Unexpected Things

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling. Danyealle helps edited this chapter. Thanks a lot for her tremendeous help. The story contains 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 and don’t blame me later, okay.

Unexpected Things

Chapter XVI

Lucius Malfoy was seething furiously although nobody, except maybe those closest to him, would notice it. He couldn’t believe that the teen had outsmarted him, again. Slytherin locket. Potter had it. And it was hanging there, on Potter’s neck. He was very tempted to wring that said neck right now to vent his anger.


Potter had tricked him into getting the cup while not mentioning anything at all about the locket. Why? Because everyone with a brain knew that he probably would stop at nothing to posses the artifact. For pureblood like him, an artifact that once belonged to Slytherin meant almost anything. Not to mention the power he could have if everyone in the wizarding world knew that he had the locket.


Then Potter started talking in Parseltongue. Lucius had heard the Dark Lord used the snake language countless time but this was the first time he heard the teen using it. And it was different from Voldemort. It was as if Potter were weaving spell around him. A spell that gave him an urge to do things to the teen.


He quickly regained his control because the teen now seemed to be suspicious. Potter said that he was the master of the locket because he was the only Parselmouth remaining. Lucius would find a way to posses it. The locket would be the crowning jewel of all magical items the Malfoys possessed. None of the dark artifacts he had in his drawing room could compete with it.


“Potter,” he began. “What did you say about my drawing room?”


The teen who was still seated on his lap due to the make out session they had earlier looked confused for a moment before his face cleared in understanding. “I said that you have dark artifacts hidden in your drawing room.” Then he grinned. “Ever wondered who gave the suggestion to raid your house?”


“It was you,” he said. “Do you have any list of whatever mischief you have gotten into past these years?”

Potter laughed at that. “The list would be too long,” the teen had the audacity to say.


“And how did you find out about the room?”


Potter looked at him and sighed. “From your son. Technically, he thought he was telling Crabbe and Goyle. Although from the way he spoke, I wouldn’t be surprised at all if he already told the entire Slytherin House. He had a bragging habit you know.”


Lucius definitely had to talk with his son. Didn’t the boy know about secrecy at all? Spouting family secret to Crabbe and Goyle of all people… Had Draco lost his mind?
Crabbe and Goyle were not Draco’s friend. They’re more like his goons and followed him because of his order, much like their fathers who also followed Lucius. And Lucius knew better than to trust them with anything important. He knew that they followed him only because he was rich and powerful also because he was Voldemort’s right hand. The second they had chance they would stab him in the back. Draco seemed have to forgetten this. It would do well to remind his son of the fact.


“About how Malfoy this…Malfoy that…” Potter continued.


And Lucius would cure his son of that habit. He looked once again at the locket that hung around Potter’s neck and raised his hand to touch it. The metal was cold against his skin but he could feel the ancient magic pulsing from it. Lucius inwardly smirked. Parselmouth or no…he would have the locket. He was certain of that.

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Harry decided to tell Ron and Hermione about the cup. Of course, he had to edit his story here and there.


“So, Lucius Malfoy took the cup from Bellatrix’s vault for you?” Ron asked disbelievingly. “Are we talking about the same person here?”


“He thought it was Ravenclaw’s diadem that was kept there,” Harry corrected.


“What?”


“Well,” he began nervously. “I usually talk to him after class and there was that one month detention I had with him too. So, I slowly began talking to him about what a big liar Voldemort is. It started from there.”


“Blimey Harry!” Ron exclaimed. “He could have killed you secretly you know!”


Hermione snorted. “I doubt that very much Ron.”


“Tell that to Quirell, Crouch Junior and,” Ron brightened at this, “Lockhart.”


Hermione shot him a nasty glare before turning her attention back to Harry. “Continue your story Harry.” She urged him.


“You know how Malfoys are,” Harry continued. “They all act as if they’re a king or something…”


Ron nodded vehemently, agreeing with Harry’s opinion.


“No matter what Lucius Malfoy thinks about pureblood supremacy and all. He isn’t too happy to bow to a crazy man. So it isn’t that hard to convince him.”


“And what is the reward Harry?” Hermione asked.


“The reward?” Ron echoed.


Hermione rolled her eyes. “Honestly Ron. Haven’t you heard that there is no free lunch? You don’t seriously think that Malfoy would go willingly to Gringotts, risking his life if he was caught, only to help Harry out of his kindness do you?”


“I sort of give the cup to him,” he mumbled out.


“What?” Ron shouted. Luckily, they were in Harry’s head boy room so they could talk freely without any fear if someone were to eavesdrop on them.


“I figured that out,” that came from Hermione.


“I told him that it was either the cup or the diadem. His mind of course went to diadem directly.” Harry said. “And I need his help.”


“Well, I suppose he couldn’t do much with the cup anyway,” Hermione said, looking calmer than before.


Ron laughed at that. “Maybe Malfoy could try to change water into rum. Seamus has been trying to do that for ages!”


Harry snickered at this. The image was too funny for him.


Hermione on the other hand was busy thinking. “So that means there are only two Horcruxes remaining: the diadem and Nagini.”


“Do you know what the diadem look like?” Harry asked curiously.


“No, but we can find out in the library,”” she replied determinedly.


Ron groaned. “Now? But I’m tired,” he whined. “Please Hermione…”


Hermione’s eyes softened a bit. “Fine,” she relented. “We will go to library after class tomorrow. And there will be no complaints. Do you hear me?”


“Yes Ma’am!” Ron saluted.


Harry smiled while he watched them. He secretly hoped that Ron and Hermione would admit their feeling to each other and ended this drama.


“Good,” Hermione said in satisfaction. “Now, have you both done your charms homework? It’s due for tomorrow class,” she reminded them.


“Hermione! Noooooo,” Ron wailed.


Harry laughed at the red head misfortune and soon three of them were laughing at the whole situation.

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The next day Harry found himself in the library with Ron and overly enthusiastic Hermione, who apparently thought of this task as a challenge for her and Hogwarts library.


“Well go on,” she urged them.


Harry reached over the table to grab one of the books she had put there. Ron mirrored his action with great difficulty.


Ron grumbled. “There is no picture of Ravenclaw’s diadem in this book. How could we find out what the diadem looks like?”


“You could always see it in our common room,” came a dreamy voice.


“Luna!” Ron turned around. “You surprised me.”


“What do you mean by that?” Hermione asked.


“We have a statue of Rowena Ravenclaw in our common room. She’s wearing her diadem,” Luna replied.


“Could you show us that?” Harry asked eagerly.

“Sure,” Luna answered.


So she led them to Ravenclaw dorm which was located on the west side of the school. Unlike the other common rooms in the school, a logical riddle given by a bronze eagle-shaped knocker must be answered to enter. Harry thought that this could prove troublesome as anyone with enough intellect could intrude into the dormitory.


Four of them entered the common room. Many students looked at them curiously, wondering what three Gryffindors were doing in their place even though nobody questioned them.


Harry looked around him. The Ravenclaw common room was in one of the castle's towers and was wide and circular. It had graceful arched windows and the walls were hung with blue and bronze silks. The domed ceiling was painted with stars, which were echoed in the midnight-blue carpet. Tables, chairs, and bookcases covered the expanse of the floor and a white-marble statue of Rowena Ravenclaw, wearing her diadem, sat next to the door that lead to the dormitories above.


“So that is it,” Ron said, staring at the diadem. “What’s next?”


“Well,” Hermione answered, “now that we know what is it looks like, the next step is to find out where it’s hidden.”


Three of them said thanks to Luna before they left the tower.


"You know, she's grown on me, Luna. I know she's insane, but it's in a good way.” Ron commented.


“I like her,” Harry said. And it was true.


“Now, we’re going to see Grey Lady,” Hermione announced suddenly.


“What?” Harry asked.


“Why?” Ron questioned.


“We have to know if Voldemort truly has it and who is better to ask than the ghost of Ravenclaw who has been here since Hogwarts was founded?”


“She is that old?” Ron asked.


Hermione gave him an annoyed look.


So, three of them went to search for Grey Lady. At first, she didn’t want to help them at all but after Harry and Hermione persuaded her, she finally told them about who she really was. It turned out that she was Helena Ravenclaw, the daughter of Rowena Ravenclaw herself.


She was envious of her mother's cleverness and importance, so she stole her diadem, believing the item could help her become wise enough to accomplish her goals. Not even her mother admitted to others that the diadem was gone. Then she went into hiding in Albania. It was a dying Rowena Ravenclaw's wish to see her daughter again and so sent the Bloody Baron to look for her, knowing that he would not rest until he brought her back. However, she refused to come with him and in a moment of blind rage, he killed her with a single stab wound to her chest. Overcome with remorse, the Bloody Baron killed himself using the same weapon in turn.


Most importantly, she told them about one charming boy who, during his day as a Hogwarts student, managed to charm the story out of her. The boy who, in future, would call himself Lord Voldemort and cause terror in the entire England wizarding world.


“I think I know where Voldemort hide it,” Harry said suddenly, surprising both his best friends.


“You do? Where?” Ron asked.


“Room of Requirement…Tom came back to Hogwarts to apply for DADA teacher post. He must have hidden it there.”

It was true. They found the diadem there.


Professor Dumbledore was surprised to see them but he was happy nonetheless that they managed to destroy another Horcrux.


“This is Hermione’s idea Sir,” Harry explained.


“Well done Miss Granger,” Dumbledore said, eyes twinkling madly. “Well…to your contribution. How about ten points to Gryffindor to each of you and extra ten points to Miss Granger.”

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“We destroyed the Horcrux contained in Ravenclaw diadem,” Harry told Lucius the next time they met.


“And where is it now?” Lucius asked.


The man had such a single mind when it came to this, Harry thought. “In headmaster’s office. After all it belongs to Hogwarts.” He replied. “Say, do you know where Nagini is now?“


Lucius stared at him for a while, as if analyzing the whole situation. “I shall look into it,” the man replied. His voice was just as serious as his expression, an elegant aristocratic drawl. It was the voice of a man who gave orders all day and who expected those orders to be carried out exactly as they had been given. Harry expected nothing less from Lucius actually. And, for him, this was a part of Lucius’ charm.


“Thank you,” Harry said and leaned forward to kiss Lucius.

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Harry watched in satisfaction as Neville, after an intense duel with Parvati, managed to defeat her. Among DA members, Neville was the one who had the best development. It was so different from when he first met the teen on Hogwarts Express years ago. In the other part of the stadium, he smiled when he saw Hermione managed to knock Ron off of his feet. She was good in dueling actually.


It was his turn the next and, much to his chagrin, he had to duel Malfoy. He was reminded about his duel with Malfoy on his second year. It ended badly when the whole school found out he was a Parselmouth. He truly hoped that this would not end in the same way. Unfortunately, his hope was crushed.


He was winning of course, and after his spell send Malfoy to the floor he couldn’t help but thinking about his fourth year when that fake Moody transfigured the blond into ferret.


Snickering at the memory, he didn’t notice that Malfoy already got up from the floor and threw a nasty hex at him. Harry quickly deflected the curse and attacked back. Red light appeared from his wand to Malfoy’s body. There was a white smoke and Harry could see a white ferret on the middle of it.


Harry paled instantly. “Finite Incantatem!” he yelled. The next moment, Malfoy was already on his human form and because the thick smoke earlier, other students didn’t notice his transformation. They only thought that he defeated Malfoy. However, the furious expression on Lucius’ face told Harry that he was in big trouble now. He didn’t mean to do it. It just sort of happened. He knew better than to let his imagination run wild at crucial moment like this. Someone could get hurt if he wasn’t being careful and Harry didn’t want that to happen. Even to Malfoy.


Just looking at what happened at transfiguration class and now…Harry shuddered to think what Professor McGonagall would say when she found out about this.


“Do you have any idea to what you have just done Potter?” Lucius hissed at him in the coldest tone of voice Harry ever heard Lucius to use. “Do you know the consequences of that spell if it went wrong?”


“I didn’t mean to do it,” Harry replied miserably. “It just happened.”


Lucius ignored him. “One hundred points from Gryffindor and one month detention.”


When Harry was lectured, Draco Malfoy looked at the teen with hatred. He had never been humiliated before in his life. Sure, Crouch Junior had transfigured him into ferret but he was Death Eater in disguise, doing his job to finish Potter off. And he was dead anyway.


But Potter… Draco didn’t care that none of his classmates saw how Potter transfigured him into ferret. His father did and that was more than enough for him. What would his father think of him? What would his father say to him if he didn’t retaliate against Potter? How dare Potter do this to him? His father had even lectured him a few times because of things that had happened.


Anger swept over him, replacing his embarrassment earlier. Potter would pay for this. A spell his father once told him flashed on him mind. The spell that was created especially for an enemy.


Potter walked out the stadium, apparently, the lecture was over. But Draco wasn’t done with him yet.


“Potter!” he yelled.


Potter turned to look at him.


Draco smirked at him, raised his wand and yelled. “Sectumsempra!”




Author’s Note:

Hi all. First thanks to you who reviewed and answered my question about Lucius and Snape duel. But I still want to ask do you think Snape is Lucius’ friend or only someone he could call ally because Snape is useful for him? I think that Snape was close Lucius because of spying job. Well, the only true friend he had was Lily.


And don’t worry Harry would be fine. He would only have a gash maybe from Malyfoy spell. I know Snape created it but let say that Lucius ever seen him used it and thought it was a fine spell. Like Remus said, spells come and go every era. There are only three of four chapter lefts in this story so I have been working on my next story. I have two main ideas now. One of them is completely AU since Sirius and Remus raised Harry since he was child.


Do you have any idea of story anyway? Anything is fine by me.