Whisper

Disclaimer: I do not own Bambi! All I have is the movie and a love for deer! I do not own the rights to Lord of the Rings. Love watching the movies through. I make no money off of them.



Chapter 3: One Winged Angel-Final Fantasy 7



Draco arrived at the Sanctuary before Weasley and Granger got ready for work. They had just gotten Harriet and Evangeline ready to go to the Burrow so Weasley\'s mother could watch over them. Both Weasley looked in surprise as Draco walked up the steps to the house. Draco wore a white press button down shirt, business jacket, and trousers.



"Wow, you make a pretty good Muggle, Malfoy," said Granger.



"I study," said Draco. "And I want to study how Potter spends his day. I can watch the children if you wish."



"I\'m not letting you watch my kid," said Weasley. "And I\'m not going to let you turn Harry into a guinea pig."



"I will not harm two defenseless girls," said Draco. "And I need to study Potter in his daily life so I can figure out what is wrong with him."



"A curse is what\'s wrong with him," said Weasley. "You should be studying spell books, not my friend."



"Ron, some curses effect physical appearances and daily life," said Granger. "It\'ll probably be best if he took a look at Harry."



Weasley growled. "Fine," he said and walked out of the living room to Potter\'s room. Draco followed. Entering Potter\'s room he noticed Potter awake and watching the sun rise through his window. He was still in his pajamas and smiling at the sky like a child with his first broom.



"Dreaming about flying again, Harry," asked Weasley going to the wardrobe and took out a blue shirt and blue jeans.



"How do you know what he\'s dreaming," asked Draco.



Weasley laughed. "When has Harry not thought about flying? Even running from Voldemort, Harry still dreamt about flying." Turning to his friend he turned Potter by the shoulder. "Come on, Harry. Time to get a bath. Then we can have breakfast." Weasley gave Draco a look. "You\'re not going to watch, are you?"



Draco shook his head. "I just need to know his daily behavior."



"Well, each day is different, but mostly the same," said Weasley as he lead Potter to the bathroom, gave Potter his clothes, and pushed him into the bathroom after a quick inspection. "We\'ll check on you in ten minutes, all right, Harry?" The raven haired wizard didn\'t say anything as he walked into the bathroom and Weasley closed the door. "He could stay in there forever if we let him." He set a quick Tempus Charm and set it for a ten minute alarm.



"Can he do the anything by himself," asked Draco.



Weasley shrugged. "Almost. He sets everything by a strict schedule. Wakes up every morning to watch the sun rise, bath, eats breakfast, and goes to the library to read till me and Hermione comes home. Then we do whatever comes to mind."



"Who watches over Potter while you\'re at work?"



"Winky. She\'s more then capable. If he gets into his hallucinations we have a cupboard full of Calming Draught. She immobilizes him, gives it to him and he calms down. After a rest he goes back to his business."



Both Draco and Weasley waited for Potter to finish bathing. Ten minutes later Weasley opened the door and to reveal a mostly clothed Potter drying his hair with a towel. He wore only his blue jeans and his beard shadowed shaved. At the sight of Draco and Weasley he smiled, dropped his towel and picked up a black comb.



"Eva\'s in your room," said Weasley and Potter walked into his room. Weasley turned to Draco. "Hermione told me you were studying his drawings. How\'s it going?"



"So far I\'ve studied about half of them," said Draco following Potter to his room. His mind was still filled with Potter\'s well toned torso and biceps. Draco shook his head to clear it of the image.



Reaching Potter\'s room he saw that Potter had on the blue sports shirt and was sitting by his bed as Evangeline combed his hair, gently tugging the tangles out of her father\'s hair, singing a child\'s song. She smiled at the sight of Draco but continued singing.



"Love is a song that never ends," she sang. "Life may be swift and fleeting. Hope may die but love\'s beautiful music comes each day like the dawn. Love is a song that never ends. One single theme repeating. Like the voice of a heavenly choir, love\'s sweet music flows on."



"Bambi," said Weasley in a low voice. "His favorite movie. Never really knew why."



"A movie," asked Draco. "I\'ve never heard of them. They\'re like plays?"



Weasley nodded. "Bambi is a children\'s movie about deer. Eva and Harry would watch it endlessly. He likes the scene with the Prince of the Forest." He smiled at the duo. "Come on, Bambi. Let\'s get some breakfast.



Evangeline, set the comb down, and held her father by the hand to lead him to the table. She stopped in front of Draco and smiled.



"Have you ate brake-fast, Mr. Ma\'voy," she asked. Draco did have a small breakfast that morning out of nervousness on spending the day with Potter.



"No," he said.



"Well, Hermione\'s making pancakes," said Weasley. "She makes the best. And a lot."



Nodding Draco followed the girl as she led her father down to the dining room. Powdered sugar, butter, and both maple and strawberry syrup was already on the table. Six plates were set were set on the table and orange juice filled in cups, coffee at the heads and right of the table. Evangeline settled Potter into a chair and the man smiled at his daughter. Then he caught sight of Draco. Draco winced when Potter saw him, remembering how he ran into the corner in fright, but Potter grinned wider and shot out of his chair, took Draco\'s hand and led the blonde to the seat next to him.



"Harry\'s accepting you today," said Weasley sitting down next to his friend. "He must be in a good mood."



Evangeline giggled and Harriet gave him a dirty look. Draco gave her a friendly smile and she turned away. Draco chuckled. Harriet acted more like her father then Potter did when he was sane.



"Breakfast is ready," said Granger and she floated the plate to the center of the table, pull of pancakes. Harriet smiled and attempted to grab a stack.



"Guests first," snapped Granger. Harriet frowned and sat back down. Potter, through, sat up and filled Draco\'s plate with three pancakes.



"Thank you, Harry," said Draco and took the strawberry syrup as Harry filled his plate. Soon everyone had their plates filed and were eating. Soon the two girls were grabbing seconds.



"Mr. Malfoy will be watching you today," said Granger.



"What," said Harriet. "But you said no trust strangers, Mummy."



"Mr. Malfoy isn\'t a stranger and you will be nice. He needs to observe Uncle Harry for the day."



"Why do you want to ovs-ser-be Daddy," asked Evangeline. Draco had to chuckle at her trying to pronounce the word.



"So I can make him better, Evangeline," he said and turned to Granger and Weasley. "It would also help if I had your memories of the day the curse was cast. I have a Pensieve to review them with."



"You were there," said Weasley. "You saw what happened.”



"All I saw were people running in panic. I didn\'t even get a glimpse of Potter. Since you two were next to him I\'m hoping you saw something I missed."



Weasley opened his mouth to snap back but Granger hissed, "Ron!" after a looked from his wife to Draco he closed his mouth and didn\'t say a word for the rest of the meal. Granger kept the conversation going by asking Draco how his mother had been or how his career was. Draco readily answered and began talking about the view in the treatment of Magical Creatures.



"I know you don\'t think much on me helping the house-elves," said Granger. "But look at the werewolves. They\'ve got it so they have next to no jobs or a social life. They\'re registered, which isn\'t a bad thing, but they publicly register them. They might as well put a sign saying "Warning: Resident Werewolf" on the front door."



"I thought they were making so werewolves could have more freedom," asked Draco.



"They are, but it\'s slow moving," said Weasley. "A lot of people are like Umbridge." He flashed a look at Draco, who knew the look was supposed to be reproachful, but the blonde just shrugged it off.



When they finished eating Granger and Weasley kissed and hugged both girls and Harry good-bye and went to work as Winky cleared the table.



"We\'ll be back in time for supper," said Granger. "You are to behave, do what Mr. Malfoy tells you to, or it\'s a trip to Grandma Weasley." Both girls gulped at the thought and nodded. Granger nodded back and turned to Draco. "Winky makes a very good baby-sitter, but sometimes we take them to the Burrow. They knew to come if you call. Molly is very understanding."



"Thank you for allowing me the opportunity, Granger," said Draco.



She smiled at him. "You\'re helping Harry," she said. "That\'s reason enough." And after a final kiss to Harriet and Evangeline she and Weasley left. Draco turned to the children.



"So what should we do," he asked.



Harriet smiled. "Play Clue game," she said. "Know how?"



Draco smiled back. "I\'m a fast learner."



And indeed he was. In five games he learned the rules of the game and almost every strategy that could be thought of. Harry had also had a good time. Both won an equal number of times by lunch and both were determined to beat the other before eating. Potter, still not speaking, would place figures into the rooms to determine his answer.



Colonel Mustard in the Observatory with the Lead Pipe.



Draco raised an eyebrow and looked his challenger. The two girls were already out by getting the answers wrong and it was just Potter and Draco.



"Are you sure," asked Draco and Potter nodded, Draco reached into the packet the held the three cards that were the correct answer. Taking out the three cards he winced.



"You win again," he said and placed the cards on the board to prove Potter right. Potter clapped his hands happily and held out his hand for Draco to shake. Which Draco did, remembering a time long ago when it was Draco in Potter\'s place, asking the famous eleven year old boy to be Draco\'s friend, but Potter shot him down in favor of his first friend, Ronald Weasley, which Draco had sneered at. Draco realized his mistake immediately and knew there was no way to reverse it.



"Lunch is ready, Masters and Mistresses," said Winky. Evangeline and Harriet cheered and ran into the dining room to eat. Potter, as usual, grabbed Draco\'s hand and led him the blonde Mind Healer to the dining room, sitting Draco in the chair next to him.



Lunch that day was what Draco could tell was of noodles covered in cheese, heavy tomato soup, and a toasted sandwich with soften cheese in the middle.



"What\'s for lunch," he asked.



"Macaroni and cheese, creamy tomato soup, and grilled cheese sandwiches," said Evangeline.



"You grill cheese," asked Draco, surprised.



"No," said Harriet with a giggle. "You don\'t grill cheese, you make sand-wiches wiv dem. Mr. Malfoy ain\'t had one before?"



"My parents were very strict," said Draco. "I wasn\'t allowed to have "common" food."



"Grill cheese sand-wiches tasty," said Evangeline. "Here!." And she handed him a slice. Taking it Draco took a cautious bite. Small enough to experiment but big enough to test the sandwich. He had to admit the sandwich was delicious. The slightly melting cheese oozed down his throat and the toasted bread crunched under his teeth, but other then that it was very good.



He also tried the macaroni and cheese and again was aware of the strong taste of cheese. He had expected it to taste different but it just tasted like cheese and noodles. Looking over at Potter again he was looking in the man\'s bright green, almost lifeless, eyes and he was smiling at Draco, probably pleased that the blonde had liked one of his food combinations. Smiling back Draco raised his spoonful of cheesy noodles in a salute and ate. Potter smiled grew into a toothy grin and continued to eat.



After lunch, Harriet and Evangeline took their nap, during which Potter took out a Muggle book on dragons and began to read. Draco observed him for a moment before looking around the library. It was set up like any library in sections and alphabetized. He noticed there were some Muggle books along one wall. The children\'s books were set up along a wall high enough for the girls to reach. Picking out a book he read the title.



\'Lord of the Rings.\'



He heard a clucking sound and turned to find Potter standing next to him



"A good book," he asked and Potter nodded, smiling. "Maybe I\'ll read it someday." And he set the book back and joined Potter in reading his book.



An hour after their nap both girls were awake and playing with a tiny toy Snitch as Draco and Potter watched. Draco in interest and Potter anxiously.



He watched as Evangeline caught the Snitch for the third time in a row and waved it to show her father. As she played Draco studied her. She looked almost exactly like Potter, except for her storm grey eyes, slightly pointed chin, and elegant brow. She did have Potter’s nose, hair, and mouth, and obviously his Seeker’s skill. No way was she adopted.



If she wasn\'t adopted, then who was Evangeline\'s mother? It could probably be the late Weaselette, but is still didn\'t explain the eyes and the forehead. She would be at just the right age, but it couldn\'t be the Ginevra Weasley.



When Granger returned later the girls were taking their reading lesson up in the library. Potter was in the library as well and continued to read his dragon book, so Draco was downstairs when Granger returned.



"Hello, Malfoy," she said. "Did everything go well?"



"Everything went well," he said. "I do have more questions through."



"About what," she asked as she placed her robes on a peg by the door.



"Evangeline."



Granger paused for a moment before continuing o put away her belongings. "She\'s Harry\'s daughter. What more do you want need to know?"



"Who was her mother?"



"She was adopted. We don\'t know her birthmother."



Draco shook his head. "Do you think me dumb like everyone else? She looks too much like Potter to be adopted. Now, who was her mother?



Granger slammed the door, anger flashed across her eyes. "Your job is to treat Harry\'s condition. You know enough of his background. Do your job!"



Draco nodded and Granger walked way, her anger seemingly dissipated, but Draco knew better. It was still there. Burning, boiling. So for the rest of the day he steered clear of the subject. Even to Weasley.



To Be Continued