Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

"No."

"Yes."

"No," Harry said, and shut the bathroom door hard while Draco was distracted by their admittedly childish argument. "You are not following me when I go to the loo. I don't care what they told you. No one is going to kidnap me here."

"They thought that no one was going to kidnap you in Diagon Alley, either." At least Draco only leaned heavily against the door instead of trying to break it down or something. "Mother almost lost her mind."

"I watched her lose it," Harry muttered darkly, and then leaned towards the door and spoke as clearly as he could. "And if you think you're going to listen to me piss, you aren't. Go away."

"We want to make sure that you're safe."

Harry held back the temptation to bang his head on the door instead of whisper to it, and turned to the loo. At least he thought the spells on the door that meant he had privacy when he was in here and Dobby was cleaning his room would probably keep Draco from hearing anything that he was doing, too.

Harry's hands shook a little as he pissed and then washed his hands and brushed his teeth. He caught sight of his own grey eyes in the mirror, and had to look away, because all he could think of was the moment when Mrs. Malfoy's had burned with hatred.

She had tried to explain, once they got back to Malfoy Manor. She had said the thought of someone taking Harry away again made her like that, and also there was something called the Black madness that ran in the family and probably was one of the reasons that Sirius had acted the way he had.

But Harry had said that she didn't need to torture Black. And Mrs. Malfoy had taken him into her arms and whispered, "Yes, I did. It was all I could do to keep from killing him, but if I had cast the Killing Curse, I would have gone to Azkaban."

That only made things worse, as far as Harry was concerned. It meant that she could control herself, but for whatever reason, she'd decided that it wasn't worth the effort. That not showing those torture spells to Harry wasn't worth the effort.

The Aurors had come and questioned both Mrs. Malfoy and Harry, but nothing had come of it. It turned out that the spell Mrs. Malfoy had used wasn't actually illegal, unlike something called the Cruciatus Curse. She could basically do whatever she wanted as long as she didn't actually use those illegal spells.

Harry had tried to speak up about how silly that was, but the Aurors had literally patted his head and obviously considered him a traumatized, silly child who was still too shaken up to give sensible testimony. And then they had left, and the real horror had begun.

No one wanted to let Harry out of their sight. He hadn't had a session with Healer Letham since this happened, because those were supposed to be private. He did homework in the same room as Mr. Malfoy, who always kept his wand out. He went on walks in the gardens with Mrs. Malfoy, and someone always watched him if he flew. Draco had shown up with a second bed in Harry's bedroom, without even asking, and just had the house-elves set it up.

Now he wanted to follow Harry into the bathroom.

The more Harry thought about it, the more indignant he got. He raked his hair back behind his ears and then stormed over to the bathroom door and threw it open. Draco stumbled, but didn't fall. It seemed he had been leaning on the frame instead of the door itself.

"I can't stand this," Harry snapped at him.

"Stand what?" But then Draco proved he was smarter than Harry used to think he was, because he stood up straight and gave Harry a deeply injured look. "You know that we're worried about you. You know that we're just trying to keep you safe."

"I know, but I didn't get kidnapped! You weren't even this bad right after I got found." Harry stalked past Draco into the room and threw himself on his own bed. Draco came over and sat on his, watching Harry narrowly.

"I hate it when you're this overprotective," Harry whispered, shutting his eyes.

"Well, we have to be." Draco sounded offended. "Henry, Black can somehow come onto the grounds. We don't even know how he's doing it."

Harry opened one eye. "I thought it was because he was an Animagus? Or because he's a Grim Animagus." Now that Mrs. Malfoy had seen Black transform from a black dog, Harry didn't have to pretend that he doesn't know about that anymore.

Draco shook his head. "There are wards that should have kept Animagi out. And I think he's just a dog, not a Grim. He looks a lot like a Grim, that's all." Draco swallowed with visible nervousness. "And he—and he wants, what? I thought he wanted to kill you, but that bit about James's legacy says he doesn't."

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