Harmony Malfoy: A Harry Potter Fanfiction Part 20

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Chapter Nineteen It was the last day of school term. Harmony had avoided Draco as best as possible, but whenever she did see him her mind went into chaos. //A Malfoy, I’m a Malfoy, Draco’s my brother, Lucius is my father, Narcissa’s my mother,// echoed around in her head for all of her last few days at Hogwarts. Even seeing the puzzled looks whenever she caught Fenn and Melody’s eyes were bad enough. She imagined them thinking, //A Malfoy. Draco’s sister. Maybe she’s not nice at all, just faking it.// It hurt her to see their confused faces. Melody had just finished packing her bags when Harmony came into their room. The two best friends stared at each other, tears welling up in both of their eyes. “I’ll miss you!” Harmony finally blurted, and the two friends hugged. “Me too,” said Melody, wiping the tears from her eyes. “I wish you could’ve come with me for the school holidays… my parents aren’t exactly, well…” she hesitated, “but it would be better with you.” “I know.” said Harmony. “And I don’t know what I’m going to do. Stay here at Hogwarts, go back to the orphanage,” she gulped. “it’s all in Dumbledore’s hands now.” >..< “Write to me,” Fenn urged her as they stood by the waiting Hogwarts Express. “I will,” said Harmony, conscious of the many looks they were getting. Melody was standing nearby, saying goodbye to Noah. “Every day, if you have too.” said Fenn urgently. “And let me know what happens with, you know…” he trailed off. Harmony nodded. “Goodbye,” she said, and hugged him. “ALL ABOARD!” someone yelled, and Fenn was pulled away from her in the rush of students heading onto the Express. All to soon, her friends' hands waving to her out of the windows, the Hogwarts Express left, and Harmony trudged back up to the school, alone. Straightaway, Demetrus her owl flew down to her from the staircase as she reached the Slytherin common room. “Hey Dem,” said Harmony, stroking her bird lovingly. Hogwarts was so quiet, without all the students. “Harmony?” Harmony turned. Sira was standing in the doorway. “Dumbledore asked me to come and get you,” she said gently. “Come.” Harmony followed Sira up the stairs to Dumbledore’s office. “Come in,” Dumbledore called when Sira knocked on the door. They entered, and Harmony’s heart jumped into her mouth. Narcissa, Lucius and Draco were in Dumbledore’s office. “Thankyou, Sira. Your presence is excused,” said Dumbledore. Sira, with a little bow of her head and a look at Harmony, backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her. “Now,” said Dumbledore, seating himself at his desk, “I believe you are all acquainted, seeing as Harmony spent her time at Christmas as a guest at your manor,” he nodded at Narcissa and Lucius. “Do you understand why you are here, Narcissa, Lucius, Draco?” “No.” said Draco, his eyes never leaving Harmony’s face. “No,” said Lucius and Narcissa in one breath. “No?” said Dumbledore, smiling faintly. “Are you sure, Lucius?” Lucius turned white but didn’t answer. “What’s he talking about, Lucius?” demanded Narcissa, rounding on her husband. “Nothing,” mumbled Lucius, his cold eyes staring at Harmony while he fingered the head of his walking-stick. “Then, Lucius, I will tell you what I know.” said Dumbledore, clasping his hands together. “Nearly thirteen years ago, at your house, there was a fire. Your baby daughter was supposedly killed in the fire. But your son,” he nodded at Draco, “Survived. But Lucius,” Dumbledore’s small eyes weren’t twinkling now, they were cold as ice. “That baby didn’t die. Someone took her from the house and took her to the London Girls Orphanage, where she has been for the last twelve years.” “I don’t know how that could’ve happened,” said Lucius stiffly. “Do you, Lucius? Because I do.” said Dumbledore. There was silence. Harmony stared at the floor. Then Narcissa spoke. “I knew,” she hissed, turning on Lucius. “I wondered for years afterward how there were no remains, how that fire started,” her eyes were snapping and cold. “Magic, Lucius. The fireplace didn’t explode accidentally, you made it. How could you do this. How could you do this to our baby? My daughter?” she turned and looked at Harmony. “Dearest child,” she said, “Do you know your real name?” Harmony clenched her fists. “Narcissa, I mean…” she faltered, //Mother. She’s my mother…// “No Mother.” She finished. Narcissa took a deep breath and stroked her daughter’s cheek. “Your name,” she said, “Is Delilah. Delilah Narcissa Malfoy.”