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Chapter Twelve

Explanation Please

"Ugh my head hurts." Draco rubbed his head viciously.

He quickly looked around the room, he noticed it to be the one with the pensieve in it. Although the pensieve was gone, it wasn't even on the shelf where they kept it. In fact, nothing was on the shelf, or in the room on that note. The room was empty, all except for a rugged beat down, navy green sofa. It was the same green sofa that he had woken up on so many times in the past week, however it had been up in the master bedroom.

"Hmm, the Mrs. Must have been moving things about while I was gone. But where is the rest of the shit –"he slowly looked to the door, expecting to see his wife ready to scold his choice of words. "Why it looks as though it did, before we bought the dump." He laughed at this, a Malfoy buying a dump was like an oxymoron.

He heard voices in the foyer, they sounded very familiar.

"Ooh it's beautiful!" a young girl (of about twenty it sounded) gasped, as Draco heard the front door click shut.

He was still in the empty room. Then he heard another familiar voice, however he could not put his finger on where he had heard it before.

"I showed this house to you mother and father before they decided to buy their lovely house. It still hasn't been sold, and that was over twenty years ago." A lady said with a vibrant accent.

"Why do I recognize that little speech? Sandy Skeeter told me that before we bought this house." Draco spoke to himself softly and then he realized what she had just said. "Wait why is someone showing my- our house? And what does she mean it hasn't been sold for twenty years? I mean we live here, this is my house. Wait a second-"

"Why is there something wrong with it?" Draco heard a voice snap back to the lady. He now knew where he heard these three voices before. Slowly walking towards the door, that was only opened about an inch or so, he felt himself beginning to sweat profusely (A/N: ew sixty year old Draco sweating a lot, lol). He reached for the doorknob, but before he could grasp it, the oak door flung open and sent the old man flying to the middle of the room. However the people who entered the room didn't seem to notice him, as though he had an invisibility cloak on.

Draco's eyes were shut in pain but he could hear voices inside the room, moreover he could hear chuckling. He knew this laugh, he had heard it before, and many a times to his misfortune.

"Haha, goodness no dear child. Your father thought it to be a disgrace to his family name, and we can respectfully say that the word disgrace and Lucius Malfoy don't mix very well."

"A disgrace? Why? I think it's beautiful! I love it! I want this one, that is if it is fees able of course!" The young girl said excitedly.

"Nonsense, money is of no object! If you are happy, then I'm happy. We'll take it!" the young man said seriously.

Draco now had his eyes wide open. He was looking at himself and his wife, only not. The two of them could not have been older than twenty. He did nothing except stand there with his gob wide open.

"Are you sure Mr. Malfoy? It won't disgrace the Malfoy name?" The lady who turned out to be Sandy Skeeter (sister of Rita Skeeter) asked in a shocked way. "I only showed you this house because I had to, I didn't actually think you'd want it Mr. Malfoy!"

"Please. Draco, Mr. Malfoy is my father and he's in Azkaban. If you ask me, he is the disgrace. Besides if it makes that git miserable and this beau," he wrapped his arm around the girl, and pulled her close, "happy, then I'm game."

"Draco, hun, you can't just do this out of spite. I want you to actually like the house!" said the girl. Her hair was quite bushy, and she was wearing some casual jeans and a logo t-shirt saying 'Bulgarian Quidditch' on it.

"Um, I'm pretty sure I can Hermione, and besides it isn't out of spite I love the house!" said the young Draco.

"Liar." Spilled Draco sr. as he clasped his mouth, afraid the three people would hear him. They didn't, however, why it was as though Draco (sr.) wasn't even there, as though he was in the pensieve, and this was part of the memory he had received from Dumbledore. 'But I wouldn't come into the memory without Hermione and Tommy! What is going on?" he asked himself through thought.

"Are you sure?" he heard the young Hermione ask the young Draco.

"Hermione, Mrs. Malfoy, have I ever lied to you?" he asked with a smirk, knowing what his answer would be.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" she asked in reply.

He laughed, "well I'm not lying now."

Draco sr. thought, 'yes you are.'

"I love this house!"

'No you don't.'

"And I want to buy it!"

'No you don't!" Draco sr. screamed in his mind.

"Okay sweetie, than let's do it." She smiled and kissed him hard to show how happy she was.

Draco twisted this and replied, "What right in here, in front of her? Wow Hermione I have changed you!"

Hermione hit him in the gut, and said, "Just sign the papers you horny little bastard!"

"Did Hermione Granger- I mean Malfoy just cuss? Shame on you!" Young Draco mocked.

'That's funny; I was just thinking the same thing. Great minds think alike, seeming as we do share one mind.' Draco sr. thought.

She gave him that look that said 'if you don't sign you don't get any tonight.' Draco sr. knew it all too well, he had received it many times in the past few weeks (A/N: gross image of sixty year old people doing it, yuck!). It made both Dracos shudder and the young one soon asked to get on with it, before he burst.

Draco sr. had gotten all caught up in the selling of the house, that he forgot about the situation he was int. "Oh well, you get a crap house, but at least she's happy, and you having an extremely good hair day, if I may say so myself." He had said this out loud, but still no one noticed. However, as he said it, you Draco's hand smoothed over the back of his head.

"Well then, you can move in whenever." Sandy Skeeter excitedly said, as she picked up the paperwork. She was much like her sister; however she didn't find humor through other people's dismay. She shook each of their hands and they slowly left in a conversation full of small talk.

After the three of them left, Draco found himself back on the lumpy, green sofa. "Did she just sell my house, to me... again? This is not normal (lol, shoutout to PetroleumJellyDotOne)!"

"Well of course it's not normal, what did you expect to see when you were in a coma? Honestly, people these days!" A man of about twenty five said casually. He had just appeared there as though by apparition.

Draco backed up to the arm of the sofa, and gaped at the man. Not because of him just appearing in front of him, he had seen people apparate many times before, however he was a little surprised that people could use magic in dreams, if this was a dream.

"C-coma? How? That's not possible, how did this happen?"

"Oh it is possible Mr. Malfoy." The man said calmly.

"For the last time my name is Draco! I don't want anything to do with my father, whether he is dead or not!" Draco screamed. The younger Draco had made it obvious he didn't want to be called Mr. Malfoy either. It seems, that that was when Draco had really started to hate his father, because he was still going on about hoe he was the disgrace. "And how is it possible? What happened? Explanation please!"

"Well, even though the Dark Lord is dead, has been for decades, you know there are deatheaters still out there right?"

"Of course! I still get offered to join those retards." Draco answered annoyed. " But it was only Blaise, Crabbe, and me in the pub. And they lost their marks the same day as me, when Voldemort was killed. Something about not being faithful enough or something like that, only those who were 'Faithful' kept theirs. Don't get me wrong we had lost our faith that horrid day, but we thought we were going to be killed, by those who were 'faithful'. Anyway they wouldn't have done this to me. I am completely lost."

"That's okay, I thought you might be. That's why I come with answers for you. You say you three were the only ones in the pub. Can you tell me how long you had planned to meet with them?" asked the man. He had uncontrollable black hair, and black round glasses. He looked remarkably like...

'Potter.' Draco thought with a frown on his face. "Why are you asking me? I thought you had all the answers." Draco snapped as though her were talking to Harry.

The man frowned and said, "well nobody is perfect are they? Now if you please, this is the last piece to the puzzle. How long were you going to meet with them?"

Draco tried to think for a minute, he finally remembered the conversation through the fireplace. He began to tell the story.

/Flashback/

"Blaise? Oh hello Crabbe, is Blaise in? Draco asked. Blaise and Crabbe had been roommates since they got out of Hogwarts. Draco thought this bizarre seeming as they were now... well old.

"Oh yeah, I'll go get him. Just a sec, mate." Crabbe said as he left the room, leaving Draco by himself in the fire.

Draco waited a good five minutes until he heard a 'POP' and another 'POP' and then two thuds, one louder than the other. I was as though two bodies had just dropped to the floor, and Crabbe was a good bit heavier than Blaise. However just two minutes late Crabbe and Blaise came out with smirks on their faces.

"What took you guys so long? And what the bloody hell were you doing?" bellowed Draco through the fire.

The two had worried faces on now. They soon said, "Garden gnome in the kitchen. Nasty little buggers."

"Well I was just going to ask if you wanted to come and hang out at Marty's Pub in Piccadilly Circus." Draco asked as though he suspected something.

"Sure." Crabbe said.

"We were just about to contact you as a matter of fact." Blaise said confidently. Just then Crabbe whispered something in his ear, and Blaise said, "Oh yeah, we only have about an hour though, will that do?"

"Wait a minute why would you come and contact me if you only had an hour to spare?" Draco asked.

"Well while we were in the other room, we got a message by owl and it was a reminder that we have to meet some people at the ministry." Blaise said nervously.

"I thought you said you were distracted by a garden gnome."

"That too." Crabbe chimed in.

"Whatever, an hour is plenty of time for a couple of butterbeers, maybe even a firewhiskey." Draco said as his head disappeared from the fire.

/End Flashback/

"Stop right there Mr. Mal-Draco. That's all I need to hear." The man said smiling. "It seems as though you have been a part of the deatheaters cunning plan. To do what, we are not sure yet. However, we now know that they have simply been using none other than the polyjuice potion."

"The polyjuice potion?" Draco questioned.

"Well if I'm not mistaken, you hear two pops. That would have been the deatheaters apparating to your mates house. Then you heard two thuds, your friends most likely being petrified so the potion could be finished with a hair from each. And lastly, they only had an hour to have drinks. And everybody knows that the polyjuice potion only lasts for about an hour." He smiled.

"I see. What are you smiling about? I don't see anything funny about me being in a coma!"

"No, no, of course not." Said the man continuing to smile, and even laugh a little bit.

"Than what is so funny?"

"Nothing, it's just I thought he was joking. I never expected him to actually be right."

"About what?" Draco snapped.

"Your stupidity." He said bursting into laughter. "I never expected a Malfoy to be stupid. You can't even put your own coma together!"

"What? My stupidity?" Draco asked enraged. The man nodded. "And who may I asked is calling me stupid?"

"My son."

"And who is your son?"

"Harry Potter." The man said plainly but still with a giant smile on his face.

Right so there is the next chapter. I hope you like it! Please read and review! Much love. Dominique