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Interlude Part 2 of 2

Lessons and Diplomacy

Harry's Gift

All and all Harry was amazed, he had seen Mimi, she'd wiggled her fingers, a small spark came out of them, shone on top of Dwaco's hand and singed it; he let go and the reaction knocked him right on his bum.

Mimi was horrified at the result of her anger, and what he feared came "Arry help me. Poor little dear, I think he fell down." She pursed her lips in a mortified expression, she wasn't telling the truth. She knew that her parents would be unhappy and wanted Harry backing her lie.

"But Mimi, you sparkled him—" Mimi's look stopped Harry on his track. She was daring him to say something. Draco heard Harry, he had already been wondering about Harry and realized he could be an ally when Mimi was bossy. He smirked knowingly and looked at Harry with new found friendship. A friend when Mimi was scary was a good thing, he hoped Arry could stay with him, were Draco's new thoughts.

Harry didn't like to lie but decided this was not time to argue, if Mimi lied she was alone; besides, right now he wanted a biscuit before they called them for supper. He had seen biscuits before, Dudley ate them all the time, but he was yet to eat one.

"Let's go and get a biscuit and maybe some ice-cream?" Draco proposed. The fat little owls screeched approvingly. Out the corner came Brutus, and Hera, who had already seen him, flew higher up.

Harry froze at the large animal's sight. He had seen dogs around the Dursleys but nothing like this. He stood by Dobby trembling with fear. Negus followed right behind. Both of large hounds saw the new child and came over to smell him, to welcome him into the pack and wagged their tails to show their friendliness and gave his a wet lick, a little like a big, sloppy kiss, not unpleasant.

Harry heard a voice, it was inside his head, no it was out, the dogs were talking to him. Wait not talking they were barking. He was sure the first dog was telling him something, it was strange, "Boy, welcome to the pack. Don't be afraid, little pup, we'll take care of you."

Harry had 'heard' animals before, but not talking to him directly and their words weren't clear and he'd told Dudley; who went straight to tell his parents; who punished him for being a freak. But today, I can hear them much better now that the Healer Pixies kicked out the monsturs blocking my head, he thought.

"Watch it wizard, he wants to eat us. They are bad and might want to eat you as well." Hera warned him. Harry giggled because he could hear the dogs barking that the owls were fat and plump. "Delicious raw chicken, help us pup, we'll share."

Dobby saw the entire interaction and knew Harry had understood the animals. Later, he told Mistress Malfoy that the boy had the gift of understanding the lore. He would be able to speak almost any language, maybe even the language of snakes, but for sure Elven, Goblin and many other ones.

He was truly the child that they had been waiting for. The trio was the one waited for centuries, to bring peace and respect to all the magic races, he was nearly sure of that; but the story was about several children with the trio leading, the house-elves were all talking excitedly, where were the other children?

"Arry, what kind of biscuit do you like best?" Mimi asked Harry as they moved along in the cart, at least half a meter above ground, with the owls safely perched on a tall perch, created by Dobby, mounted on the cart's side. Meanwhile the two dogs walked as bodyguards, and the grumpy house-elf, right behind them, ready to protect them with his life. The rather quaint parade was greeted once more with the, "Ohs," and "aahs," from many of the older Malfoys' portraits, all inviting them to visit later, some also knew about them. Harry could not take his eyes away from them and waved his hand and the witches threw him kisses.

"Arry I aksed you, be polite and pay antension, what is your most favorite of all the buscuits?"

Harry was honest, "I don't know, all I phink, these will be my first."

Hermione and Draco looked at each other horrified, "Poor Arry," they exclaimed, but they didn't offer any of theirs, sympathy only went so far.

At the top of the stairs, Serpens and Thallia watched the procession with moist eyes. Serpens wished for his son and grandson to be here in person; for them to be able to watch this precious scene. And now more than ever, he vowed to prove that Voldemort had been their assassin, or that he had ordered their deaths. And lastly he made a vow to protect the little ones' lives with his own.

Something told him that the three would be instrumental in the monster's final destruction. He just knew that. Thallia was thinking some more of the same.

Lucius had gone to call Sirius; he needed to tell him about the two Aurors. He had also talked to Muctis, and he listened to the tale from both Snape and the Healer with amazement. It took a while to digest what had gone on, in Harry's room.

Finally, they all decided to let the children do the Healer Pixies on the three ailing men; but, only, if they wanted to; they should be allowed to act freely. The three wizards minds were also shattered, and perhaps healing of the souls could also be afforded. He also wanted to ask Sirius to accept a proposal he had been drafting with Grant and Serpens. But for now, Cissy wanted him to be surprised with his godson.

Meanwhile the ragtag-munchkin band had arrived at the kitchen. Harry thought this place was not real and wondered if Dwaco's daddy was some sort of a king if Péperè was a king with a castle. Perhaps they were from the royals, the ones his aunt talked about all the time? No, he had seen pictures of the Queen and her family, and they weren't very pretty. It could not be, Dwaco's daddy and mommy were beautiful. He had listened when Aunt Petunia read stories to Dudley; and well, this looked like a palace, a palace for wizards. And he was one; imagine he was a little wizard. He smiled, the idea made him very happy.

"Why are you smiling?" Draco asked, maybe he'd missed something while busy horsing around with Mina.

"Because I am happy and because I am a wizard." Harry answered.

"Yes, being a wizard is good. I am glad you are one and not a Mogul. I heard my daddy saying your uncle was a bad Mogul, and he had to be demented with a kiss at the bad place. Was he bad to you?" Draco, inquired, and his eyes glistened with a little bit of morbid fascination. He had heard stories of bad wizards, and how they got in big trouble. Maybe Moguls did as well.

"Traco, Mommy said we cannot talk bad fings wif Arry. Be a good dear and bahave, all right? I'll be nice to you later and read you the Healer pixie and Shy-Dragon-blue. Ok?" Mimi the bossy looked at him with her eyebrows knitted. Draco remembered the earlier singeing of his fingers; hmm, they still burned a little and decided to pay attention.

"Ok, dear Mimi, but are you mine?" he wanted to be reassured, tit for tat.

"Ok, but if you're mine too, and maybe Arry is ours too?" Mimi offered an olive branch...plus her share.

"I can be yours, and Arry can be mine, But I don't want you to be Arry's..hmm. I guess he could be yours. OK, you have all the wizards, but you are only mine. Ok, dear?" Draco had a nagging feeling something had gone wrong in his transaction, but this was for later; biscuits were calling.

Hermione smiled, it sounded fine to her because she liked wizards. "Yes, Traco, you are a very good boy, and Arry and I loves you."

Each child got one biscuit and after begging, another half. No, ice-cream wasn't in the menu, instead they had a small glass of milk, even when dinner was about to be served. The parents were allowing it because it was unusually late for supper.

Tonight's dinner would be informal. It was a pleasant spring evening, and the menu tonight were grilled sausages, salads, and pommes frites for the children to be eaten outside.

Sirius cries & Harry's family get bigger

Harry didn't remember ever eating something as exquisite as the chocolate chip biscuit. Mimi's aunt Elly had baked them earlier today. They were all walking outside together, and he was now wearing a pair of Draco's trousers, the jumper, and new shoes loaned from Draco. He had new glasses made for him with measurements taken by Muctis. After getting ready, he had looked in the magic mirror, "And who is this handsome lad?" Harry had giggled, a talking mirror, it was a little crazy.

He though, not without a little sadness, that he did look very good and wished that Dudley could come and see how nice he looked, and he would also tell him that everyone said he was a nice boy. He wished that Dudley could have been his friend, he might have liked it here. But maybe not, he might call his friends little freaks, and that wouldn't do. Hmm, but then Mimi would sparkle him, he smiled, that would do.

Sirius sat on a lounging chair, he felt a lot better. He would close his eyes and open them, just to make sure that he was really here. The Manor was a place of beauty, and he would be forever grateful to the Malfoys and his cousin. He heard a voice behind him, bloody hell.

"So it is true, you are here. Weeds never die. Nevertheless, it is good to see you alive." Snivelus, was that the surprise? Fucking snake, breaking Lily's heart by calling her a Mudblood. He was the last person that he wished to see. Who did he think he was? Taking the Dark Mark he ruined all; just couldn't wait until life was easier for him; couldn't wait till he had his own vault and got a wife for a triad, bloody traitor, Death Eater. He wanted to go and take Remus out for a run; nah, he was still too woozy, next moon.

"Yes, it is me, Mr. Death Eater traitor in more ways than one, but while we are here, let's call it a truce. Thanks for the potions for Harry. Poor tyke, he won't survive, probably; fuck your Dark Lord and fuck Dummydore." He finally looked up to Snape. Both of their eyes fixed on each other and nothing else was said, for now.

The noise and chatter of a group coming towards them stopped their talk.

Sirius stood up to look at the group. The Muggle young wife, wow and wow...pff, what a nice bird, very shagalicious…too bad that she was the forbidden fruit. And wait, the little boy riding the big dog, he looked like, like..he was feeling light headed. The little boy jumped, "Harry, this is your godfather, Sirius Black. Your parents wanted him to take care of you." Snape said.

Sirius could have hugged the nasty traitor, he was so grateful for the speech. Really, Snivelus was a better wizard than him.

Harry's eyes opened with true joy. He had a kind of a daddy, somebody nice. Harry thought, and then slowed his pace, as he came towards Sirius with a little hesitation. What if he thinks that I'm a little freak? Harry shuddered apprehensively.

Draco and Hermione stood at each side of Harry and each held a hand. They felt his excitement and his reluctance. In their eyes, they considered themselves as Harry's sponsors and his protectors and were there for him.

Uncle Sevy said the man was nice and sent by Arry's parents, Hermione thought although not yet sure. Mimi gave Sirius a hooded, charged with suspicion look, which was duly noted by Severus. He smirked, Merlin save them all when this little terror grew up, he just knew it.

Everyone held their breath. "Harry, son, are you okay? I saw you, and you were…and you were very sick. How can this be?" Sirius voice faltered.

"Healer Pixie and me, wait, I am the odder Healer Pixie. Ah, hmm, so Mimi started, and she did the magic signs, like the healing pixies with red-robin-boo...So we pretended Harry was the red-robin-boo. We chased the bad mosturs inside Harry's head, it was a little scary. And the healing pixies, that is me and Mimi, we tooks them with the catching magic ropes, and we gots them in a roll of gooey and smashd wif all the mosturs inside the 'sickness-black-gooey bug catcher.' Then, we pulled the slimy rubbish out Harry's ears, and now he isn't sick anymore."

Draco was flushed after his big speech; while he talked, both Mimi and Harry kept their arms crossed, lips pursed, and nodded their heads at each word. Everyone one present was paying close attention to every word, all equally in awe.

Severus had taken notes; the entire thing was short of amazing. He knew there wasn't a 'sickness - black- gooey bug catcher,' they had read that in a book, they just imagined the process, and did it. The girl was a natural healer and who knew what else, and Draco added to her magic. This could not get out; it had to remain a secret until they adults understood what they were doing, and maybe not even then.

Draco patted Harry on the head, and then came around to hold Hermione's hand, and both pushed Harry towards Sirius.

Sirius looked at the adults, pleading to make some sense.

"Yes, Sirius, dear cousin, you need to believe it. It is all true, but we'll talk later; there will be more time. Hug Harry and make him feel welcome." Narcissa talked very softly to him.

However, Draco's hearing had already changed since the day he met Mimi, it was more acute, and he heard, cousin. He would check it out later, a big cousin.

Sirius and Harry walked towards each other. Sirius caught Harry as he jumped up into his arms. He held on to the undernourished child, and his heart contracted at the feel of all the bones. He kissed him and hugged him, and kissed him again, and hugged him tighter. Tears would not stop rolling down his cheeks. Then, he twirled Harry up and around and made him giggle. All the witches were crying as well.

Harry's heart was about to burst with happiness. I have a daddy's love, the same from Uncle Remy, and now from Uncle Serius. I've someone just for me. This is truly a good dream; and Mimi and Dwaco are loaning me their mommies. I'm very lucky, Harry thought. Sirius was thinking the same.

Of course, Sirius had to twirl the other two children as well; and his injured heart started to mend little by little, and he also hoped that it wasn't all a dream.

At the end of the day

They ate and played. The children were delighted when Sirius changed into Snuffles, a very large black, furry dog; it made the children scream with joy. However, Brutus and Negus hid behind Lucius to the owls' delight. The wolf hounds were both big chickens and were not sure about a human dog. The owls screeched and called them names. The children chased Snuffles, and he chased them back. In less than two hours, they were eating their desserts by the fire, and the children and the three dogs all slept together. Sirius was by their heads, with his nose right by Harry.

Lucius held Cissy's hand and kissed it with a long moist kiss. He had renewed hopes for the future, and now he just wanted to love his beloved mate. He wanted to love her and feel her moist heat around him.

Grant looked at his wife and felt very lucky to have such a wonderful wife and child. For tonight all the challenges of the past days were erased. The miraculous healing of the little boy had made it all worthwhile. Mimi's gift was just awesome, but he was aware that his daughter's safety came before the healing. He couldn't wait to make love his wife tonight, he was overwrought with desire since earlier in the evening. She was so beautiful. Today more than ever he wanted another child, but right now might not be the right time.

Severus admired Jeanie, she looked like the type of woman he liked, petite, curvy, fine boned, beautiful face, and very smart. Too bad she was off limits; all the nice ones were taken. As for Sirius, he wanted to stay away from the asshole, traitor, fuckwit, too ashamed of him, another one who broke Severus Snape's heart.

Serpens and Thallia were happy and proud of the younger generations. Of Lucius, who had chosen a different path, right before it was too late; to think that the Malfoys have the possibility to rise to the top of the wizarding world; and of the good things Lucius had done, he had righted many wrongs with the help of their fortunes.

At Privet Drive, Petunia and Dudley slept on her bed. Petunia was very apprehensive, she was afraid they might go to prison for injuring Harry. It was all Lily's fault. Leaving that freak there with them had made all this mess; however, as she thought more carefully, regret came to haunt her. How could had Vernon be hiding all that money? He probably had more than 100,000.00 pounds hidden from her. And why had he lied to her about it? Did he have another woman? Worry and fear for her future, heralds of betrayals and paybacks, they all lurked inside the dark.

Remus had actually gone to sleep, the first time during a transformation. The soothing herbs, the soft music, and the knowledge he was appreciated and loved by the children calmed the beast. He had dreams of running along Padfoot and Prongs, and three happy children laughing and chasing them.

Notes; Thanks to everyone who review, and to all those who read. I loved this chapter. I am always a little sad for the terrible life that Harry lived. So much abuse, and for Dumbledore to have allowed it to continue, go figure, I never understood it. Those amongst us who were abused or neglected children, or know somebody that was or is, will certainly agree with that feeling.