Returning Home
Good News
Disclaimer: I do not own HP Characters. They all belong to JK Rowling! I do own the plot though.
Draco Malfoy sat in his armchair, staring blankly at the fire. He was thinking of much happier and simpler times. Times where he seemed happiest with the woman he loved.
It'd been three years since the young wizard had been forced to leave the woman he loved more than anything. Three years living alone in the muggle world, living in the muggle house Harry and his wife had bought.
He only wished though, that he got visitors more often. Sure, Harry and Ron would stop by but only to bring news from the magical world.
He was brought back to reality by a loud knocking on the door. Harry's wife, the woman formerly known as Hermione Granger, had placed a charm on the house that prevented anyone to just "pop" in and out.
Draco got up slowly, walking to the front door. He took a look through the peephole and saw a young man with flaming red hair.
"Password," he asked.
"Purple apples cause rashes," the man replied, then muttered, "stupid lame password…"
Smiling, Draco opened the door. Ron seemed unrecognizable. The once tall lanky red head was now a buff looking man with broad shoulders. Draco never once thought Ron Weasley would be the captain of the country's Quidditch team.
"Draco! Good to see you old friend," Ron said clamping a hand on his shoulder.
"You too, how's the team," Draco asked leading him to the kitchen.
"Top shape! We're doing excellent. Oh, thank you."
They sat across each other, sipping tea. They began to talk about several things that seemed to be happening at the magical world.
"Are they still hunting me down," Draco asked.
Ron's smile slowly disappeared. "Sorry mate, but they're really desperate to find you. They're afraid you're bringing him back to life."
Draco managed to chuckle. "Really."
"Don't worry though mate," Ron said, his eyes glittering with hope. "Harry's doing everything he can to prove your innocence."
"Really?"
"Yeah, he—"
Another loud knocking at the door cut him off. Draco got up, walking to the door, Ron close behind, his wand ready.
"Password."
"Purple apples give you—No, purple apples cause rashes," came the reply.
Draco opened the door to come face to face with his former arch nemesis, Harry Potter. Draco smiled. He seemed so different with his new glasses and shorter, rather tamed hair. He was dressed in emerald green robes, matching his eyes.
"It's only Harry," Draco told Ron.
The best friends exchanged a hug and Draco led them to the kitchen. He handed Harry a cup of tea before sitting down.
"So, Harry, what brings you here," Ron asked.
"I come bearing good news," Harry grinned. He looked at Draco, his grin getting wider. "You're going to owe Neville quite a lot."
Draco frowned. "Really?"
"Well, apparently, Neville's been hard at work gathering pensieves from people that the death-eaters attacked," Ron pitched in.
"But… They're dead," Draco replied.
"Not all. Not the ones you saved. And he's got extracts from ours too," Harry said. "They volunteered to help prove your innocence."
Draco still seemed confused. "But, why pensieves?"
"Well, they can be shown to people. It's evidence, Draco!" Harry replied. "If he shows them to the Minister, you'll be a free man!"
Draco seemed to be very surprised. "Really? Really Harry?"
"Yup! And, he's managed to fit himself in for a small hearing sometime next month."
"The thing is, you need to show up."
"I can't do that!" Draco's smile disappeared. "They'll throw me into Azkaban as—"
"Harry will be your Auror escort. Hermione too."
Draco didn't like the idea at all. Especially the thought of being thrown into Azkaban. But he did trust Harry and Hermione. Slowly, he nodded.
"Ok, but not until that day," Draco said. "And…"
"Don't worry, Ginny won't know. I promise," Ron assured him.
"Well, I'd better go. Hermione's probably cooked dinner by now," Harry stood and shook Draco's hand. "I'll tell her you said hello."
Draco nodded.
"I'd better go too," Ron said. "I'll see you real soon."
"Take care."
Draco walked them to the door before waving goodbye. He couldn't help but smile. After all, he'd just gotten good news. Maybe, he could finally be free. He hated to admit it, but his life was all in Neville's hands.
Author's Note: Guess who's back! AHAHAHAHA! Thought you could get rid of me eh? Well too bad! Lolz, just kidding. This is the sequel to AIL! WOOOO! Yeah I'm sure none of you care that it is right? Lol anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this story and thanks for taking time out of your busy lives to read this! Thanks for reading and don't forget to review!