My Boy

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Fifteen:

When Harry and I arrive at the Headmaster's office the stone gargoyle jumps out of the way and I suppose the Headmaster has it spelled to let me and Harry in upon our arrival. Quickly we ascend the moving stairs and once we enter the Headmaster's office it is to an angry looking Weasley and Madame Hooch.

"Ah, I'm glad you boys could make it. I had just sent an owl off to find you two, but as you are here now..."

"He's the one who should be in trouble, he's the thief!" Weasley interrupts the Headmaster angrily and I can tell from his tone that what he means to call my boy is whore but he wouldn't dare to in front of the Headmaster.

The Headmaster frowns at the weasel's tirade before raising his hand and silencing him. He then turns his attention once again to Harry and I.

"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Weasley seems to think that Mr. Potter has an item not of his own in his possession. Specifically that of a Malfoy heirloom."

"Headmaster, everything Harry has on his person belongs to him and this so-called heirloom that Mr. Weasley is referring to is nothing more than a gift I bought Harry for his birthday. After all, that is what friends do..."

"Yes, perfectly true, my boy! However, just to be clear I would like to take a look at the ring that Mr. Weasley is referring to. As the Headmaster, it is my duty to insure the safety of Hogwarts' students."

Harry looks at me and I nod my head slightly, giving my boy permission to show the Headmaster the chain that Harry knows is meant only for our eyes. Harry slowly walks up the the Headmaster's desk before stopping a mere inch from the dark wood. My boy reaches up his hands to remove the chain from around his neck but I quickly stop him. "Here, let me," I say rushing up behind my boy. Harry turns his head slightly back in order to smile at me as I unclasp his chain. When I place my boy's chain on the Headmaster's desk for Dumbledore to examine I can barely keep my smirk inside.

The headmaster frowns as he examines the ring and I am glad Harry's slow walk to the Headmaster's desk gave me enough time for the pressure of my nail to pierce the flesh of my thumb. There was absolutely no way that I could whisper a spell without the Headmaster knowing so was forced to use muggle means in order to draw my own blood. Blood which I used to nullify the magic around the ring thus making it ordinary metal and not an heirloom at all. Well, that is until I clear the nearly invisible spot of blood off with an excessively long spell that is more of a chant than not.

The Headmaster forces the frown off his face as he gives Harry back his necklace and as I fasten it around my boy's neck once more I can only thank the paranoia of my ancestors for spelling all of the heirlooms to be immune to assassinations and the like because one drop of Malfoy blood and the thing which makes a Malfoy heirloom powerful--it's magic--would completely disappear. And the only way for said magic to be returned to the heirloom is if the person's whose blood is spillt spells away the blood. The heirloom will recognize the blood's owner and return to it's former state. Yes, I can't help but thank the paranoia of my ancestor's as this long forgotten spell saved many a Malfoy life when the would be killers realized that the Malfoy's need to be alive--and willing--for an outsider to access the magic in a Malfoy heirloom.

"Well," the Headmaster says after a short silence. "Though Mr. Potter's ring is not the heirloom that Mr. Weasley believed it to be, I am curious to the fact that it looks exactly like the ring which Mr. Weasley believed it to be."

"Well, Headmaster, perhaps the design of the ring was a little selfish on my part but as the Malfoy heir I will one day inherit the ring of which we speak and...well, I am an only child after all but I have always longed for a little brother and when I met Harry I thought it would be wonderful if even though we are not brother's in blood, Harry could be the brother of my heart thus I had a ring designed to look exactly like that of my birthright so that Harry and I can be brother's in everything but blood."

Even I am amazed at my acting skills as the Headmaster devours the load of crap that spews forth from my mouth.

"Well," the Headmaster begins again, summoning two chairs or me and Harry to sit in and I suppose we have passed his little test as he is now treating us like guest, serving the both of us tea and crumpets. "Now that that is out of the way lets focus on the altercation between you three. Harry, what exactly happened?"

Harry places his cuppa on the white and gold saucer before recounting the events to the Headmaster. As Harry explains about the weasel attacking me unprovoked I can barely contain my hidden smile. Harry's account of the events are nearly better than what I would have told the Headmaster myself, and the fact that Harry was an outside observer during most of the altercation makes his telling of the events more legitimate than if I or Weasley were to tell it.

The Headmaster listens attentively to Harry as he then goes on to explain about Weasley finding his chain and climbing on a broom, taking it with him in the air. When Harry gets to this part of the narrative Madame Hooch begins to speak. "And this is where I arrived on the quidditch pitch, and Mr. Weasley was indeed in the air unauthorized by myself though he did not have in his possession Mr. Potter's chain; I'm assuming Mr. Weasley dropped it."

"Well," the Headmaster begins again. "As no one was hurt during this incident and Harry is back in possession of his property, I'll give Mr. Weasley two nights of detenti--"

"Headmaster, you can not be serious!" I say hotly though I quickly reign in my emotions. I take a deep breath. "Headmaster," more calmly now. "Not only did Mr. Weasley attack me unprovoked, he hexed Harry, slandered both Harry's and my family's name, took in his possession property not of his own and--"

"Disobeyed a direct order from Madame Hooch who told her class not to mount any brooms because, as the witnesses said, the perpetrator would be expelled faster than they can say 'quidditch.'"

The lemon drop the Headmaster has poised at his lips falls to the top of his desk, hitting the hard wood once, twice, before rolling over to land on the floor. The weasel, whose face was turning a more horrid red than his atrocious hair (due to the fact that the Headmaster silenced him magically he can't speak and clearly it's driving him mad), turns a stark white as he eyes the figure which has just entered the Headmaster's office.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," Madame Hooch gushes. "Has the board of education already received word of an incident involving Harry Potter?"

"No," my father says, cane clanking softly on the ground as he elegantly glides forward. "I received a magical pulse when my son was attacked by a...Weasley."

"Of course, of course," Madame Hooch continues as she summons a chair for my father which is parallel to mine. "Most wizarding families have family spells on their children, especially an heir, to alert them if said child comes in harms way. It is only natural that a most prestigious house such as that of a Malfoy would have a set of spells firmly in place."

"Quite true, Rolanda," Father says as he settles himself into the plush chair. I can see a flush take over Madame Hooch's face as my father purrs out her name. This time I can't hide the smirk that comes over my face and I take Harry's hand in mine, squeezing it softly. With my Father here there is no way that Weasley is going to get away with only a slap on the wrist.

"Now," my Father says, pouring himself a cuppa. "I've heard
of the incident from numerous eye witnesses and based on what my son has told you Mr. Weasley's transgressions deserve more than just two nights of detention."

"Yes," the Headmaster begins rapidly, coming out of his shocked stupor. "I understand completely Mr. Malfoy. However--"

"No, Headmaster, I don't think you understand at all. Mr. Weasley attaked the heir to the Malfoy family and that of the Potters. He slandered both my family's name and Mr. Potter's. Are you even aware that Mr. Weasley called Mr. Potter a whore? No, Headmaster I don't think you understand at all."

"Lucius..."

"Enough," my Father says, standing up from his chair. "I have informed the board of education about what has transpired today and the board decided that if you failed to sufficiently punish the culprit the board would take it up itself to do so. Based on what I heard coming in here, I, Lucius Malfoy, will speak on the behalf of the head of the board: Mr. Weasley, from this day forward, you are expelled from Hogwarts until next year when you can once again attend the school as a first year."

"Mr. Malfoy, this punishment is extremely harsh!"

"But not uncommon. Especially when dealing with heirs. My son and Mr. Potter are heirs. Mr. Weasley is not. Come, Draco, I wish to say goodbye to you properly before I depart."

I nod my head goodbye to the Headmaster, getting great pleasure from the distress present on his face. I whisper goodbye to Harry, assuring my boy that I will meet him for lunch in the Great Hall. I then exit the Headmaster's office, quickly locating my father due to the soft click of his cain.

Tbc...