Feel my Fangs
Chapter 14 – Spawn of Malfoy
Harry walked in the streets of Diagon Alley. The streets were crowded but everyone moved as if they were in a great hurry. In these times of oppression, it was best not to linger to long in the street.
Amidst the crowd of people a cloaked blond slowly swaggered his way to where Harry was standing.
"Did you really think that I wouldn't recognize you after ten years, Potter," the nasal voice of Draco Malfoy made its way to Harry's ears. "You haven't changed at all. Still short and with that mop of a hair."
Harry bristled in indignation and would have lashed out at Malfoy and reduced the little ferret into pulp had it not been for his own curiosity.
"Malfoy," Harry greeted through gritted teeth. "Tell me why I shouldn't just eat you right here and now?"
"Because you and I are the only two not simpering in fear of the big bad ministry," Malfoy said.
"You bought your way out."
"And so I did," Malfoy shrugged. "You don't scare me, Potter."
"I've been considered dead for the last ten years," Harry finally said, as Malfoy wasn't going to get into the subject on his own. "I'm also dangerous."
"The famous wizard-vampire," Malfoy sneered, surprising Harry with his knowledge of Harry's nature. "I have access to Ministry files the ministry doesn't even know about."
"You knew my location?"
"I'm the one who provided the Looney girl with it," Malfoy said.
"Why would you of all people help me?"
"So the Dark Lord can kill you himself," Malfoy replied. "Well, I passed on the message."
Harry frowned. He startled when a small figure appeared behind Malfoy.
"Potter, meet the Boy," Malfoy drawled, pointing at the small, blond, nine-year-old standing behind him. "He's family."
"The Boy?" Harry lifted an eyebrow. "What's his name?"
"Father has refused any attempts to name him. As such, he is the Boy for now," Malfoy said, throwing a mixed look of contempt and pity at his younger brother.
"Does this have to do anything with your mother's excursions into other people's bed?" Harry asked cautiously.
"That's my mother's business, Potter," Malfoy sneered. "If you must know, the Boy is indeed my half brother. A bastard of the worst kind because my Father cannot throw him out without damaging the Malfoy name."
The Boy hardly blinked as he listened to Malfoy spout the ugly truth of his birth and his miserable childhood. He was used to it after all.
"Well since you're here, Potter, do me a favour and look after the brat," Malfoy said. "I have some errands to do and I'm sick of having him trail me like a puppy. People might think we're related."
"You are related," Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine, leave him with me."
Harry and the Boy watched as Malfoy quickly walked into Knockturn Alley, glancing around him as if he suspected someone to stop him.
"Isn't he even a little bit worried that he just left his brother with a infamous vampire with a murderous streak?" Harry asked the Boy.
"I think that's the idea: to get me killed," the Boy said, with a touch of bitterness beyond his physical years.
"You're still his half-brother from his mother's side."
"I'm also a half-blood. Mother consorted with a muggleborn dancer. Lucius was livid when he discovered. When he's in a good mood, he calls me Narcissa's indiscretion or ignores me, but when he's not…" The boy shuddered.
Harry bent down to look at the Boy in the eyes and thinking how similar their upbringing was.
"Are the Malfoy's really still working with Voldemort?" Harry finally asked. "I thought Voldemort had disappeared."
"Or so the public thinks," the Boy said, as if it were obvious. "My family are still in touch with the Dark Lord. In fact you should strike now as Voldemort is at his weakest."
"Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked.
"Because if you kill Voldemort than I'll have an easier time to get rid of certain members of my esteemed family," the Boy said.
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Do you know that it is I who messed up the potion that Lucius gave to your Mother in order to stop her affairs?"
"No."
"I'm sorry, if I hadn't tempered with that potion so long ago, you would not have to go through your life like this one," Harry said to the Boy in a sincere apology. "Know that you saved your biological father from being castrated at the least."
"And I might never have been born," the Boy replied. "It doesn't matter, I have long stopped to try to put blame on the people that brought me into this world."
"You're blaming yourself now?"
"No, I'm surviving," the Boy said. "I'll get my revenge when the time comes."
"I hear you."
"My life is a curse but only so long as Lucius is alive," the Boy murmured to Harry, his eyes flashing. "Just remember that you owe me one for partly being the cause of my miserable life. That's all I ask of you."
"I will do anything that is in my power," Harry promised.
"Very well," the Boy said in frigid tones that showed the fact that he had to grow up early. "I will contact you when I will be in need of your services."
"I thought I was supposed to watch over you until Malfoy gets back."
The Boy snorted. "He won't be back. He's hoping that you'll eat me or something similar."
"They're really trying to assassinate you?" Harry's said.
"Yes, in a sense, because if neither Lucius or Draco are there to claim the title of Malfoy, I get it by default. As such, I'm a liability and a threat."
"I see, that clears up a lot of things," Harry said. "Well I'll continue my tour of Diagon Alley. You may contact me by owl. Goodbye, Black, and watch your back."
"Black?"
"Because if you can't take the name Malfoy, you are entitled to the name of the noble and pure family of Black on your mother's side."
"Thank you, Harry Potter," the Boy smiled slightly, as he headed down the street to look for his older brother.
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Harry discreetly slipped into the phone booth that would lead him into the centre of the Ministry of Magic. It wasn't long before he was standing in the middle of the Atrium, the tag of "Mr Potty – Plumber" displayed on his nametag.
The Ministry secretary, thinking someone has sent for a plumber directed him to the sixth-floor washrooms. The pipes hadn't been repaired since Fudge's stint as Minister of Magic. It was rumoured that Fudge might have left some of his namesake behind when he had been thrown out of the Ministry.
Harry opened the door to the infamous washroom and fainted from the noxious gas accumulated from years of fermenting shit. The door shut closed behind him. The Ministry secretary had resumed toenail painting and had completely forgotten the plumber. No one had used the washroom in years and as such, no one realized that there was someone on the other side of the door.
Harry Potter died in the midst of the toxic fumes.
Voldemort made his comeback not long after and took over the Ministry. As he explored the sixth floor, he walked into the toxified washroom and also fell prey to Fudge's legacy.
Lucius Malfoy and Draco Malfoy discovered the two bodies and planned their next move while lighting a smoke. The whole building exploded. The Boy inherited all Malfoy assets.
Peace was in the wizarding world again all thanks to Fudge and his bowel problems.
The End