"Luna, Blaise, thankyou so much for coming!"

"No problem Harry, anytime you know that," Luna gave Harry a kiss on the cheek and Blaise shook his hand, Blaise, beaming gave Draco a hug before asking for an explanation of why they were there.

"You know Llaria would also come and watch the boys for you whenever you need it, she gets lonely since Blaise and I moved out of the Manor."

"She's welcome to visit anytime, I might actually be gone for a few days tracking Lestrange, if you want to call her over too so you guys aren't stuck with the kids.

"We don't mind, Harry, it'll be good practice," Blaise jumped back in the conversation with a wink. Harry's eyes widened and his eyebrows shot to his hairline.

"You mean you're…?"

"Due in November!" Luna exclaimed, Harry leapt forward and gave her a huge hug, then went to shake Blaise's hand.

"Wow Congratulations guys, that's brilliant." Blaise then gave Luna a glance and she nodded back to him.

"We want you and Draco to be godfathers," Blaise announced, Harry's face nearly split in two but Draco jumped.

"We're not together, I'm not gay!"

"Wasn't implying that, Draco, bit defensive are we?" Blaise said to Draco, with laugh. Harry just started laughing, Blaise winked at him.

"I would be honored, Blaise and Luna, thank you," Harry said, kissing Luna on the cheek and giving Blaise a hug.

"Me too," Draco grinned sheepishly.

"I better be off, I just need to grab some stuff," Harry ran upstairs.

"Draco I haven't seen you in weeks, how are you?" Blaise sat on the lounge next to Luna, who had James on her lap and Teddy sitting on her other side, explaining that she was going to have a baby.

"Job I hate, house needs to be bigger, I'm still living with my mother and most of the world hates my guts, you're doing a lot better than me. Though I've been living here with mum for the past couple of weeks."

"I don't hate you Uncle Draco!"

"Thanks James, I know you don't hate me, but there are a lot of other people who do," Draco glared at Blaise who was chuckling.

"Uncle Draco, huh?" Blaise said, "How long have you fancied Harry then?"

Draco just gave Blaise a look, he was being stupid, just like in Hogwarts.

"My dad doesn't hate you, and Uncle Blaise and Aunt Luna and your Mum don't hate you!"

"Ok, ok I get it. I think Aunt Luna was talking to you," Draco chuckled, then outright laughed when James, apparently appalled at his own awful manners turned his attention back to Luna.

"Where's Narcissa?" Blaise asked.

"She is, and you probably won't believe this, upstairs with Sirius."

Blaise's eyes nearly popped out of his head, so Draco began to explain How the painfully shy boy had taken an instant liking to his mother.

Not 10 minuets later, Harry popped back into the drawing room, gave everyone a hug, except Draco and Blaise, who got a handshake and said goodbye.

Draco followed him into the hall and stopped him before he could leave.

"Let me go instead," Draco's said, Harry smiled at him. "Please, no one will miss me-"

"I would, Draco," Harry said, "and I'm coming back. Stop worrying."

"But-" Draco began.

"I understand why you're so frightened. I know what happened to Narcissa, I was there, remember Draco, I'm not afraid of her, and I'll come back," Draco's breath hitched as Harry touched his cheek and lent forward and gently kissed him goodbye.

Then Draco was left alone in the hallway.

He was so shocked he swore he imagined that kiss, but when he turned to see a laughing Blaise Zabini, he knew it had happened.

"Anyone could have seen that coming a million miles away," Blaise said, "you two have always had a thing for each other."

"What are you talking about, Zabini?" Draco snapped.

"You remember seventh year, don't you Malfoy?" Blaise smiled as he turned to run up the stairs. "Million miles away!" He called. Draco rolled his eyes and stomped up to his bedroom.

2nd September 1997

Harry had spent most of last night talking to Neville about exactly what they were doing. The hardest but most rewarding part of that conversation was that Neville finally knew why his parents were in hospital. Why they had been tortured to insanity, and it gave the usually shy boy a burning desire to re-take Hogwarts.

Harry volunteered to go to their very first Dark Arts lesson, he was expected to keep up the facade of his being a student. Ron had elected to skip it, but Hermione was there too. They were waiting outside the room for Professor He-Carrow.

"So there's seven, a diary, a ring, a locket and-"

"A cup, and that's all we know." Harry whispered to him, "I think my death was supposed to make the seventh, but that was stopped pretty spectacularly."

Neville nodded. "Huffelpuffs cup and Slytherin's locket. Ravenclaw's thing, I'll bet, we can ask Luna."

Harry nodded. "There's one here," he said, "there has to be."

Hermione nodded, "makes sense. And I was thinking, we should ask Bill if he has a vault at Gringotts."

Harry nodded too. "Definitely."

Their new professor showed up then, the harsh man looked unapologetic for being nearly a half an hour late to class and he unlocked the door and barked at them to sit down. Then, with a wicked smile he called upon Neville.

"You'd know all about unforgivables," he hissed, "wouldn't you Longbottom?"

Neville looked, not terrified, but furious. Harry stood as well.

"He knows about as much as I do." Harry said loudly, Neville shot him a grateful look, and now, with back up, stood up to their teacher.

Death Eaters tortured my parents to insanity using the cruciatus," he said loudly, the Slytherin/Gryffindor class gasped. "Is that what you wanted to know, sir?"

Neville spat as much disrespect into the title as he could.

"Sit down," Carrow hissed, "shit heads."

"Why should I? You called on me, professor, trying to embarrass me because my parents were targeted by Voldemort, were outnumbered and injured?"

"DON'T SAY THE DARK LORDS NAME!" Carrow shouted, "Imperious!" He cursed at Neville.

"SIT DOWN!" Neville fought the curse, it was obvious, as his knees kept bending but he would forcibly straitened them.

Carrow gave up and released the curse.

"So that's the imperious!" He announced, and took a step towards Neville. Harry stood by Neville's side.

"Crucio!" Carrow spat, and both Harry and Neville jumped back out of the way.

"COME ON, NO VOULENTEERS TO DEMONSTRATE? WHAT ABOUT YOU CHOSEN ONE?"

Harry stepped forward, he could feel the eyes of his classmates on him.

"Do you even know how to cast a torture curse, boy?" Carrow spat. Harry was only vaguely aware of Hermione pulling a shaking Neville into his seat on his left. His eyes were fixed on Carrow's dark brown ones.

"I was taught by the very best," Harry whispered, and he smiled at their teacher. "You have to mean it, you have to want to cause pain."

Carrow didn't smile, and he certainly didn't award points, he jabbed his wand forward and cried "crucio!"

Harry was prepared for it, and could have easily dodged, but chose not to, any sane person would dodge, but he had to make a point.

He cried out, initially, and his knees almost gave out but he caught himself. It was a walk in the park compared to what Voldemort could do, that didn't mean it wasn't painful. The students were white, terrified, Neville stood and shouted "stop!"

his voice cracked, and Carrow laughed at him. He didn't stop.

Harry managed to make no sound, but he couldn't stop the involuntary spasms of his muscles, he was lucky to have stayed standing.

"Carrow!"

The bark stopped the man, and Harry turned to face his savior.

Draco Malfoy had stood and was wearing an expression between a smile and a glare. He rolled his eyes at Carrow.

"Nice show," he sneered, "but watching you, Longbottom and Potter have a little moment isn't helping me, are you going to teach us anything, or are you going to play around all lesson?"

Carrow followed Malfoy's advice, and Harry needed Hermione's hep to retake his seat. The lesson was terrible. Carrow listed dark arts curses and asked for there effects, where a student got the wrong answer, they got detention. Slytherins and Gryffindors alike.