Deny Thy Father

Chapter 6: Meet the Malfoys... er... Chamberlains

Dumbledore closed the door behind him softly and turned to the puzzled professors with a large grin on his face. "I'm sorry," he said, not looking it at all, "I need to go get Harry from the Weasely's."

Whistling tunelessly Dumbledore walked down the hallway towards the stairs.

XoX

Harry sat in Ginny's room and waited for Dumbledore to return to The Burrow. Hermione, Ron and Ginny had all gone downstairs to wait for him, but had insisted that Harry stay in bed until Dumbledore said it was safe for him to be up again.

Harry touched his lips gently and smiled. The other boy - whoever he was - was perfect. The kiss left him fulfilled in a way that a soppy, wet kiss under the mistletoe never could. The sensations still lingered with him even now, at least fifteen minutes after waking.

"Harry!" Hermione called from the first floor, "Dumbledore's head just popped into the fireplace! He says he's going to get Tonks and then he'll be right over!"

"Okay, Hermione! Thanks!" he shouted back, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. His muscles ached from the stress he'd put them under but he was still able to walk to the room he shared with Ron and begin to pack.

A knock on the half-opened door alerted him of Dumbledore's presence before the man entered.

"Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling a little too much for someone who'd recently seen the world's savior rolling on the floor in pain, "how long do you think it'll take you to get ready?"

Harry shrugged and continued to pack. "Not long, just give me a few minutes to separate some of my things from Ron's," he gestured to the pile of clothes strewn over the bedroom floor, "we're slobs."

Dumbledore chuckled good-naturedly and drew his wand from the sleeve of his purple and blue robes. "Let me." With a wave of his wand Harry's things began to fly into his bag, clothes folding themselves neatly.

"Thanks. Why can't Ron and Hermione come again?"

"There are... guests at Grimmauld Place right now." Dumbledore explained, "Guests that would probably prefer a modicum of privacy."

Harry shrugged, not bringing up the fact that Grimmauld Place and many of the Black estates now legally belonged to him.

"I realize that this trip will be hard for you, but you may make a new... friend while you visit, hmm? I'm sure he'll be pleased to see you."

And with that Dumbledore left the room, chuckling and leaving a very puzzled Harry Potter to follow in his wake.

XoX

Narcissa was having fun staying at her childhood home with Draco - sneaking past the covered portraits, searching the cupboards for Boggarts and Doxies, frolicking in the front room. It was the best time she'd had since her forced separation from Rowan.

Laughing as she ran from Draco she turned the corner and crashed into Remus Lupin.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, reeling backwards where Draco caught her, "Sorry, sorry - would you care to join us in a game of tag?"

Lupin looked shocked at her invite and cleared his throat after a moment of silence. "Actually Mrs. Malfoy," Narcissa grimaced at the name, "I was hoping you could come with me for a moment. Dumbledore's bringing... two new people with him and you really should be introduced."

Narcissa straightened her robes and nodded, wrapping an arm around her son's shoulders and striding past Lupin towards the kitchen. By the time he realized that she did indeed know where she was going he had to rush to catch up to them.

When they reached the kitchen Dumbledore was standing by the stove watching as a pink haired girl helped a black haired boy drag a Hogwart's trunk out of the fireplace.

When the three turned to greet them the first thing Narcissa saw were Harry Potter's mis-matched eyes.

Oh dear, she though briefly, before stepping forward and smiling at all of them.

XoX

Harry had had barely enough to wave goodbye to his friends before Dumbedore'd had him at Grimmauld Place awaiting the arrival of the other occupants.

When Remus Lupin, Narcissa Malfoy and Draco Malfoy turned out to be said occupants he was at a loss for words.

Not that that mattered, Narcissa seemed to be quiet ready to take control of the situation. She smiled at him - them - and held out a hand that Harry couldn't take. "I don't believe we've met - well, that's not true, is it? We met at the World Cup three years ago, didn't we? Sorry for being so horribly rude. I'm Narcissa Malfoy, please call me Cissa."

Harry stared at her in shock - she was so unlike the cold woman he remembered that brain swapping didn't seem like a far-fetched theory, especially when you considered the whole witch/wizard thing.

"Umm..."

She looked down at her outstretched hand pointedly.

"Oh, umm I'm Harry Potter - I guess you knew that though. Sorry, I can't touch anyone right now without withering in pain."

For a moment Narcissa's eyes flickered backwards to her son before her face was enveloped in a smile again. "Very well, nice to meet you all the same. And you miss?" she asked, turning to Tonks, "I don't think I've ever seen you before - I'd remember hair like that I'm sure."

Tonks was looking shell-shocked as well. "I... I'm Nymphadora Tonks."

Narcissa gasped and threw her arms around the surprised girl.

"Darling! Oh how I wish I could have met you sooner! You must call me Auntie Cissa! I insist!"

Tonks cautiously wrapped her arms around her aunt and shot a pleading look at Harry - suprisingly, it was Draco who came to her rescue.

"Mother," he said, laughter evident in his voice, "I do believe you're scaring them."

Narcissa straightened and laughed. "I suppose they'd rather have me act like stone again, hmm? Nevermind that I haven't been able to act normally since..." she stopped for a moment, a look of infinite sadness settling on her face for an instant.

Her son was by her side almost immediately, whispering something into her ear and humming a gentle tune. Harry turned away from the scene in time to catch an approving look on Dumbledore's face.

Narcissa drew in a deep breath and pushed her son away. "I'm fine, Draco! You'd think I was made of glass the way you act!"

Even Harry could hear the falseness in her tone.

XoX

When Draco'd seen Harry his breath had caught in his throat and his heart had soared.

His mate.

He'd barely managed in shake off the stupor that information caused in time to save his cousin from his mother. When his mother'd almost mentioned Rowan a look of grief so fierce it'd hurt him had passed over her face and for an instant all thoughts of Harry were banished.

As soon as she straightened up again, not over it but better, they'd returned with force. Harry was so beautiful now, and the perfect size to wrap his arms around. His Harry.

It was strange, by all rights he should shudder at the thought at touching The-Boy-Who-Lived, but he couldn't be disgusted if he tried. All he wanted was Harry, Harry, Harry.

And he'd have to wait.

Wait, he told himself, you just have to wait.

The thought that Harry might not want him now was pushed into the farthest corner of his mind, but still present.

XoX

Narcissa pushed thoughts of Rowan out of her mind and marched out of the kitchen after making sure Draco, Harry and Tonks would follow her.

"Let's see, what can we do? I really wish Mrs. Black hadn't been such an old sourpuss. There's barely anything to do here! At least at the manor we had long, polished railings and slippery marble floors, eh Draco?" she said gaily.

Tonks and Harry had incredulous expressions on their faces and their eyes were flickering from her to Draco in disbelief.

"Oh don't be like that!" Narcissa cried, slinging an arm around Draco and her niece, "If you owned a manor what would you do with it?"

Harry sniggered and Narcissa heard Draco sigh softly beside her at the sound.

"Right." She pulled to a sudden stop, "Let's take a look at the old family tree, shall we?"

She saw Tonks and Harry exchange looks as she walked into the room where it hung and looked it over.

"Well," she said after a moment, looking at the burnt patches, "what happened here?"

"Mrs. Black got rid of all the 'traitors' in the family," Harry said quietly, "all the 'bad blood.'"

It took Narcissa a moment and the lack of Andromeda's name to understand what he was saying. "She's gotten rid of everyone who wasn't living in the dark ages, then?"

Harry nodded, surprise plain on his face.

Narcissa smiled wickedly and looked down at her a Draco's names. "Draco," she began, "don't you think...?"

Draco sighed miserably, obviously knowing his mother's intentions, "Whatever floats your boat, mum. You've always been a weird one."

Narcissa cackled evilly and drew her wand.

With a murmured curse and much glee the names Narcissa and Draco Malfoy burned off the Black family tree forever.

XoX

"I can't believe you actually did it!" Tonks shouted from beside Harry at the dinner table, "You took your own name off the family tree!"

Narcissa waved her hand and smiled, "Oh pish-posh, it was nothing really. Besides, it was the wrong name anyway."

"Mother," Malfoy hissed, head snapping around to face her in horror.

She patted her horrified son reassuringly - if absently - on the shoulder before continuing. "Lucius wasn't Draco's father anyway. And I never would have married the git if my parents hadn't forced me into it."

Tonks and Harry stared - once again - at Narcissa and Draco not-Malfoy in shock.

"What?"

"Oh, Draco's the son of my one true love. Rowan Chamberlain. I know! Let's change our names Draco, darling. I'm sure your father would have married me if... well if, ma petite libellule."

"Mother!"

Harry had to admit. He was beginning to like this Narcissa Malfoy - she seemed to be doing a better job of horrifying and terrorizing Mal - well that wouldn't work, would it? And Chamberlain sounded wrong even in his thoughts. - Draco then he ever had.