Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own this fanfic, so HA! I wonder, as do many others, does J.K. Rowling get ideas off of FF? Maybe not. Probably not.
Chapter 2: Just Dropping In
Draco, Narcissa, and Parvati landed with a huge thud in Harry's office in the Ministry. Oh, I didn't tell you? Excuse me, reader; let's go back a little.
Well, let's see, Draco charmed a Budweiser can that he found on the road into a Portkey, that accidentally transported Narcissa, Parvati, and himself into the Ministry of Magic when he intended them to land in Malfoy Manor (Draco was never good at Portkeys).
And in England…
Rufus Scrimgeour literally groveled at Harry's feet so Harry would let him hire Harry to be put in charge of the entire Defense department. The Ministry was made aware that the only person who could kill Voldemort was Harry, and it didn't hurt that Harry came top in his class at DADA, with an even better N.E.W.T. score than Hermione's (Hermione came top in everything else).
The Ministry was also aware of Hermione's Defense group, the DA, which had been led by Harry. The Defense at the Ministry was not amazing, and Harry would be a good asset for defense.
So Harry consented, and he was made into the head of Ministry Defense.
To Ron's surprise, Professor McGonagall had recommended him for Foreign Relations. Ron supposed that dating Hermione made him a much more tactful person. So Ron tried to make contacts at work, and was doing well, apart from his first attempt at making contacts ended up with him swearing badly at a Chinese wizard, who didn't understand much of what Ron was saying, and vice versa.
Hermione was also recommended for Foreign Relations, but decided to form her own department, which did fairly well: the Relations Between Magical Creatures and Wizards, Both Malevolent and Munificent Department. Hermione liked long names, for some reason. She kept promoting house-elf representation and…
Dobby became the RBMCWBMMD's first house-elf representative, as well as a cook at Hogwarts School.
Harry decided to reform the entire Ministry's Defense and constructed a method similar to the one he had used in the DA: teach each curse slowly, and practice. It was very simple.
Harry was thinking about what he would do for the next lesson. He'd just taught the wizards and witches Shield Charms, and it went fairly well, except when Phaeton Jones sent Ron crashing against the wall with a rather enthusiastic charm.
Well, when one is experiencing a little quiet and rest, it is extremely shocking to suddenly see three people land rather messily on the floor with a loud, LOUD crash, holding a beer can and causing the office to shake. Yes, Draco, Narcissa, and Parvati landed with a huge thud in Harry's office in the Ministry.
Harry jumped and fell off his chair.
"Ow, what the…"
Draco got up and grinned. "Hey, Harry. Funny seeing you here. Are you waiting for someone?"
"I work here. I'm the head of Ministry Defense."
"Really? Well, I'm not surprised seeing as you passed top in seventh year."
Parvati got up from the floor. Narcissa was unconscious.
"Hi Harry. Wow, cool office. So, you're doing Defense?"
"Um hm."
"Like the DA? I missed that."
"You both can join; we're lacking in talent and people. Draco, what's your mum doing here? Come to that—WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING IN MY OFFICE!"
Draco grinned. "Ahem, about that, well…" He explained all the circumstances with Voldemort.
Harry was irritated. "He's in New York and you didn't send me a letter? We're looking for him at the moment, dimwit! Everyone wants to know where he is! Stupid dingbat."
"Well sorry."
"Good thing you're telling me now, when I can't find anyone…" Harry called down Hedwig, scribbled on five pieces of parchment, and ordered Hedwig to deliver them to Lupin, McGonagall, Ginny (who worked under Harry), and various members of the Order of the Phoenix.
"Hmpf."
"Is your mum going to be okay?"
"Oh, her?" Narcissa still lay unconscious on the floor. "She'll be fine—eventually, I'm sure."
He bent over and yelled at Narcissa. "MOOOOOOTHEEEEERRRRRRRRRR!"
Narcissa jerked up. "What? What? What happened when? Wait—why are we in the Ministry? And where's New York?" She glared at Harry and his scar. "What's he doing here? Hmm?"
Narcissa still hated Harry with a passion for landing her husband, Lucius Malfoy, in Azkaban. And Draco had never told her how they'd become friends in the Muggle class, knowing what her reaction would be. He actually did a good job of concealing it for a few years. But now was not a good time. Even though Narcissa was mad enough at Draco for dating a former Gryffindor.
"It's okay, Mum, Harry's fine."
"Draco, darling," Narcissa attempted to reason with her son. "This is Harry Potter. It's because of him that your father is in jail."
"No—it's okay, seriously. He's my friend."
Narcissa gasped in shock. 'Friend?" she asked in a horrified whisper. "Friend? The half-blood Potter is your friend?"
"Well, Mother, you see…"
"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS! YOU'VE BETRAYED YOUR FATHER, BECOMING THE FRIEND OF THE BOY WHO HAS SENT HIM TO AZKABAN, YOU IDIOT!"
"Mother!"
"Don't 'Mother' me, Draco Abraxas Malfoy!"
Thoughts were running through Draco's head as Narcissa vented her spleen upon him.
Oh no. She used the middle name.
"…Completely irresponsible and inconsiderate. I thought you held the pride of the Malfoys, Draco, I thought you cared."
Oh dear Lord.
Divine intervention was definitely not going to stop Narcissa.
"Your father would be ashamed to see you now, Draco. And I don't suppose you're planning to tell me why you were running off from your master in New York, hmm? I may be older now, Draco, but I am not entirely stupid."
You're sure about that? You seemed completely clueless and obsessed with good old NYC when we were hiding there.
"…Becoming the friend of a filthy half-blood. And…no. If you've been friends with him in Hogwarts, chances are that you've been fraternizing with that Ronald Weasley and Mudblood Granger."
"Well, Mother, I…" his somewhat guilty expression gave him away.
"Draco how could you? You know that the Weasleys are a set of blood-traitors, and that Granger girl, intelligent as she may be, is a Muggle?"
Oh, for goodness' sake, shut up, woman!
"Mother, listen to me!"
"I will not!"
"#$$&#$$#$#$!"
"Draco!"
"Sorry, Mother, but it was the only way to get you to shut up."
"I am…"
"Look, in that Muggle class we had to take in sixth year, the one that lasted for a few weeks, I was put with two Weasleys, Harry, and Hermione. We kind of…" he related the whole thing to Narcissa.
Narcissa went paler than usual. Then her face softened. She was too tired to argue anymore. Then she considered everything that had happened.
Her sister and brother-in-law, Bellatrix and Rodolphus, had been Death Eaters. And they'd been imprisoned in Azkaban for thirteen years.
Her husband had been a Death Eater and now he was in Azkaban with no hope of escape.
Igor Karkaroff had been a Death Eater, and he was dead. How many other Death Eaters had Voldemort killed or had met terrible fates? Was it worth losing the only thing she truly valued to terror and stupid views? If Draco was happy with his new friends, and had not been happy as a Death Eater (she could tell, as all mothers can), then it was better to let him "fraternize with blood-traitors and Mudbloods."
Besides, Andromeda had married a Muggle and seemed to be living a very satisfied and happy life.
Narcissa sighed. "Okay, Draco. It's fine. As long as you are happy, it's okay."
It was a very touching moment when mother and son embraced.
Harry broke the silence. "Now…how exactly are you going to remain hidden from Voldemort?"
A/N: Should I incorporate the Voldemort's-unsuccessful-search thing? Probably. I think I will eventually. Or I'll weave in and out of it. That depends.
