Easy Or Right

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Easy Or Right

Chap. 1 Kreacher.

"That wand's more trouble than it's worth", said Harry. "And quiet honestly", he turned away from the painted portraits, thinking now of the four-poster bed lying waiting for him in Gryffindor Tower, and wondering whether Kreacher might bring him a sandwich there, "I've had enough for a lifetime".

The three were startled when a sudden 'pop' happened behind them. Harry quickly looked around, pointing the holly wand at the noise, and saw the very house-elf that he was just thinking about. The old elf looked tired; as if he was about ready to drop, but he straightened himself with as much dignity as possible, and faced his master with his request.

"Master Harry must come with Kreacher, it is most urgent", Kreacher quickly spoke in his bullfrog voice. "You is now the head of The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, and you is needed at once".

"What's wrong Kreacher"? Harry enquired. "It had better be very important, as I'm too tired to run all over the castle at the moment".

Kreacher fingered the gold locket that hang around his neck, and looked his master in the eyes. "Our family, master Harry Potter sir, our family needs us now". Kreacher croaked out, then quickly stepped forward, took Harry's hand in his, and with another 'pop', the two disappeared from the room.

"HARRY"! Hermione yelled, as she stared at the spot where Harry had just disappeared.

"Mione, we have to find him, it's untelling where that little toe rag has taken him to"! Ron exclaimed. "He could have taken him to some Death Eater's still hiding somewhere in the castle"!

Both Hermione and Ron started as they heard someone clear their throat from behind them. They looked around and saw Phineas Nigellus Black smirking down at them from his portrait. "He has taken the head of my family to the Great Hall for some, what shall I call it...., family business"?

"What are you on about old man"? Ron snarled.

"Mister Potter is now the head of the Black family, and if needed, or called upon by a member of our family, it is his responsibility to see to their needs". Phineas Nigellus explained. "Evidently, a member of the Black family has asked for his assistance. Since Kreacher is only loyal to our family, he has come to fetch our young Mr. Potter for that reason".

"Andromada"? Hermione muttered.

"Either her or, no, it couldn't be...", Ron said under his breath, and he began to turn very pale. "The bloody Malfoy's, or Narcissa in particular. Hurry Mione, we have to go find them, NOW"!

"Mr. Weasley", Albus Dumbledore called out from his portrait, "I can assure you that Harry is in no danger, and I wish to give you and Mrs. Granger a bit of parting advice".

"Yes, anything Headmaster Dumbledore". Hermione said, as she stopped walking toward the door.

"It is time for unity in this school, and in our world", Dumbledore calmly explained, "and it is time to let petty house rivalries, and feuds, die a death that has been a long time coming. With those words in mind, please feel free to find your friend".

"Come on Mione, let's go", Ron commanded with a snort, and then reached for the door handle. "It'll be a cold day in Hell before I have anything to do with a Malfoy". He finished, but the last sentence was just under his breath.

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'Pop'!

"KREACHER"! Harry yelled as he steadied himself from the house-elf's apparation. "What the Hell is this about"?

"Please master Harry, through here, quickly". Kreacher replied as he practically dragged Harry back through the doors of the Great Hall.

Once the two made it through the large doors at the Slytherin side of the hall, Harry noticed several Auror’s standing around the Slytherin table, and they had their wands aimed at three blonds who were cowering in their seats.

"What the Hell is going on here"? Harry bellowed out, and the entire hall went quiet.

Narcissa Malfoy calmly stood from her seat in the face of the Auror's, and looked at Harry with tears in her eyes. "Lord Black". She said, then bowed her head.

"What the hell do you mean by that, Death Eater"? The closest Auror snarled, and pointed his wand into Narcissa's face. "He's bloody Harry Potter, and he's not a Black"!

"I would advise you to take your wand out of her face Auror, as she is innocent, and she saved my life last night." Harry coldly explained, as he stared down the Auror's around the table. "As a matter of fact, neither she, nor her son, or husband, lifted a wand at anyone during the entire battle. She saved me from Voldemort himself, and was here in search of her only son. Lucius hasn't had a wand since he was kidnapped from Azkaban by Voldemort, and made to suffer since! Their son, Draco, has twice tried to help me, and I am in their debt".

"They're bleedin' Death Eaters, they are"! One Auror shouted, but did back away from the table, and dropped his wand to his side.

"Really"? Harry asked. "Narcissa, please show this man your left arm if you don't mind".

Narcissa regally lifted her head, and with a small smile of gratitude, rolled up her left sleeve, and showed a bare, un-marked forearm. At this, several of the auror’s put their heads together and started whispering between them.

"Harry", Kingsley Shacklebolt muttered to gain the young wizard's attention. "We can't very well let them go. Hell, the young Malfoy there let the Death Eaters into this school, and is the cause of Dumbledore's death"!

"Didn't any of you listen"? Harry almost shouted as he looked around the Great hall. "The headmaster chose his own death, and Draco Malfoy did not kill him. Severus Snape killed Headmaster Dumbledore at the headmaster's request. Dumbledore was already dying of a curse, and had just recently drunk an entire bowl of poison during a mission against Voldemort. I should know, as I was there during everything that happened"!

"Lucius Malfoy is still a known Death Eater, Harry, and we can't let him walk free"! Kingsley explained.

"I'm not so sure anymore, Kingsley; not after the memories I viewed from Severus, and some left by Dumbledore himself". Harry explained. "I also know for a fact that Lucius has not done anything since he was taken from prison, as Voldemort took his wand away immediately. He and his wife were prisoners in their own home, with the threat of death over their heads the entire time. Look, we can't speak anymore about this here, we'll have to talk about all this in private".

Narcissa walked over to Harry and kneeled before him, keeping her head bowed. "Mister Potter, as the head of my family, I ask you for asylum within The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, for myself and my family, and until such time that it is safe to leave".

When Harry started to answer Narcissa, the doors to the Great Hall burst open, and Ron and Hermione ran inside. Ron saw what was happening, but before he could stop Harry, the young wizard took the elder woman’s hand.

"You have it Narcissa, and thank you for all you've done". Harry stated, and a sweep of wind wound its way through the hall as one of the most ancient forms of magic took place.

Harry looked down at their clasped hands and noticed a white glow form around them for a short time, then disappear. "Please, Narcissa, stand up, you don't have to ever bow in front of me".

She did just that, and quickly gathered Harry in her arms, and began to sob into his shoulder with relief. "Thank you Mister Potter, thank you so much".

Harry patted the elder witch on her back as he looked over to the Slytherin table to find both Lucius and Draco Malfoy, staring at him, with gob-smacked expressions on their face. The two slowly stood, and made their way to the woman who Harry was practically holding upright with his remaining strength. Lucius limped to her side, a slight smile formed on his bruised face, and he began to pry his wife’s hands free from Harry's robe.

"Narcissa, honey, it's all over, and we're safe now. Our son is safe, and we won't have to live in fear any longer". Lucius calmly stated. "Mr. Potter, I think the truth is in order, as you have been kept in the dark for far too long. As soon as we have some privacy, I will gladly tell you all that I know, and about every thing that concerns you since you were a baby".

"The truth". Arthur Weasley said with a snort, and turned his head to look at the bodies still lying out in the Great Hall.

The remark brought Harry back from the scene happening in front of him, and he turned to look at his adopted family. What he saw made a headache start to form behind his eyes, as they all looked very disappointed in him at the moment. When he started to say something, he felt someone grab his shoulder, and turn him, almost violently, around.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU'VE DONE"? Ron shouted at Harry, spittle flying from his mouth. "After all we've done for you, and you shite on us by taking up for a bunch of filthy Slytherin’s, and Malfoy's at that"!

"Ron, Dumbledore would want...". Harry started, but the red-faced Ronald Weasley cut him off.

"No Harry, you're bound to their family now, and that was an unbreakable vow at that! I'm sorry, but I can't have anything to do with them. It's either them, or me and the vow says them. I will not be around anymore". Ron finished with a definite tone, turned on his foot, and walked over to stand beside his father.

"But, Ron....", Harry started, but heard a gasp to his right where he saw Hermione looking at him with tears in her eyes. "Mione, not you too"?

"No Harry, Dumbledore wanted this. He told Ron and I that before we left the office. They never hurt us when we were at their home; it was Bellatrix who did. I know there's more to this, so just let me know what you find out". Hermione explained. "Draco tried to save us, and I know he knew who we were that day. They never even tried to fight back, just Bellatrix and the Death Eaters in their house. So, I guess what I'm trying to say is, let by-gones be by-gones, and start off fresh". Hermione finished, as she noticed someone walk up beside her.

"Draco Malfoy". Draco said, as he held his hand out for Harry to shake. He held his breath, waiting to see if he would be snubbed again, like he was when he was eleven.

Harry was stunned for a moment, but was finally shaken out of it when Hermione elbowed him in the ribs. At this, he sent a glare her way, and took Draco's hand and shook it. "Harry Potter, and it's nice to make your acquaintance".

For the first time in his life, Harry saw Draco Malfoy grin at him, not a smirk, but a real grin. He was really glad this happened, and he really couldn't figure out why. They had been rivals for so long, and it seemed it just stopped with one handshake.

Oh, er..., I think I have something of yours". Harry said as he fished in the pouch that hang from his neck. He produced a 10 inch Hawthorn wand, with a unicorn hair core, and gave it a final look before he passed it on to Draco.

Po..., Harry, you didn't have to, or I mean to say, are you sure? I mean, this is the wand that defeated the Dark Lord". Draco spluttered out.

"Yes, I'm sure, and he's not the Dark Lord, as he was never made a Lord, and would never have been. He was Tom Marvolo Riddle, a half-blood wizard, and nothing more. Just an insane madman that played with magic so dark that it destroyed him in the end.". Harry explained.

"Tom Riddle, a half-blood, Voldemort, hey I actually said the bastards name and lived"! Draco timidly laughed. "Thanks Harry, for everything, and for saving me twice today. I just can't believe it's all over, you know"? Draco said as he watched his mother finally compose herself, and sit down at the table again, along with Lucius.

Finally, rubbing his temples over a now splitting headache, Harry sat down at the end of the same Slytherin table, and let out a loud sigh. "I know Draco, oh how well I know. Anybody have a headache draught handy"?

Kreacher, the old, tired, and worn out Black family elf, held out a small phial of pain potion for his master, and had a proud look upon his old and wrinkled face.



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Just so everyone knows, this story will not be updated quickly. I just wound up the remodeling at my home for the fall, and am now free to write some more. However, I still have the Rebellion to edit and finish, so this story will be slow in coming.

I've had the idea for this story for a while now, but I am just now getting to write it. I hope you all will enjoy it.