Draco's Companion

A/N-Thanks for all of the reveiws, hope you all like this chapter:D


Chapter Twenty-Nine: Rita Skeeter

Harry sat on the side of the bed, Draco was sleeping after their strenuous sex. Harry felt the tears in his eyes, they were blurring his vision slightly, but he refused to let them fall. He knew why they were there, and tried to overcome his fear. Why did it feel like Draco just didn't care? Sure the sex was good, but it was just that, sex. The first time they were concerned about each other, it was their first time, and they were trying to get past the uncomfortable barriers. This time it was just quick and self-concerning.

Harry looked down at Draco's sleeping form. Was he unhappy?
Then Harry thought of Narcissa and felt disgusted with himself. How could they have done that at a time like this? Narcissa has not been dead for longer than two hours. Was it because they were mourning together? Greiving? He didn't know why. He grimaced and got off the bed. He headed for the bathroom and jumped in the shower. He needed to clean himself feircly. This wasn't right. Nothing was right.

Harry stepped out of the shower, literally clean, but he still felt dirty. He dressed quickly and quietly, so as not to disturb Draco, and he headed out of the door. He walked down the corridor and started descending the stairs. Once at the bottom he heard a faint voice.

"Hello?" It called. Harry veered to his left, going to the family room, instead of to the kitchen which was on the right.

"Hello?" He asked, stepping through the door.

"Ahh Harry." A voice said, it was startling. Harry looked around for a few seconds and then realized the voice was coming from the fireplace.

"May I come in? We have a few things to discuss." It was Scrimgeour, the auror who had questioned them.

"Errr...sure." Harry said. He sat down on the couch and waited for him to come through.

Scrimgeour came out of the fireplace gracefully, considering his limp, and walked towards Harry. He sat on a chair facing the couch and watched Harry for a a couple minutes.

"So...can I help you?" Harry asked after a while, could this be anymore uncomfortable?

"I hope I'm not interrupting.." Scrimgeour said.

Harry shook his head, water beads from his hair fell onto his face and he wiped them off with his palm. "Not at all." Harry said slowly.

"Well, I'm here to talk about Narcissa. I'm sure you were expecting me at some point?" The auror asked.

Harry shook his head again. "Not really, no."

Scrimgeour raised his eyebrows. "Well, as you know, she died this afternoon."

Harry nodded, "There was a thought that she might have been..murdered." He said the last word quietly, nearly choking on it.

"Well, they were right. The odd thing about this, is that she wasn't murdered with any spells or hexes. She was strangled. There was bruising on her nostrils and on her cheeks, which was consistant with blue hue of her body."

Harry didn't want to know this. He told the auror so.

"I know, but I need to tell you this. Can you think of anybody who would kill her in such a muggle-like fashion?"

Harry shook his head yet again. "No, sir." He said.

"You don't seem to surprised at this information." Scrimgeour said shrewdly.

"Nothing surprises me anymore, sir." Harry told him truthfully. "Can muggles even get into St. Mungo's?" Harry asked.

"Not usually, unless they are escorted in by aurors who have found them. If a muggle man had suddenly started growing flowers for hair, that couldn't be removed with a simple spell, then he would be escorted there. He would of course be Obliviated afterwards. Or if a muggle has a magical child, and that child is brought in, then the muggle parents would be present, of course."

Harry nodded. "So it is possible that a muggle could have done it?" Harry asked.

"Of course it's possible, but I don't see why."

Harry shrugged. "Me neither."

"Where's your brother?" Scrimgeour asked.

"He's not my brother. And he is sleeping" Harry said, agitated. Why couldn't these people just get it through their heads.

"He's sleeping? It's only five o'clock." He said, casting a tempus.

"He's tired." Harry said with a shrug. Why should it matter what time Draco went to sleep?

Harry and Scrimgeour just sat there looking at each other for a few minutes.

"Well, I'm pretty hungry..." Harry said, trying to hint that he wanted the auror to leave.

He got the hint.

"Okay, well I may come back tommorow to talk to you boys together. If not, I'm sure I will be seeing you soon." He said.

With that he stood up and walked towards the fire place, floo'ing back to his own home.

Harry took in a deep breath to steady himself, and walked to the kitchen for something to eat.

*****Meanwhile*****

Draco vaugely heard Harry shut of the shower. Then he vaugely heard him get dressed and leave the room. Draco pretended to sleep. He didn't really want to talk to Harry, and he didn't know why. He thought he might have just been actually dozing off when he heard a 'tap tap tap' at his window. He looked at it and seen Hedwig tapping it with her foot. He got up quickly, and quietly and headed for her. He opened the window quietly and let Hedwig inside. She hooted at him softly. "Shhh" Draco said, taking the letter from her foot.

He rummaged around inside of a drawer by the window and found her treats. He held out a few of them, and she ate them and then headed right back out the window.

Draco looked at the letter in his hand. He seen it was addressed to Harry, and looked at the open door, where Harry had exited a while before. Draco told himself that if it was Harry's business then it was his own business too and tore the letter open.

*

Harry!

Needless to say, I was estatic when I got your letter. I haven't heard from you in a while. It is with great anticipation that I get to tell you things about yourself.

Now about the dream. I'm not entirely sure what it could have meant. Either way, it sounds confusing. Did you know that people could plant dreams in other people heads. Yeah, you probably new that. Well I can't exactly tell you why Draco would want Voldemort to kill you. Do you think Voldemort planted the dream? He could have been trying to prove a point, such as: Don't cross me. Or even Dumbeldore could have planted it to make his point, such as: You're on the wrong side, and they will try and kill you. I really don't know. I'm sorry I can't be of more assitance.

I'm sorry to hear (for your sake) about Narcissa and Lucius. Hopefully Narcissa will get better. She would at least be able to take care of you two boys. I'm sure everything will get better soon.

Now about the House-Elf. I'm thinking that he was thanking you, because you brought the Dark Lord down when you were one, and this caused House-Elves to be treated better. (well for the majority anyway. There was still alot of house elves out there being treated harshly.) But what you did made house elves realize that they needed to give in to their own demands sometimes, it was a huge scandal. Some elfs even started demanding pay. This was shocking to alot of people.

Now that I can finally talk to you, I need to tell you that what you are doing is wrong. Now please don't take this the wrong way, but Harry, you are fighting for the wrong side. Don't you know that it was Voldemort who tried to kill you? It was Voldemort that killed your parents Harry. I still can't fathom why you are on that man's (?) side. He ruined your life Harry.

If you think that this is going to make you unwelcome with Draco, you can always owl me and let me know. You could stay with me, (It would be rough, but I have faith in you) I don't think Draco would like the fact that Voldemort is not as great as you boys think. Remove yourself from the Dark side Harry. Please.

Now, I don't want to contaminate your memory of the great man I'm sure Lucius was, but I have a question that has been nagging at me for a while now. Did you ever give any blood to Lucius? Ever? I won't tell you why yet, just answer me back and let me know.

Remember, that no matter what your choice is I will always love.
But please take this letter into consideration.

Love, Your Godfather,

Sirius.

*


Draco crumbled the letter in his hand. Who did Sirius think he was? Lieing to Harry just to make him go to the light side. That was tottaly uncalled for.

Draco couldn't stop other thoughts from flying through his head. What if Sirius wasn't lieing? What if Voldemort had actually killed Harry's parents? Tried to kill Harry? What would change their Lord from trying to kill him now? He obviously had a reason to do it in the first place.

Draco read through the letter again.

Had Harry ever given Lucius blood? What the hell was Sirius insinuating? Why would Lucius want some blood?

Despite the fact that Draco was more than angry about Harry conversing with someone other than himself, he realized that this was a great chance to get some information about Harry. He reached for some parchment and a quill, listening intently for Harry. It sounded like he was in the kitchen. Satisfied, Draco began to write
Sirius back.

*

Sirius.

Thank you for answering my questions.

I'm not entirely sure if Lucius ever took my blood. I was still pretty young when I arrived here, so I guess it's a possibility.
Why? What could that mean? Please tell me everything. And I mean everything.

It's crazy for you to say that my Lord killed my parents and tried to kill me. It was that damned Peter Pettigrew. Or so I thought. I need to know the truth about everything. I feel like you are holding some things back.

Oh yea, Narcissa died this morning. So now it is just Harry (he started to write Harry and then scratched it out) Draco and I. I don't think living in a crummy cave is suitable for me right now.

Me and Draco have been spending all of our time together, we barely leave each others sight. I hope you understand.

Please try and get back quickly.

Harry.

*

Draco whistled out the window, praying that Harry wouldn't hear him, and Hedwig came swooping up to his room. Draco began tieing the letter to Hedwigs foot, when he stopped and grabbed his wand. He duplicated the letter and tied one of them to Hedwig.

"It's for Sirius." He told her. She hooted quietly and flew away.
Draco took the duplicate of the letter and tucked it under his mattress. He would need to keep them to remember what he had, and hadn't said.

****

Harry was standing at the sink in the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water and he though he heard a whistle. He put his glass into the sink and started walking towards the staircase. He was halfway up the stairs when he heard knocking on the front door. He turned around and went back down the stairs, walking to the doors. He pulled one door open and there was a tall lady standing in front of him. The first thing he noticed was her long nails, which were painted a bright bubble-gum pink. She had a crocodile-skin hand-bag clasped in her left hand, and there was a reporter happily taking snapshot's of the boy.

Harry registered the fact that his hair had dried funny from his shower, puffing up, and frizzy. He knew he was wearing white sweatpants and a black wifebeater, that showed off his muscles very well. He felt very self conscious.

"Harry Potter? Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet. I was wondering If you had a moment to comment on the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Lucius Malfoy?"

Harry was disgusted.

"No, I'm sorry." He said, and slammed the door in her willing face. He could hear her muttering about how rude he was from the other side of the door, and he just leaned against it and laughed. A long rolling laugh that was probably going to take a while to explain, when it was said in the news that Harry Potter laughed while being questioned about the Malfoy deaths, because sure as shit, it was going to be in the Daily Prophet a few hours from now.

*****

Draco had just shoved the parchment under his mattress when he heard the door slam shut, and then Harry's laughter come floating up the stairs.

He was surprised, to say the least, and he went to the bedroom door in his boxer shorts.

"Harry?" He called down the stairs.

The laughter was muffled and Harry came to veiw at the top of the staircase.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked him, still surprised by the laughter.

"Sorry. I'm not even sure why I'm laughing. Possibly the look on Rita Skeeters face when she realized that the door was just about to be slammed on her face." He said, trying to hold back a smile.

"Rita Skeeter? What the bloody hell did that woman want?" Draco asked. Him and Harry had both read her articles and new that nothing good came out of them.

"She wanted me to make a statement about your parents." Harry told him.

"And you laughed?" Draco asked with wide eyes, absolutely appalled.
Harry nodded.

"Oh, God damn." Draco said aloud.