Ghosts (part 1 of 2)

Chapter 14- Ghosts (part 1 of 2)

The train pulled into King’s Cross at close to midnight, and Kain was exhausted. He shrunk his trunk and pocketed it, just as his parents did, and followed them out. He’d never seen a Muggle city, let alone a Muggle. He’d been warned about their lack of knowledge when it came to the Wizarding World, and he’d promised not to mention anything of it while in the company of a large group of Muggles. Luckily, his dad had owled Dean, and they were meeting at someplace that he’d called the Leaky Cauldron. He had no idea where, or what, that was.

“Come on.” Draco said, taking Harry’s hand as they walked out of the station.
”Where exactly are we going?” Kain asked, stepping up next to him, blue eyes looking at first his father, then his dad.
”The Leaky Cauldron is a Wizard pub here in London. It’s just outside the Millenium Mall, we’ll take a taxi there and walk the rest of the way.” Harry said, putting his free hand out to a passing yellow object that scared the shit out of Kain.
”What the fuck is that?!”
”It’s called an automobile. I own one actually, but I sorta left it at the flat.”
”Harry?” Draco asked.
”Yeah?”
”Why don’t we just go to your flat?”
”Cause I don’t feel like cooking, and I’d like to stop in Diagon Alley tomorrow morning.”
”Knockturn?”
”Maybe. I need to talk to Olivander.”
”What for?”
”You’ll see.”

The dark-haired Wizard told the driver where to go, and before Kain knew what was happening, they were jerked into motion, passing other ‘automobiles’ and there was much staring and gasping and “oh Dad, look!”s and “Hey, see that, did you see that?!”s. The driver just looked at them through the rearview mirror, but he didn’t say a word.

“It’s his first time to London.” Harry said with a smile as the driver looked at them again.
”Ah.” was the only reply as he took the long route to the Leaky Cauldron.

It was a good hour before they stopped in front of the old building, and as Draco pulled out a wad of Muggle notes, the driver only took half. Harry looked at him with confused eyes, and when the older man nodded towards Kain, he understood and thanked the man. Draco followed Harry to the door of the Cauldron before speaking.

“What was that all about?”
”He took the long way to show Kain a bit of the city.”
”And he only took half of what was owed to him.”
”Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Most Muggle cabbies aren’t that nice. Come on, there’s Dean.”

Harry lead them inside, and clapped a mousy brown haired man on the shoulder. He jumped and looked up at the green-eyed man, a smile breaking out across his face as he stood to hug the one time Gryffindor celebrity. He extended a hand to Draco, and when it was taken, pulled him into a quick akward hug, with a kiss to the cheek, much to Harry’s disapproval.

“Harry, aren’t you just a little over possessive?”
”Three years is an awfully long time for someone to be dead, isn’t it Dean?” growled the dark haired man, wrapping an arm around Draco.
”Of course. Introduce me to this handsome young man.”

Kain studied Dean with narrow ice blue eyes, and crossed his arms defiantly as Draco pushed him forward.

“Kain, this is Dean Thomas, an old friend of you Dad’s.” he said, “Dean, this is Kain James Malfoy-Potter, our son.”
”Son? Now wait a minute gentlemen! Draco, you’ve been ‘dead’ for three years, how can you have a-“

“I adopted them.” Kain said sharply, picking up the Butterbooze that sat on the table and taking a swig of it.
”Kain…” warned Harry.
”I need to eat.”

The bi-color haired boy walked up to the counter, and spoke quietly to the waitress. She smiled and nodded at him, and glanced over at Harry and Draco. The Golden Boy nodded back and sat down with Dean and Draco. Dean looked at the boy as if he had two heads before turning back to the two at his table. He glanced at the Butterbooze in Kain’s hand and chuckled.

“He’s exactly like a certain Slytherin I used to know.” he said, taking the drink a passing waitress brought him.
”Piss off.” Draco growled, ordering a coffee.
”Behave yourself Malfoy, of I swear to God, you can sleep on the couch.” laughed Harry, kissing his Mate lightly.
”Hmph.”

Kain ate his salad in silence, waiting for the three men to finish their conversation, and he knew that his Father was tired of sitting there. Hell, he was tired himself. He glanced up at the clock. it was already quarter to 3. He stood up and stretched, not noticing his Father doing the same. He walked over to the table, and let Draco pull him into a light hug. He was too tired to care about people calling him a ‘mamas boy’ as Armand Vulcany had said. He understood what it meant, but didn’t see how it applied. Niether Harry or Draco were his mother. He crossed his eyes for a brief second and shook his head.

“Harry, I think we should head up to bed. We’ve gotta be in Surrey by noon, and it’s almost three in the morning.” he said, placing a hand on his Mate’s shoulder.
”Right. Dean, we’ll see you at the Dursley’s tomorrow.” replied Harry, standing and hugging his one time class mate.
”Of course. I’ll talk to Dudley about shopping here in London tomorrow morning, and I’ll ‘invite’ the three of you if he says yes.”
”Sounds good to me. G’night Dean.”
”Night Harry. Malfoy, I pray you can keep yourself controlled tonight?”

Draco looked at him and swore his eyes were exactly like Dumbledore’s, that sparkle and all. Kain chuckled softly and followed Harry to the stairs, turning back to look at Dean with a positivly evil smile on his face.

“I’ve already walked in on them,” he said, running up the stairs as realization hit Draco.
”Why you little…”
”Now, now, Malfoy, we’re all friends here.”
”You imply something like that in front of my son again, and so help me Merlin, you’re gonna be swallowing your own dick. Do I make myself clear?”

Dean stared at the Wizard before him, watching as his pendants flashed, and eyes became pupil-less for a second. He shook his head as Draco disappeared up the stairs after Harry and Kain, and for the first time in three years, he was afraid. Not of Malfoy, not of Harry, but of Kain. Of the power that he had over Malfoy. Harry he could understand, he’d known the Slytherin for years, but this boy, who wasn’t even a boy, had control over one of the two Wizards that had saved the world from Voldermont in under a year. He shuddered as the thought of Kain having power over more than just Malfoy, but of Harry, and of Dumbledore. He knew that the Headmaster was a sucker for charity cases, and Kain was like Harry, a war orphan. How could anyone over look that? Obviously Harry and his Mate didn’t…

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Harry woke the next morning at about nine, only to find Draco sitting on the floor next to the bed they had shared, Kain wrapped up in his arms, a thick blanket around both of them. He smiled and noticed how young Kain looked when he was asleep. He looked his age of 11 years, but his wisdom and power said differently. Legolas had told him that by both he and Draco performing the Elven Communion with him, he gained much of their knowledge, but could not use it at will. It had to be asked or demanded of him by another person or situation. The vocabulary and wit he’d gained were his now and forever, and could be used at any time, as they’d already whitnessed.

He slipped out of the bed and into the bathroom, showering quickly as he knew the noise would wake Draco and he’d need to use the loo. He walked out, dressed in a pair of black boxer-briefs, and with the towel around his neck. He stopped dead in the short, dark hallway as he saw his Mate. Draco was poised over Kain, eyes glowing red as fire crackled around him. He growled and snarled at the door, his canines extended much like a vampire’s would be. They’d both discovered that pulling their power but not shifting to their animagus to do it changed their bodies slightly. They both had the canines, Draco’s being the more impressive set, their eyes would glow, and Harry’s nails would become gold, as would his scar.

<The door!> Draco shouted, glancing at Harry and then growling again as he crouched lower to the floor.
<What happened?>
<Kain woke when you got up to shower, and shortly after, clutched at his shoulder in pain. He said the one that gave him the scar was incredibly close.>
<And you’e growling at the door because…?>
<Because there’s a power outside the door that I have never felt, and it is extremely hostile.>

Harry picked up his wand from the nightstand and moved to the door. He could hear yelling outside it and let Draco tap into him so he could hear.

“I told you, my business with Mr. Malfoy is none of you concern!”
”I can’t let you in that room without his concent, I’m sorry.”
”I don’t give a shit if you’re sorry I just want you to unlock the fucking door!”
”I can’t do that.”
”Then I’m going to-“

Draco threw the door open, his eyes a very pale violet as his power came down, and he looked at the woman standing before him. Her hair was pitch black, her eyes a very pale blue. The dark green cloak she wore carried the Malfoy crest, and she blinked at him as Harry stepped up next to him. The Slytherin looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Drac, what is it?” he asked, an arm finding its way around his Mate.
”Tom, it’s okay. She’s fine.”

Harry’d never seen his lover so tense, other than the two battles they had been in together. He’d also never seen him so protective of anything. He noticed the scar on his hand was a bright red, and he clenched it into a fist, his mind holding Harry’s protectively.

“Does my father know you’re here?” he asked, eyes following her as he let the woman into the room.
”No. I was told to stay away from you, but you know I would never… Draco, I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you. I should’ve said something long ago, but I was so worried that Lucius would find out and then, well, you know how valuable his blood would have been to Voldermont.”
”So you kept my birth father far away from me, and let me believe that I was tha bastar’s son?! If I hadn’t figured it out in the end, Harry would be dead! The Wizarding world, Elves included, would be under his rule! What would you have done if I had never figured it out!? What would you have done to stop him!? Absolutely nothing! You were smart to freeze me when you did, but it was so incredibly stupid to keep my true potential hidden. And Rhiannon? Key can’t merge with her, she’s been separate for far too long. Then again, you knew that there would be two water ancients at one point, didn’t you? You knew Aislinn was marked and tainted, and you didn’t do a damn thing about it.”
”I had no choice in the matter, you know that! I would have taken you far away from England and Voldermont if I had known it would keep you safe. But Lilly and I both knew that you and Harry had to meet. That the two of you were destined at birth to be great. Only a Communion of Fire and Earth could change a Forever Guardian.”

She put her hood down and shook her head, black hair turning platinum, and eyes a deep blue. Harry felt Kain gasp mentally and the picked the boy up, tucking him into bed. He had guessed from the conversation that it was Narcissa Malfoy standing before them, but seeing her as he remembered her was still a shock. It must have been even harder on Draco, because he pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly as his fire surrounded them both. She gasped as the Dragon’s Eye pendant started to glow and the dragon seperated, flying around her happily. It was then that she noticed the rings on both her son and Harry, and that the Dragon on the Blade had seperated. Both of them swirled around her, and in a flash of light, disappeared, leaving a silver pendant around her neck, with two dragons entwined around a red stone that changed green in the right light. She looked at her son and his Mate with tears in her eyes and took Harry into her arms.

“I am so sorry.” she cried, her mind connecting to his, “I should’ve told him. His ‘death’ may have been avoided then, and all your heartache would have never happened.”
”I’m a better person for it and I think that no matter what, it was the best possible outcome. We both had much to learn about ourselves and our powers, and together that would have been difficult.”
”And the boy? Your Guardian is very strong.”
”I am Father’s Guardian as well, Mrs. Malfoy.”

They all looked to Kain, and Draco nodded, taking the towel from Harry’s neck. He kissed his Mate, then his son’s forehead, and gave his mother a heartfelt look of compassion and understanding. He was upset, but he understood that she did what she thought was best.

Harry smiled and pulled a chair over for Narcissa. Now instead of just having a son, he’d been given a mother-in-law as well. And she was one of the few that knew her parents well, or so he guessed.

“Draco says that you’re more than welcome to join us for breakfast, Mrs. Malfoy.”
”Please, just call me Narcissa. After all, we are…” she trailed off, looking at the floor.
”Family. Yes, we are.” he told her, taking his hands and kissing her knuckles.

She hugged him again, tears threatening to fall, and she tried to compose herself as Kain walked over. He put a hand on Harry’s shoulder, and the Golden Boy pulled back, letting Narcissa pull his son into a hug.

When she pulled back, he looked her in the eye and spoke.

“Would it be alright to call you Grandma, Mrs. Malfoy?”
”I would be honored to be your Grandma, Kain. Very honored.”

They hugged again, and Harry knew that somewhere, his parents were smiling.