The First Great Fan- An Epilogue

Some interesting theories out there. No, my mind doesn't work the same as most, just be patient.
The references to the Finnigan family are all my own made up stuff. I don't think there is any information about them in the book, other than that they are wizards and Dean's family is muggle. Am I wrong?

Chapter Five: Plans and Concerns

Charlie returned with Hermione and a cauldron of chicken soup. Harry looked at it oddly as the older man shrugged.
“I told mum you couldn’t come cause you had caught the sniffles.” he explained. “Show her the letter,” he added.
Hermione read the letter over and over. Her eyes searching for any clue or piece of information that would help to save Ron and his sister. Finally, she looked up at the other two and asked. “How are we gonna get THIS?”
Harry shrugged and Charlie looked shocked, “Well, it usually would have to be given, willingly.” he said and Hermione blushed darkly.
“I know that! I mean how do we even get close enough to . . .to . ..to ask for it?” she amended.
“You want to ask him?” Charlie said and the girl blushed more.
“How else?” she asked.
“Mione, I don’t know about you, but I don’t think that walking up to him and saying ‘Hey, Malfoy. Could you just jack-off into this little bottle a coupla times, so we can save our friends?’ is gonna work.” Harry said. “Plus, what’s in it for him? And what is it that this ‘Worst Enemy’ wants to do to him?”
“I don’t care!” Hermione shouted. “The only thing that matters is Ron and Ginny, or did you forget that, Harry?”
“No, of course not. But, Hermione, we can’t just use someone and let them face the consequences. It’s not right.” Harry argued.
“HE would,” she countered.
“That wouldn’t make it okay and I really don’t think that he would,” Harry said.
Charlie had listened to enough and he raised his hands between the two combating friends. “Look, I know I’m not even supposed to know about this . . .and I’ll keep it secret, don’t worry, I know the danger. But, it isn’t going to help anyone, if you two battle this out for days. We need to work it out.”
“You’re right, Charlie. Okay, how about if Hermione looks up what she can find out about spells or potions that have . . . . this requirement in them and I’ll try to contact Malfoy?” Harry suggested
“I’ll run interference at home,” Charlie added. “Keep the folks offa ya.”
“Good plan,” Harry commented. “Okay, Mione?”
Hermione sighed and nodded. “Alright, but we find something in one week or we just get what they want and save Ron and Ginny.” She insisted.
Charlie took Hermione to Flourish and Botts to ask about books as Harry went to visit Seamus Finnigan, where he heard Draco was helping with some inventory issues at his father’s request.
All three Malfoy’s had been overtly generous around the Wizarding community since the war and, though trust was hard won, they seemed sincere and most people wanted to accept them.
Seamus greeted Harry at the door with enthusiasm and invited him in.
The Finnigan home was directly behind the factory where the elder Finnegan made cauldrons, cookware and special pots for all needs.
Unlike the Burrow, the Finnigans lived in relatively muggle-like rooms, barely anything magical displayed and they had only three children, Seamus, his younger brother Rourke, and his older sister, Daphne.
He led Harry upstairs to the room he shared with Rourke and plopped onto one of the beds.
“So, what have ya been up to since school, Harry?” He asked “I seen ya in the papers.”
“Pretty much it. I haven’t decided yet what I want to do. I have helped out George with the joke shop a little.” Harry admitted.
Actually, he had only gone in a few times when George had insisted he see how well his investment had gone. George was determined to repay Harry every gold galleon.
But, he glossed over this, not wanting to offend his friend by admitting that he had enough money to live on for quite some time and, what with the house he’d inherited from Sirius, he could put off his job search for years.
The two Gryffindor’s talked about Quidditch and girls and a few other topics before Harry decided it was time to ask about Draco.
“I heard your dad is working Malfoy in the warehouse?” He asked and Seamus smirked.
“Bloody stuck-up prat!” he announced. “Dad thinks he’s sumpin, cause he acts all stiff and proper. I think he’s a ruddy poufter.”
“He’s just supposed to be inventorying. How’s he got you so bent outta shape?” Harry asked.
“Well, he finishes up just about dinner time, so the folks invite him to stay. Then, they insist on company manners. I been loosin me appetite, lately.” Seamus growled.
“You mean, he’s here, now?” Harry gasped, looking toward the factory out of Seamus’ bedroom window.
“Yeah. They’ll be done in bout fifteen. Hey, why don’t you stay too? Then, he can have a dose of keepin’ civil round someone he can’t stand.” Seamus suggested. “I’ll go tell me Mum.” and he scurried out the door before Harry could even open his mouth.
Mrs. Finnigan was thrilled to have Harry and she outdid herself with a delicious pot roast, potatoes and blueberry tarts.
Harry sat next to Seamus and Daphne, while Draco was placed between Rourke and Seamus’ dad. The blond was pointedly ignoring him and pleasant to the rest of the group. Harry was going to have to bridge the gap.
Mrs. Finnigan gave him the perfect opportunity. “Harry, didn’t you save Draco from a fire before the last battle? I heard Seamus talking about it once.” she said and Malfoy’s face went scarlet. Harry felt bad about embarrassing him, but the look was almost endearing.
“There was a fire; it wasn’t that big of a deal.” Harry explained.
“Don’t be so modest, Potter. It was FiendFye. That idiot Crabbe set it inside of one of the rooms.” Malfoy said, addressing the woman. “My friend Goyle was unconscious and we were trapped. Harry and Ronald Weasley had brooms and saved us. Very heroic, actually.”
Harry blushed this time, and muttered, “Your memory is better than mine, I guess.”
“The point is, I never understood why you did it. We had . . . . I had always been an absolute prat to you. Most people would never have taken the risk.” Draco continued. “I guess I owe you, huh?”
“Maybe, but don’t loose any sleep over it. Just keep an eye open and if my life needs saving, jump in.” Harry said, smiling sarcastically.
“I hardly ever see you.” Malfoy cried. “Am I supposed to follow you around like a puppy, just to pay my debt?”
“I’m not saying anything like that,” Harry said, waving the suggestion away with a fork load of pie.
“Why not use a summoning charm?” Mr. Finnigan said taking another slice.
“What?” said Draco, Seamus and his wife.
“It’s really simple,” he added picking up a tea spoon. “Just hex an item . . .Summonus relatio . . . .then, you each touch it.” And he handed the spoon to Harry who passed it to Draco. “Then, if Harry’s life is threatened, he just says your name and you will be there.” And Mr. Finnigan took the spoon from Malfoy and handed it to Harry.
“And now we are sans one teaspoon, Luv.” Mrs. Finnigan said. “Hope your cousins don’t stop by.”
Mr. Finnigan looked sheepish for a moment then smiled brightly. “Well, bout time you had a new pattern anyhow. I’ll start it tomorrow.
Harry stared at the spoon in his hand then, looked up at the blond across from him.
“Don’t loose it or I’m not coming. I’m not at your beck and call, Potter.” Malfoy said with an ineffectual sneer.
Harry chuckled half-heartedly before slipping the spoon into his pocket, when no one was looking. Then, he shifted a spoon from Seamus’ place and put it in front of him.
Harry wiped his face with the napkin and pushed away from the table. “I should get going. Kreacher will be worried about making dinner if I don’t tell him I’ve already eaten. Thank you, again, Mrs. Finnigan.” he said as he walked toward the door. Once outside; he apparated home.
“Oh, Harry! You forgot your Summoner.” Mr. Finnigan said picking up the spoon from Harry’s place. “I guess we should put it aside in case he comes back.” he added putting it into a drawer.
Draco shook his head, as he too, rose from the table.

Hermione thanked the librarian at Hogwarts for allowing her to browse the books in the restricted section. She had found a few potions and listed them out to show Harry, though none seemed harmful.
She rolled up the parchment and packed it into her bag, on the off chance that someone had need of these in the future.
“Come again, anytime dear.” The Librarian said as she waved at the woman.
Hermione smiled and headed for the stairs.
Remembering something Harry had told her, she detoured to the normally unused girl’s bathroom on the third floor.
“Myrtle? Are you here, Myrtle?” she called from the newly remodeled sinks. Apparently, this bathroom had been damaged in the assault on the school.
“Where would I be, if not here?” Came the voice of the ghost from the commode in the freshly painted third stall. “Though, I did have to travel a lot while the workmen were here.” The pale white face of a plain-looking girl swam through the wall and looked at Hermione strangely. “Why are you here?” she asked.
“I was doing some research and I wanted to ask you how you were doing. As long as I was here it seemed a good opportunity.” Hermione supplied.
“Really? Really and truly? No one wants to visit me. Well, except for those two.” Myrtle said, a coy smile on her face. “I’m still dead. I still live in the plumbing. What else do you want to know?”
“Who are ‘those two’?” Hermione asked.
“Oh, my boys. Harry, he came to see me, three times already. Said he was checking to make sure I had the best new home. Isn’t that sweet?” Myrtle said, attempting a blush that looked pasty on her face.
“Yes. That’s Harry. Very sweet. Who was the other boy?” Hermione asked. “What did he want?”
“Oh, him.” Myrtle said, this time accomplishing more of a grey shade. “He’s my personal Dragon. He tells me secrets and things. He’s not sweet like Harry, but he doesn’t fear me and he trust me. Yeah, Draco trusts me, so don’t ask me his secrets. I wouldn’t even tell Harry, but Harry understood that.”
“Draco Malfoy comes to visit you?” Hermione said her voice not even trying to cover her shock.
“Yes. My Dragon comes once a week . . . .on Thursday. He comes in the morning and stays until just before lunch. Why just last Thursday, he brought me that picture and hung it up for me. Permastuck it, too.” Myrtle said pointing to a small frame on the wall behind Hermione.
The picture was a photo taken of a group of students in Hermione’s class. It was at one of the Quidditch games in their second year and must have been Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, because there was Hermione, Ron, Harry and the twins. Just to the left and in front of them were Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy. Surprisingly, Harry was standing next to Malfoy and there were both acting strangely. It was like they were taking turns glaring at each other. Hermione giggled at them.
“Yes, that’s a great picture. Shows just how much those two hated each other.” she said.
“Do you believe that?” Myrtle said looking at the picture. “I see something else.”

I have a question to ask.
I have reread the series now and I can't find any references and so, was wondering if this is canon or just Fanfiction crap.
At what point does Ms. Rowling say anything about Snape being anything more to Malfoy than a teacher?
I read it over and over in the stories here, that he is Draco's godfather, and it drives me crazy.