Unexpected Things

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and properties don’t belong to me but JK Rowling and I don't make money from writing this fic. This story hasn’t been betaed yet. So beware of the grammar mistake. I’m looking for a beta to help me fixing the story.


Unexpected Things


Chapter VII


Chaos erupted in the Burrows. Aurors were soon called and Wormtail was given Veritaserum so he confessed every crime he did in the past. Unfortunately, for Harry and the aurors, Wormtail didn’t know about Deatheaters whereabouts, which wasn’t surprising, considering his low rank on Voldemort’s circle. But that was fine for Harry, as long as the slimy rat was shipped to Azkaban, he didn’t want to complain. The person who betrayed his parents was finally given punishment. This was enough for Harry. At least, for now.

Harry allowed a small smile of satisfaction to touch his mouth. He had to thank Lucius Malfoy for that. Harry was only half joking when he had that conversation with Lucius. He didn’t think that Lucius would take his words seriously. But, who was he to complain?

Of course, Ron, Hermione, Remus and the other had speculated about the mysterious person who gave Wormtail to Harry but Harry merely said that he didn’t have any idea about it.

“Harry,” Ron said suddenly, “I knew it! The present come from Professor Dumbledore!”

His statement was met with twin incredulous look.

“What made you think so?” Harry asked.

“Yes Ron,” Hermione added. “Why don’t you explain your brilliant idea to us?”

“Well, it’s Christmas and Professor Dumbledore know that you’ll be happy if we manage to catch Wormtail.”
Hermione snorted. “That’s impossible. If Professor Dumbledore was the one who caught Wormtail he had to know about death eaters whereabouts.”

“Oh.” Ron was visibly deflated.

“And not to mention,” Hermione continued, “Wormtail is clearly meant as Harry’s Christmas present.” She said, staring at Harry.

Harry suspected that Hermione already had a hunch about the sender identity. He wasn’t mistaken. As soon as Ron left the room, Hermione turned at him.

“Well, Harry,” she said at last.

“What?” he asked, feigning innocence.

“You obviously know the sender, Harry,” Hermione said.

“And who is the sender?” he asked back.

“It’s obvious,” she declared. “It’s Lucius Malfoy. The people who send this obviously know about death eaters hiding. So either he is a spy, which is impossible since Snape hate you.”

At this, Harry almost burst out laughing. Snape send him Christmas present? Maybe there would be a snow in August.

“Or he is a death eater. And the only one you’ve interacted in the past few months is Lucius Malfoy,” Hermione concluded. “Not to mention that he keep looking at you whenever nobody pay attention.”

“He does?” Harry asked, delighted by the news. He knew that Lucius was looking at him of course, but not to this detail.

“Yes, it’s more like he’s accessing you. Trying to figure you out, and Harry,” she regarded him steadily, “you also do the same. You keep looking at him too.”

Well, Harry couldn’t deny that.
“And now he give you this. What is going on Harry?” she asked, clearly worried. “I knew you must be planning something when you suggested to hire him as our DADA professor. Are you planning to recruit him?” Hermione demanded. Her look showed him what she thought of such an idea.

Harry smiled. He indeed plan to recruit Lucius, but not in the way Hermione thought.

“Something like that,” he said finally.

“I hope you know what you’re doing Harry,” she said quietly.

“Don’t worry Hermione,” Harry assured her. “Everything will be fine.”

She shot a suspicious look at him but didn’t say anything.


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The news about Wormtail’s arrest was published on Daily Prophet and the next day death eaters attacked again. Most of people thought that those death eaters wanted to avenge their master death but Harry knew better. They wanted to show that they weren’t afraid of the ministry and the aurors. More attack happened in the next days. Death eaters attacked West Country using giants, and then they attacked Madam Bones and Emmeline Vance. Luckily, they both managed to escape.

A few days after New Year, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny went back to Hogwarts. They used Knight Bus to take them to King Cross station.

“Take care of yourself Harry,” Mrs. Weasley said.

“Don’t worry Mrs. Weasley. You know me, I like to live in peace,” he replied, earning laugh from Ron.

After tearful farewell from Mrs. Weasley, they all boarded the train and met Lucius and Draco Malfoy. Apparently, Lucius had joined them on the ride with Hogwarts express. Harry’s eyes fell to the brooch Lucius wore. He smirked inwardly seeing it. Well, at least, his Christmas present wasn’t a waste then.


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“I’m glad to be here,” Ron said, looking around him.

They were in the great hall now. Harry felt the same too. Hogwarts was always a home for him. New semester began peacefully with wonderful surprise for sixth year students. Announcement for apparition course. Harry, Hermione, and Ron joined the bunch of students who wanted to register their names.

“So, apparition,” Ron said, “must be cool, eh?”

“Well, I don’t know,” Harry said doubtfully. From his experience using wizarding transportation such as portkey and floo, Harry doubted he would enjoy apparition.

“I hope I can pass the test at the first time,” Ron said, looking worried now.

“You will if you study, Ron,” Hermione said.

“Hermione!” Ron protested in scandalized tone. “Apparition is different from school homework!”

“Yeah, right,” she replied sarcastically.

“Fred and George passed the test at the first time,” Ron said.

“But Charlie failed, right?” Harry asked.

“Yeah, but Charlie has bigger body than me,” Ron replied, frowning. “So, Fred and George didn’t tease him. Well, at least they didn’t tease Charlie in front of him.”

“When we’re going to have the test?” Harry asked.

“When we’re seventeen,” Hermione answered.

“Okay,” Harry said, “but we still can’t apparate here.”

“Who cares?” Ron commented. “Everyone will know that I can apparate if I want to.”

“Honestly Ron!” scolded Hermione. “You’re a prefect!” she reminded him.

They were arguing during their way to the great hall. Much to Harry annoyance, he had to sit beside Lavender Brown during breakfast because it was the only empty seat left. Hermione gave him sympathetic look.

“Oooh. Look at him!” Lavender said suddenly, surprising Harry.

“He is so handsome today,” Parvati Patil commented, looking at the staff table as she said so.

“Yeah,” Lavender agreed enthusiastically, “always looking good, Professor Malfoy.”

Ron choked on his drink. “WHAT?” he demanded. “Are you two insane?” he asked them. “He is a death eater! He almost kill us in the ministry!” Ron snapped.

Lavender rolled her eyes. “We do know that. And we hate him because of that. But that doesn’t change the fact that he’s handsome. Right, Parvati?”

Parvati nodded.

Ron looked at them in disbelief, and turned to Harry, as if he was asking Harry about their mental health. Harry merely shrugged. Ron asked the wrong person here. Harry truly didn’t understand most of the girls. Just look at his experience with Cho. And Cho was okay in his eyes. Unlike Lavender and Parvati, who spent their time gossiping about boys, cosmetics, and whatever topic interested them. It was easier for him to understand Hermione, or Ginny for example. But even Harry had to admit that Lucius Malfoy was indeed a handsome man. Tall, beautifully proportioned and leanly muscled, his hair was silver blond.

Even though Wormtail was a pleasant surprise for Harry, that wasn’t enough to redeem the man in Harry’s eyes. Harry hadn’t forgotten the things Lucius did in his past. Or the way Lucius spoke about killing Nevile in the department of mysteries. Months ago, the man would kill him without any hesitation if he was given a chance.

But for now, Harry had to thank him for giving Wormtail as his Christmas present. He had to show Lucius his appreciation, right? Wormtail was just a beginning. Harry planned to take everything he could from the man.

After breakfast, they went to their DADA class. Lucius was already in the class, waiting for them.

“Today, we are going to learn about Dementor,” Lucius said in front of the class. “Is there anyone who could explain to us about dementor?” the blond man drawled.

Harry raised his hand. He could see Hermione did the same.

“Mr. Potter.”

“A dementor is a dark creature. They feed off human happiness, and thus cause depression and despair to any who are in close proximity to them. They are also capable of consuming a person's soul, leaving their victims in a permanent vegetative state, and thus are often referred to as soul-sucking fiends.” Harry explained.

“Very well, Mr. Potter.” Lucius said. “One of the ways to shield oneself from dementor is to use patronus charm to drive them away. The conjured Patronus protects the witch or wizard that summoned it, obeys his or her commands, and fades away shortly after it is no longer required. When conjured, a Patronus appears silvery, ethereal, and semi-transparent. Improperly formed Patronuses range from momentary formless bursts of silvery mist, to poorly defined forms that are easily defeated or quickly dissipate on their own. A full-fledged patronus takes on a fixed animal form that is often significant to the witch or wizard casting the charm.” He explained.

Harry was impressed by Lucius’ explanation. The blond really knew about what he was talking.

“The spell requires the use of a wand, concentration on a powerfully happy memory, and the incantation is expecto patronum.” Lucius continued. “I might have to warn you. The patronus charm is advanced magic and difficult to master, especially in emotionally difficult circumstances. Some of you,” he sneered here, “won’t be able to conjure it at all.”

Harry suppressed his smile at this. Lucius didn’t know that Harry had taught the member of DA about how to conjure patronus.

“A demonstration perhaps, Mr. Potter?”

Harry recognized the challenge there. “Of course, Professor,” he replied. He could see that Ron was grinning from the corner of his eyes.

“Expecto patronum,” Harry intoned and everyone watched as silver stag appeared from his wand. The stag ran across the class before returning to Harry.

“Five points to Gryffindor,” Lucius drawled. “Now, I want all of you to try the charm.”

By the end of the class, only Gryffindors who managed to produce the charm. It was understandable since they all attended DA last year. The Slytehrins were glaring daggers at Harry as they left the class, Draco Malfoy especially. Malfoy actually didn’t do anything towards Harry or Ron or Hermione since their last confrontation. He merely glared at them but refrained to say anything. Harry suspected that Lucius had a talk with his son.

He stayed behind because he wanted to talk with the man.

“What is it Mr. Potter?” Lucius asked.

“Busy holiday Professor?” Harry inquired.

“It’s none of your concern,” Lucius retorted, glaring at him.

“Probably not,” Harry said. “Anyway, I only want to say thank for your Christmas present.”

“I give nothing to you,” Lucius replied.

“If you say so,” Harry said, shrugging. “Anyway I’m wondering here Professor. You ordered us to conjure Patronus but yet you didn’t give us any demonstration. So, I’m thinking that is it possible that you couldn’t conjure it?”

“And what make you come to this conclusion?” Lucius asked, eyes glittering with cold fury.

“The fact that you’re a death eater,” Harry answered bluntly.

“I’m not a death eater. Voldemort cast Imperius curse at me so I would do his biding. I have been cleared of all charges.”

“No doubt because of your generous donation to our dear minister of magic,” Harry said mockingly.

“I-“

But before Lucius had opportunity to say something, Harry cut him off. “Please spare me whatever spontaneous lie that is about to come gushing forth from your forked tongue, Professor.”

Lucius’ eyes widened in shock before his expression went back to neutral. Harry would bet his entire wealth that nobody dared to speak with Lucius Malfoy with such disrespect, except probably Voldemort, but Harry didn’t count him.

“The fact that you use Imperius Curse as your defense is the biggest joke I’ve ever heard.” Harry said. “The followers of Tom consisted of various kind of person. Weak people who look for protection, psychopaths who is attracted to cruelness such as you dear sister in law, and ambitious people who seek for power. You obviously fit into the last category. Not to mention that you hate muggle and consider yourself superior to them. Like you would ever need Imperius Curse to join Tom.”

A bell sound alerted Harry that he had to go to his next class. “Well, I have to go now, Professor.”

He was about to open the door when Lucius called him. He turned in time to see the man raised his wand.

“Expecto patronum,” Lucius drawled. Silver falcon appeared from the tip of his wand and flew across the room before landing on Lucius’ outstretched left hand.

“Very nice Professor,” Harry commented.
“Never assume anything about me. You would be surprised.” Lucius suddenly smirked. “I know what do you want from me Mr. Potter.”

“Really?” Harry asked. “Then that would make everything more interesting.”

Lucius smiled suddenly and it was a genuine smile. The first time Harry ever seen him to do so. And Harry knew for sure that Lucius seemed to have a permanent sneering expression on his face ever since they met a few years ago.

And Harry hated to admit it that the smile made Lucius looked younger than his true age. Much younger, and much more attractive than before.

“We will see who will come out as the winner in the end,” Lucius said.

“Indeed, Lucius.” Harry said and turned to leave.

Lucius sat back on his chair, thinking about the conversation he had with Potter and also thinking about everything that had happened since his encounter with Potter at the department of mysteries to their Christmas present exchange. Things happened too fast and went out of control. Months ago he would kill the brat without any hesitation at all. But now, now he wasn’t that sure anymore. If someone told him year ago that he would be teaching at Hogwarts and gave Potter Christmas present, he would crucio the person to death. All of this happened because of one brat who refused to die.

Lucius smirked. “Precocious child,” he said in fond amusement, “such a precocious child.”


Author’s Note:

My first Harry Potter fanfiction. So don’t be harsh ok. The challenge is there. If anyone wants to write a story based on the idea, go ahead. The more the merrier. Some part of the story I got from Half Blood Prince and Deathly Hallows.

And I have to insert Horcrux in this story because there’s a plot hole in the story line. Only that Voldemort didn’t make seven Horcruxes, only his diary, Slytherin locket, Nagini and resurrection stone. And Harry would know if all of the Horcruxes were already destroyed when the dark mark on death eater ‘s arm disappeared completely. And I don’t want to make Lucius become out of character. He is an interesting character because of who he is.

And the last, I know that I can find out the number of people who read my story on stats page. It just that I always think that if I get reviews then it means someone like my story. It makes me wondering if nobody likes the story if I don’t get reviews. And thanks to you who had reviewed the story.