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Ministry of Magic waiting room.
Late afternoon.
“Thanks for all the help today, Eleanor.” Harry inspected his wand with undisguised joy as he leaned on the wall, smiling at the amiable girl.
“Don't mention it, Harry. I just –yawn– can't wait to go home and sleep.” The older girl shook herself awake from her position on the couch. He had intentionally not joined her in hopes that she would y down and sleep, but the stubborn girl had remained defiantly awake.
“You've earned it. I, too, can't wait to sleep in a bed of my own.”
“Yeah, though that would certainly have to wait a few more days, huh? Who would have thought that a wildnd of all things would pop up right on the grounds of Potter Manor? I had thought they sealed the pce because of the dragon pox.”
“I suppose I should be prepared for plenty of housekeeping when I get there.” It had been a relief to know that the Ministry was not completely… corrupt and useless. At least that was the case fifteen years ago.
“That you should – I don't think even a house-elf would be of much help. Magical pests are very difficult to get rid of and–”
Harry smiled warmly at the exhausted girl when she yawned again. It was so endearing how Eleanor insisted on hanging out despite how tired she was. It made him feel warm inside, and he wondered if this was what it felt like to have an older sister.
“Are you sure you don't want to go home, Eleanor? Honestly, you've gone well beyond anything I could expect with all the help you've provided.”
“I've been with you so far; might as well see it through to the end.” The older girl smiled tiredly at him, her eyes drooping with dark bags underneath them.
“If you're sure. Still, I wonder where Mrs Malfoy went. She asked you about something while I was distracted with the ministry cabinet, Right?”
“It had to do with that…” her face twisted with pain, “thing I mentioned. I offered to help her, but Director Bones insisted I stay with you while she called for another worker from records.”
“I see.” Harry supposed it was none of his concern unless the dy herself offered to speak to him about it. Of course, he had an inkling what that mess was about, but it would not do to rush to conclusions just yet.
Turning to Eleanor as she yawned once more, Harry sighed exasperatedly at the stubborn girl. “At least take a nap or something. I'll wake you up before I leave.”
“Don't worry about me, rather, why don't you start practising your magic? I can see you fiddling with your wand; might as well make use of those demands you forced the minister to acquiesce to.”
And indeed, Harry was rolling his wand along his fingers. The Potter heir smirked as he silently willed his wand to cast Lumos.
“How cool… Silent casting already?” Despite the excmation, it came out more… bored. No, more sleepy than excited, and he bmed the girl’s exhaustion. “You're making us look bad, Harry. Although, I am sure you can do much better than that.”
“Oh? Not impressed? I suppose I can do a few more magic tricks just for you.”
They spent the next few minutes practising magic, Harry abusing his newfound ability to cast magic outside of school while reminiscing on the happenings of the past few hours.
Narcissa Malfoy had been a godsend for him today, particurly during the cabinet meeting. Harry had no experience navigating the politics of the ministry. Once the shock of his entrance had faded, the ministry officials regained their bearings and were quick to argue about every second word that came out of his mouth. They did not, however, pn for his chaperone to be so helpful and surgical in her rebukes and expnations. Narcissa made sure to crify whatever they were objecting to and handed him the tools to waddle through the swamp that was the magical bureaucracy. Still, Harry did what he knew was best in an unfamiliar environment.
Observe and learn.
The issue of his cottage in Godric’s Hollow was the first on the agenda. Harry was still peeved the more he thought about it, but eventually, he was convinced to let the matter be as long as the ministry paid him for the property. His first demand was the exemption from the underage magic w, as well as clearing his name from Dobby’s stunt st year. Plenty of department heads had been wary of granting him the exemption. Still, thanks to Mrs Malfoy countering back with the fact all pure-blood students liberally used magic outside of school anyway, they quickly began singing a different tune.
That she, not so subtly, hinted at their ck of control towards their own children must have helped.
Then came the monetary reparations. At first, Harry would have been satisfied when the minister offered two thousand galleons so long as he, Harry, gave a public endorsement to the ministry, but Mrs Malfoy came again to the rescue. Harry would have refused the endorsement anyway, yet Narcissa cited some obscure w about him being too young to be forced into the spotlight, which was better than him rejecting it out of hand.
Sadly, he was still ignorant of the monetary worth of many things in Magical Britain. Narcissa managed to raise that number to ten thousand galleons, as well as complete transparency on where the donations were going. Turns out it was for a good cause, as nearly the entire sum went to Saint Mungo's and the magical hospital depended a lot on those donations for their free services.
The Potter heir was all for continuing the charity as long as his name was firmly attached to it. It would not do if the ministry reaped the benefits of using his name when he could easily gain public goodwill while actually doing something worthwhile. That was also by Narcissa’s suggestion, who had whispered in his ear about how her husband regurly donated to the hospital while shouting for all to hear about his generosity.
That he was emuting his nemesis made no difference to him. So long as it worked, he was not foolish enough not to use a tried and proven method. In hindsight, Harry had underestimated the power of his celebrity status, and if it weren’t for Lady Malfoy, he would have been duped by the minister, despite having the element of surprise on his side.
He should get her a gift. When was her birthday again?
“17th of August.” The answer came from the drowsy Eleanor. Harry suppressed his grimace… had he spoken out loud again? “Before you ask, no, I didn't read her files or anything. It was provided in that document that shall not be named.”
“Okay? Thanks, I guess.”
“You're welcome.” The older girl released another massive yawn before looking longingly at the couch she was sitting on. “You know what? I think I will take that nap. Wake me up when director Bones returns. She wanted me for a talk, I think.”
Not waiting for his reply, the girl slumped on the couch and started snoring before her head fell on the conjured pillow. Smiling exasperatedly, the Potter heir unclipped his half-cloak and covered her with it after making sure she was comfortable.
Once done, Harry busied himself with inspecting the room. It was a comfortable waiting room, away from the chaos of the main corridor to the lift, with a tea table providing snacks that Harry had long devoured and a bookshelf that he browsed through. He was positive that there would be an army of reporters and journalists waiting for him to appear before drowning him in questions. Amelia Bones, after he had finished the extensive meeting with the ministry cabinet, had insisted that he wait here while she took a squad to Potter Manor first.
The fact that they had to seal the property due to a wildnd popping out had caused serious security risks. The region was not the safest, even by Wales standard, and it was telling when wizards considered something unsafe. His inquiry on the specifics of how and why the wildnd appeared was met with shrugs. Not many understood how the phenomenon worked, and the ministry did not have the funds or manpower to manage it. Something he would have understood back in the seventies but he expected they would have recovered enough by now. Harry had a feeling that was a major factor in why they were all for foisting the nd on him, as he was now responsible for making sure none of its creatures ran amok in the muggle world. Sounds simple enough, yet he would lie if he cimed it would be easy if done all by his lonesome.
An hour ter, he finally heard Narcissa Malfoy coming down the corridor speaking to Amelia Bones. Straining his senses, Harry leaned against the door and listened to the end of their conversation.
“… a ritual?” Director Bones’ voice was surprised, and Harry could also smell her fight and flight instincts gradually fading. The woman must have seen combat at the manor.
“Yes. I had thought he would give up on this foolish endeavour and go to St Mungo's for a cure. That curse of his must have gotten worse by now, and Lucius had dared ask me to be his sacrifice in that ritual.” Narcissa's voice was frigid, as if hers was a frozen fury waiting to be unleashed.
Harry's eyes widened at the procmation. The woman had mentioned her husband's curse but nothing about a ritual. Why was the fact that Lucius did not intend to keep his marriage vows leave him both unsurprised and indignant?
“Are you fine with giving out your husband's secrets like that?”
“Husband? Feh, according to his will, our marriage is de-facto annulled. I just need to wait for him to off himself.” Narcissa's voice was full of venom, and Harry's suspicions were confirmed. “If he thought Draco would turn on me, he's a bigger fool than I ever thought.”
They were getting close to the door, and Harry silently walked back to the bookshelf just in time for a gentle knock to sound out.
“Come in.”
Both women entered, and they looked as much as his senses told him. Amelia looked slightly worse for wear, her meticulous red robes ruffled, while her grey hair, which was tied into a tight bun, had a stray strand going down to her stormy blue eyes. She was a comely sight, despite looking quite older than her companion. Her squarish jaw reminded him of Stannis Baratheon of all people, and Harry idly wondered if kind little Shireen would have grown to look like her.
He shook his head, quickly banishing those thoughts – it was of no use to think of people he would never see again.
Narcissa Malfoy, on the other hand, looked as elegant as ever, yet her face sported a surprisingly calm facade, but he could feel her rage boiling within. It reminded him of the calm before a hurricane.
“Everything went well?” Harry returned the book to its shelf and made his way to the two women.
“As well as it could be.” Director Bones sighed before producing a roll of parchment. “Your deed to the Manor as well as its grounds. The ministry hereby formally acknowledges your ownership of them and expects you to know of any duties owed or ws followed. I will have to ask again, Mr Potter. Are you absolutely sure you want to move there?”
“Positive.” The deed was quickly tucked in the pocket of his vest. It seemed like he would have to rely more on Narcissa’s expertise in taxation and w, as he found himself completely ft-footed. Harry was already warned about venturing into the wildnd and what to do if he noticed any magical creature wandering towards muggle towns. “Any trouble with my demesne?”
“We had to beat off a cn of trolls that had settled on the grounds, as well as a Gytrash. The Gytrash should be easy enough to beat again if it returns – just shine a strong light at it and it will leave. The Trolls, however, are a more serious threat and were not willing to talk. We were forced to kill two of them, but the rest of the cn ran off in the confusion. If they return, I strongly recommend you contact us via floo.”
“I see. What about the manor itself?”
“My team and I did not wander long inside, just enough to find the firepce by the foyer and reconnect it to the Floo network. I hope you know what you are doing, Mr Potter, as the pce was a wreck.”
“I appreciate your concern, Madame Bones, but I assure you, everything will be fine. I fear not a troll nor some ghastly being.”
“Yeah, Harry beat back a troll in his first year when it sneaked into school.” Eleanor had woken and yawned again as she stood up and stretched, grabbing his cloak before it fell off. Technically, it had not been him at all, just sheer dumb luck, desperation, and team effort with Ron…
Director Bones still looked unconvinced, yet Harry could tell that she wouldn't push the matter. The fact that she didn’t bat an eye about a troll in Hogwarts really gave credence to Hermione’s cim. Witches and wizards had a ridiculous sense of what danger entailed.
“Very well, then. I wish I could help you more, but my day has suddenly got much busier. I bid you farewell and the best of luck, Mr Potter. Eleanor? Once you are done speaking to Mr Potter, I would have a word with you, please. Your father is waiting in my office, wondering why his daughter hadn't bothered to tell him she would be te.” The younger girl’s eyes widened before she nodded with resignation. Eleanor swiftly moved to him for a hug that he firmly reciprocated.
“It was good to meet you today, Eleanor.”
“Same. Good luck with pest control.” The older girl gently csped the cloak back over his shoulders as she let him go.
“I’ll manage. Now, go get some sleep.” Harry fondly shook his head as Eleanor made her way to the DMLE head with trepidation. “And thank you, Madame Bones, for all the help. Pass Susan my greetings, would you?”
“Of course. Your portkey is with Mrs Malfoy, and I must caution you against the dangers of entering the wildnd. Your manor’s backyard opens right into the mountain where it is located, and it's unexplored as of yet. A team from the DCRMC will hopefully be in touch with you in the future but don't hesitate to let us know if something happens. Any questions? No? Then, have a pleasant day, Mr Potter, Mrs Malfoy.” Amelia Bones nodded distractedly to him and then to Narcissa, before she left the room like a whirlwind, Eleanor in tow. The woman must have been in a big hurry to barely give him a chance to say farewell.
“Well, Harry. Are you ready for yet another adventure?” Mrs Malfoy’s face softened as she approached him, a broken cup in hand.
“Let’s go… Auntie.” Harry grinned toothily as the beautiful witch giggled at him, and he could sense the fondness emanating from her as if he were her actual nephew. All signs of anger were forgotten, and the Potter heir felt strangely happy that the older witch felt so highly about him.
“Off we go, then.” He grabbed her offered arm, and the port key shined blue as it activated, whisking them away to the mountains of Wales.
A*L*S*M
Potter Manor,
Early evening.
They reappeared in the middle of a clearing, Harry would have lost his footing if his companion had not steadied him. The Potter heir nodded his thanks, receiving a smile in return, and quickly scanned his surroundings. The clearing they were in was freshly made, no doubt by Amelia and her squad.
They were in the middle of an expansive garden with wild and tall grass. There were the remains of a paved walkway that led to a run-down iron gate with a simir fence covered in rust that had gaping holes and missing bars. Looking to the opposite side, Harry finally id eyes on his grandfather's home for the first time.
Amelia had called it a wreck. Harry disagreed.
It was a shithole.
He could smell the stench of trolls from here. Once upon a time, it might have been an elegant country house with at least a dozen rooms, from what Harry could count from the shattered windows. Now, however, it was a ruin.
The manse was four stories tall, with the uppermost floor doubling as an attic with a sloped roof. It was built in a symmetrical design, featuring a central block with two projecting wings surrounding a rge yet rundown fountain now strangled by some sort of ivy in the pavilion leading to the main entrance. What must have been a neat and orderly wn with flower beds and organised bushes had become a veritable jungle of weeds, vines, and all manner of pests. Harry could hear rodents such as rats and squirrels scurrying around, with a fox or two chasing after them. Not to mention the magical pests, as he could have sworn he saw something looking at them from the windows.
Nearby was a smaller building, most likely a guest house or a servant's quarters. There were also the remains of what must have been a tool shed, but it was utterly destroyed. Judging by the smell, most likely by the trolls.
The Potter heir gnced around the house and noticed too many trees, some of them torn down. He could see by the light of the setting sun a small smoke trail deep into the woods, and considering the smell of roasted fat, it was most likely the trolls’ abandoned campsite. At least it seemed like they had not made their dwelling inside the mansion proper, only ransacked it.
Overall, it looked like he would have a very busy summer.
“Well, Harry, it may not seem like much, but I am sure with enough diligence, it would return to its former glory.” Narcissa Malfoy did not sound convinced, and gncing at her scrunched nose showed that the stench was getting to her.
“I think it's brilliant.” The older woman looked at him in surprise, causing him to shrug. “When you compare it to where I used to live, this is the epitome of luxury.”
The blonde woman grimaced and Harry betedly realised she misunderstood him to be referring to the Dursleys. While they were reprehensible, he was talking more about the Wall.
“How about we enter the manor and explore a bit?” Narcissa pointed towards the ajar double doors.
“Might as well.” Harry moved to lead, but the noblewoman held him back with a soft hand on his shoulder. The former Bck witch had her wand in hand as she led the way inside the house. Harry mirrored her, his wand in his right hand while the basilisk fang in his left.
The foyer must have been made of marble tiles at some point, but they were nearly all shattered into pieces and eroded, showing the stone ground underneath.
The firepce was straight ahead from the entrance, thankfully cleaned and repaired as much as possible by the Aurors. Amelia had even left him a jar of Floo powder for him to use. Two hallways on each side led through broken-down doors, but it was too dark to tell what was inside. On each side of the dipidated doorway were rge windows with ratty curtains.
“Watch out, Harry. I can see a Doxy nest already.”
The warning barely sounded before a veritable swarm of the fairy-like pests flew out of the tattered curtains. Narcissa immediately sshed with her wand, causing them all to freeze, before stabbing forward. The flock of Doxies were banished into the wall, causing sickening cracks as their bones shattered and their corpses littered the floor.
“Doxies are venomous little pests, but they could be dealt with either Doxycide or a simple chain spell of Impedimenta and Flipendo.” Mrs Malfoy turned to him with a satisfied smile as she lowered her wand. “I’m surprised the Aurors missed it, but the wretches are usually smart enough to hide when confronted by numbers. Nothing against the likes of–”
Harry’s hand instantly sprang out with the basilisk fang, stabbing deeply into an oversized Doxy that sneaked through the rotted floor to bite Narcissa’s wand arm. The Doxy queen’s pained squeals ended abruptly as the basilisk venom did its work, even as the pest bit into his hand in its death throes.
Harry watched impassively as the flesh and bones of the stubborn little pest began to visibly disintegrate from the venom.
“Harry! Are you alright?” Mrs Malfoy fussed over his bitten hand, but he waved her off.
“Don’t worry, It barely bit through the skin.” Harry dusted off his hand of what little remained from the pest and inspected his injury. There were two small puncture wounds but they were not bleeding overly much. Perhaps he should have kept his gloves on.
“Doxies are venomous. We need to get you treated quickly!” The blonde woman bit her lip in worry as she moved towards the firepce, but Harry grabbed her arm.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m immune to poisons and venoms.”
“What?”
“You will have to trust me on that. Anyway,” he let go of her hand and looked around the ramshackle foyer, as the older woman was blinking in incomprehension. “I think I will need some serious help fixing this pce. I’m tempted to demolish the manor and rebuild it from scratch.”
“That might be smart, and it will allow you to put your hard-earned gold to good use.” Narcissa rubbed her hand for a moment before dragging him into a hug. “Thank you for the save, my dear.”
Harry felt his cheeks burn up. He did not expect the hug at all! The woman could clearly feel his embarrassment as she snuggled him deeper into her cleavage, warm amusement wafting out of her.
“D-don’t mention it, M-Mrs M-Malfoy. My body moved before I could think.”
Gods, was she treating him like some sort of doll?!
“Oh, my hero! What happened to calling me auntie?” The beautiful woman giggled at his red face and pinched his cheeks. She most definitely was…
Harry forcibly shook himself away from her in embarrassment and coughed to regain a measure of his dignity.
“Anyway, I will need to search for builders and other workers for the endeavour. However, I am starving right now. How about we go back to the Leaky for dinner?” At the woman’s mock gre, Harry sighed deeply, “…auntie?”
“Sure, although I highly recommend a certain restaurant in Diagon we could visit. I already reserved a table for us, so I will not take no for an answer.” The blonde woman cpped her hands and smiled pleasantly, but Harry could hear her stomach rumbling as well.
“Excellent! Ah, before I forget. Dobby!”
A loud crack, and the house-elf appeared in the rundown foyer dressed in an overly rge beanie he got from somewhere and a rge green football sweater that reached down to his knees.
“Harry Potter called for–Ah! Bad Mistress is here!” The elf bowed theatrically as always but quickly sprang up in shock.
“You! What are you doing here?!”
Harry looked confused at the scene in front of him. His eyes trailed from the worried yet defiant Dobby to the angry and shocked Narcissa. He betedly realised that, of course, Narcissa Malfoy would know about her husband’s elf.
Oh great, the woman had her wand out and the elf’s fingers were sparkling. And he thought the day had gone retively well.
Evening of the same day.
Azkaban.
Senior Undersecretary Umbridge.
“…and you will just let them get away with this? That savage boy and Lucius’ shrew of a wife?” Dolores agitatedly walked inside the fortress, her hands holding a clipboard, while a disembodied Lumos followed them above their heads. Nearby, Auror Shacklebolt’s Lynx Patronus circled them protectively, keeping any bold dementor at bay. Normally, Dolores would have cast her own, but she was too agitated to concentrate.
It was one of her proudest cims to be one of the few witches capable of casting a corporeal Patronus, as well as her prodigious talent in Charms and Defence. Not to mention her ability to communicate with the dementors, despite not being immune to their effects.
“What would you have me do? Harry bloody Potter arrives at the ministry incognito and is treated like a no-name plebeian! If the people learn that if even their hero and saviour was so badly mistreated for perfectly legal and routine matters, then what should they expect of their own treatment?” The minister shuddered, and Dolores had an inkling it had nothing to do with the chill in the air that seemed to seep into their bones, matching the ominous atmosphere of the notorious wizarding prison. “The sheer number of howlers I would get…”
“But, Cornelius, the boy was utterly rude to you in front of your whole cabinet! Not to mention how Lucius’ bitch had fleeced so much gold from the ministry’s emergency funds that were reserved for our bonuses. How would you expect your department heads to give you the respect you deserve?”
The minister just shook his head like a bulldog shaking away a fly, and Dolores felt emboldened at his continued silence. “That boy is a threat, Cornelius. He,” she gnced warily at their sole Auror detail. Kingsley Shacklebolt gred coldly at her, and she swallowed back what she was going to say, taking a different approach. “He still ruined our proposal! Dumbledore would gain even more popurity now, and our chance to curtail his influence would be forever gone.”
“Enough, Dolores. I shall not have this discussion again. I gave you the opportunity you hounded me for, yet you have royally squandered it because you could not keep your mouth shut.” Her jaws snapped shut, and she gritted her teeth. Oh, those two would pay for today’s humiliation. If Dolores couldn’t reach them, then perhaps she would make life miserable for that stupid girl who dared testify against her superior. If only that Bones bitch didn’t hide her away from her.
Oh, how that woman will pay as well! To so thoroughly humiliate her… But no. Amelia Bones was far too powerful and well-connected to challenge openly.
Letting the matter go for now, they continued on their work as Cornelius stopped by the cells, gesturing for her to bring out her clipboard. They checked on each occupant to make sure they were alive, as per the routine. It wasn’t uncommon for prisoners to pass away, and not all of them were serving a life sentence – Azkaban was neither a friendly pce nor were the dementors good for one’s continuous health. Occasionally, they would talk to the prisoners to see if they were still lucid. Most were nothing but empty husks, in which case they had to actively prod them to make sure they hadn’t been kissed.
The dementors understood them easily enough and could even communicate in their raspy tongues, but for obvious reasons, they couldn’t do any paperwork. No one in their right mind would agree to work here, and the dementors themselves did not appreciate anyone encroaching on their territory. It took everything they could to make sure the prisoners were at least fed and watered, and it was usually a punishment for anyone to deliver the daily rations.
Regardless, this led to a need for an official to come to tour the prison every year, typically in the summer. Cornelius, bless his brave heart, had taken it onto himself to do it at her suggestion to garner popurity.
They reached the highest cells in the towering fortress, where the worst of offenders were pced. Those were typically supporters of the Dark Lord who had been so cruelly left here to rot. Dolores would never admit out loud that she had been an avid fan of the Dark Lord and his ideals, yet she was smart enough to never mention it to anyone. Even the darkest of witches and wizards she knew would never openly support a hated dead man.
But while even great warlocks like Voldemort could be snuffed out, great ideas remained forever.
Many of the prisoners were surprisingly lucid, some even cackling as they saw them. Dolores sped past Ajax Greengrass’ cell before the known lecher could leer at her only to flinch away from the deranged Beltrix Lestrange when she came too close to the bars. Across from her, Cornelius halted by the most notorious criminal of them all.
The right-hand man of the Dark Lord.
Sirius Bck!
“… heard Hagrid was brought in earlier. Did he finally manage to breed a dragon and it burned down Hogsmeade or something?” The mass murderer appeared calm enough when Dolores approached.
“Nothing of the sort… I think. I could never be sure with Hagrid, to be honest. No, it was an unfortunate miscarriage of justice, regarding an event in school. Thankfully, it was all a misunderstanding, and he was released shortly afterwards with recompense.” Surprisingly, Cornelius talked genially with the man, and she had to remember that Sirius Bck was, first and foremost, a highly charismatic individual. If he could pull the wool over James Potter and Albus Dumbledore, she wagered he could probably talk them into springing him out of prison!
“Miscarriage of justice, huh? Sounds familiar.” Bck’s raspy voice sounded from deeper in the cell. The man was standing and leaned on the wall with his arms folded. If one disregarded his emaciated body, filthy clothes and matted hair and beard, you could almost believe that he was not a prisoner, but just another proper wizard from high society.
“I beg your pardon?” Dolores gred indignantly at the inmate. “It sounded like you were accusing us of wrongfully imprisoning people.”
Bck gazed at her with sharp silvery grey eyes for a long moment, so long that Dolores felt a shiver on her back. She was about to humble him before he turned to Cornelius with a strange look on his face.
“Who’s the toady twat?”
A deep chuckle sounded behind her, and Dolores turned to gre at Shacklebolt who did not look repentant at being caught. When she turned back to the cell, she missed the rest of the conversation, and Cornelius was already on his way to the next cell.
Curiously, Sirius Bck had in his hands that same wretched article the Potter boy gave to the minister. The mass murderer walked closer to the small window, allowing the rays of the full moon to shine on the paper for him to read, but she ignored him to catch up with the minister.
Dolores jumped when Bck barked out a hoarse yet strangely joyful ughter.
“I’ve found you!”
Potter Manor is based on Crendon House featuring a simir design. For more details, research Belton House as it is a smaller-scale rendition of Crendon but more detailed.
A cn of trolls? A ghastly being? Doxies and other nasties? Surely, nothing bad will happen over the next few days, right?
Narcissa shows off to Harry and nearly pays the price. I’ve seen so many older women spoiling the crap out of kids for the simplest of reasons, so don’t look too into her hugging Harry like a doll.
Dobby meets his former bad mistress. Will Narcissa manage to keep a civil facade for Harry? Or will an epic duel rage out in the ruined remains of Potter Manor? Find out in the next episode of DBZ.
Oh, and Sirius gets the article! I’m pretty sure that was a no-brainer as this had been foreshadowed since chapter 5.
