Complementary

Title: Complementary
Author: rotschopf
Type: FPS
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/ Harry Potter
Disclaimer: nope, still not mine; pity, though...
WARNING: If you haven\'t read Book 5 this story is not for you.
Note: Please review. It\'s my first HP story and I want to know if I do a good job or not.
Note2: Added some details to the Prologue.
luv & hugs, rotschopf the drow

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Chapter 1: The Boy Who Wondered

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\"Harry Potter!\" Vernon Dursley\'s voice reviberated from the walls. \"Get your worthless form down here and cook the breakfast!\"

Harry groaned. It was his fifth summer after he had started Hogwarts that he spent with his muggle relatives. And his uncle was not impressed in the least by Moody\'s threats the ex-Auror had uttered at King\'s Cross station. Life was still hell here and Harry hoped he could get out of here soon.

He yawned. Tired and battered he got up and dressed. He hadn\'t been able to go back to sleep after he had woken from the nightmare. Ht bet been a nightmare at all? Or a vision? But why would Voldemort kill Malfoy\'s wife? A pureblood born and married into powerful bloodlines. Why would Voldemort let Malfoy go so easily? What was the role Voldemort had mentioned? And had Malfoy really been freed by McNair?

Questions, he couldn\'t answer now. Questions, he didn\'t want to answer. Why should he possibly care what happened to the Malfoy family? They were evil, vile, viscious. The younger Malfoy never let a moment pass to insult and taunt Harry and his friends. He had even threatened to kill him for what he\'d done to his father.

Harry snorted. What he had done... It hadn\'t been his fault that Lucius Malfoy had been stupid enough to let his arrogance get better of him and gotten caught in the act as Death Eater. Pride goes before a fall, and if his dream was in fact a vision... Then, pride was all that Malfoy got right now.

He went down to the kitchen. His uncle sat on the table, newspaper in front of him, his thick fingers tapping impatiently against the windowsill.

\"I\'m warning you, boy. If you don\'t start to show a little more gratefulness this summer may come to an end for you quite soon. Now, go and cook the breakfast. And don\'t touch anything.\"

Harry was on the verge of answering that, in order to cook breakfast, he had to touch it when his cousin thundered into the kitchen. Though he was on diet he didn\'t seem to lose any weight at all. Harry suspected that he spent his pocketmoney on sweets and the like whenever he went out with his obnoxious friends to torture the local neighbourhood.

\"Not the git again,\" Dudley groaned. \"Dad, why\'s he making breakfast again? His food tastes funny. Bet he\'s done something to it.\"

Harry stiffened. His relatives theoretically knew he wasn\'t allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts. But that didn\'t kehem hem from punishing him for it whenever Dudley mentioned he could have done something to anything. This time was no exception.

\"I told you not to touch the food,\" Vernon said through gritted teeth before he got up. He dragged Harry out of the kitchen and threw him out of the backdoor. \"Get to work, boy. You won\'t get any meals today.\" He shut the door behind him and left Harry to himself.

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During the day Harry had no time to think. He had to work too quick and too efficient to be able to linger on othhoughoughts than his task at hand. But come the night when Harry was sent to bed without dinner he had time to think. He laid down, exhausted, closing his eyes for a moment. His first thought was about his dead godfather. And with the thought came the feeling of guilt. He often wondered if everything would have happened the way it had if he had mastered Occlumency. If he hadn\'t believed Kreacher. If he hadn\'t panicked. If...

A soft peck on the window rose Harry from his thoughts once more. A short-eared owl sat outside the window, looking at Harry with vivid yellow eyes.

Harry got up from the bed and opened the window. \"Hi there.\" He noticed that the bird wasn\'t carrying a note. \"No messages for me?\" Hedwig hooted softly in her cage and the newcomer flew over to her cage. \"Ah, here to see Hewig, then? Make yourself at home,\" Harry said with a smile. At least Hedwigs friends could visit her.

He changed into his pajama bottoms. He would sleep naked if it wasn\'t for the possibility of one of his relatives to barge in. Again his thoughts drifted to the events before the end of term. It hurt. It hurt a lot. He had looked forward to the day when his godfather would walk the wizarding world as a free man again. But now... Now everything looked grey. Sirius had been indeed the brightest star for Harry. The sky looked dead without his presence.

He sighed. Thoughts of Sirius brought him back to the mad woman that killed him. Bellatrix Lestrange. The same woman that had tortured Neville\'s parents into madness. Bellatrix... she also reminded him of his dream. Or vision. Or whatever. If it was a vision... There was a fair chance that Bellatrix was indeed dead. But why? Certainly not because she killed Sirius. But it also was not Malfoy\'s thing to kill a fellow Death Eater. No wonder that Voldemort was furious. The Dark Lord preferred to punish his minions himself rather than leave it to his right hand man. Former right hand man. If the dream, the vision, was for real.

Perhaps he would find some answers tomorrow. When the Dailyphetphet arrived. Harry groaned. How could he be so stupid? The Daily Prophet. He jumped out of bed and reached for the wizard paper. Quickly he flipped through the papers. Nothing. Absolutely nothing concerning reckoned deaths of two dark witches. Somehow, Harry was disappointed. He had hoped for a second... Perhaps tomorrow...

Yes, tomorrow he would knew for sure if Narcissa and Bellatrix Lestrange were indeed dead.

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tbc...