron started wailing.
"Ow, Come on, Give that back!" Ron exclaimed. "It's not nice, Fred, George, Give me the teddy back, you imbeciles!"
Hermione smacked Ron in the shoulder. "Now I wouldn't doubt knowing where the twins learned cussing, from their own younger brother."
The twins fawned over Hermione, smiling charmingly. Hermione pinched the their cheeks.
"Little Devils," Ron mumbled. "They've tortured me for life!"
"Oh. They're so adorable!" Hermione managed to put Ginny, back to the cradle and grab one of the twins and settled them onto her lap. The three- year-olds bounced jubilantly on her lap.
Charlie approached Ron. "Dad, I found a broom in Diagon alley yesterday when Mum and I were walking, is it okay if we bought it, the broom is good for children ages 5-9."
"How old are you anyway?" Ron asked. "8?"
"7. " Charlie smiled. "Please?"
Ron grinned. "Sure, we can get nice brooms for all of you, We can buy the firebolt, Nimbus 2000!"
"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed. "They're still young, you can't buy brooms for little children!"
Ron stood up. "I want them to have a happy childhood! I don't want people taunting us for being so. stingy!"
Hermione stood up. "And you'd rather have brooms instead of food in the table?"
Ron sighed, once again; the smart girl has won the battle.
*****
"Hey, Hey," Sirius grinned. "Put the speakers in the phone, Narci!"
"Why?" Narcissa cocked an eyebrow. "The conversation is not important, I can just call Draco through the cellphone."
"But it's been so long." Sirius dragged. "I miss the smart ass!"
Narcissa sighed. "Oh alright."
******
"It's very obscure," Hermione dropped a few droplets of lukewarm milk in her wrist. She had a pen supported by her right ear. "We can't just ask Narcissa to stop the divorce Ron, much less run in the middle of a courtroom session and jump up and down just to disturb the whole hearing!"
Ron shrugged. "Okay, so the idea was lame, scratch that."
Hermione sighed. "I don't know how long this is going to take but I know this isn't an easy job. Do you have anymore idea's?"
Ron sighed. "Not really, We can probably hire a kidnapper to waylay the little Malfoy and then they would both be so relieved to find their lost child that they forgot about the divorce."
Hermione smiled. "Ron."
Ron smiled. "Great idea?"
"That was the lamest idea I've ever heard in my whole life!"
*****
"Hello?"
Narcissa pressed her index finger against her lips. "Draco, Darling, you're late again, you've got everyone waiting, How's work darling?"
"Fine, mother,"
The voice was a bit husky, answers were precise and there were background voices. Harry also noticed that the voice didn't change except for the fact that Draco's voice was never deep to begin with. It was a bit high pitched, good for singing.
"Draco?" Narcissa asked.
"Hold on," There was muffled voices in the speaker. "Hello?"
"Draco, are you screwing someone?" Narcissa demanded once again. "Well, It isn't much of a good time right now because we're about to leave, we can not wait for you, you have to know that not everyone can wait. you have to meet us at the borrow, do show up and make sure not to bring that bed mate of yours because there isn't much room for any other visitors."
"Yes mother," the voice mumbled. There were a few murmurs that Harry couldn't catch.
"What?" Narcissa screeched. "You're becoming very disrespectful Draco, You're acting more like your father, which reminds me, how did the funeral go?"
"The casket was good, it was made of a hard plywood, 2 and a half meters long, emerald in colours. The edges were painted silver and every metal piece in the coffin was made by platinum." It sighed. "And of course, the will states all of the inheritance goes to me. So there you have it."
"Draco, about the platinum metals, did you get some?" Narcissa asked. "It would be a pity to leave those on the hearth."
"Mother!" It whined. "Don't you have respect for the dead?"
Sirius snorted and mumbled. "Yeah right."
Narcissa shrugged. "I do, it's just that, I never considered your father a person to begin with."
It sighed. "Oh well, I got his Rolex and diamond ring, I can give you the diamond ring if you want."
Narcissa grinned. "The Rolex will be fine."
*****
"I've been racking my brain and I don't have any idea how to stop the whole thing!"
Hermione sighed and dropped down the couch. "This is difficult, We can't just waltz in, Kidnap, throw pudding or have a petition for this whole thing!"
Ron nodded. "I know, but how exactly, do we stop it?"
Hermione shrugged. "For the verdict to happen, we have to have less proof. Maybe we can steal the proof and you know."
"Well Hermione," Ron rolled his eyes. "How do you suppose we steal the envelope with the pictures or anything that gathers proof? Like the pictures taken by the detective?"
Hermione shrugged. "In the office?"
Ron rolled his eyes once again. "And with a thousand cases at tow, how do you suppose we find the right one?"
Hermione sighed. "Why don't we just give it a try?"
*****
Dumbledore paced around the room, studying the two globes in his hands. He could see what is happening with the two, he has a feeling that if the three would find out that he knew all along, the trio was going to skin him alive.
It didn't matter, he felt sadistic anyway.
And besides, it was for the good of the people; a good ally must be earned.
"It's worth it." Dumbledore convinced himself, after all, when has his gut feeling ever prove him wrong?
*****
"Harry Birthday Ginny,"
Harry handed an oddly wrapped gift her mother instructed. Ginny was beautiful but Harry didn't feel an attraction towards her and it scared him straight to Pandemonium.
Narcissa held out her own gift, a beautifully wrapped box. She kept peering at her own watch, her face in a collective frown.
The music was playing; Ron and Hermione were in a slow dance. Harry sighed, the world was very different but it was a lot better, as much as he hated to admit it.
He could see Remus and Sirius grinning, they were in the buffet table, doing whatever business they were doing there. James was with Lily, they were both dancing and giggling like they were 17.
"Wow, Narcissa," Peter managed to let out a huge amount of air from his lungs. "Kill me right now if I am not right, but is that Draco?"
Harry moved his head to Peter's direction and stared at the pale seraphic beauty approaching them. He almost died out of surprise on the spot.
It seems so impossible, right then and there.
*****
A/N: The next chapter will explain everything, all of the questions why will be answered but if it isn't, you can gladly post it. I posted this early since I won't be here for a week and I'll be counting on your reviews to cheer me up! Thanks by the way, it's really helpful!
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