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Harry stood in the kitchen in shock, staring at the mousy face of his only aunt. His mind raced, but he didn't quite know what to say, so he opened his mouth and just spoke his thoughts.
"What the bloody hell is she doing here?"
Everyone in the room who wasn't staring at him before sure was now. Mrs. Weasley had turned and was now looking at Harry as if he had just slapped everyone in the room. He wanted to ask if they had all gone mad, but decided perhaps it would be better to wait for some sort of explination. Professor McGonagall arose from her seat nearest to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder, leading him out of the room. She led him back to the stairway, then stopped and turned to face him.
"What's she doing here?" Harry asked again.
"Much has happened since you've been on holiday, Mr. Potter," she said quietly.
"Oh, what?" Harry demanded, trying his best to keep his temper with the Deputy Headmistress. "Did the world turn to bloody HELL?"
"Potter, please, calm yourself, there is much you don't know."
"Well then please," Harry stormed, plopping down on the bottom stair, "enlighten me."
McGonagall breathed out slowly, and began.
"Mr.Potter, you left your aunt and uncle's home on Privet Drive on the 23rd of June. Today is the 30th of July. Much can happen in a month, and there are many things you do not yet know about your aunt."
"Like what? What is there to know?" Harry demanded as he saw the faces of Ginny and Bill peak around the corner, jumping back out of view once Harry cought sight of them.
"I'm sure you've realized by now your uncle isn't at all in tune with the wizarding world," she put her hand up when Harry opened his mouth to speak, "Your Aunt Petunia, however...well, there is much she knows. Much more than you have been told she knows. Harry, "she said softly,"your Aunt Petunia is a squib."
Harry looked at McGonagall, staring back at him with not a trace of a smile on her face. He bursted into loud laughter, holding his hand across his stomach to steady himself. When he had finished laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up, straightening his glasses. She was now scowling at him, and he tried desperately to read her expression.
"No," he said, "seriously. My - my mother was from a Muggle family," Harry was now deeply confused. No one had ever asked about his family history, because everyone already knew it. The Potters were perhaps the most well-known magical family in Britain, especially Harry himself. Even so, everyone knew the story of his parents.
"She has had a falling out with your uncle and has come to lend her knowledge of the inside of your parents' lives to the Order."
"My aunt and uncle are getting divorced?" Harry was filled with excitement and confusion all at once.
McGonagall didn't answer his question, but continued. "She's come to help, Mr.Potter."
Harry's mind immediately went to the most important thing in his life. "What about Draco? Does she know about him?"
"No, she doesn't. But I suggest you tell her before someone else lets it slip."
"Tell her? Are you kidding? She'd kill me!"
McGonagall let a smile seep through her scowl. "You never know, Potter." she said, and walked away, back into the kitchen. Harry sat back down on the bottom stair to think, when he heard a quiet, timid voice from behind him he recognized all too well.
"Harry?"
He spun around, standing up quickly, and saw Draco standing at the top of the stairs.
"What's going on?" Draco asked. He sounded worried and half-afraid, like a helpless child.
"Nothing, love, it's all right." Harry began walking up the stairs toward his boyfriend.
Draco cracked a small smile. He looked so sexy standing there in nothign but a pair of pajama pants. "Don't lie," he said, "I can always tell when you're lying."
Harry reached Draco and kissed him softly and deeply, pulling him closer. They stood there, only inches apart. After only a second, they heard the front door open, and turned to see Hermione storming out, slamming the door behind her. Ron was standing in the kitchen doorway. He looked up at Harry and Draco, and Harry knew at once Hermione had seen the two of them kissing.
"The two of you are worse than Ginny and Neville," Ron laughed.
"Ginny and Neville?" Harry asked.
"They've been snogging nearly constantly. It's gotten so annoying. The next time I see Longbottom's tongue down my sister's throat..."
Harry smiled, and to his surprise, so did Draco. Even more surprising was what Draco said next.
"How's your summer been, Ron?"
Ron was looking at Draco the same way Harry was - as if to say, "What the hell...."
"F-fine..." Ron glanced to Harry and back to Draco. "It's..going fine. How about yours?"
"Wonderful, thanks." There was a short silence.
"I've....I've got to... I'll talk to you later.." and he went back into the kitchen.
Harry looked at Draco. "What was that?"
"What?"
"You hate Ron."
"But you don't. He's your best friend, we're going to have to get along. I don't plan to be going anywhere anytime soon."
Harry kissed him. "You're wonderful, Draco Malfoy."
Harry stood in the kitchen in shock, staring at the mousy face of his only aunt. His mind raced, but he didn't quite know what to say, so he opened his mouth and just spoke his thoughts.
"What the bloody hell is she doing here?"
Everyone in the room who wasn't staring at him before sure was now. Mrs. Weasley had turned and was now looking at Harry as if he had just slapped everyone in the room. He wanted to ask if they had all gone mad, but decided perhaps it would be better to wait for some sort of explination. Professor McGonagall arose from her seat nearest to Harry and put her hand on his shoulder, leading him out of the room. She led him back to the stairway, then stopped and turned to face him.
"What's she doing here?" Harry asked again.
"Much has happened since you've been on holiday, Mr. Potter," she said quietly.
"Oh, what?" Harry demanded, trying his best to keep his temper with the Deputy Headmistress. "Did the world turn to bloody HELL?"
"Potter, please, calm yourself, there is much you don't know."
"Well then please," Harry stormed, plopping down on the bottom stair, "enlighten me."
McGonagall breathed out slowly, and began.
"Mr.Potter, you left your aunt and uncle's home on Privet Drive on the 23rd of June. Today is the 30th of July. Much can happen in a month, and there are many things you do not yet know about your aunt."
"Like what? What is there to know?" Harry demanded as he saw the faces of Ginny and Bill peak around the corner, jumping back out of view once Harry cought sight of them.
"I'm sure you've realized by now your uncle isn't at all in tune with the wizarding world," she put her hand up when Harry opened his mouth to speak, "Your Aunt Petunia, however...well, there is much she knows. Much more than you have been told she knows. Harry, "she said softly,"your Aunt Petunia is a squib."
Harry looked at McGonagall, staring back at him with not a trace of a smile on her face. He bursted into loud laughter, holding his hand across his stomach to steady himself. When he had finished laughing, he wiped the tears from his eyes and stood up, straightening his glasses. She was now scowling at him, and he tried desperately to read her expression.
"No," he said, "seriously. My - my mother was from a Muggle family," Harry was now deeply confused. No one had ever asked about his family history, because everyone already knew it. The Potters were perhaps the most well-known magical family in Britain, especially Harry himself. Even so, everyone knew the story of his parents.
"She has had a falling out with your uncle and has come to lend her knowledge of the inside of your parents' lives to the Order."
"My aunt and uncle are getting divorced?" Harry was filled with excitement and confusion all at once.
McGonagall didn't answer his question, but continued. "She's come to help, Mr.Potter."
Harry's mind immediately went to the most important thing in his life. "What about Draco? Does she know about him?"
"No, she doesn't. But I suggest you tell her before someone else lets it slip."
"Tell her? Are you kidding? She'd kill me!"
McGonagall let a smile seep through her scowl. "You never know, Potter." she said, and walked away, back into the kitchen. Harry sat back down on the bottom stair to think, when he heard a quiet, timid voice from behind him he recognized all too well.
"Harry?"
He spun around, standing up quickly, and saw Draco standing at the top of the stairs.
"What's going on?" Draco asked. He sounded worried and half-afraid, like a helpless child.
"Nothing, love, it's all right." Harry began walking up the stairs toward his boyfriend.
Draco cracked a small smile. He looked so sexy standing there in nothign but a pair of pajama pants. "Don't lie," he said, "I can always tell when you're lying."
Harry reached Draco and kissed him softly and deeply, pulling him closer. They stood there, only inches apart. After only a second, they heard the front door open, and turned to see Hermione storming out, slamming the door behind her. Ron was standing in the kitchen doorway. He looked up at Harry and Draco, and Harry knew at once Hermione had seen the two of them kissing.
"The two of you are worse than Ginny and Neville," Ron laughed.
"Ginny and Neville?" Harry asked.
"They've been snogging nearly constantly. It's gotten so annoying. The next time I see Longbottom's tongue down my sister's throat..."
Harry smiled, and to his surprise, so did Draco. Even more surprising was what Draco said next.
"How's your summer been, Ron?"
Ron was looking at Draco the same way Harry was - as if to say, "What the hell...."
"F-fine..." Ron glanced to Harry and back to Draco. "It's..going fine. How about yours?"
"Wonderful, thanks." There was a short silence.
"I've....I've got to... I'll talk to you later.." and he went back into the kitchen.
Harry looked at Draco. "What was that?"
"What?"
"You hate Ron."
"But you don't. He's your best friend, we're going to have to get along. I don't plan to be going anywhere anytime soon."
Harry kissed him. "You're wonderful, Draco Malfoy."
