Harry's POV
I made it to my room with little to no problems. The house elf was really nice, helping me out.
"Please do not be mad with misses Flower," the house elf said, "She's made conditions better for Mossy and others."
"What do you mean?" I asked the house elf, Mossy I guessed.
"Eversince she heared about what happened to brother Dobby, she protects us," the elf said, "She be nice person."
"I'll take that into consideration," I told the elf, "Now please leave me alone."
"Misses really likes you," the elf said, "Wees can all tell." With that she left the room with a "POP!"
I looked around the room. It looked very nice for a guest room. It had a queen sized bed with Egyptian cotton sheets covering it.
I laid down on the bed and just thought for the entire night, even though, it was now closer to morning.
I sighed as I closed my eyes, but all I could see was Lily. No matter how many times I tried to shake my head of her image, I couldn't, so I started thinking about the stories I heard tonight.
Was that really Lord Voldemort? He looked so different than he did last year in the Ministry of Magic. He looked like a normal person with hair, nose, and actually tan skin. His eyes were still red though now that I thought about it.
There were just so many questions going through my head, and I guess I fell asleep without knowing it. The next thing I knew, Draco Malfoy was in my room, beating me with a down pillow.
"Wake up Potter! If Lily can wake up before 7, you can too!" He kept hitting me with the pillow when I noticed something.
"Are you still in your pajamas?" I asked.
"It's Sunday," he said, "Lily made a rule that we aren't allowed out of our sleeping clothes until noon."
"She has you guys on a short string huh?" I asked.
"For your information Potter," he said.
"Evans," I corrected patiently. Habits are hard to break.
"For your information Evans," he corrected himself, "Since she started this rule this summer, We've all been more relaxed, more happy, and more productive. We can still do our business, but we can't get out of our sleepwear."
"Really?" I asked.
"And while you're here, you have to follow the rules too. Sleep clothes only." With that Malfoy left the room. His sleep clothes, a baggy t-shirt and sleep pants, dragging on the floor. His hair was even messed up from sleep.
I looked around and saw a pair of dark grey pajamas and slippers. They looked to be very expensive and comfortable. I changed into the sleep clothes and smiled. I was right when I thought they were comfortable. They were the most comfortable clothes I've ever worn. I've got to ask if I could keep these.
"Mister Evans, sir," a house elf said, "I is here to take you to breakfast."
"Alright," I said, giving a stretch, "Let's get going." The elf nodded and lead me to the kitchen.
"Hey, can I ask a question?" I asked the house elf.
"You can," the elf said.
"Where is Mrs. Malfoy?" I asked. The woman didn't seem to be anywhere around.
"She be in France with her lover. Master Malfoy and Mistress Malfoy are only married on paper sir. After young master Malfoy was born, they no want anymore babies," the elf answered.
"Ah," I said simply. Made a strange sort of sense. As we walked into the kitchen, I was surprised at how small it was.
"Tis not the official kitchen. This is the family kitchen. Only used on Sundays. Mister Snake and Miss Flower make breakfast for everyone… once they has their coffee," the elf explained.
I looked around the kitchen. First one I saw was the most shocking. Lucius Malfoy, sitting at the table in nothing but his silk, sky blue boxers. His hair was still pulled into a messed up ponytail, and nursing a cup of coffee.
"Morning Potter," he said looking up. His voice was groggy as he greeted me, "I see you found the pajamas Lily left you."
"I did, and I was wondering if I could keep them," I asked, deciding to use my Gryffindor courage.
"Go ahead," Lily said as she brought a large serving plate of bacon. She was wearing a pair of black boxers and a grey tank top, "Uncle Tom said that he didn't need them anymore now that I introduced him to muggle sleep pants. He loves the bagginess."
"That I do," Marvolo said, he wore nothing but said baggy sleep pants, "Good morning Mr. Evans."
"Ev-," I said about to correct him before the words registered in my brain, "Oh… good morning."
Professor Snape came back with a HUGE stack of pancakes he was wearing a white tank top with a pair of boxers. I couldn't help but let my jaw fall. The man was surprisingly muscular. But I guess you'd have to be to be in a war.
"Harrison," Lily said, "If you wish, after breakfast, you may return home. It seems that the dementors have receded, but I would take the floo just to be safe."
She was writing in a book while she spoke. She was eating small bits at a time.
"What are you writing in there?" I asked, "It looks important."
"It is. She's getting my Death Eaters organized. Sacking who needs to be sacked and she will be training those who need it. Draco for example," Tom explained.
Draco spit out his food and looked at the Dark Lord, "Me?!" he asked, "what do I need help on?"
"Tranfiguration, Defense," Snape started.
"Footing, dueling," Tom continued.
"Math, History, all of the above," Lily finished with a smile.
"Talking to the boys you like," Lucius said as a side note. We all looked at him with shock written on our faces, "Of course I know, Draco. You are my son, and I love you no matter who you love."
"Good on you," Lily said with a smile. I looked at her and couldn't help but see the beauty she had. I knew at this time, even with her past and her darkness, I loved her. She was my one and only.
What was I going to do now?
I got back home safely, and I started to think seriously. I liked Lily, a lot, but I just didn't think I could get passed the fact that she was Snape's daughter or that she was Voldemort's goddaughter!
I thought over the stories that I heard the night before, but I couldn't weed out the lies.
After about three days of thinking about it… I knew this was going to hurt her, but I had to stop seeing Lily Crimson.
