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Turns out that Harry wasn't seated between Snape and Black after all; His mother was at one end of the table, and his father at the other. He was seated near the middle on the left side between Black and Draco followed on Draco's side by the two Weasly's. On the other side of the long table sat Dumbledore, Snape, Lucius and Narcissa. Unfortunately for Harry, he had to bear having to look across the table at Snape and Lucius.

Harry had a sneaking suspicion that his mother hired someone to do the cooking, as this was very delicious and good, not like her usual burnt food. There was a very large turkey at his father side, various dishes of all sorts including the normal Fruit Salad and Yorkshire puddings. Over all the display and food was nice, which Harry supposed made up for the dry conversation.

"So... Harry how did you meet the Malfoys?" Black started, stacking meat onto his plate with a ravenous look.

"We ran over his son." Silence. Harry had said it such a practical manor that his father snorted, which was the only sound for a few heartbeats. Barely moving his eyes, he could see everyone's expression through perception vision (at least, that's what he named it. It was a skill he developed over the years; he could observe everyone without really moving his eyes from their original location. It had to do with his special powers.) Snape looked like he was about to have a serious fit, Dumbledore's eyes were twinkling (did they ever stop doing that?) Lucius looked indifferent, Narcissa looked livid at this news, Draco appeared to be blushing slightly the Weasly's were holding back their surprise and Black looked like he was ready to split into a grin. Actually, Harry noted, Black looked proud of Harry. This irked Harry and the feeling of familiarity around the man returned.

"So, Mr. Malfoy what do you do for a living?" Harry asked. Figuring that if no one was going to be nice and stop staring at him through the entire visit, he might as well make this uncomfortable for them. He was already suspecting many things from these people, things he liked… and things he didn't.

"I work in the government." He said dismissively, returned the question with a slight sneer. "What do you do for a living, Harry?"

"I compose music." Harry retorted. More silence. This time Lucius hadn't bother to mask his emotions and the surprise was clearly on his face, as was everyone else's (his parents however were still sending random knowing looks across the table to each other, purposely ignoring the conversation). Harry Potter as a Composer? Now there was a thought no one had considered.

"Oh? How did you get into that?" Mr. Weasly asked, leaning forward in his seat to look down at Harry.

"Simple really, I've always had an ear for it, and my mom wanted a new sound to her CD, so I helped out and then before I knew it was composing for all sorts of people in all sorts of genres." Came the swift and well calculated reply. So far, Harry had all his answers prepared well in advance. He watched again without moving his eyes as more people exchanged looks. He nearly smirked.

"Your mom's CD?" Draco inquired, turning to look at him confusedly, however Harry caught a glimpse deeper into the Boy's eyes and he could have sworn he saw the cool grey warm with a tint of red.

"That's right Young Malfoy, Ian and I are singers." Clair responded before Harry could and Harry smiled as Draco nodded wordlessly. He was surprised when Draco caught the smile and then faintly blushed. What was up with the boy? Couldn't he make up his mind? Harry's smile faded and he went back into neutral mode.

"What do you sing?" Dumbledore asked, joining in the conversation which had started as rather dull.

"Nothing you'd like. Heavy gospel, Heavy metal, sometimes a bit of Opera, but not much." Ian this time; seems like Harry was being 'rescued' by his parents even though he had everything under control...

"Interesting…" Was all that came as a reply, everyone else falling silent and decided to occupy their mouths with something other that words and devouring their dinner. Harry however only picked at his food, only taking in a few mouthfuls every so often. He wasn't very hungry tonight. He was more interested to find out what Both Lucius and Snape had against him. Lucius he could understand (he thinks). But why did Snape appear to loath him? Interesting indeed…

Voldemort mentally scolded at things. This wasn't really going accordingly as planned. Even if it did grant insight to the kind of person Harry had become, it didn't help him measure up the boy's capabilities any more or any less than when he had first met him. Truth be told, he hadn't felt an ounce of magic from him. And for the first time every, Voldemort felt afraid of that one little fact. It was quite impossible for his Magic to simply disappear… but it was the only explanation as to why there was no magical signature around him, or anything so much as resembling it. He wondered of Dumble-idoit has noticed the same thing. He decided to find out more than what Harry was letting up, and tactfully launched shamelessly into the question.

"Do you believe in Magic, Harry?" Draco prompted, looking at the dark haired beauty, trying to sound as innocent as possible.

All movement ceased, and there was an air of utter shock. Every one was surprised, except Harry and his parents. Ahhh... at least their suspicions were right. Lucius tried to recover, and failed miserably at it.

"Don't be Preposterous, boy! There is no such thing as magic. Haven't I gone over this with you before?" he scolded. Voldemort sneered on the inside of his mind. Poor Lucius. He would have to speak to him about his behaviour to him. It would appear that he was forgetting who inhabited his son's body. Harry didn't seem phased by the question; he actually seemed to ponder it. And the longer it took for him to answer, the more Voldemort was getting fidgety under those green orbs.

"I'm the type of person who doesn't believe in things like that unless I see it with my own eyes first." He said, shrugging off indifference. At this everyone visibly sighed in relief, Dumbledore looked unnaturally pensive from what Harry had shown thus far, and everyone seemed shifty, even if relieved by the answer. Harry caught his father's eye, and mirrored in them was an identical wicked gleam.

"See? Potter here isn't dumb enough to-" Lucius huffed but was cut short.

"So I guess my answer to your question would have to be; yes I do believe in Magic." Black looked at him funny, Snape paled, Draco's face look pleasantly surprised. Dumbledores eyes were literally sparkling with excitement. Clair put a fist into her mouth and Ian was staring dreamily into the ceiling trying hard not to laugh.

"So… can you DO magic?" Draco pressed, clearly interested, and Harry didn't need to think twice about the sudden red tint to those grey eyes. He knew something was up with this kid… MPD maybe?

"That depends on what your definition of Magic is." Harry responded, pushing his chair out slightly to lean back and fold his legs. Peering at Draco. Everyone was hanging onto their conversation, Narcissa was eyeing everyone sordidly and then fixed her eyes on Harry. Harry hadn't noticed her gaze before, and he didn't like the lustfulness he saw in it. Maybe he had come on too strong before?

"Oh… um... levitating stuff?"

"Oh well then the answer is no." Harry lied through his teeth. Best not give anything away.

"Oh…." Draco looked cast fallen, and Harry couldn't help but grin.

"The Type of magic I believe in isn't the kind of visible stuff like making objects move across the room without holding onto them or anything like that. Although I suppose it could be taken like that. It's more kind of like… the magic which makes us who we are. Life. That is magical." Harry half lied. He was dead serious, but he was also lying when he said he didn't believe in the type of magic that involved moving objects. He could move objects, with his mind; he just didn't want Draco knowing that for some reason.

At this revelation, Dumbledore sat back and looked incredibly pensive (even mroe so than before), and then the old man smiled. Harry was such a mature boy, and here he had been judging him by his looks, which suggested he was a rebellious character. Apparently the same thing was going through everyone else's minds. They were so deep in thought that they didn't even notice the dishes being cleared and the dessert coming along (pie a la mode)

For awhile nothing was said (once again) and the air was tense, though not nearly as much as it had been before. Voldemort concentrated on the mother for a moment, entering her mind, oh it was so easy, and imputing an idea there and nudging her to act upon it. This would guarantee him to get closer to Harry.

However, the foolish woman said nothing, and Voldemort grew slightly frustrated.

"So Draco, what do you think of my son so far?" Voldemort hadn't been expecting this at all; it was completely against what he had wanted her to do.

"I um... would like to be his friend-"

"Cool, so would I." Once again Harry caught everyone by surprise. Draco grinned at this, and Harry saw the red tint was back, this made him smile. One day... he would get the full color out and discover the truth of the kid.

"Wonderful, then how would you like to stay the night?" Bingo! Voldemort snickered in his mind. How perfect.

"Excellent, I can keep my promise to Draco then." What? What promise, Voldemort whipped his head to Harry in confusion. And Harry only grinned, it would appear that he had forgotten.

"Is that okay with you Mr and Mrs. Malfoy?" The Malfoy's exchanged a look with Dumbledore, and they nodded.

"I think it's a wonderful idea."

"That settles it then." Ian spoke up, plopping in a bit of ice-cream into his mouth, alerting everyone that dessert had been served.

MPD: Multiple Personality Disorder.