Chapter 17 - Family Reunion

Nobody's POV (Malfoy Manor)

"Lucius, what do you think Harry meant about... Dumbledore?" Narcissa asked her husband, uncertain. She was becoming more and more aware of how manipulative the old man was and what Harry said at breakfast, wasn't good news at all.

"I think we need to get that boy as far from Albus as possible," Lucius said, sternly. He never did like Dumbledore, he only put up with him because he was such a huge figure to the world. Narcissa sighed.

"How do we do that, though? Harry said he had been living in the Leaky Cauldron for the last few years, but why wouldn't the Goblins want Dumbledore to know?!" She didn't want to think he was a 'bad guy' but it was certainly seeming that way to her. Lucius thought very carefully.

"Dumbledore would want 'the boy who lived' to be away from this world, you know that's what he said, dear... but, that must mean Dumbledore has a plan for the boy," By now, Lucius was talking to himself more than his wife. "Severus said Dumbledore looked particularly angry when Harry was sorted into Ravenclaw and not Gryffindor, he said to Severus about... no, he wouldn't," His eyes widened in shock, realising the plan Dumbledore had set for Harry. Narcissa looked to her husband, confused. She could feel how angry he was and that, was something in itself.

(Paris)

"Point me, Dudley Dursley" Harry whispered, trying to keep his wand hidden from the tourists. Drake was to the right, walking with a protective air around Harry as they walked through the streets of Paris. Draco looked at the city in awe, he had always wanted to go traveling, but he was never old enough to do it alone.

They finally got to a small cobbled street, out of the way and about one kilometer away from the busy city. It looked particularly similar to the house at Privet Drive, but that didn't matter to Harry right now.

"Drake, he is at house number 7" As they both looked at the house, they saw the lounge, which had lights on, Dudley and Vernon were watching muggle TV. Harry looked over to see if he could find Petunia and smiled when he saw her in the study, reading a book.

"This is it, Haz, you ready?" Draco asked, holding Harry's hand. Harry nodded, great ful for his best friend's support as they walked up the steps to the house. It was a perfect replica of an old french home, they had shutters too. Harry knocked on the door three times, while holding his breath in suspense. The door opened to Petunia, she hadn't changed at all in the four years but maybe had the odd grey hair.

She gasped, tears started falling down her cheeks. It had been a long time since she heard from Harry and a day didn't go by without her thinking of him. She looked at the eleven year old, who looked completely different. His hair was gelled back nicely, he was wearing black jeans and a Ravenclaw sweater. She then looked to his right, a boy was standing there, she could tell he felt slightly out of place. He had blonde hair, grey eyes and was wearing pretty much the same thing, apart from a green sweater with a black robe.

"H-Harry?" She stuttered, trying to hide her joy from seeing her nephew. He nodded, trying not to cry himself.

"Petunia, who's at the door?" Vernon shouted, turning off the tv. She smiled fondly at Harry, keeping silent as Vernon and Dudley walked to the entrance of their house. Dudley recognized Ry at once and ran up to him, hugging him tightly, missing the glare he got from Draco when the boy thought Harry's cousin was hugging him a tad too long.

"You got my letter, then?" Dudley asked as he let go, Harry nodded.

"Yes, well done by the way, if anyone intercepted that letter, they wouldn't have found anything," Harry said smugly. Dudley frowned in confusion.

"Why would anyone read your letters? That's private!"

"Tell that to Dumbledore," Draco said darkly, speaking for the first time. Harry rolled his eyes and grinned, realising he hadn't introduced Draco to his family.

"Petunia, Vernon, Dudders," He addressed them all formally before continuing, "This is my b-best friend Draco Malfoy" Harry gulped and swore to himself internally. He was about to say boyfriend for christ sake! Shaking away his thoughts and the light blush on his face, Harry looked to the ground, focusing on a snail sitting on one of the plants infront of the house. Harry named it Dragon, just to distract himself from the embarrassment.

"Pleasure to meet you Mr and Mrs Dursley and Dudley" He said polietly. Petunia looked at the two boys in turn, neither of them were looking at each other, both were blushing. She then realised that they were holding hands, so she smirked. It's time to play match maker she thought as she said,

"Please, just call me Petunia and my husband Vernon. Do come in, it must be cold out there,"

They all sat down comfortabley in the lounge, with Harry and Draco sat on the sofa, Dudley was sat in his favorite chair, Petunia was standing at the back of the kitchen with Vernon, talking in whispers.

"What will the old fool say if he realises that Harry is here?" She asked, concerned. Vernon shrugged, not really knowing what to think about the situation. He was never that close with Harry anyway.

"I don't know, why don't you ask Ryd- Harry?" She nodded, tears in her eyes as she turned to face Harry, who was talking to Duldley about... football? Ah, Harry used to support Norwich before he left so he must be asking him how they're doing. Dudders always supported Chelsea, so it was friendly competition between the cousins.

"Harry! There's something you need to know!"

Harry blinked as Petunia finished the story, anger rising. How dare that manipulative old fool put the Imperius curse on my family! Then, a smirk formed on Harry's face, scaring pretty much everyone in the room as a revenge plan formed in his mind.

"So, who wants to teach that old fool a lesson?"

A/N- @ Bellaandbeastlove first sign of the Malfoy's helping Harry, told you they'd be kind to him! Aha! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! :D