Chapter Summary: Draco talks about muggle things, Lucius is stunned again, Remus didn't leave any bake goods for anyone. Narcissa has worked out the downfalls of inbreeding and Mrs. Grace now has a rude word box in her house.

Lucius had recovered and now he finds himself in the woman living room. His wife didn't at all seem to care that she was speaking to a mudblood, and his son was speaking about muggle things. He felt a headache coming along. Draco and Harry had stop playing with Clover (as Lucius had learned was the mut name and stayed inside) to have some snacks the mudblood had made.

'So, muggle pictures don't move,' he could hear his son say from the other end of the room.

Both had their own spot, made for children as the Mudblood had told him and had a bunch of bake goods and drinks to help themselves with.

'Yeah and paintings don't move and our chocolate frogs aren't charmed to hop around. I personally think it easily to eat.'

His son unwrapped the disgusting muggle candy in his hands before taking the sugar treat into his mouth and chewing on it.

'Taste the same though, but at least I don't need to spend five seconds trying to catch it.'

Black friend had also visit finding Lucius stunned in the mublood home. Lupin had been the only one worried at the sight of him until Mrs. Grace had waved it off. He was happily drinking a milkshake the old woman had made for him as he sat next to Black.

'I think we should do it.'

'Seriously, you want to contact Snape?'

'I'm not falling for that joke.'

Lupin raised an eyebrow at the man and seemed to have noticed that Lucius was watching them.

'I supposed we should say we're sorry for all the trouble we caused the man. But why do you want to speak to him?'

'He was Lily friend before he said that awful word to her. He should have a part in Harry upbringing to.'

'Right, in case you're forgotten Padfoot. Harry looks a lot like Prongs then he does Lily. I don't think Snape be too happy in seeing a little James running around the place.'

'But he has her eyes and Harry a lot like her to. Honestly, the kid got her anger.'

Lupin rolled his eyes and looked at Lucius again.

'You want some cookies? Willow makes the best.' Lupin offered.

'I rather not have anything made by a mudblood.'

His wife heard him and sent a glare at the man. He felt a little betray she was a Black after all raised to think that purebloods, we're better than anybody else, and let she was chatting with the old woman like they had been friends for years.

'That be one galleon,' mudblood said.

'A what?' Lupin asked.

'One galleon. I'm not going to have that word in this household and if you're going to use it. You are going to put a galleon in the rude word box.'

'Since when do you have a rude word box?' Black asked.

The mudblood stood up and left the room only to come back in with a shoebox in hand.

'Since now. If I hear you saying that word or any other insults while you stay in the muggle world. You will give me one galleon every time.'

Who did this woman think she was bossing him around like this? He was a pureblood and the head of the Malfoy family he did not need this treatment, but she was glaring at him.

'Galleon now.'

'I will not give you my galleons old hag.'

'Lucius.' His wife warned, Black and Lupin were both staring at him and even his son glanced over.

He was hit over the back of his head with her hand.

'You act like a child you will be treated as such. This is my household young man and I don't care who you think you are. This is my house, there for my rules. You can call me that name if I ever step foot in that fancy manor of yours, but not when you are in my house under my roof. If you don't want me to take, your galleons, then don't call me by that fowl name. Understand.'

Lucius glare back he wasn't backing down. If anybody else heard about this his name and family be the laughing stock of the whole wizarding world. Insulted by a mudblood and a by an old hag at that.

'No.'

'Alright then.'

Her wand was out and he heard the stunning spell be casted again. Great.

Mrs. Grace never planned for this to happen.

She also didn't plan for Sirius to move next door or contact the Malfoy family. If anything, she thought the moment that Black had his Godson in his arms her life would go on normally, but nope Harry Potter became her grandson in all, but blood. Which meant she had to deal with anybody else Black contacted with there for she ended up with this lot inside her house. She didn't care who the man was or what he thought he was. She was not going to be disrespected in her own household.

'I'm deeply sorry about my husband,' Narcissa said.

She wasn't fussing over the man like she was last time Mrs. Grace had stunned her. Mrs. Grace was sure her old friend used to say that she cared deeply for her family and for her son, something about willing to lie to an evil wizard named Tom.

'Nonsense dear, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's his words and there for his own behaviour. Now, young Mr. Malfoy no need to worry about your father. He will recover shortly.

'What was that word he was using?' Harry asked.

'You haven't told him?' Narcissa asked.

Sirius made a whistling sound as his eyes looked anywhere but at the women around him, Remus seemed content in drinking his milkshake and almost appeared to hardly noticed the drama around him.

'It's a word most Purebloods use in our world,' Draco explained. 'It means dirty blood.'

'And a very bad word,' Mrs. Grace said. 'That's why I stunned him. I won't have that behaviour around here.'

Draco seemed to pale at her before nodding his head.

'Yes, Mrs. Grace.'

'Don't worry dear you were just taught like that. Both your parents were. Isn't that right Narcissa?'

Mrs. Malfoy nodded her head.

'We tend to think we're better than anybody else due to our bloodlines.'

'Yes, and it's a very toxic way in thinking. Now, the flaws of inbreeding.'

'Oh, not this again,' Sirius whined. 'We've heard about this before.'

'Will I haven't,' Narcissa said. Shooting a frown at Sirius.

Draco and Harry had walked up to the currently stun Malfoy sitting on her living room couch.

'Hey gran can I draw on his face?'

'That's my father,' Draco defended.

'Yeah, but drawing funny pictures on his face be fun. Beside think of it as pay back for insulting my gran.'

She turned to Mrs. Malfoy for permission.

'I supposed it's only fair he did insult you in your own home and all.'

'Alright boys, but don't use the permanent marks. Make sure he can get it off by morning.'

'Thanks gran,' Harry said happily. 'Come on Draco, I show you what muggles had done with ink.'

Off the boys went with Sirius giggling like a school girl, once more Remus hadn't seemed to noticed anything at all more content in eating her homemade bake goods and Mrs. Grace went on to tell Narcissa about the flaws of inbreeding. The side effects that can cause instantly, blocking their own magical power and by the end of her lecture Mrs. Malfoy eyes had widen in shock at the new information.

'We're killing off our own kind. No wonder the magical population isn't as large as it used to be. And, we're just blaming muggles and muggle born's.'

'Yep, that's pretty much it.'

She went to get herself a cookie or two only to noticed the plate was empty. She glared at Sirius, but he pointed at Remus.

'Sorry. I just really like home goods.'

She smiled at him before standing up.

'Alright, you can help me make more.'

'Can I have the bowl?' he asked like Harry normally did.

'Off course you can.'

Mrs. Malfoy had decided to help which was very strange to the Malfoy wife since she was used to having house elves do all the work. Mrs. Grace also thought it was a little odd. Since out all the old pureblood families that seemed open to the idea of muggle lives it would be Mrs. Malfoy, but the wife and mother seemed generally opened to learning new things and by the time all the bake goods had been cooked.

Mr. Malfoy was recovered with a pink drawn on breed the words, Harry was here written over his left cheek and Draco here on his right cheek. Along with the words in light blue written on his forehead saying bully. All while his face was cover in drawings of trees, brooms, owls and his very own lightning bolt scar in bright pink. It would take Mr. Malfoy three long minutes to noticed what had happened to his face. All because Clover was making a sound in her form of dog laughter.

Mr and Mrs Malfoy though did have to go by the end of the day. Mrs. Grace gave them a warning beforehand only she wasn't the one that brought it up. It was Sirius while Harry and Draco were talking on their own.

'Don't tell Dumbledore about this.'

'Really Sirius?' Lucius asked. 'You hiding something from you're pressure light leader.'

Mrs. Grace couldn't take Mr. Malfoy seriously at all not when she noticed the man lighting bolt mark in green ink on his forehead below the word bully.

'He didn't want me to see Harry at all. He's meant to be with Lily older sister and honestly, that woman is the worst. I've seen the way she treats Mrs. Grace.'

The Malfoy looked over to her to see if Sirius was telling the through, she honestly couldn't stop giggling at the brooms lined up on Mr. Malfoy chin.

'Yes,' she said between her giggles.

'You know we could always use this against you. Especially since I had to spend time with a mudblood.'

Remus and Sirius both glared, for once she was not at all insult at the word looking at a little white owl that was drawn closely to Mr. Malfoy nose. She noticed Clover had walked over with an old camera, Mrs. Grace knows that her camera is still in working order and as she stopped her laughing an idea occur. Before the Malfoy noticed there was a quick, she didn't get Mrs. Malfoy in the picture, but she did get Mr. Malfoy.

'If you tell anybody out about Harry living here. Without either Harry or Sirius permission I can always share this with the wizarding world. I wonder what all those pureblood families think when they see Mr. Malfoy with a bunch of kids drawing on his face?'

'You wouldn't,' Mr. Malfoy was deadly close to her.

'I don't know if I should be impressed or intimidated,' Remus said, both Sirius and Mrs. Malfoy nodded.

'I would,' she sang song. 'But of course, you don't need to trust my word for its Mr. Malfoy. Go ahead and tell everybody about where the most famous wizard is and find yourself famous to. Who knows, maybe Harry fame might die down once the wizarding world sees the next thing they could talk about.'

'Fine, we won't tell. Will we Narcissa?' he turned to his wife.

'Off course not dear.'

'Draco were going.' Mrs. Malfoy called out before she went and foo herself back to the manor.

Mr. Malfoy was the first to leave through the fire place.

'And you have to come over to our world someday to see a Quidditch match.'

'I'll think about it.'

Draco seemed content with the answer before he ran to the fireplace and stop.

'Mrs. Grace.'

'Yes, Draco?'

'Are you really going to use that picture to blackmail my father if we tell about Harry Potter being here?'

She nodded her head glaring at the two men behind her whom chuckled at the idea.

'Yes, yes I will. That the same for you Harry has to be kept secret for a while. One day the wizarding world will know, but hopeful Little Harry can look after himself by then.'

'Alright I supposed I understand why he has to stay hidden, but he must come over for a game of Quidditch.'

'Naturally,' she said.

Draco was the last of the Malfoy to foo back to his home.