Draco split his time between Harry and Lucius, giving them potions, keeping them covered and generally running himself ragged. When Harry stopped sweating and biting his lips and Lucius stopped writhing in pain, Draco set their house-elves to watching them and went to bed, it was nearly midnight and he was worn out. Draco, Harry and Lucius slept until nearly 10 am. Lucius woke first, took a pain potion and got up. After bathing and dressing he went to check on his son. Draco was up and getting dressed. He still had circles under his eyes but he seemed rested. “How are you, my dragon?” “A bit tired still but if I sleep anymore now I won't sleep tonight. I'm ready for breakfast.” Draco ran a hand down the lapel of his outer robe. “Father? I think Harry should come down to breakfast this morning. He's still got pneumonia but he's breathing better and he needs to feel accepted here.” Lucius nodded, rubbing his chin with one hand. “Hmmm, you're right. I'll go see if he feels like it. If he feels too badly still, I don't think we should push him.” Draco nodded. “That's always a very bad idea with Harry. You try to force him and ... he bulls up worse than Weasley. And speaking of him, we need to get him here in the next few days.” “I was going to floo Molly later this morning and ask if he could come tomorrow. It's the first day of the long weekend today.” Draco blinked, a surprised look flitting across his face. “Only three more weeks before the end of the year. How time flies when you're having fun.” Lucius didn't miss his sarcastic tone. “I realize that you had a difficult time of it this half, but you knew to expect it because of your decision. Which I support, by the way. Next year will be better, you'll see. I have a few conversations to have. But we digress, Harry, breakfast. Come.” Draco smiled Lucius was feeling better, he could tell. “Coming. Do you want me to go on down, or come help you convince Harry?” Lucius considered for a moment. “Go on down, I don't want Harry to feel coerced.” “Very well. I'll see you in a few minutes. Anything in particular you want?” Lucius shook his head. “Not for me, but make sure there's the juice of oranges for Harry.” Draco left Lucius standing at Harry's door and disappeared down the hall. Lucius knocked and waited for Harry to call, 'Come in.', then opened the door. He found Harry sitting on his bed, putting on his shoes. Harry was dressed in a ragged pair of jeans and a t-shirt that proclaimed, “The voices in my head are telling me to kill you.” in letters that looked like they'd been painted on in blood. Lucius didn't say anything about the clothing, just suggesting that Harry would be more comfortable wearing robes too. Harry raised his eyebrow at that and Lucius told him that Malfoy Manor was quite cold, no matter what they did. Harry just accepted the robes that Mimsey brought him and tugged them on. “Do you need any help down the stairs?” Lucius offered Harry his arm. Harry quietly rejected the help and started out the door. Lucius followed him watching carefully for any signs of weakness. He didn't want Harry falling down the marble staircase that led from the living quarters to the main hall, a cracked skull wasn't conducive to recovery. “I want to thank you for taking care of me. That was you, wasn't it? Humming, I mean.” “Yes, did you find it unpleasant?” Harry ducked his head to hide his flush. “No, it was actually quite nice. No one has ever held me when I was sick before. Or sung to me. It was ... very nice.” Lucius gave Harry a strange look. “No one? Ever?” “That I remember at least. Aunt Petunia didn't ... want to be bothered. I just sort of ... took care of myself as best I could.” Lucius stepped into the breakfast room, gave Harry one of his inscrutable looks and remarked with admirable calm, “I see. Well, things are different here. It's my duty ... and pleasure, to care for you. Come, sit down and eat.” Harry gave the food on the table a doubtful look but obediently settled in a chair. Lucius took the head of the table and Draco the foot which left Harry on Lucius's left and Draco's right, exactly where he belonged. “What would you like?” Draco started handing platters onto the table, after serving himself. Harry gave this procedure an odd look. “Um...Shouldn't Mr. Malfoy be served first?” Draco shook his head saying calmly. “Oh, no. Poison you know. I eat first, or, come to think of it, you should.” Harry started slightly. “Me! But I'm... that is...” Lucius just laughed softly. “Draco, my dragon, contrary to custom, I think you should continue in this. Harry wouldn't recognize a poison soon enough. Now, Harry, what would you like?” Harry sighed rather dramatically. “I'd like bacon, eggs, buttery toast, sweet tea, and porridge, but I'm having an egg and some porridge. Otherwise, I'll just sick up and make another mess.” “I see. There's also the juice of oranges and you can have some tea without ill effects I believe.” Lucius tapped the table with one finger and the required food appeared. Harry eyed the porridge for a second. “That looks nice, but ... well, we'll see. And I believe I'm supposed to have potions?” Draco just put the wooden rack down in front of Harry's place and nodded. “Yes, and here they are. They're the same as yesterday and will continue for a year, unless the cycle is interrupted, then it may take longer. Do you want to take them now or after you eat?” Harry thought for a moment. “Now. I hope the breakfast takes the taste out of my mouth. Why do potions have to taste so bad?” Harry swallowed the first potion with a shudder. “I'm really sorry about that. It's the active ingredient, in most cases, that tastes bad. I'll see if I can't do something about the potions I'm making. The Brewmaster won't care though, so you'll just have to tough it out on the nerve potion and the Evacuating potion.” Harry gave Draco a disgusted glare. “I know, disgusting name, gives one all sorts of mental pictures. Most of which I'd really rather not have. It's the one to remove the Moogra Oil from your system, you'll be taking that one for most of a year. The nutrient potion will make up for you not being able to digest properly, but the more Evacuation Potion you take the better your digestive system will work. It's a balancing act. One I'm afraid I'm not very good at, but Mw. Thomas is. Now, forget all that and eat.” Harry finished his last potion with another shudder and pushed the rack away. “So, as long as I take my potions, I should be getting better soon?” Lucius took over the explanations. “I don't understand exactly how it works, but as long as you take the potion, the oil will remain suspended, for lack of a better term, in your system, slowly making it's way out over time. And, as long as the oil is in suspension, you'll be able to gain nourishment from the food you eat. Stop the potion and the oil will recombine in your intestines and you'll begin to starve again. The medi-wizard said that your stomach will probably be sensitive to a few things for quite a while. Grease, for instance, and overly spiced or salty foods. You'll just have to eat things to see what agrees and what doesn't.” While Lucius had been speaking, Harry had been eating. He managed the cereal with some milk, a piece of toast, dry, and tea and juice without problems but the smell of bacon turned his stomach enough that he refused it. Lucius sat and drank tea while Harry and Draco ate and talked about, of all things, potions. “I know you're a lot better at potions than I am. Snape's going to flunk me for sure.” Draco sipped at his tea for a second. “I'd offer to tutor you but we'd be at each other's throats in a second. I'll see what I can do about the taste of the nutrient potion, I promise.” Lucius only managed not to choke on his tea by a miracle. “Yeah, promise, then forget all about it. But, thanks anyway.” Draco glared at Harry. “Potter, I'm mortally offended.” Harry just snorted. “You never make promises.” “Why do you think I so rarely promise anything? I don't make promises I'm not sure I can keep. This one, I can. I didn't promise to do something about the taste, I'm not sure I can, I only promised to try. Which I will do.” Harry thought about that for a few moments. “Oh, ok. Well...thanks. Um...Mr. Malfoy?” Harry jumped when both Lucius and Draco said yes. “This is going to be confusing.” Draco just said, “Not if you call me Draco. Please?” “Ok. Thanks. You can call me Harry. But back to what I was going to ask. How much can I do?” Lucius didn't pretend he didn't understand. “As much as you feel like doing. I checked while you were asleep. Your fever is gone, your cough is just about. I think you should do whatever you want, listen to your body. If you want to sleep, do so. Exercise, the same. If you feel ill, or need anything, call Mimsey. She's at your service now. Excuse me, I have business to attend to. Draco, my dragon...” Draco made a soft inquiring sound. “do not antagonize him, or fight with him, no matter the provocation.” Draco just nodded, almost a bow. “Yes, father...or do I mean no? At any rate, I won't.” Lucius shot a warning glance at Harry. “And I'd appreciate it if you made it easy for Draco not to annoy you.” He strode out, robes flaring out behind him. Draco got up and said he was going to the stillery to see if he couldn't do something about flavoring potions and that left Harry to his own devices. Harry wandered around a bit but realized that the possibility of getting lost was very real. He returned to his rooms and settled on the fainting couch for a nap, but couldn't sleep. “Service, please.” Mimsey popped in bowing. “Where is my trunk? I'd like some of the things from it.” “Mimsey is not unpacking anything but the clothing. There is no robes, only muggle things. That robe is the only one you have. All the other things is still in it.” Mimsey was rummaging in the closet while she spoke. “Ah, here it is.” She dragged the small trunk out and carried it to Harry. Harry opened it and started taking things out. He handed the articles to Mimsey and had her put them out on the floor, telling her, “When I know what's here, I'll tell you were to put it. Ok?” “Mimsey is happy to serve Young Master Harry Potter, Sir.” Harry sighed. “Would you please contain yourself? Either call me Sir, or Master, not that whole long string of stuff. It's annoying and distracting. Please?” Mimsey nodded. “Yes, sir, Mimsey is happy to.” So Harry sorted his things into groups on the rug. When he was done he had a pile of electronics; his MP3 player, a PSP, and a Nintendo DS; plus games, headphones, and a few odds and ends. There was a pile of art supplies and another of books. He sighed when he saw that, realizing he was very behind in his self imposed studies. “Is sir getting tired? Shall Mimsey bring a snack?” Mimsey gazed at Harry with huge golden-yellow eyes. Harry smiled at her. “I think I'd like that. Um ... something ... are there any peaches?” Mimsey blinked then admitted that she didn't know. “Well, if there are, I'd like one sliced over a piece of Ginger Cake. If that isn't available, whatever is will do. Then I'm going to finish organizing this mess.”  “Yes, sir, Mimsey thinks peaches and Ginger Cake is possible. Ginger Cake is always here.” Mimsey snapped her fingers and disappeared. Harry flopped down on the floor and started sorting books. He stopped for a moment smiling at a sudden thought of what Hermione would think of him ordering Mimsey around. But Dobby had flatly told him, “You is good people, serving is natural to a house-elf. Who we serve is what makes it good or bad. You is saying please and thank you to elveses, you is good to serve. Don't fuss so much.” So he didn't. He was happy to have help with things, especially clean clothing and changing beds, besides he didn't want to get into a confrontation with Lucius Malfoy over house-elves. Mimsey popped in again with a plate with a slice of ginger cake covered with peach slices and, Harry tasted it, Yogurt and honey sauce. “Mmmm, Mimsey, tell Cook that this is delicious.” Mimsey pulled one ear, grinning. “Mimsey is making this. You like it?” Harry nodded, unable to speak around a mouthful of his snack. He quickly finished and handed the empty plate to Mimsey who disappeared with it and popped back in quickly. “Ok, I want to arrange my desk, my art supplies and my electronic equipment. First, let's do the desk. The rest depends on how much room is left in the desk.” Mimsey smiled at Harry, flapping her ears and making him laugh. “The desk is ... never filled. It will make room for anything you wish and you can always find what you want. What is elect...what you said?” Harry picked up his MP3 player and looked at it sadly. He really wanted to listen to some music, but everyone said that electronics didn't work in the wizarding world. He put the earbuds into his ears almost automatically then fingered the power button. Deciding there was no reason not to try it he pushed the button and was rewarded with music. He gave a soft crow of delight. Mimsey looked up when she heard the music then went back to work. She knew less than nothing about electronic things but was glad to see her solemn young master smiling. Mimsey could read, all house-elves, contrary to popular belief, could. How could they run a house, use cleaning supplies and fill out orders if they couldn't read or write. So Mimsey read the titles of Harry's books and put them away in alphabetical order by year. She then turned her attention to Harry's art supplies. She eyed the conglomeration of broken pencils, markers, nearly empty tubes of paints, and half used pads of paper with a jaundiced eye but refrained from remark. She sorted things as best she could and tucked them into the drawers. She patted Harry on the knee and he pulled the button-like things from his ears. Mimsey wondered how they could make all that sound but, being a house-elf didn't bother herself with asking Harry, she just announced, “There, Mimsey is done. You want something different, you say and she will change it.” She went on to show Harry were everything was, books in the built in bookcase, all his writing supplies in the pen and pencil drawer along with all his other pencils, markers and pastels. All his paints and brushes were in another drawer and paper of any kind in still another. That left an empty drawer for him to put his electronics in and two more that were empty until he needed them. He approved the arrangement and settled at the desk to put his electronics away. He wrapped all the cords and Mimsey gave him lengths of ribbon to tie them with. He found a box to put the game cartridges in and sorted them by which game they went with. He was still listening to his MP3 player when it beeped at him, the battery was going dead. Harry scowled as he realized that he had no way of recharging any of his things, there was no electricity in Malfoy Manor, nor in any wizarding home he'd heard of. He wasn't going to send his things to Hermione, she'd run to Dumbledore in a second. Frankie and Johnny would do it. He decided to write to them and ask if they minded. Mimsey had other ideas. “You is putting that away. You is needing to go through your clothing and deciding what else you need. Come, young master, you can make a letter later.” Harry had to laugh at Mimsey's bossy tone. “Ok, Ok. Start bringing things out.” Mimsey nodded and padded into the closet. It didn't take them long to realize that Harry had muggle clothing enough to last him a while, but only the one set of robes, which were school robes and not appropriate for home wear. Mimsey wrung her hands but Harry just said, “Mimsey, stop that. I'm sure there are robes in the house that I can have. Go see what you can find. Shoo, now, I want to write my letter. Oh, and find out about my owl please, I really would like to have Hedwig here.” Mimsey just nodded and left with a soft pop. She returned some time later with a pile of robes, most of which smelled of lavender and camphor. They were also rather badly creased. Mimsey just dropped the whole pile on the floor and started sorting through it. “Here, you try this one on, so Mimsey can see the fit.” Mimsey handed Harry the robe. Harry made a face at the smell but put it on. Mimsey sighed and shook her head but Harry assured her that the robes fit well enough for him. She just shrugged and left with the pile of robes. Harry sat at his desk and wrote his letter to Frankie and Johnny assuring them that he was fine and rambling a bit about what was going on with him. He asked them if it would be alright for him to send his things for recharging, explaining that there was no electric there. He folded it and dropped a blob of sealing wax onto the over fold. He still didn't have a seal so he left it blank just smearing it around with the back of the spoon. Mimsey popped back in with most of the robes draped over her arms. “Here is robes, all cleaned and ironed. Also this.” She held up Harry's dancing costumes. “What is they?” Harry let out a little crow of delight. “My costumes. They sent my costumes. Mimsey, put them up carefully. I probably won't ever need them again but they're precious to me. Sentimental value. Ok?” “Yes, sir. Mimsey will pack them with lavender and sandalwood, to keep out bugs.” Harry nodded his thanks and went back to his study's. He'd ask Lucius to send his letter at supper. . Ron Weasley looked up from his book, his mother had insisted that he study at least an hour a day, so he was struggling through Arithmancy. He wasn't doing very well and wished Hermione was there. He jumped slightly when he heard the soft pop of apparition. Lucius Malfoy didn't bother to equivocate. “Ronald, I have something to tell you, but you must promise not to tell anyone, anyone at all.” Ron nearly jumped out of his skin. “Damnation! Scare me half to death. Say your say, I've got three chapters of Arithmancy to get through and I'm behind.” Lucius decided that that was the nicest greeting he was going to get from the temperamental red head so he just repeated. “You have to promise, Wizard's Oath, not to tell anyone first.” Ron thought for a second then decided that there was no use arguing, what would be the purpose of asking for a promise after the information was given, the promise could be refused. “Very well, I swear. What is it?” “I have Harry. He wants to see you this afternoon, if it is convenient.” Lucius couldn't help smiling at the expression of joy on Ron's face. “You must NOT tell anyone. Not your Mother, or Father, and especially not Granger. Do you understand?” Ron nodded. “Yes, I do. If I tell any of them, they'll go running to Dumbledore and Harry will be right back where he was. And that's not good. I'll just go for a walk after lunch and ... can I apparate into your grounds?” “No, but this button is a port-key. All you have to say is, 'I'm ready to see Harry.' It will port you into the vestibule. About tea time?” Ron nodded. “I'll be there.” . Harry looked up from his book, he was studying Ancient Runes. “Sir?” Lucius smiled, a rare and sweet thing to see. “Mr. Weasley will be here for tea.” Instead of looking happy, Harry paled alarmingly. “Oh, ok. When is Dumbledore coming to get me?” Lucius settled on the foot of the lounge Harry was reclining on. “He's not. Even if he did, he can't do anything. For now, we're not even letting Molly, Arthur or Miss Granger know where you are. You don't need the unpleasantness that's sure to follow. I want you healthy as quickly as possible.” Harry looked puzzled for a moment then shook his head dismissively. “I'll be well in a couple more days. The potions are taking hold and I'm getting so I can eat. But ... you said Mr. Weasley was coming then said not to tell Arthur. I'm confused, which is it?” Lucius nodded almost to himself. “Ah, I see. Mr. Weasley, Ronald Weasley is coming. Arthur Weasley is not to be told about you yet. We'll have to sort names out in a little while.” “Ok, when's Ron coming again?” “Tea time. I'll be sure to tell the elves to put on extra.” Lucius smiled again. “Ancient Runes? I thought you weren't taking that.” “I wasn't, but I got interested, so I'm playing catch up. I really think Ogham is something. And Gaelic is the oldest language in Europe.” Lucius thought for a moment. “I think there are some books in the library, feel free to take what books you want. Just write down which one's you take, so I'll know where they are. Now, you might want to get some rest. Tea is in about two hours.” Harry put his book away, and settled back. “Oh, I almost forgot. I was going to ask you at supper, but since you're here. Would it be too much trouble for you to send a letter to Frankie and Johnny for me?” “None at all. Give it to me and I'll send it with my regular muggle post.” Harry handed Lucius the letter. He examined it for a moment then sighed. “I swear, I'm getting senile already. I completely forgot to give you your seals. I'll get them and bring them to tea. Do you need more wax?” Harry nodded. “Yes, and more alcohol for my melter. And do you have a box, mine is falling apart.” “I'll see to it. Why don't you take a short nap, your eyes are heavy and it wouldn't do for you to fall asleep in your teacup.” Lucius picked up an afghan and tossed it over Harry's legs. Harry settled down and smiled slightly. “Thank you, sir, I think I will.” He yawned, covering his mouth with one hand. Lucius padded quietly to the door, glanced back at Harry and shook his head. He was already realizing that he had been completely wrong about Harry. He was hoping that reparations wouldn't be too hard. So far, Harry was accepting and compliant. It worried Lucius. He went into his private sitting room and settled in an over stuffed chair, his feet on a poof and applied his sharp intellect to the problem that was Harry Potter. He spent the greater part of his wait for Ron Weasley in the process.  He jerked back to awareness with the small alarm in the vestibule went off, signaling that Ron had port-keyed in. Lucius went to meet him. “Hello, welcome to my home.” Lucius bowed slightly Ron bowed back. His family might be poverty stricken but he'd been taught proper manners, whether he chose to use them or not. “I thank you for your welcome.” Lucius refrained from comment, just motioning to the large front parlor. “Harry is in the front parlor with Draco. Please do remember that he's been extremely ill. I'd rather you not upset him.” “What's wrong with the git? He's been missing forever. Is it bad? Should I go back home?” Lucius shook his head, braid swinging. “No, he still has a touch of pneumonia. I'm not going to tell you anything. It's for Harry to tell as it's his story, not mine. Now. I, sir, challenge you to a game of chess.” Ron snickered then answered the formal challenge. “I accept your challenge, shall there be a forfeit?” “No. Your utter humiliation at the board will be enough. Come on. The tea should be on by now.” Lucius led the way into the room. Ron took one look at Harry and sighed. “Mate, you look like something the kneazle dragged in. How're you feeling?” “Not too bad. I was really sick for a while, but Mr. Malfoy got Mw. Thomas to come see to me. I'm fine.” Harry shook hands without rising and shoved a cup of tea at Ron. Ron took it and sat down in the chair closest to Harry. Draco took the chair near his feet and Lucius sat across the tea table from them. Ron bombarded Harry with questions that Harry easily avoided, every time he was asked something he didn't want to answer he just handed Ron another pastry. After the tea was finished, Harry asked Lucius if he could have his guardianship contract. Lucius just produced the neatly bound document from his robes and handed it over. “Ron, read this and tell me how much trouble I'm in now.” Harry shoved the document at Ron with one hand and ran the other through his bangs. Ron pulled a handkerchief from his one of his pockets and wiped his hands. He unfolded the contract and started reading, humming from time to time. He exclaimed softly once, and snorted at a few things. Finally he was finished. “Well, all I can say is ... I really wish I had a contract like this one. Everything is set out very carefully. His responsibilities and yours. Just punishment for specific disobedience and a rule of thumb. Wish I had a contract like this one. All I've got is the family bond, not that that's a problem with Mum and Dad, just ... you know how I like a nice contract. This one is exceptional. Just watch out for Appendix C. You better read it carefully.” He folded the contract and handed it to Harry who passed it on to Lucius. “Great contract, really a joy to read.” He clapped his hands and turned to Lucius. “Now, how about that game of chess.” Harry groaned softly. “Bloody hell, Draco, didn't you warn him about challenging Ron?” Draco smirked at Ron. “Father is an excellent chess player. We'll see. Bet you a galleon on the outcome.” “Ok, I need some pocket money.” Lucius shot a quick glance at Harry, but he was grinning at Draco so he couldn't tell if it was a joke or not. Lucius put out the chess pieces while he talked to Ron about Harry's contract. Ron was of the opinion that Harry was very lucky. Lucius was worried that some of the immutable specifics of Appendix C would cause problems. Ron just shrugged and said mildly, “You'd be surprised what Harry will put up with, if you just explain them to him. Pawn to E4 to open.” He moved the piece from its home place to the opening gambit. Lucius remarked mildly. “We don't feel it necessary to announce our moves. If it makes you more comfortable please feel free to do so.” Ron grimaced at Lucius's move and replied, “I usually don't at school, but at home, I have to or everyone accuses me of cheating. Can I ask you a question?” Lucius refrained from telling Ron that he had just asked one. “If you like, although I retain the right to refuse to answer.” “Fair enough. Um ... why the hell did you give my sister that damn journal.” Lucius didn't bother to pretend he didn't know what Ron was talking about although both Harry and Draco gasped softly. “Your father and I have been rivals since Hogwarts days. He's led at least four raids on my home, searching for dark artifacts. As if I would be fool enough to keep any in my home. I just wanted him to find that in his own home. I wanted something to rub his nose in so to speak. Believe me, it wasn't worth it. Voldemort nearly killed me for it. I still don't know what all the fuss was about either.” Ron sighed, “I was afraid it was something like that. What started all this?” Lucius rubbed his chin, thinking about his next move and replied absently, “Would you believe I don't remember what started it? I truly don't. If Arthur would let it lie, I'd leave it alone too.” Draco bit his lip, things could go very badly here but Ron nodded, moved a piece and remarked, “It doesn't make any difference what Father says, I'm declaring peace between us. I'll make a formal apology if you like. Oh, and, check, and mate.” Lucius glared at the chess board for a moment then what Ron had said sank in. “Oh, damn. ... What? I mean, excuse me?” Ron stood up. “I'll make as formal an apology as you require. I realize that it's not the same as getting one from Father, but that's not going to happen. I heard a few stories just a while ago that make me ashamed.” Lucius glanced at Draco who just nodded a bit. Lucius turned back to Ron. “That won't be necessary, I'll take the word as the deed and we'll call it even. More tea?” Ron nodded. “Please. Harry? You don't look so good. You alright?” Harry gave Ron a rather dazed look. “Yeah, I'm fine. But ... what just happened here? I'm confused.” Ron opened his mouth but Draco beat him to the explanation. “Ron just offered a formal apology for the way his father's men treated me, and my family, when they raided the manor. Father accepted. And that's an end to the rivalry between Ronald Bilius Weasley and the Malfoy family. Old Traditionalist thing.” “But ...does it go both ways? I mean, shouldn't Mr. Malfoy apologize for giving Ginney that diary?” “Um ... as the older of the two, accepting Ron's apology was an apology of his own. It can get very complicated.” Harry just shrugged. “Ok. If you're sure.” He put his head back on the high arm of the couch and sighed. “I'm tired.” Ron accepted the cup of tea that Lucius handed him. “Thank you. Well, mate, just lean back and rest then.” Ron turned to Draco and asked him a question. Draco started to say something smart then changed his mind and just answered the question. Ron's significant glance told him just to go along with it. He did and Harry was sound asleep in less than two minutes. When Ron handed Lucius his empty tea cup and stood, they silently slipped out into the hall. Ron turned to look into Lucius's eyes. He apparently liked what he saw because he nodded. “Mr. Malfoy, I know you're an adult and all, but I'm going to give you some advice. Do not lie to Harry. No matter how embarrassing, no matter how personal, if he asks you a question either refuse to answer or tell him the truth. Dumbledore lies to him all the time, protecting him, he says. I just think some of the answers are uncomfortable. And don't make the mistake of believing Harry when he says he's fine. Thank you for the tea, but I'd better get going, Mum'll go mental if I'm gone much longer. Good-bye.” He activated the button-cum-port-key and disappeared. Draco blinked at the spot where Ron had been standing. “Well, that went surprisingly well.” Lucius nodded. “Indeed it did. I'm relieved, to say the least. Ronald is much more intelligent than he lets on.” Draco pulled on his lip for a moment. “I think his temper gets the best of him and that makes him make stupid mistakes. I'll work on that.” Lucius nodded. “That would be good.” They left Harry sleeping on the fainting couch, covered with an afghan. He'd be fine there, Mimsey was keeping an eye on him. . Molly Weasley wasn't a Ligilemens but she was a mother and she could read Ron like a book. “Ronald, what have you been up to? You've been doing something you shouldn't have. I can tell.” Ron stammered a bit then shrugged. “Playing chess.” Molly crossed her arms over her chest. “With whom? And, have you heard from Harry? You'll tell me at once if you do. Now, go on up and wash for supper.” Ron bit his lip for a moment. “Just someone I know. Haven't gotten a letter from Harry. If Harry writes to me, I'll let you know.” He scrambled up the stairs and wiped sweat from his forehead, if his mother found out that he'd lied he was really in for it, but he knew Lucius was right. If his parents found out where Harry was, they'd tell Dumbledore at once and that would be a disaster. He washed his hands and face then went to change his robes. Supper was a dismal affair, Molly was in a temper, Arthur distracted. The twins were in a snit with Percy who was threatening to report some of their jokes to the Ministry and Ginny was sulking because they couldn't afford new dress robes for her. Charlie and Bill were both out of the country, of course, and so weren't there to referee. Ron sighed and poked at his mash, wishing he could talk to Harry again. No one noticed due to all the tension at the table. One younger brother always managed to lose out. . Severus Snape stirred his cauldron slowly, the color was just right and the consistency perfect. This was the second batch of potion he'd made for Mw. Thomas. The man was being extremely secretive, but Severus didn't blame him. Someone in the Wizarding Ton had managed to poison themselves with Moogra oil. How that had happened was surely an attempt at assassination, slow poisoning. It was very lucrative for him however, as the potion was complex and demanding. He took the cauldron off the flame and set it in a cold tripod. When it cooled he would bottle it in plain single dose vials and send it to Mw. Thomas. He contemplated his payment with some pleasure. He was charging this person through the nose, secrecy was expensive, even more expensive than complexity. Snape sighed, he also had another potion to brew for Mw. Thomas, one to help repair the consequences of prolonged exposure to Cruciatus. He wondered who that was for but, again, Mw. Thomas was close-mouthed. He wondered, idly, if he could slip the man some Veritaserum, not that that would help much. He didn't know the correct questions to ask. . Albus Brian etc. Dumbledore was more worried than he could remember. He had lost Harry Potter. This was bad enough, but now the Ministry was trying to take custody of Harry. That would be a major disaster. If the Ministry got hold of Harry, in his suggestible state of mind, they'd ruin him. He had to be strong, tough, and malleable. Dumbledore never realized that his desires were contradictory in the extreme. He just knew that he had to keep control of Harry, therefore, he sat and brooded over the mess. . Harry was feeling much better the next morning, almost normal in fact. He settled at the table with a smile for Lucius and a nod for Draco. Lucius tapped the table and their food appeared. It was served family style, as was custom, and Harry realized that everything smelled so good it made his mouth water. “Eggs?” Draco offered Harry the warm bowl. “Please, and the bacon, toast, kippers, and ... um ... just some of everything.” Harry put some of all the dishes on the table on his plate then dumped cheese sauce over it all. Draco winced and Lucius got very interested in his Wizarding Times. Harry started to eat, the eggs and cheese sauce were particularly nice, never realizing that Draco had forgotten his potions. He managed all the eggs and a piece of bacon before he realized that he was in trouble. “Excuse me, please.” Harry managed to get to his feet and start for the door. Lucius, aware that Harry was unwell, but not knowing what was wrong, got between Harry and the door and reached out for him. Harry managed to dodge Lucius's outstretched hand, but slipped on the slick parquet floor. He landed on his hands and knees then vomited everything he'd eaten. Lucius made a soft sound of distress and cleaned the mess with a flick of his wand. He helped Harry to his feet and called Draco to come help Harry back to his chair while he summoned the medi-wizard. Harry accepted the help to the chair, he was weak and dizzy after the effort but refused the medi-wizard. He wanted to wait until he'd had his potions and tried to eat again. Lucius agreed conditionally. He watched as Draco got Harry's potions then checked each one and handed it to Harry himself. Harry obediently swallowed the potions, shuddering at the nerve repairing one especially. “Harry, I'm really sorry I forgot your potions. There's no excuse for it. I can only say that I was up late last night and leave it at that.” Harry shrugged one shoulder a bit irritably. “Draco, it's ok. I'm just embarrassed that I made a mess. You should have let me clean it up myself. If you were up late last night it's understandable that you would forget something so unimportant. Stop fretting.” Draco gave Harry a glare of complete disgust but Lucius got his comment in first. “There's no excuse for Draco forgetting something so important as your potions. Your health is more important than anything.” Draco nodded. “That's right. I should have gone to bed instead of researching ways to flavor potions. It's no good to do research when you're half asleep.” Lucius turned to look at Draco. “Flavor potions? Why?” Draco smirked at Lucius. “Because I promised Harry, remember?” Lucius blinked once, slowly, considering this bit of information. “You've always said that potions taste bad because they're good for you. Explain.” Harry felt a bit like he was watching a tennis match, turning his head to look from one Malfoy to the other. “Harry doesn't like the taste. He's going to be on the Nerve potion and the immune support potion for at least three weeks, the nutrient and Moogra oil binding ones for even longer. I promised that I'd see if I can't do something about the taste.” Lucius gave Draco a grim look. “And what have I told you about making promises?” “That's why I only promised to try. Now, we're upsetting Harry with this arguing and that's not good for an already upset stomach. Come sit down and drink your tea.” Lucius let himself be convinced to settle back in his chair and eat the rest of his breakfast. Draco insisted on making up Harry's plate while Lucius made suggestions between languid bites of toast. Harry wound up with a bowl of porridge with honey and cream, a piece of whole meal toast with a bit of butter and some jam, and a coddled egg. He ate it slowly and it stayed down. Draco also gave him a cup of tea, which he insisted Harry drink. Harry didn't like it much as it was heavy with ginger flavor and a bit too peppery for him. Harry drank it just to avoid an argument. Lucius noticed the way Harry was drinking the tea in tiny distasteful sips and said, “If you don't like it, don't drink it.” Harry put down the cup, eyed a glaring Draco then said, “But sir, he seems to really want me to drink it. It's not that bad. I'd rather drink it than get into an argument just now.” Lucius gave Harry a slow considering look then turned to Draco. “Well, my dragon?” “It's good for an upset stomach. He's been taking too many stomach calming draughts so I thought a tisane instead.” Harry nodded once, almost to himself and finished off his tea without comment. Lucius turned his attention back to his paper, which he'd had a house-elf retrieve from the floor for him. After they were all done eating, with Draco being last, Lucius announced that he had mail to deal with and that Harry had exactly one hour to occupy until Lucius wanted him in the library, which he also used as an office, to deal with business matters. Harry just nodded and excused himself. Draco did so also announcing that he was going back to his research. . Harry worked on his Herbology book, copying out a passage about his latest illustration. Mimsey popped in, handed him a set of robes and told him he had five minutes to get to the library and that Master Lucius hated lateness. Harry scrambled into the robes and hurried to the library. Lucius looked up and scowled, Harry glanced hastily at the clock on the mantle, it read five 'til. “I'm not late. Um ... am I? I'm sorry if I made you wait, I'll do better next time, I swear.” This made Lucius scowl even more. “One, you are not late, the clock on the mantle is exact. Two, do not ever promise anything unless you truly mean it. These useless promises are undignified and ... troubling. Now, what are you doing wearing my old robes. Those robes are at least two seasons out of fashion and three sizes too large; and, I might add, much too long.” Harry rubbed the back of his neck. “Um ... I only have school robes and they're too short and narrow in the shoulders. I told Mimsey to find me something that would suit and these are some that she found. I'll ... um ... try not to promise stuff just ... it always ... um ...” Harry peeked at Lucius from under his fringe and sighed. “I'm sorry. I really don't mean to upset anyone but ...” Lucius just pointed to a chair and told Harry to sit down, calm himself and get ready to discuss business. Harry settled in the chair and took a deep breath. “Ok, I'm ready. What now?” Lucius explained that, as Harry's guardian, he was in charge of all his money, properties and investments. “So, as there's a lot that needs doing, I wanted to see what ideas you might have. I've already gotten a complete accounting of everything and consolidated your vaults into one for currency and one for artifacts. I have sent for your family ring and the rings of the Black and LeStrange family's. You are entitled to wear all three of them, but I really wouldn't. It's a bit ostentatious. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you that you're also entitled to wear the Malfoy family crest and I'd advise you to do so. It will avoid a few problems, like getting you keyed into the wards and allowing you to collect your allowance. I've closed your personal vault and changed it over to another one. Someone was dipping into it rather heavily.” Harry's astonished expression was more than Lucius had hoped for. He was astonished himself to see it rapidly change to an expression of fury. He braced himself for an explosion aimed at his meddling. “Well, I like that. Who would dare? um...” Harry took a deep breath and calmed himself. “Damn, yelling isn't going to help. What have you done about it so far?” “Stopped the depredations and asked the goblins to make an effort to retrieve the funds. I've also changed all the vault access methods. I'm also in the process of repairing your residences and making them suitable for habitation. I'm also managing your various investments, which have been neglected since James died. Shameful, truly shameful. But I'll have everything in good heart by the time you're old enough to inherit them. I have a complete inventory of your properties, real and fiscal, in this ledger. You'll need to go over it, sooner or later, but don't worry too much about it. I have #12 Grimmauld Place closed for refurbishing and have gotten several letters about that. Potter Hall is in fairly good repair, the house-elves left there were doing well on their own. I gave a few orders about the gardens and cleaning but left well enough alone. I hope you approve. You also have some residences from the LeStranges, a chateau in France and a fortress in ... I forget were. I've been there and it's a gloomy place, to say the least.” He stopped talking when he got a good look at Harry's face. “Chateau, Potter Hall? What are you talking about? Investments? I don't know anything about what you are talking about.” Lucius snarled. “I'm going to hex that old coot yet. Mr. Potter, you're a very wealthy young man. Very. Not quite as wealthy as I am but the difference is a difference only to accountants. Now.” Lucius stood up. “I'm beginning to get the feeling that this is more overwhelming than I thought it would be. Here is a summary of your possessions, investments and holdings. Just look it over. If there's anything you want changed, let me know. Otherwise, I'll just continue to manage for you for a while. I'll make sure that you know how to take care of all this before you inherit.” Harry took the paper and read it carefully. He handed it back with a thoughtful expression on his face. “I need a budget. I need to know how much of this is actually available to me now. The rest, I ... I have a feeling that you'll make sure that I'm never cheated or taken advantage of. That's part of my contract with you, isn't it?” Lucius gave Harry a small bow. “It is. As to how much is available to you. Your allowance equals Draco's, of course. And I'll establish accounts for you with Flourish and Blotts, Fortescue's, Madam Malkan's, Twilfit and Tatting's, all the shops in Hogsmead and anywhere else you like. You'll be sent a monthly tab and I expect you to be able to pay by return owl. If you get into trouble, let me know and I'll tow you out of the River Tick, once. If you get into trouble again, I'll have to cancel your accounts and you'll have to come to me for every Knut you spend for six months, or two quarters. Do you understand?” Harry looked puzzled for a moment and Lucius waited for him to sort out his jumbled thoughts. “Part of it. But what does a river have to do with getting in over my ... oh, River Tick? That means in debt I can't pay myself, right?” Lucius nodded a bit regally. “And my income comes in every three months, every quarter. Ok, I got it. Um ... Exactly what is my allowance please?” Lucius told him and Harry gulped and sat down hard. “Oh ... oh, my. I can have new robes, and some socks, and ... and ... and.” Harry stuttered into silence and just stared for a moment. “Oh, and an account at ...” Harry trailed off, thinking carefully. “Never mind, I'm not sure if they even have accounts.” Lucius let that drop for a more important concern. “Tomorrow I want you up early and down to breakfast by ... 9 am. We're going to Paris and get you a new wardrobe. Complete. You can have anything you want, but rely on Draco to advise you on the latest fashions. I'll be the final judge of appropriateness, but Draco's fashion sense is excellent. If you have no more questions, you may go. Feel free to come to me if you have any ideas of what you want done, once you've had time to think about it.” Lucius looked down at some papers on his desk then back up at Harry. “And don't worry that I'll be offended if you do ask questions. That's how you learn. And you will learn to manage for yourself. Be off with you now.” Lucius graced Harry with a truly kindly smile and flicked his fingers at him in a shooing motion that made Harry laugh. When Harry got back to his rooms he shucked out of Lucius's old robes and dropped them on the floor of the closet. He liked the material and the style. They were perfectly good so he decided to keep them for at home robes. Mimsey popped in and Harry called her to him. “Mimsey, those robes didn't get shortened and Lucius was not happy. What happened? Did I put them on wrong?” Mimsey picked up the offending robes and snorted. “No, that seamstress didn't shorten these. Mimsey is going to iron her ears. That one is jealous and constantly getting someone in trouble. Is Mimsey to be punished?” Harry shook his head. “No. You go tell her that you got a regular jawing out and ask her if she likes it here. And find me my jogging suit, please?” Harry had to describe the baggy outfit to Mimsey before she could find it. When he did, she knew exactly where it was. “And I need a place to workout in. Somewhere fairly large, with a lot of empty floor space and ... mats.” Harry stripped out of the rest of his clothing and changed into the jogging suit while Mimsey politely turned her head. When Harry was dressed she happily told him that she knew of at least three rooms that could be what he was wanting. Harry just told her to show them all to him and he'd decide for himself, then he asked if she was sure it was going to be alright with Lucius. He was still very wary of him and positive that he didn't want to make the elder Malfoy angry. Mimsey just nodded her head, ears flapping and took him to the first room. This room was unacceptably small and too full of furniture. Mimsey told Harry that she'd only shown him this one as it was closest to his chambers. Harry explained exactly what was wrong with it and they exited for the next room. This one was in the basement and it was huge, cold, dingy and dark. It's vaulted ceilings and rather damaged floor echoed when Harry spoke then showered dust and cobwebs all over. Mimsey just shook her head. “No, too nasty. Mimsey is telling head house-elf about this. Next?” Harry just shuddered and nodded. This room was perfect. It was large, light and clean. It was still in the basement (Harry refused to think of them as dungeons) so it had no windows, but the magical orbs that floated near the ceiling shed plenty of light. It also had a big central area of wooden flooring, like the dojo, that was a floating floor, springy without being bouncy. Harry liked the room very much and when he explained about dojo mats, Mimsey said she knew exactly what he wanted and she would see that he had them soon. Harry decided to do some tai chi to see how it went and follow up with yoga to cool down and start getting himself back in shape. His cough was disappearing rapidly under the influence of Draco's potions. The tai chi went well, Harry only did a short form of an easier routine, he didn't feel any strain or anything. The yoga went just as well, he managed all the poses with ease, doing a rather longer set than he'd planned on. His meditation wound up the exercise and he felt better than he had since he'd had to run. He decided to start a regular routine as soon as he woke up. He wondered idly where he might find a good run. Mimsey would know, he was sure of that. A shower and a short nap saw him ready for lunch. He decided to forgo robes since the ones he had seemed to offend Lucius. He was very aware by the time he got to the small dining room, that Lucius was right about the drafts, he shivered a bit as he settled on his chair. Lucius sighed and asked, “Don't you have a jumper?” Harry hung his head. He did but they were all either too thin to be of much use, or Molly's rather gaudy creations. “Yes, but ... well, they're not really appropriate.” Lucius looked a bit put out until Draco suggested that Harry borrow one of his. He sent a house-elf to fetch one and Harry pulled it on gratefully. “Yes, you might as well keep it. I have plenty and you need at least one that fits properly. I'll order you some from my knitter. We'll have to decide on colors and stitch patterns. You'll need a nice Fair Isle and a couple of Irish cables at least. And, Father, we need to go to Paris. I had my elf check with his and he hasn't got anything suitable. Nothing at all.” Draco's expression told Harry exactly what he thought of the present wardrobe. “Well, that's good. I was going to talk to you about that.” He paused a moment then said, “Potions, Draco.” Draco produced the rack of potions from the side board with a flourish, rising from his seat with a flick of his robes. “Very good. We'll be breaking our fast at 9 am and leaving as soon as we finish. You'll advise Harry on all the newest fashions and no funny stuff, as you call it.” “No, sir, nothing untoward, I promise. I don't want my foster brother looking like yesterday's news.” Harry gave Draco a quick, suspicious look then turned his gaze back to his plate. He had a nice poached chicken breast with a sherry cream sauce, roast potatoes and green beans. He noticed that both Lucius and Draco had much richer dishes. He was glad his wasn't so rich, the richer foods didn't seem to agree with him. He happily managed the chicken and beans and most of the potatoes. Then next course was fish and Harry refused the rich, oily tilefish on wild rice. The very smell made him feel a bit ill. The final course of fruit salad with yogurt and honey was very good and Harry hesitantly asked for seconds. Draco seconded the request so they had another serving while Lucius had a small glass of port. After eating, Draco went back to his quarters to more research and Lucius admitted that he had still more business to take care of. Harry just told them that he had studying to do and they went their separate ways. Harry didn't study, he meditated. He was still of two minds about the Malfoy's, he didn't trust Draco nor Lucius. He wasn't going to make a real fuss about things, if they hadn't turned him over to Voldemort yet they weren't going to. But he did wonder what they were up to. What benefit did Lucius get from fostering him? He was sure that he really was fostered, Ron had read the contract and been suitably impressed. So he meditated, trying to figure things out, calm himself and find some center in this new and very confusing situation.

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