Fighting For My Love And Right

‘I don’t know what you are talking about; when you were brought here you didn’t have anything on you besides your wand.’ He tried to ask Pomfrey about his cloak, the hardest thin was asking for it without telling her an invincibility cloak.



‘But I had that cloak when I went up to the infirmary.’



‘Maybe it’s still up there; I only know you had no such thing on you when you came to me.’ He couldn’t have left it there; Malfoy would have seen it and taken it with him. That could be exactly what had happened, Malfoy took it, that rat; how dared he take something that was Harry’s.



He couldn’t let the feelings take over his rationally; Malfoy saw that it was magical; so he maybe took it so it wouldn’t be lost, for safekeeping. He could use that as an excuse in case he was caught lurking on Malfoy’s property.



‘Yes, maybe it’s still up there, thanks anyway.’



‘You are feeling fine I hope?’



‘Yes, I’m only extremely hungry.’



‘You do that Potter, and come to me if there is something.’



‘Of course.’



The next hour he spend down in the Main hall, eating. He used a long time because he was constantly looking over to the other students, they tried to hide the fact that they were talking about him, but he wasn’t stupid, he could see them turning around as soon as he even peaked their way; he didn’t feel comfortable at all.



He went up to the Gryffindor tower to shower and change after he was done eating, if he was lucky he would find a way inside to see Malfoy, the chance for that was so small that he should rather hope to set his foot on the property without being hexed, blown up or something like that by a security spell..



‘Are you ready Harry Potter?’ Dobby appeared in front of Harry, smiling and offering his hand to him, he knew they would apparte but in the moment it seemed so unreal; he was going to see where Malfoy lived. He hadn’t thought about that before now, he had been to busy thinking about what to say to Malfoy or anyone else he would maybe meet there.



The feeling when he apparted this time was not as it used to be, it was so much better than it was when he had travelled with Dumbledore.



Before he even got to blink twice had landed, on his feet and steady as a tree; that was the first time.



The house, that was completely wrong to say, it was a mansion. He was standing in a garden, flowers all around him with all the colours of the rainbow, he was amazed over the view he had.



‘If I call you, can you hear me?’



‘Yes, I never close that canal; I always want to help you.’



‘Thanks Dobby, I’ll call if I need you, you can go back to the castle.’ He had hoped to come to the end of the boundaries and maybe gotten inside of them if possibly, this was more than he could ever dream and hope. He slowly moved on the little path he stood on, passing all the flowers, his hand briefly touching them, he didn’t want to take because he was afraid someone might notice one missing.



He noticed a door not far away from him, and when he peaked inside the little windows he could see it was leading into the kitchen. Nobody was in there so he took the chance of entering. He opened the door really quietly, he quickly heard someone inside the kitchen cutting up something, so he slowly closed the door again.



He stood several seconds in front of the main door and was looking at the bell, wondering if it was the best thing. He decided that entering the normal way could maybe work, even if it was easier to just sneak inside and find Malfoy. But if he was discovered he would be in great danger. His hand reached for the bell and he dragged the rope. Not long after the door opened and a house elf stood there.



‘Your name and purpose please.’



‘Harry Potter, I wish to see Draco Malfoy, school related business.’ He hoped it would work. The house elf vanished before he came back after three seconds.



‘My master will be here soon.’ The house elf let Harry come in the hall and wait there, but he never left before his master came and joined Harry. He should have known that his master wasn’t Draco, but Lucius.



‘Potter.’ He said the name like it was poison. ‘How did you find my home? I don’t care how but I would appreciate that you would leave.’



‘I came to see…’



‘I know who you came to see, and you are denied your wish. The reason Draco is at home is so he can study without being stalked by you. What gives you the right to think that you can follow him? He had told you to leave him alone, why is that so hard for you to get? He doesn’t want to see you, do you understand?’



‘He also has something that is mine.’



‘And what is that?’



‘A cloak.’



‘Are you as poor as the Wesley’s? Buy a new one.’



‘It was my fathers.’ The older Malfoy didn’t say a word for a moment; he had apparently not waited to hear that. But it seemed that he thought Harry should have his heritage even if he was the Golden boy or whatever he would call him.



‘I will ask Draco about your cloak later, in case he has it I will send it over to you at school, now please leave my property.’ Harry wasn’t sure if the best thing was to do as he was told or go with his guts; he chose his guts because that way he could maybe get some answers to his questions.



‘May I ask why Malfoy are behaving this strange way?’



‘What do you mean Potter?’



‘He is sad, and nice towards me.’



‘You are lying; Draco would never behave nice towards you. And you also accuse my son for stealing; how dare you.’



‘What have you done to him?’



‘What?’



‘I have reasons to believe he is acting strange because you have done something to him.’



‘Who has told you such lies?’ The older man was angry, but the years behind him has taught him how to stay calmly even if it was the most dreadful news he heard.



‘A ghost.’



‘Stop with the child play, I demand to know who sets out such rumours.’



‘There aren’t any rumours; I am probably the only one that knows it.’



‘And who has told you?’



‘A ghost, Malfoy knows who so you can ask him in case you want a name.’



‘Don’t play with me, I demand that you tell me who.’



‘You shouldn’t blame the ghost; she heard it from Malfoy, who was crying.’



‘How dare you say that Draco cry, a Malfoy never cries, I have taught him how to stay strong through everything.’



‘So what have you done to him?’



‘I have done nothing, what did you think I might have done Potter?’



‘I don’t know, beaten him, how should I know.’ Harry found out where Malfoy’s quick reaction to pick up his wand and point it to anyone that might have say something bad about himself or his family came from, before he knew it Lucius Malfoy had his wand pointing straight at Harry’s head.



‘One more word accusing me that I threat my own son like that and you will most likely regret it.’ Harry didn’t dear to move, he didn’t think he could talk himself out from Lucius Malfoy’s determination as easily as he did with his son. They both stood still, looking at each other like it was a staring competition when someone shouted.



‘Father!’ Harry recognized that voice at once, but before he could even look up everything was gone.



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‘Water.’ He whispered into the darkness, his eyes were closed so he had no idea where he was or if anyone was near him. Someone near him because not long after his head was lifted up and a glass was placed by his mouth. After swallowing a little of the liquid he wasn’t sure was water his head was lowered down on something soft. Was he back in the infirmary? How was that possibly? The last thing he could remember was that he was in Malfoy’s home, with a wand pointed at him. Things were a bit blurry in the beginning but slowly everything came back, Lucius looking at him and then he remembered someone shouting out something. It was Draco Malfoy calling his father, and then he must have blacked out.



He wanted to open his eyes but he was too tired, his eyes were glued together. He moved his head slightly and let himself drift away. The bed he was laying on was too soft to be the ones from the infirmary but he was sure he was safe; there was someone that was watching over him and making sure no harm would come to him.



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Harry could feel the sun heat his up skin, he smiled at the soft warm touches. His hand drifted over the sheets, maybe they were silk. His eyes were still closed and hard to open but they popped up almost like they had been burned when he realized that he was in a stranger’s bed.



The room was decorated with old furniture, big, heavy and dark furniture. The walls had a darker beige colour and the bed was the biggest one he had ever been in. Most of the wall on his right had big windows, letting the rising sun enter the room with its colours.



He realized he was almost naked when he rose up from the bed, someone must have changed him since he was wearing a pair of cotton pants; they were soft and comfortable but because they weren’t his they didn’t feel right. He stood up from the bed, panicking. On a chair besides the closet was a robe and a pair of slippers, he got dressed and slowly opened the door.



He turned his head both ways but couldn’t see anyone; the only thing he could see was tons of paintings and statues. He walked down the hall, trying to see if he recognized anything. He didn’t know where he was before he noticed the garden outside in one of the windows, but why he was still at the mansion was a mystery. He knew he had passed out but why wasn’t he sent back to Hogwarts?



‘What are you doing up?’ Harry was taken by surprise; he had not expected anyone to talk at him.



‘Where is my wand?’ He didn’t think about his wand earlier, at that point he was to busy trying to figure out where he was. But as soon as Lucius Malfoy appeared he thought about protecting himself and realized he didn’t have his wand, what a wizard he was.



‘On a safe place, I wouldn’t want you to suddenly wake up and do something stupid.’ Harry wanted to ask how he would feel if someone had taken his wand, but thought that being silence would be much better at the moment. He had no wish of talking back at Lucius Malfoy because he had a temper worse than his son, he also knew worse spells and Harry knew he would use them.



‘Why am I here?’



‘You fainted.’



‘I don’t faint, I pass out.’



‘The same thing.’



‘No, because I don’t pass out when something happens, it just happens suddenly, even if I’m just sitting and eating. But why am I still here?’



‘Would you prefer that I left you where you passed out? I guess you liked the bed since you have been sleeping for two days.’ Harry couldn’t believe what he had just heard, two days, how was that possibly?



‘Which day is it today?’ The sleep must have erased his memory of which day it was when he first arrived to the mansion.



‘Friday. My son will be back any time soon, so I suggest that you gather your things and leave before he comes back. The reason for him being here is so you can’t get to him, and what good is that when you are already here? And never come back once you have left.’ Even if Harry wanted to reply he couldn’t get himself to say anything, a force was holding him back, and he was glad about that when he made eye contact with the older wizard, his eyes was not happy but furious.



‘But I must see him.’



‘Look here Potter, I could care less about what could happen to you, if I had my way you would have been thrown into the river and bee done with it. But it seem like you have put my son under a spell of some sort because he insisted that you should lie here till you woke up. If the reason he told me is true I’m not sure about. He is afraid people might talk if they see that you come back unconscious, and he was sure your friends would contact the ministry which I can’t deal anymore with, I’m sick of their false accusations so they can search my home once more. So if keeping you here till you wake up and can leave on your own feet would keep those blood suckers out of my home then I am gladly to reply, and since you are awake then you can just get out of my house. Draco has told your friends about you being safe, so they shouldn’t worry to much. Now get back to the room that was given you, your clothes are washed and placed in the bathroom. When you are done come back and you’ll get your wand back.’ Lucius walked past Harry and down the stairs to the first floor, Harry decided it would be the best to do as told, he could always get back if he wished.



After a couple of minutes peeking into every room he found the one he had been sleeping in. All his belongings were folded nicely and lay in the little bathroom connected to the room. He smelled his shirt; it had a sweet sense to it, and something that reminded him about Draco Malfoy. He stood there for several minutes feeling and smelling his clothes before he got dressed and walked down to the first floor.



Lucius Malfoy was waiting at the end of the stairs, looking at Harry like he had killed someone. Usually that look would frighten Harry, but as he closed up on the older wizard he felt calm, something told him that the older Malfoy wouldn’t do anything to him as long as he didn’t provoke him.



‘Go to the old oak by the river and you will be outside my property, you can apparate from there. If I see you standing outside my door again I’ll hex you, take my word on that Potter, and my son won’t be able to stop me. Now leave my property.’ The door lamed shut in front of Harry who was standing there without knowing what to say.



He slowly walked over to where Malfoy had pointed, an old oak that was almost as wide as a truck. He would come back, even if he would get hexed, he had to know what made Malfoy sad. Even if his father said he had done nothing Harry still thought there was some possibility that he was evolved in it, a Malfoy always lie.



‘Dobby.’ A loud crack and Dobby stood in front off him with a big grin and tears in his eyes.



‘Dobby thought something had happened to Harry Potter, you didn’t come back. Dobby is happy that Harry Potter is alive, is Harry Potter harmed?’ He was hugging Harry’s foot, sobbing into his pants.



‘I’m all right Dobby, don’t worry.’



‘You wish to go back to the castle now?’



‘Yes Dobby. But may I ask you another favour?’



‘Anything Harry Potter wants.’



‘Can you take me back here tonight?’ Dobby had not waited that request.



‘Why do Harry Potter wish to come back here? Dobby doesn’t want to talk bad about his old family but they are evil. You came back, you should want to relax. If they catch you again maybe they won’t let you go, Lucius Malfoy has done bad things with intruders, Dobby remembers everything.’



‘I don’t intend to get caught, I want to see Draco Malfoy, he won’t do anything like that to me.’



‘Dobby knows, young master Malfoy is good inside, that is why he had a hard time at home.’



‘What do you mean Dobby?’



I don’t think Dobby is allowed to tell.’



‘Dobby, please, I need to know. I want to help him and if I don’t know what happened then I won’t be able to help, and then I’m stuck at the same place like before.’ Dobby didn’t look up at Harry, his loyalty was still at the Malfoy’s even how free he might be.



‘You promise you only want to help him?’ Harry nodded; Dobby had apparently thought through what could be the best thing for his ex master’s son. ‘So many meetings with the Death Eaters, and so many days in pain for young Malfoy. He is not the same as his father, and they made fun of him, and punished him.’



‘Did his father do anything to him?’



‘Old master did, but it was the best, he always made up for it later. Sometimes he was to late and the other Death Eaters punished Draco Malfoy.’



‘What did they do to him?’



‘Dobby don’t want to tell, Dobby don’t wish to remember. Dobby took care of poor young Malfoy so many times; only bad memories. Come, lets go back to the castle, the Malfoy mansion has so many bad memories, makes Dobby cry.’ Dobby was whipping his nose before he took Harry’s hand and apparate back to the castle.