Disclaimer: All things HP belong to Rowling. Dracana is a character of my own creation.
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Dracana frowned. She didn't remember her father going out the night before. He had woken up yesterday as she entered the house and apologized over and over. It had been nice to be home again. They had decorated a tree before he retired to his room. Alone. And yet now there was a blond lying in his bed with him.

They were always blond. It was strange. Maybe her mother had been...Dracana clenched her fists. She would not think about her. Ever.

The girl lifted her chin and stepped forward so she was next to her father's bed. She poked the girl in the back gently, careful not to startle her awake as she was wrapped around her father. She didn't move. After ten seconds Dracana poked the girl again. She twisted around and detached herself from her sleeping partner to look at the one who had awakened her.

Dracana gasped and fell backwards onto the floor. It was a man. She really hadn't expected that. At least he looked shocked as well. He was pale looking too with a silver scar that ran from his forehead to his cheek over steel-gray eyes.

"Who are you?" He croaked, squinting his sleep-bleary eyes.

Dracana stood.

"I...I'm his daughter. You better leave."

He looked confused.

"Why?"

"Father doesn't like waking to find someone else there. He's going to go ballistic on you when he wakes."
The man shrugged.

"Probably."

"He might try to kill you."

"I don't think so."

The man smirked and wrapped his arms back around her father's waist as if he had been doing it for years.

"He's tried it before."

The man ignored her. Dracana looked at him, annoyed. Maybe he deserved her father's wraith when he awoke.
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A thunderous scream ripped the silence of the cool morning air. Dracana smirked. Father was awake. She hoped he did to the man what he had done to the girl all those years ago. Beat him to a pulp. It was greusome. She frowned. It was silent again. Odd.
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Harry screamed loudly. There was someone in his bed. Wrapped around him just like...A loud thump interrupted his thoughts and he suddenely relised that he was alone again. He almost laughed. They had fallen out of bed.

"Ow, Potter, I swear you're going to be the end of me."

Harry blinked and turned to find Draco laying on his floor smirking.He blinked again.

"Dr...Dra...Draco?"

Draco smiled sadly.

"Yeah, it's me."

Harry leapt off the bed and onto Draco.

"You're alive! I mean, I thought you were dead! What happened?"
"I had to go."

Harry looked up at him confused.

"Go where?"

"Away."

"Why?"

"So I could come back."

Harry frowned.

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Eh, it does...you're just not thinking hard enough."

"I just woke up and you expect me to think?"

Draco laughed.

"No, I suppose not."

He bent down and kissed Harry softly.

"Daddy?"

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*Grins wickedly* Hehehe...