Unexpected Things

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling and I don't make money from writing this fic. Danyealle helped editing this chapter. Thanks a lot for her help. Contain spoiler from Philosopher Stone to Deathly Hallows so if you haven’t read one of the book from Harry Potter series you have been warned.


Unexpected Things

Chapter XI

Harry turned over in his bed. He couldn’t get asleep. His mind kept wandering back to the previous event. After his rather harsh words towards Lucius, he once again bid the man good night and closed the door in Lucius’ face, who hadn’t recovered yet from his shock at Harry’s blatant refusal. Harry was positive that no one ever refused Lucius’ approach before. So that must have come as a blow to his pride. But, then again, Lucius seemed to forget that he was not one of his toys or his mistresses.

And, with that, came another problem. He had never meant to become attracted to Lucius. His plan was simple… Seduced Lucius, get Bellatrix’s location, then catch and tossed her to Azkaban, along with the man himself. He didn’t count on the fact that Lucius actually tuned out to be a very charming man with a vast knowledge. He also didn’t think that he would enjoy their banter.

Lucius knew of his plan, of course. And Harry was aware that the blond man knew that he knew about it. Now, he was trying to seduce Lucius and the blond was doing the same to him. Who would give up first? But when it came to this, he was only a seventeen year old boy and only dated Cho briefly. Mind you, the first and only kiss he had was with Cho and that wasn’t a pleasant experience for him because at that time she was crying. The second kiss he had was with Lucius last night and he had to admit that it was great for him. What could he say? Lucius was a very experience man. Harry sighed. Well, he would see how this turned out later. Right now, he had to sleep because he was going to be returning to London tomorrow.


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One week before they went back to Hogwarts, Hermione came to join them at the Burrow. She looked very tan, the result of sunbathing at Kuta beach during her holiday. She also had a lot of interesting stories to tell. After she finished telling hers, it was Harry turn to relay his story about his trip to Switzerland to her.

“Holiday was great,” Harry concluded, patting Snuffles head as they were talking. Luckily, Crooshanks and Snuffles got along well. Harry thought maybe because Snuffles reminded the cat about Padfoot.

“Are you going to bring him to Hogwarts?” Ron asked.

“Yeah,” Harry answered.

“Did you buy it Harry? Hermione asked curiously.

“He got it for his birthday present,” Ron was the one who answered. “Maybe from his mysterious admirer.” The red head said, snickering at the thought.

Hermione, however, narrowed her eyes. As soon as Ron left the room, he went to get the muffin his mother was baking, she cornered him.

“Well, Harry?” she regarded him with her head on one side.

“Well what?” he asked innocently.

“First he gave you Wormtail and now he gave you this?” she demanded.

“So?” he replied with careful nonchalance.

“Don’t insult my intelligence Harry,” Hermione said. “If I didn’t know better and, if these things come from someone else, I would say that they’re trying to woo you.”

“I assure you Hermione that he definitely isn’t trying to woo me,” Harry replied although a small part of him questioned that statement. Because, he felt, what Hermione said was true. If these came from someone else, not Lucius Malfoy, Harry might think the same way. But this was Lucius they’re talking about. The man always had hidden agenda. And this time, Harry knew that they were only the part of their game. “But, is it so bad if it’s true?” he dared to ask her opinion.

“What?!”

Harry laughed at the horrified expression on her face.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“He isn’t so bad actually,” he said with a shrug, “when he isn’t being Voldemort’s follower.’

“We’re talking about the same person here, right Harry?” she said sarcastically.

“Very much so,” he sighed. He knew that he could discuss this with Hermione who was always calm and thought rationally. “Listen, this isn’t the right place to tell you this but I will tell you all about this later, okay.”

“Fine. But Harry…do be careful okay? I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I will try my best.” He replied.

“Harry!” She huffed.

“Oh come on Hermione,” he said, joking with her. “You know that trouble always come to find me.”

“Hey!” Ron had just come back from the kitchen, carrying muffins with him. He tossed one to Harry and one to Hermione.

“Honestly Ron,” Hermione said, ready to lecture him about his treatment to the food.

‘Hey, I just remembered now.” Harry said suddenly, “Now that you’re both here I could give you the souvenirs I bought in Zurich.”

He had told Ron that he was going to give them the souvenirs once Hermione arrived and was very adamant about his decision no matter how much Ron begged to get his first. So it could be understood that Ron was very excited hearing his.

“Wait a second, okay.” He got up from his bed and pulled the paper bags from under his bed.

“Here, this is for you,” he said. He had bought three bottomless bags for himself, Ron, and Hermione. The bag also had been charmed to stay light no matter how much things they put inside it. It was really expensive but Harry thought that it was worth it.

“Wow. Thank you Harry,” Hermione said happily. “Now I can put my books in here, as many as I want.”

Ron looked disgusted by her statement however. “Is there nothing else in your mind aside from books Hermione?”

“There is nothing wrong with books Ronald Weasley.”

Deciding to intervene before they could start one of their famous arguments again, he hurriedly said, “And I also bought some famous Swiss chocolate for you guys.”

Harry swore that Ron was looking at his box of praline chocolate with starry eyes.

“Hermione,” he turned to the girl. “You’re a Head Girl this year, right?”

“Yes,” she replied.

“Well, our Harry here is a Head Boy,” Ron said.

“Really? I knew it!” she exclaimed enthusiastically. “Oh Harry now you have two responsibilities, being Gryffindor Quidditch Captain and Head Boy, not to mention that we’re going to have NEWT this year.”

He and Ron groaned simultaneously at Hermione favorite’s subject.

“But don’t worry, I have made timetable for us so we can start studying from now.”

“What?” Ron said incredulously. “School hasn’t even begun yet and you already made timetable for us? That’s insane.”

She scowled at him. “Our NEWT scores determines our future Ron. And you too Harry, you have to study hard since you want to become Auror.” She said, like someone articulating an article of faith.

“Yes Hermione,” he said obediently. He knew better than to argue with her when she was in the middle of one of her lectures.


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Two days before the new school year started, he, Ron and Hermione plus Ginny planned to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies. They would be accompanied by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley especially was very adamant about their safety. She believed that the Death Eaters only stopped their attacks to lure them in a false sense of security and would attack them once they had opportunity.

Ron snickered at this. “Mum,” he said, “do you really believe that Bellatrix Lestrange will hide behind the bookshelf at Flourish and Blotts, waiting to attack Harry?”

Mrs. Weasley narrowed her eyes dangerously. “If you think that this is a joke young man you can stay at home while I buy your school supplies.” She snapped angrily.

“What?! No!” Ron protested vehemently. “I want to visit Fred and George’s shop!”

“Then keep your idea for your self before I decide that you’re not mature enough to join us,” Mrs. Weasley said.

Ron, Harry noticed, was very careful not to say anything during the breakfast, afraid that he may invoke his mother wrath. Speaking of Fred and George anyway…Harry actually never went to their shop before. Last year, because of Death Eaters attacks, he and his friends weren’t allowed to go anywhere. He did know that the shop was a great success if the amount of money deposited to his Gringotts account monthly and the new diamond necklace Mrs. Weasley got from the twins at Christmas were any indication. Fred and George had insisted that since they used Harry’s money to start their business then it meant he was one of the shareholders, therefore had a right for the shop’s profit.

After breakfast, they were ready to go to Diagon Alley. Ministry’s car already waiting for them in front of the Burrow when left the house. The journey to Leaky Cauldron was peaceful. When they arrived there, they found out that Hagrid was already waiting in front of the inn.

“Harry!” Hagrid exclaimed happily when he saw him and engulfed him in his bone-crushing hug. “How are you?”

“Urgh! I’m fine Hagrid,” he said, finally free from the hug.

“Happy to see you again!’ the half giant said. “Buckbeack… I mean Weatherwings is fine too. He’s happy that he can fly in the open air now.”

“Glad to hear that,” he replied, grinning. After he became the legal heir to Sirius, he decided that Buckbeak should stay with Hagrid.

After a few words exchanges, Hagrid lead them to Diagon Alley. The alley was crowded with people and children from Hogwarts accompanied by their parents. Some of them began to stare and point at Harry. A few even began approaching him. He had begun to feel very uncomfortable. Harry hated being the center of attention like this. Thankfully, Hagrid managed to shoo them away.

Their first stop was Gringotts. Since they all couldn’t fit into one cart, Harry and Hermione would use one cart while the Weasleys were in another. For Hermione, this was actually her first time to visit the vault in Gringotts using a cart. As a muggle born, her family didn’t have account at Gringotts and they came there only to change their muggle money into wizarding one.

“Whoa.” Harry exclaimed. He almost didn’t believe what he saw in his vault. The mountain of gold in the entire room as big as Quidditch field. Did he enter the right vault?

“The last time I went here it isn’t as much as this,” he said in wonder.

“Harry,” Hermione began her lecture. “Wizard and witch underage can not access all of their fortune. They could only access a small amount of money to support their daily needs even though some of the daily needs the upper class of wizarding family can actually cost a fortune. The rules are made after some heir and heiress of wealthy family squandered their family fortune and went bankrupt even before they reached their seventeenth birthday.”

He nodded his head. That made sense. He could imagine Malfoy Junior throwing money around.

After Gringotts, they went to apothecary to buy supplies for their potion class, except Ron who didn’t have potions anymore, much to the red heads relief. Then they went to Eeylops Owl Emporium to buy owl peanuts for Hedwig and Pigwidgeon. Their next stop was Weasley Wizard Wheezes, Fred and George’s joke shop.

“Whoa!” Ron said, stopped dead on his track. Harry turned to the source of Ron’s fascination and almost didn’t believe what he saw. On the shop’s window there was a giant poster, it was the words written on it that caught their attention.

"WHY ARE YOU WORRYING ABOUT YOU-KNOW-WHO?
YOU SHOULD BE WORRYING ABOUT U-NO-POO
THE CONSTIPATION SENSATION THAT'S GRIPPING THE NATION!"

“They’re going to be killed in their sleep!” Mrs. Weasley moaned in distress.

Harry began laughing. Fred and George were geniuses to have come with such a slogan. Ron and Ginny also laughed out loud, and even Hermione's mouth twitched a bit in a smile. Mr. Weasley tried to look indifferent in fear of his wife but failed quite spectacularly.

The shop was full of customer so Harry, Ron, and Hermione inspected the products sold there by themselves. Ginny and Mrs. Weasley were looking at Pygmy Puffs meanwhile Mr. Weasley was busy with muggle magic trick.

“Oh no!” Ron suddenly said. “I forgot to buy my robe!”

“Well, we could go now.” Hermione suggested. “We still have time.”

“Better tell Mrs. Weasley first.” Harry said.

Ron told his mother that they’re going to Madam Malkin to buy formal robe since his robe was too short. Over the summer, his friend had another growth spurt that actually made Harry quite jealous. He wasn’t short anyway but still it would be nice if he got a bit taller. Mrs. Weasley then forced them to go with Hagrid and making them promise not to wander around. Ron, wisely, kept his mouth shut this time.

“Well, I’m going to wait outside, okay.” Hagrid said after they arrived in front of Madam Malkin. Wise decision since Harry wasn’t sure how Hagrid was going to fit into the store.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the shop and stopped in their track, for they were seeing none other than Draco Malfoy there. Malfoy, who noticed other presences in the shop, turned around and when he saw them, and sneered.

“Saint Potter and his ever faithful sidekicks,” the blond said, looking at them condescendingly.

“Shut up you ferret!” Ron snapped.

Harry however was calm. “Really Malfoy,” he said. “Is that a way to greet me?” he asked.

“What? Do you expect me to bow to the Chosen One?” Malfoy drawled.

“Not really,” Harry replied. “But as I recall you mother was a Black before she married your father therefore making you half a Black. And as everyone knows, I am the Head of Black Family now, so show some respects to you elder will you. Or, has daddy dearest never taught you a manner?”

Ron laughed at this. “Way to go Harry!”

“You!” Malfoy had gone red in anger. He took out his wand and held it in threatening manner towards Harry.

In response, Harry and Rom took out their wand too.

“Harry! Ron! No!” Hermione protested.

“Yes. Listen to the mudblood Potter, Weasel!” Apparently Malfoy had forgotten all about his father order to not to disturb him.

“Please cease this.” Madam Malkin showed up from behind the shelf, clearly worried about their argument in her shop. “Lady Malfoy, please.”

And from behind her, Narcissa Malfoy appeared. Even though she was pale and blond, Harry could see the similarity between her and her sisters, Bellatrix and Andromeda. She was dressed in blue with matching necklace and earrings adorned by sapphire that cost a fortune. Definitely a woman who came from high class background and with a husband who apparently allowed her to spend as much as she want in her shopping sphere.

“What is it Draco?” she looked around her and stopped at Harry and Ron. “Lower you wand,” she ordered them coldly. “If you attack my son I will make it sure that you both will pay for it.”

“Oh really?” Harry said, challenging her. The knowledge that she was the one who hid Bellatrix made Harry quite upset. He knew that if it weren’t for his wife, Lucius Malfoy wouldn’t give a damn about what was going to happen to Bellatrix. “And what are you going to do? Asking your dear sister Bellatrix to attack us? Meeting her secretly, don’t you?” he said mockingly.

“Mr. Potter!” Madam Malkin half screamed at him. “Please don’t say that.” She said, worried about the war that was happening.

“Harry,” Hermione tugged his hand, trying to calm him. “Just stop, we could get into trouble you know.”

Narcissa smiled coldly. “Be careful Potter. Dumbledore isn’t always there to protect you.”

Harry looked around him. “Well, he isn’t here now. Why don’t you try it? So you can join your sister as a wanted criminal.”

“Don’t you dare insult my mother, Potter!” Malfoy spat angrily.

“We all know that she’s hiding in your house,” Harry continued, ignoring Malfoy.

“It is fine Draco,” she stared at Harry. “You might disown Bella but we’re a Black by blood, unlike you.” She turned at her son. “Come Draco. After I know what kind of trash who shops here,” her eyes looked at Hermione briefly, “we better shop at Twilfitt and Tattings.”

“Yes Mother.”

At the door, Narcissa paused and said, “I don’t need Black fortune so don’t waste your breath threatening me. And Potter, you will join Sirius sooner than I join my sister.” Then she left the shop together with her son.

Harry, who was angry because she insulted Sirius, couldn’t help himself.

“Mrs. Malfoy!” He called after her.

Narcissa and Malfoy both stopped and turned back to look at him.

“Squandering your husband’s money for shopping, aren’t you?” he said, smirking. “Well, do enjoy being Lady Malfoy while you can.”

Author’s Note:


Hi again. Some parts of the story I got from Half Blood Prince and the Deathly Hallows. I’m working on the next chapter but if I don’t post it before October then it means I’m going to update at November. I’m going to have capital market exam at the end of October so I probably will spend my time studying all those financial and investment theories.

I couldn’t help myself writing that scene with Harry and Narcissa and his threat. One is his wife and the one is… well, you know what I mean. And thanks to you who reviewed for my story. I can read it again and again. And don’t worry, Lucius will appear on the next chapter. And Harry will be a little bit aggressive. They’re going to talk and to kiss.

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