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15 years later

Julie Blanc stopped in large white door and knocked it softly. "Ma Chere Clarrise, vous avez finir?"(1) She chipped. "Lucius est la, Ma Jolie."(2)

"Oui, Maman. J'y vais."(3) Replied a soft feminine voice from inside the room.

Not long after that, those wide door opened and Julie smiled to the figure with long silk dark hair in front of her. She hugged the smaller frame and patted the black hair softly.

"Allez! Il t'attend."(4) Julie said as she tucked her shoulder length blond hair behind her hair.

Meanwhile, Lucius Malfoy sat cozily on black leather couch with the host, Phillippe Blanc. Both of them had serious expression on their face.

"He's back, Phil." Said Lucius. " I have to bring her back to British."

Right after he said that, two woman entered the room. The younger one approached Lucius and by time she stood before him, Lucius offered her a small hug of affection, which she replied warmly.

"Morning, uncle Luce." She said with glee.

"Morning Clarrise." Lucius said and turned his head to face Phillippe. The 14 nearly15 year old girl followed Lucius' move. She smiled to the sour look her 'father' gave her.

"Oh Father,…you know that I can't help it." She said soothingly. "With His comeback…I should go to where I should be, you know that. But I love you and mother no less if no more."

Phillippe scooped her in a big hug. " My baby girl.." he said before kissed her forehead. "Be careful dear, We love you."

Clarrissa nodded and she went to her mother and hug her too. " Mother, I love you."

"Me too, sweetheart, me too." She whispered. After the hugs and little tears, Clarissa took her uncle hand and disapparated.

Once they were in Malfoy Manor. They were greeted by the sight of Draco and Narcissa. Draco hug Clarissa and asked, " You'll go to Hogwart, right Claire?"

It was Lucius who answered it , " Yes Draco, with you and her half."

British, Grimmauld Place.

Harry was pissed, it had been two weeks since his first day in Grimmauld Place, but none of the Weasleys had talk to him properly. Mostly only nods, shakes, shrieks, or mutters he received whenever he started the conversation. Harry had just have enough, until one day he completely ignored them back. The ones who talked to him now were Hermione, Sirius, Hedwig, and, sometimes, Remus.

Harry knew why the Weasleys avoided him. According to Hermione they were afraid of Harry, they were afraid that his connections with Voldemort had became stronger and it would turn him dark. Molly Weasley mostly afraid that Harry will put her children in a great danger which death would be dealt in it.

After Harry heard it from the sad and disbelief Hermione for the first time, it made him very upset and a bit angry. Don't they trust me! He thought. Hermione and Sirius had tried their best to comfort him, and Harry was thankful for that. At least, he still felt that someone really cared about him, not as the-boy-who-lived, but as Harry.

Hermione was beyond furious when she knew the reason why Ron ignored his best mate. She couldn't understand why someone could really be dense and controlled by their parents, mostly mother, opinion. She liked Harry and cared for him deeply. She knew that Harry had hurt enough by his muggle relatives' attitudes toward him, so she couldn't buy any rubbish of reasons that Ron gave her about the abnormalities of Harry. He was too kind and gentle to be someone like that, she argued.

There were times when she tried to knock some sense to Ron's red and stubborn head about Harry being his best mate, but anytime she did that Mrs. Weasley would sent her glare sharply at her, or scowled and told her to go away. She sighed deeply and wondered where has gone the Ron she knew and loved.

Harry had already closed his heavy eyes and started to head to his realm of escapes, his dreams, when he heard a soft voices whispered right in his ear. His eyes fluttered open slowly and a figure before him offered him his glasses. He took it and quickly used it. What he saw after that made him smile widely.

He saw Hermione sat on the edge of his bed while carried a birthday cake with his name on it, Sirius and Remus sat on chairs beside his bed.

"Happy Birthday, Harry!" they cheered in unison.

Hermione shoved the cake in front of Harry's nose. "Come on Harry, make your wish." She whispered.

Harry closed his eyes and made a silent pray that he will never be alone anymore. He then watched the candles on the cake and blew it off softly.

"Happy birthday my Godson," Sirius said while hugging him. Shortly, Remus hug him too, "Wish you all the happiness, kiddo."

Harry hug them both, tears were flowing freely from his eyes. Hermione sniffed from his side, and soon after she placed the cake on the bed, she crushed her body to the trio. "Oh, Harry… we love you, happy birthday dear."

"Thanks Siri, Remus, Hermione…. This means a lot to me," he said with a hoarse voice.

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"Clarrisse darling, are you done yet?" (1)

"Lucius is here dear." (2)

"Yes Mother, I'll be there."(3)

"Come dear, he must've been waiting for you."(4)