Unexpected Things

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling and I don't make money from writing this story. This chapter is edited by Danyealle. Thanks a lot for her tremendous 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 I


Ron was still chuckling the whole way as they walked back to Weasley Wizarding Wheezes. “I can’t believe you told Malfoy to show you some respect Harry,” he said, snickering at the memory.

“Actually, Harry can do that since he’s a Head of Black family legally and Malfoy is the only male of Black family through his mother,” Hermione, ever the rational one, explained.

“But still, it’s great,” Ron replied.

He merely shrugged.

When they arrived at the shop, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were already waiting for them. In Ginny’s hand, there was Pygmy Puff she got from the twins.

“I named him Arnold,” the girl said.

“First Pigwidgeon and now Arnold,” Ron muttered in disgust. Apparently, he hadn’t forgotten the fact that it was Ginny who named his owl with such a cute and girlish name, in his opinion of course.

Fred and George gave Harry a big paper bag full of their products for free. He tried to protest but had no success.

They however demanded payment from Ron when the red head wanted to take some of their stuff. “All of these cost six Galleon,” Fred told him.

“But I am your brother!” Ron protested.

“Sorry little brother-“ Fred said.

“But business is business.” George continued.

“But you gave Pygmy Puff for Ginny for free!” Ron tried to argue.

“Well, she is our dear little sister.” They replied in unison. “So a bit dispensation there.”

“Urgh!” Ron said, muttering about the injustice in the world under his breath and Harry only managed to calm him down after promising that he would share what they gave him.

After that, they went to Florean Fortescue’s for lunch. Florean himself, after recognizing Harry, treated him with a giant portion of chocolate and pistachio ice cream. His size of bowl was only matched by Hagrid’s. The man also gave him a mountain of chicken sandwiches on a plate.

Their last destination in Diagon Alley was Flourish and Blotts to get their school books. Each of them went separate way and returned later with an arm of books to join Mr. and Mrs. Weasley on the cashier. There were many students and parents there so the place was quite crowded. Mrs. Weasley then ordered them to wait near the exit. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny just were halfway to the exit when two people descended from the stairs.

“We will send the books to Malfoy Manor, Lady Malfoy,” the shop manager said behind them, clearly trying to please his customers.

Harry couldn’t believe his eyes. Why on earth he had to meet Narcissa Malfoy and her son again in here? He was still contemplating his luck when the door opened and Lucius Malfoy stepped in.

“Father!” Malfoy was the first to approach Lucius with Narcissa right behind him.

Lucius too had noticed their presence there. He approached Harry with sure, arrogant steps and stopped in front of him.

“Father. He-“ Whatever Malfoy wanted to say was cut off as his father turned to look at him.

“Be nice Draco.” Lucius said coldly. His son promptly shut his mouth and didn’t dare to utter even a single word. Harry still remembered when he was trapped in Borgin and Burkes years ago, Lucius, at that time, also didn’t hesitate at all to scold his son in front of public.

The man in question turned to look at him sharply. There was no change whatsoever in his facial features. It was hard to believe this was the same man who kissed him passionately few weeks ago.
“Lucius,” Mr. Weasley interrupted them. He and Mrs. Weasley had finished paying for their books and had come to see what this commotion all about was.

“Arthur…” Lucius sneered in disgust.

Harry glared at Lucius, daring him to say anything degrading about the Weasleys. He was reminded about his second year when Mr. Weasley punched Lucius in the face after the blond insulted him and the two of them started fighting in the middle of the shop. Definitely not the very image of the cold, arrogant and heartless man Lucius portrayed to the public.

Mr. Weasley had moved to stand in front of Ginny, shielding her from Lucius’ eyes. His action was quite understandable since it was Lucius who gave Ginny the deathly diary.

“Do calm down Arthur,” Lucius drawled. “I wouldn’t try to do anything to your precious daughter.”

Mr. Weasley growled at hearing those words. Mrs. Weasley meanwhile tightened her grip on her husband’s arm. As much as she hated Lucius, she knew that it wasn’t wise to provoke the man. Even though Fudge had been fired, Lucius still had a lot of important figures still in the ministry firmly in his palm. Lucius could create disaster for Arthur in the ministry if he wished so.

“Mr. Potter and Miss. Granger,” Lucius said the next. “The new Head Boy and Head Girl, both from Gryffindor,” he drawled in distaste. “Such favoritism from Dumbledore.”

Then he straightened back and said frostily, “Come Narcissa, Draco. There’s no need to bear with their presence any longer.”

After giving Harry hateful look, Lucius left the bookstore together with his wife and his son. Harry had to admit that three of them looked very alike. They were pale, blond, and tall.

His musings was cut off by Ron’s grumbling. “Arrogant family,” the redhead said.

Hermione nodded her head in agreement but kept stealing glances at him. Harry knew she was itching to scold him for his words towards Narcissa Malfoy.

“What were you thinking?” Hermione demanded when they’re alone.

“She started it!” he argued back.

“Do enjoy being Lady Malfoy while you can.” she repeated exasperatedly. “She could run back to her husband, and you could get into trouble for it.”

At Harry’s glare, she relented. “I admit that she shouldn’t insult Sirius and it was Malfoy who started it but Harry, you shouldn’t let them goaded you. Remember Umbridge and our fifth year?”

He sighed. “I know Hermione but that’s different. What could Narcissa do to me anyway?”

She narrowed her eyes. “She could do many things I assume. Her sister and her husband could, remember?”

“Bellatrix is on the run and I actually am waiting for her to show up so the Auror could catch him. As for Lucius,” he shrugged. “I don’t think Lucius would do something that could possibly endanger his position now.”

Hermione was about to argue with him but after seeing his stubborn look, she only sighed and let the topic go.

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"Harry, where’s your head boy badge?" Hermione asked when they’re about to patrol the train for their head boy and head girl’s task.

He quickly searched for the badge inside his bag and found it, much to Hermione’s relief. If he lost it, he knew she wouldn’t let him live it down. He put it on then, together, they left their compartment. Ron bid them goodbye, as he wasn’t a prefect anymore this year, and went back talking to Neville with Luna reading Quibbler sat beside him. Much to Mrs. Weasley delight, this year it was Ginny who got the prefect position. Hermione had told him that once a prefect reached their last year they’re required to return their badge to give them time to study for NEWTs and to give the younger student opportunity to become a prefect.

Having finished with their duty, he told Hermione to get back first as he had something to do and would catch up with her later. That explained why he was standing in front of Lucius’ compartment now.

He knocked the door and opened it.

“Professor,” he greeted the man after closing the door with the strongest locking charm he knew. He wouldn’t have Malfoy Junior or anyone else walked on them.

Lucius looked up from the book he had been reading. “I don’t give you permission to enter my compartment.”

Harry smiled slightly. He had anticipated this. After their meeting at Flourish and Botts, he knew Lucius had a grudge on him for refusing his approach.

“So remove yourself from my presence.” Lucius ordered, eyes glittering with cold fury.

“Someone had a bad mood,” he commented lightly. “Don’t tell me that you’re still mad at me now?”

“I don’t know what you’re babbling about but I don’t appreciate your presence here. So get out now.” Lucius’ voice was a low icy hiss, vicious with suppressed anger

Instead of listening to the man, Harry walked closer and pulled the book Lucius had been reading from his grasp. “Art of Dueling?” he read the title. “Is this book really more interesting than me?”

Having said so, he straddled the man in one quick move and began to kiss him. Lucius didn’t respond first but then the man started kissing back. The older man had his arms around his waist meanwhile he had his arms wrapped around Lucius’ neck. Harry then pulled back, ran out of breath. Lucius seeing this, chose to press hot wet kisses on his neck, rather hungrily if Harry might say. Then the blond pulled back. Harry could see that Lucius’ pale face was flushed in pleasure.

“I recall that someone threatened me not to do anything?” Lucius sarcastically said, much to Harry amazement that he could still talk coherently now. “Or was it only a mere empty words?

“I said that you couldn’t do anything without my permission. However you never said anything about yourself.” He countered. That was quite clever in his opinion. The loophole he made there enable him to do anything he wanted with Lucius only watching, unable to do anything. “I think that’s quite fair.”

“And which part of it that is fair?”

“Well, I’m a seventeen year old boy.” He answered. “You, on the other hand, are a grown man. A very charming and experienced man, if I might say so.”

Lucius raised one perfect eyebrow. “Well, well, well, who would’ve thought that you think so highly of me?”

“I don’t think so. I know so.” He replied serenely.

Lucius glared at him for several long moments without responding. “You are such a tease,” he finally declared. Pure masculine frustration punctuated his words.

“I am not,” he retorted before he captured Lucius’ mouth for a fierce kiss.

And that was how he spent his entire ride to Hogwarts, making out with Lucius Malfoy. Which was truly frightening actually. It was ironic that he didn’t know how to act around girls, which resulted in him breaking up with Cho because of misunderstanding about Hermione, meanwhile he knew perfectly what to say and what to do in front Lucius. Maybe he really had lost it.

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“Urgh!” Ron complained. “We have so many classes this year!” They were in Great Hall for breakfast right now, ready for the first class. Ron began complaining as soon as he took one look on his schedule.

Hermione gave him a withering look as she pulled out her schedule. “Honestly Ron. When are you going to learn that this is our last year?” she emphasized last two words. “We’re going to have NEWTs!”
Harry ignored them. He was used to their infamous argument anyway. So he read his schedule and did a double take.

“Hermione,” he said slowly. “In here we have Defense Against the Dark Arts at Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Why in Friday we’re going to have class together with Slytherin, Hufflepuf, and Ravenclaw?”

That got Ron’s attention. “What did you say?” he checked his own schedule. “Blimey how could this happen?” he asked in wonder.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “We’re going to have Dueling Class at Friday.”

Seeing their look of amazement she said, “What?”

“Dueling class like in our second year?” he asked. His mind kept replaying the scene with Lockhart. He shuddered at that.

“No.” she sighed. “Fifty percent of our DADA NEWTs comes from dueling task we’re going to perform. The examiner will judge us based on our reaction to the spell, our strategy and our choices of spells, jinxes or hexes we use in the duel. Don’t any of you going to read Hogwarts: A History?”

“What for?” that come from Ron. “We have you. You’re like a walking Hogwarts: A History book anyway.”

That obviously was the wrong thing to say. His respond set them into argument once more. Harry’s mind however was already on the dueling class. He was really excited at this. That explained why Lucius read the book about dueling. He couldn’t wait for Friday to come.


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Harry, Ron, and Hermione had just got out of their Charms class when a fifth year student approached him with a letter from Professor Dumbledore.

“He wants to meet later, after dinner.” He said with perplexed look after reading the letter.

“Whatever for?” Ron asked. “I mean you know who is dead, right?”

“But his followers are still at large Ron,” Hermione said. “Maybe he wants to talk to you about that.”

“Maybe,” he said. “Well, I will find it out later, right?” Harry continued as his two best friends shared concerned looks.

At 8.0 p.m Harry stood outside the gargoyle that guarded the headmaster’s office. He muttered the password and the door to the stairs opened. He walked past the statue and on the winding staircase. Outside the office he paused once again before knocking on the door. Prifessor Dumbledore was already seated behind his desk with a friendly smile on his face and his blue eyes holding their usual sparkle

“Good evening Harry,” the Headmaster said warmly.

“Sir,” Harry nodded at him.

It turned out that Professor Dumbledore asked him to view a memories using Pensive. After that, he began a long explanation about Horcruxes.

“Do you know what Horcrux is, Harry?”

He shook his head. With a sinking feeling he knew that this wasn’t good. Whatever Dumbledore was going to tell him, it didn’t bode him well.

“A horcrux is a Dark Magic device created to attain immortality. It’s receptacle in which a Dark wizard has hidden a part of his soul for the purposes of attaining immortality. With part of a wizard's soul thus stored, the wizard becomes immortal so long as the Horcrux remains intact. For this reason, Horcruxes are typically hidden in a safe location. Even if the wizard's body is destroyed, a portion of his soul will remain preserved within the Horcrux. However, the destruction of the creator's body leaves the wizard or witch in a state of half-life, without corporeal form.”

“And Voldemort has these?” he asked, horrified at the thought.

“I have my suspicions but I can only affirm this after I got the memories as you have seen in the Pensive. As far as I know, Tom had managed to create six Horcruxes. The diary you destroyed in your second year, this ring,” Dumbledore paused, pulling his drawer and took out a ring.

Harry recognized the ring instantly. He had seen it in the Pensive before. “The ring belonged to Marvolo Gaunt.” He blurted out.

“You’re correct,” Dumbledore said. “I found it at Gaunts' Shack. It seemed that Tom decided to hide it there, thinking that nobody is going to go there. Of course, he put a deathly curse there that if someone try to wear it they would be cursed to death.”

“And how you destroyed it, Sir?”

Dumbledore gestured behind him. “By using Gryffindor Sword.”

He nodded. Half understanding the things. He was still too shocked about this revelation.

”The third Horcrux is Hufflepuff Cup, the fourth is Slytherin locket, the fifth is Ravenclaw’s diadem and the last is his snake, Nagini. I believe he tried to make the seventh one but was killed before he succeeded to do so. As you can see, all of Tom's deliberately-created Horcruxes were made using objects that had been important or held some sentimental value. Two have been destroyed that means there’re four remain.”

Harry felt sick. He knew the implication of this.

“So, as long as Voldemort’s Horcruxes remains that mean he is alive somewhere out there.” he concluded. “And if someone, whether it’s Bellatrix Lestrange or the other Death Eaters find out about this, they could resurrect him again, right?”

Dumbledore looked at him and this time there was no twinkle in his blue eyes. “I’m afraid so, my boy.”


Author’s Note:

Like I have said before, I’m going to post the next update at November if I get too busy with studying for my capital market exam.

If you think that Harry’s respond when Lucius kissed him is outrageous wait until you hear Harry’s respond when Lucius tried to bed him. ^ ^ I’m not going to make them do more than kissing because they’re in Hogwarts anyway.

Dueling class is the only way I came to so Harry could master the Elder Wand from Dumbledore. A simple expeliarmus would do anyway.

Once again. Please review okay. I really love getting review and could spend my time read it again and again. And thanks to you who have reviewed. I know that actually there are only a few people who review my story and kept doing so for each chapter. And yes I actually click to find out.

So maybe you could give suggestion to scene that you want to happen, well, for example maybe romantic dinner or scene in the class, if I can insert it in the story and it doesn’t bother the entire storyline I will write it for you. And yes I have written entire storyline to the last chapter plus epilog.