Immortal Conflicts

By: Myself

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor another other character owned or created by J. K. R. (If you don't know who that is, then you are probably reading the wrong fan fiction.) because SHE owns them. I do however own Elsa Leigh. She's mine and if you try to take her... well let's just say unpleasant things will occur to you. Oh yeah! That reminds me... I guess Mikeal Malfoy's mine, too. And Madeline and Miranda Malfoy, too. (What is going on here?! Where are all of these people coming from???)

A/N:

Theoddguy: As to evil... I'm not really sure yet. We'll see. But a Malfoy. I think I'm going have beat Damien over the head for that one. If I can ever find him...

Chapter Four
Harry Potter/Evans/MALFOY??!!!

There was someone jumping on his bed. Was it Sirius or Madeline? He peeked his left eye open a little and spotted a blur of red. Madeline, he concluded. "I suggest you get off my bed right now, or a broken limb from falling off with be the least of your worries." He sat up and glared balefully at his red headed half sister.

"What if I don't wanna?" she replied, her coal black eyes mirroring the smirk that crossed her face.

"Well that's up to you, but I suggest you do, or I'll tell Uncle Lucius you were misbehaving," he grinned at the worry that crossed her young features. "And you what'll happen if I do that..." He trailed off and lay back down, smiling slightly and satisfied that he gotten her to go away, but quickly jumped back up as 60 pounds of black Labrador jumped up onto his lower extremities. "Sirius! Get off my bed right now!!" he screamed angrily at the massive ball of hair grinning sheepishly at him from the other end of the bed. "There is just no peace in this house," he grumbled angrily crawling out of bed and looking at the clock on his nightstand. 5:45 A.M.?! You've got to be kidding me, he thought, muttering angrily as he fixed his glasses to his face and made his way down to the kitchen.

"Good mornin', Mum," he slurred, entering the kitchen and sitting at his place at the kitchen table.

"Why good morning, Harry, dear," she replied, her slim red haired figure turning to him and giving him a sunny smile. "And to what do we owe this early morning appearance to? I'm not used to seeing you before 9 on summer vacation," she inquired, putting two eggs and a whole lot of bacon and ham on a plate, then set it in front of him.

"A red haired devil and a slobbering black ball of insanity," he muttered through a mouthful of eggs.

"Don't speak with your mouth full," Miranda Malfoy admonished.

"Sorry, Mum."

"It's all right, dear," she said smiling at him as Mikeal walked into the kitchen followed by a singing Madeline and slobbering Sirius. "Good morning, dears. Breakfast is ready. Thank you for waking your brother up, Madeline. You do realize why she did, right, Harry? You know what day today is, don't you?"

"No...," Harry said then trailed off. "Oh wait! It's my birthday! That's right! I almost forgot. But why so early?" he continued to gripe.

"Because we have to go buy your Hogwarts things with Draco and Ron today," his mother reminded him.

Harry sighed and wiped his forehead. "Why?! Of all people to be related to, why Draco and Ron?! Damn my cursed fate!!" He slammed his forehead against the table a few times to drive the point home.

"Oh Harry, your such a dramatic child," his father sighed. "And watch your language in front of the girls."

"Sorry, dad," he apologized. "It's just... Well you know."

"Yes I know. And if I can live with them, then so can you."

Later That Day

"Draco! Ron! Leave each other alone! If I hear one more peep out of either of you, I'll skin both of you alive," screamed a very flustered Molly Weasley. Her red hair and light complection made the red blotches of anger on her face more prominent. Harry always saw so much of his stepmother in her, but that could just be because they were twins.

"Sorry, Mum," mumbled the red headed Ron, who turned about as red as his hair and dropped his head.

"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley," drawled Draco and smirked and Ron, unafraid of any punishment that would come his way.

"I don't see why you two can't behave more like Harry here," she pointed at the silent black haired boy trailing behind them. "Silent, doesn't stop at every store front and gawk at things he can't have."

Just then Harry stopped and turned and odd shade of white. He stared off into the crowd. She looked so familiar, was all he could think and took of in the general direction.

"I think of spoken too soon," sighed Mrs. Weasley, taking off after the boy.

Harry continued on through the crowd until he came upon the black haired girl. "Um. Excuse me, Miss," he drawled, catching he attention, and noticed the surprise that crossed her face. She then proceeded to turn an unprecedented shade of red and turned and ran with a speed that surprised even the quick Harry. "Oi!" he called out after her and then gave up.

"What was that, mate?" asked an out of breath Ron.

"Oh nothing. Just someone I thought I recognized." Harry replied, still staring off into the crowd where she had disappeared.

"You scared the living Jesus out of your aunt," sneered Draco, pulling up behind him.

"Oh. Yeah I guess I did, taking off like that. I'm sorry, Aunt Molly," he said grinning sheepishly at the red out of breath Molly Weasley.

"Quite all right, Harry, dear. But would you mind letting me know next time you take off like that."

"Of course, Aunt Molly."

After finishing shopping Harry, Draco and Ron each carried two armfuls of stuff. Harry even had the tenacity to carry his brand new snowy owl, named Hedwig, by the way, instead of releasing her to fly behind and carrying the empty cage. And it is this this form that we now see them, herded into the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron each calling out The Keep before stepping into the flames and arriving miraculously several second later at Harry's home of residence. "Well, here you are, Harry. Do make sure not to lose anything before school starts," Mrs. Weasley admonished.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied and walked out of the living room as they left. Turning the sorner, and still carrying all of his things he was attacked by a small red haired monster who knocked him over climbed up onto his back.

"Harry! Y ou're back!" she squealed. "I missed you so much!" And then she spotted the owl. "Oooo! Can I play with it, Harry? Can I? Can I? What's he called? Can I keep him? Please?"

"No!" he screamed throwing her off of him. "Madeline you leave Hedwig alone right this instant. I used up most of my birthday money on that owl and if ruin her I swear to you..." he trailed off, leaving the threat to linger.

"Fine," she replied smirking and ran off through the house, most likely to tell Mum that he was home.

I'm going to love Hogwarts if only for the fact that she won't be there, he thought acidly and then gathered up all of his stuff and proceeded ten steps down the hallway only to be bowled down by Sirius.

A/N: Wow! Talk about family issues. Not only is he now a Malfoy... but his Mum is Molly Weasley's twin. Where is the madness going to stop? Only my muse knows that and he's nowhere to be found. Oh well. Until next time.