Note: (Wipes away a tear) this is, as you know my first fic and I never
thought that I would get any reviews. But I've now got nine, thank you so
much guys I'm glad your showing so much enthusiasm and I'm glad you like
it.
Metallicverb: I'm glad to see that you're DYING to find out who Zell's father is, that's a good sign. I'm afraid you wont find out just yet but don't worry you will soon. Dumbledore is a very trusting man, and there's not very much a 6 year old kid can do with a wand, maybe he's just fond of the boy's real father and so he let him off, who knows. Thank you so much for reviewing, YOU'RE MY IDOL!! (Sorry the Australian idol craze is on now and I can't stop saying that stupid line.
Daisie: I'm so glad to know the grammar isn't that bad. (Phew) thanks so much for telling me though, I am trying to be much more careful now as I write other chapters. Interesting theory about Fudge hehehe, maybe he just might be cruel enough. I wouldn't put it past him either, after the 5th book I'm not awfully fond of the fellow. Thanks for reviewing again its good to see you're still reading it.
Lillypotterfan: You like the Harry and Draco story switching, that's good to here; I thought it would be too boring if it was just Draco's viewpoint, you need some variation. I could have made Lucius strangle Zell but I didn't want to make him out to be too much of a child basher, and Zell was so cute I just couldn't do it too the little fellow. I'm glad you liked the story, thank you so much.
Mentally Impaired: Sirius is the only person you can think of to be his father??? Honestly there are a million people it could be. And yes it could also possibly be Sirius, regarding the whole prison thing, you never know they could have worked around it, but there is that slight problem of them being cousins - it is legal in most states you know. You have to know, well keep reading, I might be kind enough to tell you by the end of the story, or perhaps I'll never tell you muhahahaha. I love you for reviewing and hope that you'll keep reading.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... Well here's the 6th chapter, I'll give you a hint about who the father is seeing as how you are all DYING to know... on second thoughts, no I wont hehehe ..... here it is, the 6th chapter.
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 6!!
Harry landed flat on his feet, for once, in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld place. He stepped out of the way of the fireplace and watched as Lupin arrived in the same place that he had, a kind smile spreading across his face as he turned to look at Harry. Harry returned the smile, noting as he did so that Lupin looked much older than he had just recently.
Now that Harry was back in a place where he felt happy, he suddenly felt really horrible. He had spent his holidays so far moping over Sirius's death and feeling sorry for himself. When he looked into Lupin's tired face he knew that Sirius death had had a much greater impact on him than it had Harry. Sirius was all that Lupin had had left. Peter Pettigrew had betrayed Lupin, Sirius and James by tuning to the Dark Lord, James Potter (Harry's father) had died at the hands of Lord Voldamort, and now Sirius Black was gone. All that Lupin had left was his Hogwarts enemy - Harry's potion's teacher, Professor Severus Snape.
'Harry, oh Harry dear how are you?' It was Mrs. Weasley, appearing from around the corner of the kitchen with an apron on.
Five other familiar faces come bounding into the room, racing up to Harry and patting him on the back in greeting.
'Hiya Harry, did you miss us?' shouted Fred Weasley.
'Bet you did. How were the muggles treating you?' asked George, Fred's twin brother.
Harry smiled weakly and was about to answer them before Hermione, one of Harry's best friends, grabbed him around the neck in a hug.
'Oh, Harry we missed you so much. We would have got you sooner but we were under strict orders from Dumbledore not to let you until he said, oh Harry- '
'Lay off him Hermione, let him breathe,' another familiar face said from behind the two twins. It was Ron Weasley, Harry's other best friend.
'Welcome back Harry,' said the young red headed girl beside Ron. Ginny Weasley was Ron's sister and the youngest of the Weasley's.
'Hello,' was all that Harry could manage with all the excitement and questions being asked. He was quite grateful when Lupin finally told them all to give him some room.
Mrs. Weasley approached Harry, and gave him a great big hug. 'You must be starving Harry, come and sit down and I'll get you something to eat.'
At this Harry made his way through all of the Weasley's, and Hermione, and took a seat at the extraordinarily large dinning table. The Weasley's, Hermione and Lupin followed suite.
'So how did you all get here,' Harry managed to ask the excited group in front of him.
'Dumbledore told us that it would be easier for us to stay here,' Ron began to tell Harry excitedly.
'Yeah, cause dad is working overtime at the Ministry, and he's still working for the Order, so it was a lot easier if we came here so he wouldn't have to travel as far,' Fred said finishing Ron's story.
'And when Ron invited me to come along, my parents couldn't refuse,' Hermione said, explaining to Harry her reason for being there.
Harry was glad that they were all here. He had missed them all terribly and would have been bored without them. It didn't seem to bother him as much as it had last time that they were all here together without him because the looks on their faces told him that they were a lot happier now that he was here.
Suddenly Harry remembered what he was so eager to find out and turned to Lupin to ask this question.
'Professor Lupin,' he began, but was interrupted immediately.
'Please Harry, I'm not a Professor anymore, just Lupin will do,' Lupin invited with one of his usual weak smiles.
Even though Lupin had looked so sad before, when he smiled at Harry he almost looked like his young self again. His messy light brown hair was graying pre-maturely and his clear bright blue eyes looked tired - even his skin was not the healthy light tan that it used to be, it was much paler. Despite all this when he spoke to Harry, it must have reminded him of James because he looked happier, more relaxed and younger again.
'Okay,' Harry said. 'I was just wondering if anything . important has happened whilst I've been away.'
Hermione bit her lip, the Weasleys shifted uncomfortably and Lupin looked disappointed.
'As a matter of fact something has Harry-,' Lupin started to tell Harry, but he was interrupted immediately by Fred and George.
'Yeah, Malfoy, the slimy git, managed to crawl his way out of Azkaban,'
'What,' Harry shouted disbelievingly. 'You mean he escaped.'
'Oh no worse than that,' Fred added.
'Much worse, he's as free as a bird,' George added to his brother's sentence.
'But how, we were all there, Fudge even saw him with his own eyes,' Harry stated, looking stunned.
'Yes well you know the Malfoy's Harry,' Lupin said, taking the conversation back. 'As soon as they were rewarded a fair trial, he managed to bribe his way out of his sentence.'
'Didn't Dumbledore know that he would?' Harry asked still in disbelief.
'Of course he did,' Lupin said knowingly. 'So did Fudge. The fact is that Lucius would have found a way to escape anyway, now that the Dementors have gone, at least this way Dumbledore and Fudge can keep an eye on him and possibly even find out what Voldamort may be up too.'
'How can they do that?' Harry asked desperate to find out everything.
'Easy, they are allowed to perform a surprise raid on the Malfoy Manor on any day of the week they choose. All they have to do is catch them off guard and they can have all the Malfoy's in Azkaban as well as the whereabouts of the Voldamort, if their stupid enough to let it slip.' Harry still remained a little uneasy.
'Malfoy will never let us here the end of that at school now Harry, just you wait,' Ron added sadly. Draco Malfoy always made fun of Ron and his family for being pore, as soon as Lucius had been imprisoned he had thought that maybe Draco would stop being so cocky. Now that his dad was free however, Ron wouldn't be so safe from Malfoy's insults.
'Well, there's nothing you can do about it you lot, so lets just forget about them and have a nice night with Harry here,' Mrs. Weasley said in her usual cheery voice.
She placed a whole heap of sandwiches on the table as well as a great big chocolate cake and some treacle tart. Harry snatched at the sandwiches hungrily and realized, to his great delight, that they tasted much better than his did.
Once the sandwiches had been completely demolished, and everyone had stuffed themselves with sweets, Molly Weasley and Lupin started to wash up whilst Harry and the others caught up on their chatting. There was suddenly a small popping noise that filled the kitchen. Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley had apparated from wherever they had been to the kitchen at Grimmauld place. Arthur looked extremely worn out but still managed a small smile at Harry.
'Harry, how wonderful to see you - yes and you lot too,' he added smiling at his four children, who were looking up at him eagerly. 'You too dear of course,' he finished turning his smile to his wife.
Harry looked from Arthur to Dumbledore who smiled at Harry happily and nodded his head. Harry was pleased to see that Dumbledore wasn't avoiding his eyes like he had at the beginning of last year and had a sudden feeling in the pit of his stomach that this year was going to be a lot better than the last.
'Find anything dad?' Ron asked his father, than catching the confused look that Harry gave him added, 'Dad's in charge of the Malfoy Manor raids.'
Harry looked up at Mr. Weasleys tired and disappointed face and could guess the answer before it was even said.
'Not a single thing. I was so sure that we would have him this time.'
He sat down at one of the many still empty chairs at the dinning table, Dumbledore did the same.
'Let us not loose heart just yet Arthur,' Dumbledore said in his calm, knowing voice. 'He is bound to slip up sooner or later.'
'Yes I suppose your right Dumbledore, I just can't believe that he slipped through our fingers again, we were so close this time.'
Arthur slumped back slightly in his chair and received a sympathetic look from his wife as she rushed over and placed a few sandwiches and some left over cake and tart in front of him and Dumbledore. After taking only a few bites Arthur looked up at his family and put his sandwich down.
'Say kids,' he asked addressing the table. 'Did any of you know that the Malfoy's had a younger son?'
There were a lot of confused glances at the table as everybody looked from one person to another.
'Malfoy doesn't have a younger brother,' Ron said as though this answer was final.
'I'm sure that's who he was,' said Arthur, more to himself than anyone else. 'He sure did look a lot like Mrs. Malfoy. You seemed to know Dumbledore, who was the boy?'
Dumbledore smiled slightly and placed down his sandwich as well. 'He is, like you said Arthur, the Malfoy's younger son.'
'What,' said Harry, Hermione and the rest of the Weasley's together.
'Malfoy doesn't have a younger brother,' Ron repeated, this time slightly uncertain. Dumbledore wouldn't lie.
'That is exactly what I thought, but there he was standing as clear as day next to both his parents.'
Ron, Harry and Hermione looked at each other disbelievingly. Malfoy couldn't have a younger brother, he had never mentioned him before, and at the Quidditch world cup there was no sign of him, and all the Malfoy's had been there.
'He didn't look much like Lucius though,' Arthur said slowly, obviously choosing his words very carefully. 'Do you think he was kept a secret because . well you know what I mean Dumbledore,' Arthur said, catching the look Fred and George had given each other and than deciding not to finish what he was going to say.
'There is no question,' Dumbledore said, much to everyone's surprise. A small smile spread across his aging face and he looked as though he was trying to stop himself from laughing.
Harry hardly thought that this was a laughing matter, and judging by the looks on everyone else's faces, neither did they. Harry had always thought the Malfoys were so perfect and now he wasn't sure what to think.
'How old is he,' asked Ginny, looking just as surprised as everyone else. This question just seemed to be asked out of conversation more than her actually wanting to find out the answer.
'I'd say about six or seven,' Dumbledore answered looking at Arthur for confirmation - Arthur merely nodded slightly.
A loud crash from behind Harry made him jump. 'Sorry about that Harry,' Lupin stammered. 'Sorry Molly . I- I was clumsy.'
Lupin had dropped a plate in his haste to clean up and had smashed it into tiny pieces on the floor. He grabbed his wand out of his pocket and with one wave he had mended the plate and cleaned the floor. Harry noticed that he had an almost fearful look in his eyes and that his hands shook slightly. It appeared to Harry as though everyone else had noticed this too. Dumbledore was smiling again.
The plate crashing had brought about an uncomfortable silence and once the cleaning up was done everyone decided to go up to bed as it was well past midnight and there appeared to be nothing else to talk about. Harry carried his things upstairs and after he and Ron had said goodnight to everyone they went to bed, talking about the news they had just heard until they were so tired that they fell straight to sleep.
Metallicverb: I'm glad to see that you're DYING to find out who Zell's father is, that's a good sign. I'm afraid you wont find out just yet but don't worry you will soon. Dumbledore is a very trusting man, and there's not very much a 6 year old kid can do with a wand, maybe he's just fond of the boy's real father and so he let him off, who knows. Thank you so much for reviewing, YOU'RE MY IDOL!! (Sorry the Australian idol craze is on now and I can't stop saying that stupid line.
Daisie: I'm so glad to know the grammar isn't that bad. (Phew) thanks so much for telling me though, I am trying to be much more careful now as I write other chapters. Interesting theory about Fudge hehehe, maybe he just might be cruel enough. I wouldn't put it past him either, after the 5th book I'm not awfully fond of the fellow. Thanks for reviewing again its good to see you're still reading it.
Lillypotterfan: You like the Harry and Draco story switching, that's good to here; I thought it would be too boring if it was just Draco's viewpoint, you need some variation. I could have made Lucius strangle Zell but I didn't want to make him out to be too much of a child basher, and Zell was so cute I just couldn't do it too the little fellow. I'm glad you liked the story, thank you so much.
Mentally Impaired: Sirius is the only person you can think of to be his father??? Honestly there are a million people it could be. And yes it could also possibly be Sirius, regarding the whole prison thing, you never know they could have worked around it, but there is that slight problem of them being cousins - it is legal in most states you know. You have to know, well keep reading, I might be kind enough to tell you by the end of the story, or perhaps I'll never tell you muhahahaha. I love you for reviewing and hope that you'll keep reading.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize. I do own Zell however. J.K Rowling is a champ and whilst I do wish to be a writer I am not her and like I said don't own anything you recognize.
.... Well here's the 6th chapter, I'll give you a hint about who the father is seeing as how you are all DYING to know... on second thoughts, no I wont hehehe ..... here it is, the 6th chapter.
The Malfoy's Big Secret!!
Chapter 6!!
Harry landed flat on his feet, for once, in the kitchen of number 12 Grimmauld place. He stepped out of the way of the fireplace and watched as Lupin arrived in the same place that he had, a kind smile spreading across his face as he turned to look at Harry. Harry returned the smile, noting as he did so that Lupin looked much older than he had just recently.
Now that Harry was back in a place where he felt happy, he suddenly felt really horrible. He had spent his holidays so far moping over Sirius's death and feeling sorry for himself. When he looked into Lupin's tired face he knew that Sirius death had had a much greater impact on him than it had Harry. Sirius was all that Lupin had had left. Peter Pettigrew had betrayed Lupin, Sirius and James by tuning to the Dark Lord, James Potter (Harry's father) had died at the hands of Lord Voldamort, and now Sirius Black was gone. All that Lupin had left was his Hogwarts enemy - Harry's potion's teacher, Professor Severus Snape.
'Harry, oh Harry dear how are you?' It was Mrs. Weasley, appearing from around the corner of the kitchen with an apron on.
Five other familiar faces come bounding into the room, racing up to Harry and patting him on the back in greeting.
'Hiya Harry, did you miss us?' shouted Fred Weasley.
'Bet you did. How were the muggles treating you?' asked George, Fred's twin brother.
Harry smiled weakly and was about to answer them before Hermione, one of Harry's best friends, grabbed him around the neck in a hug.
'Oh, Harry we missed you so much. We would have got you sooner but we were under strict orders from Dumbledore not to let you until he said, oh Harry- '
'Lay off him Hermione, let him breathe,' another familiar face said from behind the two twins. It was Ron Weasley, Harry's other best friend.
'Welcome back Harry,' said the young red headed girl beside Ron. Ginny Weasley was Ron's sister and the youngest of the Weasley's.
'Hello,' was all that Harry could manage with all the excitement and questions being asked. He was quite grateful when Lupin finally told them all to give him some room.
Mrs. Weasley approached Harry, and gave him a great big hug. 'You must be starving Harry, come and sit down and I'll get you something to eat.'
At this Harry made his way through all of the Weasley's, and Hermione, and took a seat at the extraordinarily large dinning table. The Weasley's, Hermione and Lupin followed suite.
'So how did you all get here,' Harry managed to ask the excited group in front of him.
'Dumbledore told us that it would be easier for us to stay here,' Ron began to tell Harry excitedly.
'Yeah, cause dad is working overtime at the Ministry, and he's still working for the Order, so it was a lot easier if we came here so he wouldn't have to travel as far,' Fred said finishing Ron's story.
'And when Ron invited me to come along, my parents couldn't refuse,' Hermione said, explaining to Harry her reason for being there.
Harry was glad that they were all here. He had missed them all terribly and would have been bored without them. It didn't seem to bother him as much as it had last time that they were all here together without him because the looks on their faces told him that they were a lot happier now that he was here.
Suddenly Harry remembered what he was so eager to find out and turned to Lupin to ask this question.
'Professor Lupin,' he began, but was interrupted immediately.
'Please Harry, I'm not a Professor anymore, just Lupin will do,' Lupin invited with one of his usual weak smiles.
Even though Lupin had looked so sad before, when he smiled at Harry he almost looked like his young self again. His messy light brown hair was graying pre-maturely and his clear bright blue eyes looked tired - even his skin was not the healthy light tan that it used to be, it was much paler. Despite all this when he spoke to Harry, it must have reminded him of James because he looked happier, more relaxed and younger again.
'Okay,' Harry said. 'I was just wondering if anything . important has happened whilst I've been away.'
Hermione bit her lip, the Weasleys shifted uncomfortably and Lupin looked disappointed.
'As a matter of fact something has Harry-,' Lupin started to tell Harry, but he was interrupted immediately by Fred and George.
'Yeah, Malfoy, the slimy git, managed to crawl his way out of Azkaban,'
'What,' Harry shouted disbelievingly. 'You mean he escaped.'
'Oh no worse than that,' Fred added.
'Much worse, he's as free as a bird,' George added to his brother's sentence.
'But how, we were all there, Fudge even saw him with his own eyes,' Harry stated, looking stunned.
'Yes well you know the Malfoy's Harry,' Lupin said, taking the conversation back. 'As soon as they were rewarded a fair trial, he managed to bribe his way out of his sentence.'
'Didn't Dumbledore know that he would?' Harry asked still in disbelief.
'Of course he did,' Lupin said knowingly. 'So did Fudge. The fact is that Lucius would have found a way to escape anyway, now that the Dementors have gone, at least this way Dumbledore and Fudge can keep an eye on him and possibly even find out what Voldamort may be up too.'
'How can they do that?' Harry asked desperate to find out everything.
'Easy, they are allowed to perform a surprise raid on the Malfoy Manor on any day of the week they choose. All they have to do is catch them off guard and they can have all the Malfoy's in Azkaban as well as the whereabouts of the Voldamort, if their stupid enough to let it slip.' Harry still remained a little uneasy.
'Malfoy will never let us here the end of that at school now Harry, just you wait,' Ron added sadly. Draco Malfoy always made fun of Ron and his family for being pore, as soon as Lucius had been imprisoned he had thought that maybe Draco would stop being so cocky. Now that his dad was free however, Ron wouldn't be so safe from Malfoy's insults.
'Well, there's nothing you can do about it you lot, so lets just forget about them and have a nice night with Harry here,' Mrs. Weasley said in her usual cheery voice.
She placed a whole heap of sandwiches on the table as well as a great big chocolate cake and some treacle tart. Harry snatched at the sandwiches hungrily and realized, to his great delight, that they tasted much better than his did.
Once the sandwiches had been completely demolished, and everyone had stuffed themselves with sweets, Molly Weasley and Lupin started to wash up whilst Harry and the others caught up on their chatting. There was suddenly a small popping noise that filled the kitchen. Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley had apparated from wherever they had been to the kitchen at Grimmauld place. Arthur looked extremely worn out but still managed a small smile at Harry.
'Harry, how wonderful to see you - yes and you lot too,' he added smiling at his four children, who were looking up at him eagerly. 'You too dear of course,' he finished turning his smile to his wife.
Harry looked from Arthur to Dumbledore who smiled at Harry happily and nodded his head. Harry was pleased to see that Dumbledore wasn't avoiding his eyes like he had at the beginning of last year and had a sudden feeling in the pit of his stomach that this year was going to be a lot better than the last.
'Find anything dad?' Ron asked his father, than catching the confused look that Harry gave him added, 'Dad's in charge of the Malfoy Manor raids.'
Harry looked up at Mr. Weasleys tired and disappointed face and could guess the answer before it was even said.
'Not a single thing. I was so sure that we would have him this time.'
He sat down at one of the many still empty chairs at the dinning table, Dumbledore did the same.
'Let us not loose heart just yet Arthur,' Dumbledore said in his calm, knowing voice. 'He is bound to slip up sooner or later.'
'Yes I suppose your right Dumbledore, I just can't believe that he slipped through our fingers again, we were so close this time.'
Arthur slumped back slightly in his chair and received a sympathetic look from his wife as she rushed over and placed a few sandwiches and some left over cake and tart in front of him and Dumbledore. After taking only a few bites Arthur looked up at his family and put his sandwich down.
'Say kids,' he asked addressing the table. 'Did any of you know that the Malfoy's had a younger son?'
There were a lot of confused glances at the table as everybody looked from one person to another.
'Malfoy doesn't have a younger brother,' Ron said as though this answer was final.
'I'm sure that's who he was,' said Arthur, more to himself than anyone else. 'He sure did look a lot like Mrs. Malfoy. You seemed to know Dumbledore, who was the boy?'
Dumbledore smiled slightly and placed down his sandwich as well. 'He is, like you said Arthur, the Malfoy's younger son.'
'What,' said Harry, Hermione and the rest of the Weasley's together.
'Malfoy doesn't have a younger brother,' Ron repeated, this time slightly uncertain. Dumbledore wouldn't lie.
'That is exactly what I thought, but there he was standing as clear as day next to both his parents.'
Ron, Harry and Hermione looked at each other disbelievingly. Malfoy couldn't have a younger brother, he had never mentioned him before, and at the Quidditch world cup there was no sign of him, and all the Malfoy's had been there.
'He didn't look much like Lucius though,' Arthur said slowly, obviously choosing his words very carefully. 'Do you think he was kept a secret because . well you know what I mean Dumbledore,' Arthur said, catching the look Fred and George had given each other and than deciding not to finish what he was going to say.
'There is no question,' Dumbledore said, much to everyone's surprise. A small smile spread across his aging face and he looked as though he was trying to stop himself from laughing.
Harry hardly thought that this was a laughing matter, and judging by the looks on everyone else's faces, neither did they. Harry had always thought the Malfoys were so perfect and now he wasn't sure what to think.
'How old is he,' asked Ginny, looking just as surprised as everyone else. This question just seemed to be asked out of conversation more than her actually wanting to find out the answer.
'I'd say about six or seven,' Dumbledore answered looking at Arthur for confirmation - Arthur merely nodded slightly.
A loud crash from behind Harry made him jump. 'Sorry about that Harry,' Lupin stammered. 'Sorry Molly . I- I was clumsy.'
Lupin had dropped a plate in his haste to clean up and had smashed it into tiny pieces on the floor. He grabbed his wand out of his pocket and with one wave he had mended the plate and cleaned the floor. Harry noticed that he had an almost fearful look in his eyes and that his hands shook slightly. It appeared to Harry as though everyone else had noticed this too. Dumbledore was smiling again.
The plate crashing had brought about an uncomfortable silence and once the cleaning up was done everyone decided to go up to bed as it was well past midnight and there appeared to be nothing else to talk about. Harry carried his things upstairs and after he and Ron had said goodnight to everyone they went to bed, talking about the news they had just heard until they were so tired that they fell straight to sleep.