DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. My intellectual property is the storyline, all new characters, new character development, a new developments, as well as the Healer Pixies concept, characters and story line outside HP realm are copyrighted as well. Glorioux
a/n Finally, Harry is there. So sweet!
ALL IS WELL
With his new glasses, Harry saw his mommy's friend; it was nice he could now see well. Wow, the room was very pretty, and he felt well, happy and hungry. He thought Doptor Muctis and Sederus, also looked very happy.
"Arry, Arry you are bedderr. You want to play downstairs and see the house, it is very nice. We can go and see Hera and Mina, and we can go to the kitchen and get chocolate biscuits. Darling, do you want to come?" Hermione pulled Harry's hand.
Draco made a face, "I am darling too, right?"
"Yes silly, we are all darlings." Hermione answered, and that was it.
Harry jumped with Mimi and Dwaco, and on their way out when the mommies and daddies came into the room. Mimi told them about the Healing Pixies, and it was true. They were very tall and also beautiful, and they smiled a lot. They weren't big and nasty like uncle Vernon or sour-faced as aunt Petunia, and they smelled very good.
"Yus Masters and Miss, you needs slippers, and a jumper is a little chilly." Dobby was following them, and with a pop, they all had slippers and jumpers.
"How did you do that?" asked Harry with his eyes like saucers. "Magic, you silly," Mimi said like an old pro.
"Yes, you're silly, Dobby is a house-elf and does magic when we are big kids we can do magic too," Draco said as a matter of fact.
"I cannot do magic," Harry affirmed, "can I?" He looked at the pair who seemed to have all the answers. They were very smart.
"Yes, you all is little wizards and witches. You still cannot do much but soon will." Dobby explained to them.
Harry was intrigued, hmm maybe they were all little freaks, but that was good enough for him.
"Dwaco this place is very big." Harry was in awe. They had walked along the long hallway, and Harry's mouth was open looking at the moving portraits, many of the ladies, were cooing at the children as they went by.
Most of the portraits, wizards and witches alike, smiled at how pretty they were; they said so. The three were holding hands, better said, Draco was in the center. He wanted to make sure Harry, sick or not, didn't hold Mimi's hand.
"Yes, it's big. You can stay wif me forever, there's a lot of room." Dwaco smiled; it would be nice having a friend all the time. Harry didn't have a mommy or a daddy that would mind. He would ask Daddy.
Harry's little heart did a summersault, maybe the daddy wouldn't mind. "Thanks, I like that." "Let's play chase," proposed Draco, "let's chase Mimi."
"No, no running, Master Harry Potter still be sick." Dobby was firm.
"No, I'm not, the healer pixies gots me all better." But Dobby would not hear any nonsense, he was firm when he had to.
And with a pop, he transfigured a cart. It was big enough for the three little people; thus he sat them inside and levitated them along the hallways, down the stairs, to the perches where the fey owls stood. As soon as the naughty fat owls saw the children, they came flying and screeching. Harry had never seen anything so pretty.
"What are they?" he asked while petting Hera's head. Little humans were smart and generous and returned the affection with snacks, and she was hoping for a bite a little later. She looked carefully, there was something different about this one.
"They is owls, they be flying messages," Dobby explained. "Like the mail-carrier?" Harry asked.
"Yes, but they are prettier than mail-carriers. Hera is mine, and Mina is Traco's, but I will share Hera wif you. Maybe we can ask Daddy Lushus to get one for you?" Mimi didn't mind sharing today but not for good.
"Maybe," said Draco, "I gave you Hera, not Daddy. I gave her so you can send me messages because you are mine." Draco wrapped his arm around Mimi's shoulder possessively.
Dobby understood Draco's creature and didn't intervene. He had told Mr. Malfoy Veelas were females, and the master was angry with him. Dobby insisted saying an old one said they were not Veelas. Lucius insisted said grandfather's Serpent's grandmother mother had been a Veela. He knew the young mistress was full of old strong magic, they all were. And Master Harry, something had changed, his magic was stronger and flowing around him.
"How come that Mimi is yours? You cannot have people." Harry was a little peeved with Draco because he liked Mimi too, and Draco wasn't going to share.
"Because just because, ask my daddy; because she has a good smell, and because I cry when she goes home, and I get very sick, and I need my jumper pillow. She is mine; ask Dobby, Axel, godfather, Remy, and Daddy. Mimi and me will marry when we are big, like ten or maybe twelve, I fink." Draco was talking louder and louder.
Draco thought that he liked Arry better when he had been sick. He pouted and felt a little angry; he could see that in the future Harry might like Mimi just a little too much.
Harry moved politely near Mimi and inhaled. She smells good, like shampoo and soap, but can you have somebody because they smell good? Harry asked himself and could not come up with an answer. However, something told him that Dwaco would be mad if Harry wanted Mimi for his own, and he didn't want to make anyone mad. It all was well as long as they could be friends, he only wanted Mimi to be a friend.
Mimi was thinking, I don't like Traco, I'm not his. N.O. I'm my daddy and mommy's, "Traco, I'm not yours, I told you I am my mommy's and my daddy's little girl. When we are bigger okay, but not now. We are too little and need to go to school, to universe, and get a job first. I'm modern like Mommy and the aunties." She tapped her foot angrily.
She squirmed to get away from Traco. Her face was flushed with anger, and Harry noticed her hair flying around her, and he was a little afraid.
As in previous times, Draco's strength increased whenever he was protective of Hermione, and this was no exception. He held on to the little witch, very hard, and her shoulder started to ache. Her anger and frustration increased by the second; she pulled away even harder and pushed with her hand.
Harry looked at the scene and had no idea what could be done. The scrimmage was escalating, and before Dobby could do something, Mimi waved her hand, and the little wizard fell down right on his bum and started to cry.
Draco cried, "You burned my fingers, bad little witch, I will tell my mommy and mommy Jeanie, you are in very big trouble young lassie."
Harry looked a bit afraid. Oh no, he was going to have to choose in whose side he was, he saw two sets of eyes fixed on him, just like he had seen on the telly, and he liked them both.
Yes, and one of the two was going to expect he didn't tell the truth. It would be his first lesson on friendship and to make the right choices, nothing was perfect even having friends.
Lessons and Diplomacy and 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; So Dwaco he let go, and the reaction knocked him right on his bum.
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; So Dwaco 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 Harry 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 newfound friendship. A friend when Mimi was scary was a good thing; so, 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, so 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 indeed the child that they had been waiting for. The trio was the one expected 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 the ground, with the owls safely perched on a high 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 biscuits?" 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 view 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, and 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 evil 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, okay?" Mimi the bossy looked at him with her eyebrows knitted. Draco, remembering the earlier singeing of his fingers, which still hurt a little, decided to pay attention.
"Okay, dear Mimi, but are you mine?" he wanted to be reassured, tit for tat.
"Okay, 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," he tapped his lips thinking, " I guess he could be yours. Okay, you have all the wizards, but you are only mine. Okay, 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, she wanted two or three, why not. In one of the books, a little witch had two daddies/ "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. Since it was unusually late for supper The parents were allowing it because.
Tonight's dinner would be informal. It was a pleasant spring evening, and the menu tonight were grilled sausages, salads, and chips 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, a 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 thought, 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 hoped 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; with that thought, he smiled, indeed, 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, is this the surprise? Fucking snake, breaking Lily's heart calling her a Mudblood. He is the last person I wish to see. Who did he think he was? By taking the Dark Mark, he ruined all; he just couldn't wait until life was easier for me. Snivelus couldn't wait till I had my own vault and got a wife for a triad, bloody traitor, Death Eater. Sirius thought, wanting to go and take Remus out for a run, but he thought he was still too woozy. He would wait till the next moon.
A/N Snape and Sirius, hmm?
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