Voldemort strode towards the guest wing in Malfoy manor to check on his new guest-more like Malfoy's new guest and his new mystery. It's been a day and half since the wizarding world's saviour was rescued, and he is yet to be awake. Narcissa had come with his full medical history after treating him and to his eternal shock it was 4 fts long, most injuries started from age of three. If anyone had been in place of that boy, no doubt they would have died ages ago. It seems the boy's magic treats him and repairs the damages.

He opened the door and went inside the room. Room is filled with magic pulsating as if they are recharging themselves. It's so much, and dark and intoxicating, not the same as his, yet his equal as prophecy had said. How can someone hide so much power, even when hitted with a cruciatus curse that too his (yes he doesn't hold his power when he curses someone so his curse is worse than anyone, he knows this) is anyone's guess. But if he has so much power why didn't he fight back in the graveyard and even in the department of mystery, he was standing in side, looking at his and bumblebee's fight. Only this person lying in bed can answer, when will he wake up. Lord Voldemort can't sit peacefully with mysteries hanging over his head.

If only Harry Potter had joined his side when he had asked in first year, he would have personally trained him, would have made him someone from whom everyone would have feared, diamond of his supposed crown. Hmm may be not.. as he is his prophesied enemy and his first instinct would have to erase any obstacle in his road. And his experience also says that Harry Potter wouldn't have bowed to him, he wouldn't have accepted him as his master no matter what, he is too headstrong for that. That is something he actually admires and respects (no matter how he hates it or says the opposite)-as everyone around him either cower around him or builds bridges of his praise so someone this headstrong was breath of fresh air which was earlier polluted by boy's lack of power and show of pure gryffindor bravery (recklessness and fighting without plan) but it seems that's not the case now. So he thinks fighting with Harry Potter (or more like him cursing and Potter defending himself) is always fun and those emerald eyes brighten up with challenge (and look the same as his favorite curse) whenever they face each other are always a bonus.

The boy was lying on the center of the king size bed under a blue duvet, looking so innocent. Closed eyes are fanning with dark, long eyelashes, hiding those fiery eyes that have capability to let anyone drown in them. Sunlight falling on his face is making his creamy skin glow and Merlin, those red sheen on the long wavy dark hair is looking like burning fire. With plum red lips, high cheekbones and creamy blemish free skin Harry Potter looks gorgeous. Don't get him wrong, Harry Potter was always easy on the eyes even with that atrocious messy hair but this guy lying is pure sin.

Who can think this innocent angelic looking person can have secrets or have a dark past. Or who'd have thought that the saviour of light is abused. But Voldemort himself had seen in that memory how Potter's uncle-that fat walrus shouldn't be considered as human- reacted. Who had thought leaving a wizard with those wretch animal-called muggles- was a good idea. Of course it is- that muggle lover fool Albus Dumbledore. That self righteous, conceited bastard has always thought that he hated those animals because he was dark and arrogant. Well he is arrogant-and he has power and knowledge to back it up so don't judge-he doesn't deny, but there's a reason he hates them. He had lived with them for 17 years, he had seen what destruction they can cause, how bigoted they are and in what length they can go to make everyone 'normal' around them. Authorities of his orphanage had exocrise him twice, and he can swear on his magic that it was the most traumatic experience for him. But they didn't stop there, they were going to send him to a mental hospital, like a common demented person. Hogwarts invitation was the biggest blessing that he still is thankful for.

But has Albus Dumbledore experienced any of it? Voldemort can bet that he didn't even live in the muggle world for more than a week. But he does spouts how muggles are great and the Wizarding world should accept them and their culture. Always refuses when someone asks for help against those animals.

So it isn't unbelievable that he had ignored another plea. But what seemed implausible is that his light savior has followed his great Dumbledore. How can someone suffer-and Potter's medical history can attest he had suffered-can favored them. Does he even do it? Brief time inside Potter's mind, he had realized that he didn't know Harry Potter that well. He used to think he knew the boy-reckless, impulsive and someone who wears emotion on his sleeve-but that boy inside the mind was different. 'It'll take only one curse and prophecy would fulfill' Voldemort thought suddenly. Shame he can't do that, he has some morals (he just doesn't like killing anyone unconscious or in sleep as he can't see the fear in their eyes before light leaves them) and he wants to know about the rest of the prophecy. Also he wants to see how this Harry Potter with a different look(quite bewitching) is different from that gryffindor golden boy.

He is yet to come out of his unconsciousness, Narcissa did say it'd take 2-3 days to recover all the injuries and his magic, but voldemort is impatient and well Potter usually doesn't follow rules . So he came to check for any progress. Seems he has to wait, he thought and casted a monitoring charm to inform him when his mystery would awake and left.

3...3

'Who the fuck has put sun inside my room', Harry groaned and waved his hand to dimmed it. He felt himself lying on the softest mattress like some clouds and was quite warm, it is better than even his Hogwarts bed. He is feeling comfortable without any ache and well rested and that thought made his eyes open up wide. Without any ache, how's that possible? This summer Dursleys were at their worst (which is saying something as they are always worst). He blinked at the dark blue ceiling and got up, thinking about the last thing he remembered. He looked around to see he was in a large room, decorated with various shades of blue and beige. Where is he? Memories flooded inside his mind from his sickness, he murdering his 'uncle', Dumbledore's treachery, the 'mindtalk' with Voldemort and his deal with Voldemort. What happened after that he put some pressure to remember. He hadn't believed that Voldemort would come, he guessed, and he tried to get rid of that cuff himself. Did he manage to get rid of it, last he remembered as he injured his hand for blood to flow then everything is foggy. He looked at his wrist for the cuff to see it isn't there now and his magic is feeling quite free. His hands are also healed. Did he succeeded but that doesn't explain this unfamiliar place. Oh my Morgana, did Voldemort come? Is he captured by the dark lord? He thought, panicking slightly, but this doesn't look like jail, what had happened. His musing halted when the door opened and a lady came.

"Finally you are awake Mr Potter?" the lady with blond hair asked. Harry looked at her intensely for a few seconds to remember if he knew this lady.

"You're Malfoy's mum," he blurted out without thinking.

The lady raised her delicate eyebrow and drawled "Indeed" making Harry sheepish.

"Sorry, my Lady, I have only seen you once and that was the quidditch cup with Malfoys," he said, a little abashed yet with a very charming smile (at least that's what his girl friends thinks). That made the lady both eyebrows rise.

"And there I thought you inherited only from Potters," she said, removing her wand that made Harry straighter. "I am not about to attack you young man. I'm checking how fruitful my work is,"

"Your work," Harry asked, confused.

"Yes, who do you think healed you," Lady Malfoy answered sniffly as it is the most obvious thing in the world.

"You healed me, why? And how did I get here?" Now Harry is more baffled, why would his supposed arch enemy's mother heal him.

"And here I thought you are not as stupid as you show," a hissing drawl came from the door, making both the lady and Harry look there. The snake face man marched inside bellowing his black robe behind him. Harry's eye went a little wide, arm absently went to his scar which for unknown reason is not hurting a bit.

"I have shut my shields strongly. I can't have you hurt and unable to answer my question, now can I?" Voldemort answered the unasked question, he's cute with this baffled expression, Voldemort thought with amusement.

"So you did come and I suppose I am in…… Malfoy manor," Harry said, a little bewildered.

"You say as if you didn't trust me to come," for some reason that almost sounded like purring to Harry which wasn't a pleasant thought given that it is coming from snake face and white translucent body.

"You never gave me any reason to trust you," Harry scoffed.

"And your great Dumbledore did," Voldemort instigated, smirking which looks quite creepy in that snake face if someone asks Harry.

"He is not my Dumbledore," Harry hissed, glaring at the man. Unknown to him, his eyes lit, like shining emerald fire, which made Voldemort's smirk broaden.

"not after his latest exploits I guess," he replied, amusement lacing in his voice indicating he was enjoying it. Green glare intensified, also the magical pressure of the room.

"What do you want," Harry said with emphasis on every word.

"Did you forget our little deal," the white skinned man said mockingly.

Harry concentrated on the words of his deal for a few seconds then said "swear the oath first" he said brightly.

"Prophecy first," Voldemort retorted.

"Didn't I say I don't trust you. What's the guarantee that you won't hurt me after knowing the content of the prophecy," Harry asked.

"What's in it that you're sure that I'd hurt you?" Voldemort asked with raising non-existent eyebrows.

"Like you need it to hurt me before. As for learning that, you have to swear the oath," Harry taunted with the same expression. He kept looking at Voldemort expecting till Voldemort growled.

Narcissa was looking at the intense clash between red eyes and emerald eyes, now she understood what Lucius meant when he said these two ignore the whole world when confronting each other as if no other thing matters than the other. If she didn't know better she'd thought that her lord had forgotten that she is also standing there. She thought if they had this chemistry when they hated each other, what kind of spark they'd have if they'd somehow get together. She banishes the thought, it's highly unlikely that they would, then she thought this also is the most unlikely situation that no one has ever thought. So she can entertain herself with this powerful couple to be together, she thought inwardly smirking at the thought of the future.

"I Lord Voldemort," "Hem-hem" Harry cleared his throat in similar manner that his last DADA professor used to do and looking at him nemesis "also known as Tom Morvolo Riddle," Voldemort glared at his nemesis but continued "swear on my honor" "hem-hem" again the sound interrupted, " and magic to provide my protection to Harry Potter till he make Dumbledore to get out of my way," Voldemort swore then looked at Harry expectedly. Harry huffed but took his own oath "I Harry James Potter-Black declare in my honor and magic a temporary truce with Tom Morvolo Riddle also known as Lord Voldemort. I won't harm him in any way unless for defending myself and my friends. I accept his protection till we defeat our common enemy,"

"Now prophecy," Voldemort asked, highly impatiently.

"Are you sure you wanna know in the presence of company," he said, directing towards the lady who was standing beside them, ignored completely.

If Lady Malfoy got unsettled by sudden attention on her by both of the (admittedly very powerful men) she didn't let it show.

"Ah, Narcissa, what are you doing here," Voldemort asked neutrally.

"I have come to check my patient's health, my lord," she answered, emphasizing on the 'patient' for telling subtly that she won't let them disregard her patient's health. After all she is a healer and her lord knows how serious she is about it.

"Be quick," her lord ordered, not wasting his time in an already lost argument.

Narcissa waved her wand over Harry and a parchment appeared from thin air. "Your body is fine, all injuries have been healed and bones have aligned properly. You are a little malnourished, so don't miss any meal," she said with narrowed eyes. "Your hand injury had made you lose a lot of blood but it has replenished properly but it has scarred," she looked at him to answer the unasked question that how did he get it.

"I cutted my hand with the edge of the bed," Harry said, sheepishly

"Why would you do that," Narcissa asked horrified but Harry's attention was on the snake-face man who was looking at him curiously.

"Well that cuff was not removed by any means and blood is a good lubricant. I thought it'd help," Harry said, shrugging.

"You know that was a magical cuff," Voldemort said, exasperated

"Yes, I know but usually wixen lack common sense and ignore any muggle way. But it seems Dumbledore does have" Harry said like he is talking about weather and not underhandedly degrading pureblood in front of two blood-purists.

"Be that as it may be, it was quite dumb as you have lost so much blood that it took 3 vials of blood replenishing potion," Narcissa said sternly, in some way she was reminded Harry mixture of McGonagall and Mrs Weasley.

"Put this salve on your scars, it'll make them fade, except curse one, no matter how old they are," she said, putting a container at the side table. Harry saw her eyes soften while speaking, but he turned his eyes from her face. He hates seeing pity for him in anyone's eyes. No one has ever helped him, no one has the right to pity him. If he had looked for a second more, he would have seen sympathy and protectiveness in those gray-blue eyes.

"Done," Voldemort asked impatiently and she nodded "you are dismissed Narcissa," he ordered with the tone that he expects them to follow or face his wrath. Narcissa bowed and left the room. He turned to his supposed enemy and his current riddle who was in turn looking at him, wariness shining in those eyes with color of his favorite curse but there's also curiosity behind them.

"So now speak Potter before I decide that you are totally useless for me," he said. For some reason Potter had found it funny and he snorted.

"What do you want to know, big bad dark lord," Harry asked cynically.

"Let's start with prophecy,"

"Yeah, origin of all these," Harry muttered bitterly, clearly not meant to be heard by others, but the snake body has its advantages. "hear clearly big bad dark lord," he snarked and started reciting the death sentence bespectacled lady had declared for him

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Voldemort listened to all and looked contemplating for a few minutes, then looked at with a weird expression and asked "What do you think about it."

"What do I think about? Hmm. Glad you asked such an important question so soon," Harry said, and chuckled bitterly "What I think is you two so-called leaders of your secs have brain of a flobberworm. That's what I think. He, the supposed leader of light, when seeing that he losing the war created a weapon out of some shady prophecy given by a drunk prophet and you, the oh-so great wizard decided to go with it, killed my family, destroyed my chance to have a normal happy life, to have a family, and ofcourse get yourself 'killed' in process. When he couldn't fight, he created a weapon and you, with all your supposed intelligence, focused on me, forgetting your own war to have revenge for something that damn sure wasn't done by me, without asking anything that, do I even want to be part of this stupid war. Now you are standing there asking what I think about it, after destroying everything for me," Harry didn't even realize when he started shouting, but he is extremely frustrated. After suffering so much, losing so many people all because one heard that blasted prophecy and made the other listen to it by some elaborate plan (he is 100 and 10% sure Dumbledore knew he someone was listening to him). He never wanted to be part of this stupidity but had someone ask- no, they just thrust him into it, telling him this is his destiny.

"Quite an anger you harbor for us," Voldemort said musing, not even reacting to the scornful tone, even though he hadn't let anyone talk to him like that since he was 8.

"I hate you both from the bottom of my heart," Harry snarked.

"And here I thought you are Dumbledore's golden weapon," Voldemort said decisively.

"I am no one's weapon, I needed protection so I was using him as a shield." Harry said as if it was the most obvious thing.

"like you are using me," Voldemort challenge

"exactly Like I am using you," Harry returned in the same tone.

"Sounds like quite Slytherin," Voldemort said, curling lip slightly.

"you have to do what you have to do," Harry said, shrugging.

"Interesting," Voldemort looked

"Now would you mind terribly, not that I care, if I freshen up I feel like a shit," Harry said, getting out of the bed.

"Not until you tell me everything.," Voldemort said firmly making harry sigh and he mumble "ask" " Now I can understand hate towards me but why do you hate Dumbledore and if you hate him why take his side,"

"Why do I hate Dumbledore…. Because he was the starting point of all the shitty things in my life. You know he left me outside the door of my bitch aunt on a cold winter night of November. He appointed himself as my magical guardian. He paid money to dursley using my accounts. He appointed a spy in the colony who was supposed to keep an eye on me, that means he was perfectly aware of things I have to suffer there but didn't do anything. He sent Hagrid to introduce me to the magical world knowing fully well Hagrid is not apt in giving knowledge, but he is perfect for singing praise of Dumbledore and making a 11 year old believe that the man is infallible. It would have probably worked if I wasn't good at manipulation myself. He hid any information about my inheritance and made sure I wouldn't get it. He tried to manipulate my whole life just so he could control me. Now, Are you surprised I hate him?" Harry finished his harangue with a question.

"Not at all. But I won't say I am not surprised that you understand his manipulation," Voldemort mused.

"I wouldn't have if I was like a normal child but as I have shown earlier my 'family' had made me learn any and everything to survive," harry said so casually as if talking about weather that made Voldemort think what more this guy's family had done to be so good at deception, surprisingly or may be unsurprisingly thought of any other person making his prophesied enemy suffer want him throttle his so called family. Only he can make Harry Potter suffer.

"hmm So why support Dumbledore," Voldemort asked, changing the topic to divert his mind.

"Because he is my magical guardian. He holds all power over my inheritance and wizengamot seats until I turn 17. He can easily strip them from me being chief warlock and my guardian. I have to think something soon because he will definitely do it. If only this inheritance thing waits for a year longer," Harry said muttering the last part, losing in his thoughts a little.

"You know magical inheritance make one legally adult right," Voldemort said

"They do?"

"Yeah, it's an ancient law, that makes you declare adult as magical or creature inheritance means your magic has fully matured," Voldemort explained in very teacher like manner, 'He could be a great teacher' Harry thought.

"But he still holds my seats, and I can't go take them publically. I have to tread very carefully or that old goat will set his hoof over it," Harry said thinking about it, but no thoughts came as if his brain is yet to start itself, a long shower is a necessity he mused.

"Now are all your questions finished," he asked, getting out of bed. He looked himself to see he was wearing some unknown cloths, must be of Malfoy's Harry thought judging by the quality

"You have yet to tell me about how you know the chamber," Voldemort stopped him. That made Harry smirk

"Ah, why don't you ask your Lord Malfoy, I'm sure he would have better answer,"

"He did and suffered the result. Now tell me what happened to the diary. How you destroyed it," Voldemort demanded.

"What's the hurry dear Dark Lord, I am here, you too are here. Let's leave some topics to future conversations," Harry said smirking and before Voldemort could reply, he left.

3...3

Harry went to the bathroom after managing to remove the dark lord from his room, with the motive of taking a long bath. Baths are considered luxury for him with dursley so whenever he got a chance he always submerged himself in the tub- preferably with soothing scents. There are so many things running through his mind and he always thinks that the bathtub is one of the best places to think. Malfoy's bathroom is bigger than his bedroom-which isn't surprising at all- and is decorated with midnight blue tiles. There's a big bathtub- half the size of the bathtub in the prefect's bathroom- with five taps attached to it. Tub is already filled- definitely elves work- so he removed his nightwear and submerged himself in that perfect temperature water.

As his body relaxes his mind replays everything that has happened since his birthday. 'So Voldemort did come and now I am under his protection which is the most bizarre thing that happened to me' he didn't know how he should react. On one hand Voldemort has saved his life but on the other hand he's responsible for a lot of pain. But he is not worried about what to feel, he is worried and almost afraid of the probable reaction of his friends. What will they think? Neville lost his parents in the most painful way and Susan, she lost her entire family except her aunt. Will they think him as a traitor and think he's not worth their support? Will they understand or will they support Dumbledore? Okay he's getting ahead, his friends won't support Dumbledore, he is damn sure about it and they may understand his magical inheritance but what about him being with Voldemort. Dark side has taken a lot of family members, some of them are orphans because of Voldemort and his death eaters, so it isn't far-fetched that they get angry at him or may leave him. Would they start to hate him for taking Voldemort's help? They might think he is taking sides which he is not, he will only help to destroy Dumbledore. Dumbledore, how much he hates that old goat, if he could he would have choked him with that white beard of his long time ago for involving him in this mess. He had known that old fucker is not trustable but outright killing him that too with dementer kiss is out of the line.

He will burn old codger's perfect world but he will need his friends. His friends were always with him in all the fights and schemes against him. But he's not sure now, they'll stand by someone who's supporting the same people who had snatched so many family members from them.

He has to talk to them soon no matter how frightened he is about their reactions. He has no doubt that Ron might have eaten food of 6 people and dug the hole in the carpet by pacing, aggravating Hermione with it. He can see from here Hermione's wild mane getting puffed up with tension as he has informed them about his illness last they talked.

"Mistress said they will be waiting for Mr. Guest for lunch," a squeaky voice brought him from his musing. He turned to look and found an elf wearing pillow cover looking at him with his big round green eyes.

"Tilly has placed clothes for the guest in the bed,Does Mr guest requires anything else" the elf continued.

"No, Thank you Tilly, you have been a great help" Harry said which made the elf react like most of the house elf when thanked- she started sobbing and disapparted muttering about what a great mr guest is. At Least it wasn't about how great Harry Potter was.

He cast tempus to learn he is in the bath for more than 45 minutes, so he moved hurriedly and completed it. He went outside to find the said clothes-green robes with black slacks and black shirt, undoubtedly expensive judging by softness of fabric, not his usual style but good for now-laying on the bed. He got ready fast as making hosts of the house wait indicates your awful manner.

He called for Tilly who showed him the way to the dining room excitedly. While musing about his situation he didn't know when they reached the dining hall.

"Master's Lord, master mistress and little master are already there Mr guest," Tilly's squeaky voice made him pay attention.

Entering the grand dining room, which is decorated in white, brown and golden. Ceiling was painted in light golden color with big Chandeliers hanging on them. Walls are painted with white and gold and various paintings are stuck up. A long brownish golden dining table was there at the center, with glass tableware and golden candle stands placed on them. He can completely understand why people praise Malfoy manor. It's truly exquisite.

Currently the said table is occupied by the family of golden hairs sitting with their lord sitting on the head chair, all the faces looking at him with a pureblood face of disinterested invitation- but all the eyes have different things, like pair of red eyes were judging his everything he was doing, two pairs of bluish-gray eye have welcoming look and little confusion in younger one's pair of cold gray eyes have same 'you are like dirt to me and I'm am so much superior'. Oh this is gonna be so much fun.

He went to the lady of the house, ignoring rest for now and took her hand and brushed his lips and said with a charming smile "I apologize for my lack of proper greetings earlier, my lady. And Thank you for hosting me. I hope I'm not too late,"

Light blush hue came in those pale cheeks. "Quite a charmer you are Mr Potter. It's a pleasure to host you and no you are not," narcissa said with a light smile, while harry felt was genuine. This thing is not very frequent, Harry thought judging her husband's little wide eye face. Junior Malfoy was looking as if he is not getting a single thing that was happening (he in fact might not)

"Lord Malfoy," he greeted the man with a sweet sickening tone, raising hand to shake.

"Mr. Potter," blond man replied tersely, "or is it heir Potter" he added when he felt the ring in Harry's hand.

"Heir Potter. Black. Gryffindor," Harry replied, emphasizing every family name. No man better than Lucius understands the power of the surname, "May be Lord title would be better, as your Lord enlightened me, I am after all Lord now," Harry continued, looking at Lord Malfoy with undivided attention, observing every expression. With every word he spoke the pale man went paler and paler to the point he was white as a sheet in the end which Harry thought impossible and cheered himself internally for achieving that.

His attention went to the white scaly skin man whose eye glistening in amusement, truly those eyes are beautiful when they are not glaring at you Harry thought and banished the thought immediately, 'focus Potter' he chided himself then raised his left eyebrow at the Dark lord, which made slight twitch on those pale thin lips and scaly man gestured in to sit beside him. He went to sat on the left hand of the head chair, in front of the Malfoy family who were sitting on the right side.

"What the fuck are you doing Potter," suddenly junior Malfoy shouted, making Harry notice him properly. Malfoy junior was looking at him eye wide as soccer, gaping with not an ounce of famous pureblood mask.

"Draco," Narcissa reprimanded him.

"Well I was gonna start having the meal. Is there anything else the Malfoy family does on the dining table," Harry said smirking. He can't blame the boy for his outburst, after all this whole situation is the most bizarre thing ever happened to him, which is saying something as his life itself is crazy.

"Draco Mr…Lord Potter"Lord Malfoy was saying then added in the way like he's in great pain when he saw harry's raised eyebrows " Black Gryffindor is our guest despite your rivalry, behave yourself,"

"But father, he is Saint Potter, champion of light….."

This all made Harry snort, making all head turned to him

"I'm flattered you think of me as Saint but no I'm not a saint and definitely not any champion of light. And please I'm not immature enough to be your rival Malfoy,"

"Ohh please we have been rival since start,"

"You mean since I rejected your hand." Harry asked with raised eyebrows, making pale cheeks red slightly. He then said calmly "Ohh dear Malfoy you are a snobby, spoilt, naive boy, perfect embodiment of rich, blood purist pureblood from a dark family whose father was accused deatheather. Where do you think I'll find anyone better than you to show how noble Gryffindor who hates anything related to Slytherin and dark magic. Fighting you was the best way to show that I hate dark with all my might and defending light and muggleborns are the motto of my life. Sweet, impulsive, always ready to fight against wrong, how perfect I am, am I not?" Harry finished looking at the man on his side, who was watching all this, whose red eyes watching him as he was seeing the most enthralling thing in the world. There's also a hunger present in those eyes, which made Harry turn his head to Malfoy junior who was sputtering.

"But…" Draco spluttered but stopped when a silky order, so different from hissy high pitched voice from graveyard, came"Mr Malfoy eat, we all are hungry," which silenced everyone.

As Harry returned to food, his mind again wandered to what to do next, he knew he had to contact his friends but he's bloody terrified of their possible reactions. Will they accuse him of being a traitor and leave his side to Dumbledore? There's only way to find out

"Dobby," he called the elf and second later the pink wrinkly skin elf came wearing a pink tea cozy over red sweater and blue socks.

"Great HaB}rry Potter called lowly Dobby, Dobby will do anything for great Harry Potter," the elf exclaimed excitedly, then look around to see where he actually wa s and who are the people present in the room with Harry, and fear yet determined look entered in his eyes "Harry Potter is taken by Dobby's previous master, Dobby will save Noble Harry Potter," he said ready to fight.

"No Dobby," Harry stopped immediately, the eccentric yet loyal to the boot elf before he did anything by putting hand on the bald head of the elf, "Malfoys have graciously invited me as guest," he said. Harry turned

"I apologies lady Malfoy I shouldn't have called Dobby's absently," he said looking at the lady, apologizing to the one Harry found reasonable (well compared to her husband and son) and beside ladies is the real boss of the house (or at least in pureblood household). He ignored the Lord of the house who was looking as if he wanted to rant and curse Harry.

"It's fine Mr Potter. I am not surprised that Dobby is loyal to you being the former Black elf," narcissa said calmly.

"Black elf?" Harry asked, looking between her and Dobby who was looking a little sheepish.

"Yeah, if I remember correctly his family used to serve Aunt Dorea. He came with elves I brought when married"

"That explains the peculiarity," Harry muttered to himself then suddenly turned to Lucius and asked sharply "Hold on, you abused Black elf, I am warning you if you ever abuse anything that is Black, you won't lose some businesses, you'd lose chance to see Malfoy family future,"

Lord Malfoy went from pale to white as a sheet then red "that was you..but h-how…." he spluttered but Harry ignored him and turned to the elf.

"Dobby, I have work for you," Harry said the elf who was looking curiously, but didn't ask anything as he was taught to be good elf

"Dobby will do anything for the great Harry Potter," he said solemnly.

"You have to go to my room at dursley. There would be a journal on the table, and a shrunken trunk under the loose floor bed below the bed. Bring me those. But make sure you do it as discreetly as possible and no one sees you. Do not do any magic apart from popping there or even within a km radius of that house. There would be my wand under the pillow, do not touch it in any way. Let it be there, I'll retrieve it later. I know you are sneaky as hell, so make sure no one detects you. Can you do that for me?"

"Dobby bes doing immediately," Dobby said and popped away.

Harry registered four pairs of eyes on him but ignored and went back to his food.