A/N: Hey everyone! Thank you so much for 5k+ views! It means a lot. Hope you guys liked the last chapter. I tried to not make the whole chapter angsty, and I wanted to add a little fluff in it. Also, the Blacks mystery will be finally revealed. Read the A/N at the end to find out when the next chapter will be out. On with the chapter!

"What?" Harry exclaimed. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You are not kidding me, are you? You are actually serious, right?"

"Of course, Potter." Draco rolled his eyes. "Have a little faith in me-"

He stopped when he saw Harry looking at him in a weird way. 

Before he could think about it twice, Harry took a deep breath and walked forwards, not stopping until he was directly in front of Draco. He quickly wrapped his arms around him in a brotherly hug.

"Ah!" Draco screamed. "What is happening? Get off me, Potter."

"Shut up and just accept the hug, Draco." Harry lightly smacked the blond's arm which was trying to remove the raven haired man's arms from around him.

"Like hell I will." Draco snarled as Harry finally pulled away but not before giving him a gentle squeeze. "I am not a hugger, Potter-"

"I have seen you hug people so many times-"

"And specially not when it comes to you." Draco finished. "Care to tell me in the bloody world you had to do that?"

"It was my way of thanking you, you know? I mean, I know Hermione is your best friend too, and you're in love with her, but she has been my best friend since I was eleven years old." Harry smiled at him.

A smile that was creeping Draco out.

He did not like this.

"Yeah well then it wouldn't have hurt you to just say the damn words." Draco frowned. "Would have been much better than your hug."

"Oh stop complaining, Draco." Harry rolled his eyes. "Friends hug each other all the time. And, we all know you consider me as your friend. You can stop denying it."

"Oh please. The day I will accept you as my friend will be the day Athy will be sorted into Hufflepuff. And we all know she is a born Slytherin."

"Don't whine when she doesn't get sorted into Slytherin then. Also, have you forgotten that I had hugged you at St Mungo's as well? Just a few hours back? You didn't seem to mind then." 

"Don't whine when your children are sorted into Slytherin, Potter. Also, I wasn't thinking straight that time. If I were, then surely I would have yelled at you get off me."

"Face it, Draco. You have become soft." Harry grinned at him. "You are not the cold hearted prat you consider yourself to be. You are a softy now."

"Can you freaking stop?" Draco said, ignoring his comment about him becoming soft as he looked back at the file. 

He was not soft. 

Definitely not. He was, well not cold hearted, but not soft either. 

"And for the record, Athy has every chances of being sorted into Slytherin." Harry continued, still grinning at him. "Just yesterday, James told me that Athy had not only given the chocolates which you had given her, to him but also to the neighborhood kids. She was even helping them with something."

"I swear Mini Potter no.1 is a bad influence on my daughter." Draco remarked. "I don't even know how a Malfoy can be best friends with a Potter."

"Same way you are best friends with me, Draco." Harry teased him.

The Boy Who Lived loved doing this.

Making fun of Draco, and teasing him had to be one of his favourite past times.

"Potter, if you want to have this conversation, I assure you it will last for hours as I will keep denying it and you being a stubborn Gryffindork-"

"It won't hurt you to say Gryffindor, after all, Athy can be a Gryffindor as well, and you are equally as stubborn, if not more-" 

"-will keep repeating it and of course, I won't give up." Draco finished. "And my Athy would never be a Gryffindork. She will be the Slytherin seeker and would help her house win the Quidditch Cup every year."

"Well what if James became the Gryffindor seeker? There will be a rivalry again."

"I don't know about Mini Potter no.1, but I assure you that Mini Potter no.2 will be a Slytherin. Say what you want, Potter, but Albus will be a Slytherin."

"Let's look at the file." Harry quickly snatched the file from Draco.

"Oh look, the Chosen One, the great Saviour of our world, is changing the topic because he knows he will lose the argument to one and only the Draco Malfoy." Draco smirked. "I need an award for this, right now."

"Can you freaking stop?" Harry repeated his once enemy's earlier words.

Draco just sneered at him.

"Also don't think that I didn't notice you calling him Albus." Harry smirked at him. "As I said, you're becoming soft, Draco. You just keep proving my point again and again."

Draco did nothing except throwing a random file at Harry's head. 

"Potter?"

Harry looked up to see Draco clenching his fists so tightly that he could see his fingers turning even paler. "Stop doing that, Draco, you're becoming pale."

"I am already pale, Potter, in case you haven't ever noticed in the sixteen years that you have known me."

Before Harry could say something else, Draco added, "Granger said that this potion could heal everything right?"

"Yeah, everything-"

"Even blood curse?"

Harry's eyes widened as he realised what Draco was talking about. "Draco, I-"

"It's just that, all this time, the potion was so near me, and it could have healed Astoria, but I just...... I never realised it. Even when the Healers had told me what had happened to her, I didn't remember the potion. I failed her, Potter, I failed the person who made me the man I today am. I failed the person who was my whole world."

Harry sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it lightly. "You didn't fail her, Draco, it wasn't your fault-"

"But it was." Draco exclaimed. "I am a Black as well so I should have known about the potion, I have even heard a conversation about it, and yet I didn't-"

"You didn't know about it, Draco." Harry interrupted him. "You didn't know about the blood curse. And on top of that, Astoria had touched the Venomous Tentacula too, which made it worse. Besides, we didn't figure out the things the Blacks owned until we got a case after that. You did everything you could have done-"

"And yet it still wasn't enough-" 

"I am sure Astoria will tell you otherwise if you talk to her about this. And, we didn't have much time too, you know? Because of the blood curse, we had minutes. Honestly Draco, tell me one thing. Have you ever given a thought to this potion before?"

"No." He shook his head. "I had heard some stories about the Blacks when I was a kid, and then after that, I never gave the potion a single thought."

"Then there you have your answer." Harry smiled at him. "It wasn't your fault in any case. You didn't fail her."

"I don't kmow about that, but I know for sure that I am not going to fail Hermione. I meant what I said in St Mungo's, I'll do anything to save her." Draco nodded to himself. "We have to find this potion soon."

"So where it is?"

"Where's what?" Draco raised his eyebrows at him.

"The potion." Harry said. "You said that you know where it is. So where is the potion, Draco?"

"I-I think I have an idea." Draco sighed. "I am not sure if it is really there, but if the conversation I had heard was true, then I guess it is there."

"What conversation?"

"I had heard a conversation between my mother and Andromeda when I was babysitting Teddy when Astoria and I were dating." Draco answered. "They were first talking about their childhood and then eventually started talking about their ancestors' collections and things. It was then that I had heard them talking about something, which could be the Healing Potion."

The pair of them sat down on the couch as Draco told Harry the conversation he had overhead.

Flashback

"So what do you think?" Andromeda asked her sister as she came back from the kitchen, carrying a tray in her hands.

"What do I think of what?" Narcissa asked as she shifted so that the other witch could sit down next to her on the couch.

"What do you think about looking at Draco's photos?" Andromeda's eyes lit up as she said that. "You have been teasing me about how he used to look for days now. I want to see my nephew's photos, you know?"

"Of course." Narcissa smiled and took out the photo albums from the bag she was carrying. "You won't believe his hatred for Hufflepuffs when you will see the photos of him wearing Hufflepuff's robes during Halloween when he was a kid."

"Oh really?" She chuckled. "I am sure Lucius wasn't too happy about that."

"He wasn't." Her sister shook her head. "But you know how Draco is. If he wants to do something, then he will do it, no matter what others say. He has inherited his father's stubbornness-"

"Oh and what about your stubbornness, Mother?" Draco asked as he entered the room, carrying a two and a half year old Teddy in his arms.

"I don't know what you are talking about." Narcissa narrowed her eyes at him. "Anyways, as I was saying, before we told Draco each and everything about the houses of Hogwarts, their traits and all, he used to be fascinated by seeing the Hufflepuff robes, on the people who were wearing it in our Hogwarts album. He requested me to buy a bunch of them, honestly."

"So what changed?" Andromeda asked. "If he loved Hufflepuff so much, then why doesn't he like it now? And also, why is he advising Teddy that Slytherin is the best house right now?" 

The two witches looked at Draco who was busy telling him not to be a Hufflepuff, and rather, be a proud Slytherin.

He smiled sheepishly when he noticed them glaring at him.

"Well then Lucius decided that he had had enough and started telling Draco everything about the Slytherins." Narcissa turned back to her sister. "Obviously, Draco started liking Slytherin, but he didn't throw away the Hufflepuff robes like his father thought he would. He kept them safely. I think he still might have them in his trunk."

"Well then we should ask Astoria to search his trunk and get the robes." Andromeda smirked. "Speaking of, where is your girlfriend anyways, Draco?"

"Oh she had to go to Paris." Draco answered. "She and Daphne were thinking of starting their own clothing line, and they also had a friend in France who could help them with that idea, so they had to go there for a few days."

"Hmm......" Narcissa nodded in thought and then she leaned in to whisper to her sister. "How about we ourselves go and get those robes? We might be able to even blackmail Draco into wearing them."

"Good plan." Andromeda nodded and then leaned back, looking at Draco who was looking at them with a suspicious look on his face. "So, we were talking about those albums?"

"Oh right." Narcissa nodded and then placed the first album on the table. "I am telling you, Draco looks so cute and adorable in these photos. He is literally surrounded by so many dragon soft toys in all of them."

"Ah living up to your name, are you, Draco?" Andromeda teased him. "Oh look, here is a photo of him wearing a Dragon costume. You were so adorable, Draco, look at your chubby cheeks. Oh and those sparkly grey eyes."

"Can you both stop?" Draco groaned.

"Oh hush." Narcissa scolded him. "You are here to take care of Teddy, so just do that."

"And if I hear you telling him that Hufflepuffs are the worst once again, you will face my wrath, Draco, and I assure you that you won't like it." Andromeda smiled innocently at him.

"But I am literally your nephew!" Draco exclaimed.

"Doesn't matter." Andromeda waved his hand at him and turned back to the album. "Oh and what is this? Draco getting chased by the peacocks? He must have done something wrong. By the way, he is still scared of them, isn't he?"

"Right, I'll just go and play with Teddy." Draco rolled his eyes as he stood up, picking up Teddy who was happily sitting on the couch. "And then set myself on fire."

The two witches laughed as Draco left the room. 

Half an hour later, as Draco was walking towards the living room to ask Andromeda what should he make for Teddy, he couldn't help but stand outside and hear the conversation.

"So where do you think it is now?" He heard Narcissa ask her sister.

"I don't know." Andromeda replied. "I assume it will be with the other things, but it's not like we have a proof of where those things are as well."

"Well do you believe in the rumours about those things? The rumours which I told you that I had heard from Bellatrix."

"I think they might be true." Draco heard Andromeda say. "Bellatrix was our parents' favourite after you, and well, because you were younger than her, I assume our parents must have told her about the plan, or at least, someone else must have told her when that plan had taken place."

"What plan?"

"The plan as to where to keep the Blacks' things." Andromeda answered. "Our parents might not have liked that family, but they knew that we could trust them to keep our things. And it's not as if they could go and talk about the things. The part of the deal was that the family would never tell anyone about what the Blacks had entrusted them with. They were forbidden to speak about it, and even if they tried to speak about it, they would automatically forget what they were talking about and instead say something else."

"Well is there a way we can get those things back?" Narcissa asked.

"There is. The youngest Black could take it with the help of the youngest of their family."

"So does that mean Teddy-"

"No." Andromeda shook her head. "Not Teddy. We are talking about the war, you know? And Teddy was not there at the time of the First World War."

"But what about our things?"

"I am not sure if those things are still there, remember we are talking about something which happened almost two decades back." Andromeda told her sister. "The Blacks had already granted the family to use the things as per their wish. However, there was this potion, and I am sure it's still there. The Blacks had forbidden that family from ever using it."

"And what family are we talking about?"

"Well we are talking about the First World War." Andromeda smiled slyly at her. "And the Blacks would have only trusted a family who had a major influence on the Order, so that their things could be kept safely, and they wouldn't be raided."

Narcissa gasped. "Are you talking about the-"

Just then, Draco heard Teddy shouting, "Dwaco! Hungry, Dwaco!"

"I swear he knows how to say my name properly yet he keeps calling me Dwaco just to annoy me." Draco shook his head as he walked away from there.

Flashback over

"Godric, I would love to see the photo albums." Harry commented. "Do you think Narcissa will let me see them?"

"She won't." Draco answered. "And now can we please get back to the matter?"

"Alright. So, who is the family?"

"We are talking about the First World War." Draco repeated his aunt's words. "And the Blacks would have only trusted a family who had a major influence on the Order, so that their things could be kept safely, and they wouldn't be raided. Who do you think is the family?"

"I don't know."

"Should have expected that." Draco sighed. "It's the Weasleys. They had a major influence on the Order that time, and since they were related to the Blacks, they got to keep the items."

"But Andromeda said the youngest Black would take the items. And if Teddy isn't the youngest, then who will do it?"

Draco sighed. "Are you really this oblivious, Potter, or you just don't know how to use your brain?" He rolled his eyes. "I am the one who can take the things."

"But how?"

"Look, this happened during the First World War, in 1981, and at that time, I was the youngest Black, well half Black, but it doesn't matter. So I can take the things."

"So you will take it from Ginny? As she was the youngest Weasley during the war."

"Wrong, Potter." Draco shook his head. "The Blacks gave the items a few months before the fall of Voldemort, around June 1981, and at that time, who was the youngest Weasley?"

Harry gasped as the realisation dawned upon him. "Ginny was born in August 1981, so that means-"

"Weasel is the person from whom I can take the things back, well, the Healing potion only, that is, if it is there." Draco finished. "Your best friend Weasel can only help us here."

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"James, come here." Ginny shouted. "I swear, James, if I find you painting the walls again with blue colour, I will not allow you to fly for at least a month."

"Oh don't scold the poor boy, Ginny." Pansy chuckled as she entered the living room with James in her arms. "He hasn't even done anything, nor he was trying to do anything."

"Oh really?" Ginny crossed her arms in front of her and sat down on the couch. "Then pray tell me why is his face and hands covered in blue paint?"

Pansy looked down at the four year old in her arms who smiled sheepishly back at her. She had gone outside to make a call, and found James sitting in the garden, in front of the front wall.

"And also- hold on." Ginny got up from the couch and walked towards her friend and son. "What do you have in your hands, James?"

The said person just smiled at her.

"James." Ginny glared at him.

The little boy tried to give his best puppy dog eyes to her, which almost always worked.

But not this time.

"James Sirius Potter, I swear if you tried to paint our house blue again, I will-"

Just then, James jumped down from Pansy's arms on the floor, and ran out of the room, carrying a paint box and brush in his hands.

"I swear, this boy is becoming more and more mischievous day by day." Ginny sighed and went back to the couch.

"But why as he even painting the house blue? Does he want to become a Ravenclaw or something when he goes to Hogwarts?"

"Oh no, nothing like that." Ginny shook her head. "James wants to be a Gryffindor, despite whatever rubbish Draco may tell him. Albus though, I think he will be a Slytherin, much to Harry's annoyance. But the reason James is trying to paint our house blue is actually because of Draco."

"What did that blond ferret do now?" Pansy asked as she sat down on the couch next to her friend.

"Ask me what he hasn't done." Ginny shook her head. "Draco somehow managed to convince James that Tutshill Tornados is the best Quidditch team in the British and Irish Quidditch League. And James hasn't shut up about that team ever since, and his favourite colour has become blue."

"I see." She chuckled. "Draco has been a fan of Tutshill Tornados ever since he first got to know about Quidditch, which was when he was around four to five years old. He would literally start an argument if someone said that the Tutshill Tornados aren't the best, and won't give up until he has convince them otherwise."

"Well, he has been successful in making James a fan of that team. He literally wants everything to be blue. His hair, clothes and what not. Just yesterday he was trying to cover Albus in blue paint."

"I can understand how that annoys you." Pansy nodded. "You play for the Holyhead Harpies and to see James supporting another team that too because of Draco, it is really crazy."

"I know right?" Ginny frowned. "And, I can't even do anything about it, neither can Harry. Well James has my husband wrapped around his finger, so it doesn't help the matter at all."

"And you have Harry wrapped around your finger."

"I don't know about that-"

"It is true!" Pansy grinned at her. "Harry's clearly whipped."

"Well then you have Blaise wrapped around your finger as well." Ginny retorted. "And he is clearly whipped. I know how much Blaise is scared of you."

The two witches looked at each other and then burst out laughing. "Salazar, I wonder what Blaise and Harry would think if they hear our talks." Pansy commented. 

"Well it is not like they don't talk about us too, right?" Ginny shrugged. "Besides, Hermione and I used to have this kind of talk about boys all the time. Did you know that she always blushed whenever Draco was mentioned?"

"Oh I can guess." Pansy smiled at her. "Draco was the same, you know? He was so dumbstruck at the sight of her at the Yule Ball, but that's not where his crush on her started."

"Really? I always assumed he was attracted to her because of the Yule Ball just like the other boys."

"I think you should know by now that Draco is nothing like other boys." Pansy chuckled. "I won't lie and say that it was love at first sight, because it actually wasn't. Draco did hate her in our first year, but that's only because he was made to believe that Malfoys are the best, and Hermione stood for everything which proved otherwise. However, he started questioning his beliefs by the end of first year. Many people think that Draco could have never liked her after our first year because he started calling her that foul word, but it is the total opposite."

"Really?" Ginny asked her. "But how?"

"Well, you remember how Lucius said in the bookshop that Draco had told him everything about Hermione?"

"Yeah, I remember that really well. How can I forget it?" She chuckled.

"Well, Draco was definitely embarrassed." Pansy nodded. "But did you ever notice that Draco didn't call Hermione that foul word even once during our first year?"

"I did." Ginny gasped. "Draco only started doing that after Lucius met us in the bookshop. And that only means that-"

"Lucius brainwashed Draco once again into all that blood purity crap, and even forced him because he didn't like the way Draco was questioning his beliefs." Pansy finished.

"Did he-" Ginny gulped. "Did Lucius ever, you know, raise his hand on Draco?"

"He did." Pansy closed her eyes. "I remember Draco asking me to put a glamour charm on the scar he had on his face because his hand was too shaky to do that himself."

"Lucius had-"

"Lucius had slapped him the first time Draco said that Hermione was brilliant, and better than him after our first year." Pansy sighed and opened her eyes. "But that wasn't the first time Lucius had ever hurted Draco. Contrary to what everyone thinks, Draco didn't really have a happy childhood, except for a few, rare instances. That's why he couldn't produce a patronus for quite a long time, because he didn't have any happy memories."

"Draco was spoiled." Pansy continued. "But he was spoiled by materialistic things, which is not at all equal to being spoiled by love and affection."

"I feel as if he was so misunderstood, right?" Ginny asked. "In fact, most Slytherins were misunderstood. Other houses just assumed they were bad even without making the effort in getting to know them." 

The red haired witch put her hand on her friend's shoulder, and added, "I am so glad McGonagall implemented the house unity plan in eighth year, otherwise we would have never become friends."

"And Draco would have never become Hermione's best friend either." Pansy said. "Honestly, if those two take another second to get together, I am going to hex them both."

"Or how about shoving them inside a broom closet?" Ginny's eyes lit up with mischievousness.

"Ah we should also ask Narcissa for ideas. She is really creative." 

"I agree." Ginny nodded. "And do you remember how Draco let George make him a ferret on 1st April 1999? Because Draco believed that it was his fault Fred died. George even told me that he had seen Draco coming to the funeral, but he stood at the back. And when after everyone was gone, Draco whispered an apology to Fred's grave and sobbed loudly."  

"That was really thoughtful of him." Pansy smiled. "I remember how Draco was after the war. He was constantly swarmed with guilt. I am so glad he is better now. Speaking of, do you know where Draco is? He is not picking up my phone. I wanted to ask him something-" 

Just then, Albus came running inside the living room. "Mum!"

Ginny gasped as she saw him fully covered from head to toe in blue paint.

"James Sirius Potter!" She yelled. "Get the hell here right now."

"Language, Ginny." Pansy chuckled.

James walked into the room with a sheepish look on his face. He too was covered in blue paint.

"I am telling you, I will kill that stupid ferret someday." Ginny muttered to Pansy. "Look what he has done!"

"Draco must be so happy with this." Pansy chuckled. "He succeeded in this, after all."

"That ferret might not have been able to influence James into becoming a Slytherin, but he definitely made him a Tutshill Tornados fan." Ginny grumbled.

"Mum, can we make blue cupcakes for Athy?" James asked her. "She loves the apple flavor ones."

"Blue cupcakes?" Pansy asked her friend.

"He means apple flavored cupcakes with blue cream frosting on them." Ginny answered. "I baked them once when Athy had come here for a playdate, and she loved them."

"Hmm James knows everything about Athy, doesn't he?" Pansy chuckled. "Not sure whether or not Draco will like this."

"Serves him right for making my son even more mischievous by giving him these crazy ideas." Ginny shook her head. 

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"Ron?" Harry blinked at Draco.

"Oh yeah, your best friend Weasel." Draco rolled his eyes. "I don't know how I will get the potion from him. Saying that stupid idiot hates me would be an understatement."

"But that's perfect!"

"Potter, did you actually hear what I just said or were you busy daydreaming about crazy stuff? I just-"

"I know what you said." Harry cut him off. "And it's perfect. I was afraid that the potion is with a stranger so it will be really hard to get it, but now it is with my best friend. We can just go and tell him why we need it and-"

"It is not as simple as it looks, Potter." He shook his head. "You really think that the Blacks would have just trusted the Weasleys to keep their precious things without putting any safety measures or conditions?"

"But why not? It's not like any other family can take it?"

"So what? You do know how the Blacks were right? I am sure Sirius must have told you. The Blacks were supporters of Voldemort, yes, but not their beliefs. They wanted power. So obviously they wouldn't have wanted their precious things, a source of power, to go in the wrong hands even if they were family. They had to be conditions. And the Blacks made two of them."

"What were they?"

"The first one is obvious." Draco raised one finger. "Only those who were on the tapestry of the Black Family Tree, can take it. And I mean to really be on it. There shouldn't be a burnt hole in place of your picture."

"But that's easy, isn't it?" Harry shrugged. "You are on the tapestry, so you can easily take it."

"The problem lies with the second condition, Potter." Draco sighed. "According to the condition, I cannot tell Weasel why I want the potion, nor can I ask him directly to give me the potion."

"Damn." Harry muttered. "Then how are we going to take the potion?" 

The two sat silently for a few minutes before Draco's eyes landed upon the raid chart which was hanging in the office. "I have an idea."

Harry followed his eyes and then smirked as he understood what his friend was trying to say.

A few minutes later found the two wizards standing in front of the Burrow. "You sure about this?" Harry asked Draco. "You do know that Ron has a temper."

"Anything for Hermione." Draco muttered. "Besides, it's not like Weasel can harm me. He knows the rules of the Ministry. But, if he does cause me harm, then you should keep in mind that I won't just walk away without giving him a proper reply."

The two went over the plan one last time before Harry knocked on the door. He just hoped only Ron was in the home that time, it would be hard to explain what they were doing and why with everyone else present.

Thankfully, Ron opened the door after a few seconds. He looked surprised to see the two Aurors there, but anyways, he let them in.

"Where is Molly, Ron?" Harry asked him. "And the rest of the family?"

"Oh she has gone to Diagon Alley with Fleur and Angelina, they wanted to buy some robes." Ron answered. "Dad, Bill, George and Percy have gone to work. Charlie had to go to Romania for some urgent work, but will be back later today. And Audrey and I were just babysitting the kids, but she is sleeping right now because she was tired."

"Who's Audrey?" Draco whispered to Harry.

"Percy's wife." Harry answered. "They got married a few months ago, well almost a year ago. I am surprised you don't know about their marriage, though."

"Do I look like someone who is a fan of the Weasleys and so would keep a tab on everything they do?" Draco hissed.

"So, what are you two doing here?" Ron asked them, but his gaze was fixed on the blond wizard.

"Raiding your house, Weasel, what else?" Draco rolled his eyes.

"You better be joking, Malfoy. And if you are, then I don't appreciate your bad sense of humour-"

"I am not joking, Weasel." Draco smirked at him. "If you don't believe me, then ask your best friend why we are here. Go on, ask him."

"He is saying the truth, Ron." Harry answered before the red haired man could ask him. "We are actually here to raid the house."

"Are you serious?" Ron gaped at him. "What the hell is wrong with you, Harry? Has Malfoy imperioused you or something?"

"It's not like that, Ron, and believe me, I don't want to do this too." Harry sighed. "But we just received information regarding some Dark Artifacts kept here, and so Robards asked us to come here."

"Dark Artifacts?" Ron stared at them. "Do you even know what you are talking about, Harry? Do you even know which house you are currently standing in? Let me have a talk with, Robards, I'll just-"

"You will do no such thing." Draco said, accioing Ron's wand to him before the red haired man could even raise it. "We are just doing our jobs. And if you try to stop us, then it won't take me long to stun you."

"Harry, you have got to stop this rubbish-"

"I am sorry, Ron." Harry looked at him with an apologetic face. "But we have to follow the orders. Please cooperate with us."

"Like hell I will-"

"You have got two options, Weasel." Draco interrupted him. "Either you let us use the spell which will show us all the items which are here, but were never originally owned by your family, and give them to us peacefully. Or I will have no choice but to use force."

"Please, Ron." Harry pleaded with him. "I don't like doing this, but we have got no option. And if you don't cooperate, then think what an image that will create in Robards' mind? He might even remove you from your job as an Auror."

"Fine." Ron glared at the two of them. "But we are doing this my way."

"He better hurry up or I'll really punch him." Draco muttered as they followed him up stairs.

A few minutes later, the three wizards stood in the attic, with Draco's wand pointed towards the room as he muttered the spell under his breath.

A blue glow surrounded the trunk and Ron opened it, taking out the items which emitted a bright blue colour. 

Draco nudged Harry as Ron took out a vial, on which the Black family crest was engraved. "I think this is enough, Weasel." Draco stopped him. "Now, are you going to give me this vial by your choice?"

Ron looked at the vial in his hands and nodded. "Yes."

"You are not being forced by me, or under any Imperius Curse, are you?"

"No." Ron said after a few moments of hesitation. "I am giving this to you from my own will." 

As Draco took the potion from him, the blue light slowly vanished, signalling that the thing was back to the rightful owner.

"Great, thanks." Draco nodded towards Ron and then towards Harry. "I am going to St Mungo's, feel free to tell Weasel everything if you want."

Without another word, he disapparated from there, leaving behind a confused red head, and a raven haired man smiling sheepishly at him.

As soon as Draco reached St Mungo's, he immediately called a Healer. "Take this." He thrust the potion into Healer Rick's hands. "This is a healing potion of the Blacks, and it can heal anything. Please save her."

Healer Rick nodded at him and quickly walked towards Hermione's room, shouting at his colleagues to follow him.

Draco sighed and sat down on a chair. He hadn't noticed where exactly he had apparated.

"My dragon?" 

He looked up to see his mother walking towards him. She was followed by his father and friends.

"I found the Healing potion of the Blacks." He told her. "It can heal anything. So it will save her. It has to save her."

Narcissa nodded with tears in her eyes and leant forward to wrap her arms around him, tucking his head under her chin. "You have done everything you can, my dragon, and now you should go and get yourself healed."

"Mother, please-"

"No, I am not going to hear any more of your protests." Narcissa shook her head. "You will get yourself healed right now, or be prepared to hang out with the peacocks."

Draco weakly chuckled at the threat, but nodded nonetheless. Lucius and Blaise stepped forward to help him up, and led him towards a room.

Theo sat down next to Narcissa and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "Everything will be fine, Narcissa, don't worry."

Before she could reply, they were interrupted by Draco. "Oh and Mother, please bake an apple pie for Athy."

"What?" She blinked at him.

"That's the first thing she demanded when she woke up." Draco chuckled and turned back towards the room he was being led into.

"Well, now you have to fulfill the demand of our little princess." Theo chuckled. 

"I suppose I can't really deny the demand of my little Malfoy princess now, can I?" Narcissa smiled at him. "I will go and get started now. Oh and you better help me, Theodore Nott."

"But she asked you to make her a pie, and not me-"

"You won't get any pies if you don't help me." Narcissa stood up from there and started heading towards the fireplace.

"Okay fine." Theo sighed and followed her. "Athy has literally inherited Draco's love for apples. I remember him demanding for the pies when we were younger. Though, that hasn't changed even now."

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A few hours later....... 

"Where are you, Harry Potter?" Ginny muttered angrily as she walked inside St Mungo's, holding Albus' hand.

A few steps behind her, Pansy was walking with James and trying to stop him from shouting that Tutshill Tornados was the best team ever.

Finally, the two witches spotted their friends sitting on a bench in front of a room, and they quickly walked towards them.

"I don't know how Ginny will react when she gets to know that I hid what had happened from her." Harry muttered, oblivious to the witches approaching them.

"And the matter of you telling Weasel but not her being the cherry on top." Draco smirked, looking over Harry's shoulder.

"Well, I am glad that Ron went to the Ministry to tell Arthur and his brothers and- wait a second." Harry narrowed his eyes at him. "What are you smirking for? It is not like Ginny is here, is she? I know I will have to face her wrath when I go back home-"

"Damn right you will, Harry James Potter." Ginny glared at him, trying to keep her voice down. "But you will face it here right now."

Harry gulped and turned around. "Okay, so you should listen to my reason of not telling you about this first." He smiled sheepishly at her. "I was-"

"If I was not worried about you all and my best friend, then I swear I would have hexed you into next week, Potter." Ginny crossed her arms in front of her. "You are lucky I am not pointing my wand at you right now."

"She is learning the habit of you calling me Potter." Harry shot Draco an irritated look, while the blond man smiled smugly at him.

"Do not try to change the topic." Ginny finally uncrossed her arms and wrapped them around Harry in a tight hug. "I was so worried about you, you know?"

"I know." Harry buried his face in the crook of her neck. "I am sorry for worrying you, Gin, but I didn't want to give you any tension. Also wait, who told you about what had happened anyways?"

Harry pulled back and glared at Draco. "Did you tell her?" 

"Of course not, Potter." Draco rolled his eyes. "I have been literally with you all day. If I had to tell Potterette, then I would have done that hours ago, you know I love it when she hexes you, don't you?"

"Why did I expect a decent response from you, for once?" Harry sighed. "But if not you, then who told her?"

Ginny turned back and smiled sheepishly at Blaise who was standing with his fiancée in his arms. "Sorry, Blaise."

"Whatever." He shrugged. "It is not like Potter can hex me for doing this now, can he, Red? I just told you and Pansy the truth, and did nothing wrong."

"And you couldn't have told us earlier, could you?" Pansy lightly punched his chest. "You just had to wait until I called you and threatened to make the Malfoys' peacocks chase you all around, right?"

"Wait, he is scared of the peacocks as well?" Ginny asked her friend. "I thought it was only Draco who was scared of them."

"I am not scared of them, Potterette." Draco rolled his eyes again.

"Of course he is." Pansy answered, ignoring Draco. "Blaise and Draco always used to trouble the peacocks when they were younger, and would get chased by them as well."

"Well that's news." Ginny chuckled. "Tell me, Harry, should I make a peacock chase after you to see if you are scared of them as well?"

"No, I am not interested in that thank you very much." Harry shuddered. He did not want to do that at all. "I am happy staying away from the peacocks."

"Who knew the Boy Who Lived will get scared even by just thinking of the peacocks?" Draco chuckled. "The Daily Prophet needs to know about this." 

"You wish, Malfoy." Harry retorted. "Anyways, Gin, what are James and Albus doing here? You could have sent them to the Burrow."

"You do know how James is like right, Harry?" Ginny raised her eyebrows at him. "When I was telling Pansy that Athy and Hermione were in St Mungo's, James heard that, and he demanded to come with us."

"And Albus would of course come wherever James will come." Harry sighed. "Well Athy is awake now, so James and Albus can stay with her. I'll just go and take them there."

"Oh wait." Narcissa exclaimed as she and Theo quickly walked towards them. "Here are the apple pies Athy requested. I have made one for each of you, and two for Athy."

"Well I got two." Theo grinned as Draco scowled at him.

"You didn't have to do this, Narcissa." Pansy told her. "None of us want to eat now." The others nodded at her statement.

"Nonsense." Narcissa took the pies from the basket and started giving them to her son and his friends. "You all need to eat, specially Draco and Harry. I know they haven't eaten anything since the morning."

They all nodded and started eating, except Draco, who was staring at the room Hermione was getting treated in.

"My adorable Dragon." Narcissa crouched down in front of him and took his hands in her. "You need to eat."

"Mother, please, don't be stubborn-"

"You are being stubborn, my brave dragon." She smiled fondly at him and leaned up to kiss his forehead. "If not for yourself, then please eat for Athy. You have to be here for her, right? And you can't do that if you are hungry."

"I mean, we all know perfectly how Draco throws a tantrum when he is hungry." Harry smirked at him.

"Of course." Theo nodded. "You should have seen what he used to do in Hogwarts. I swear, nobody is as dramatic as our dear Drakey."

"Isn't that what Victoria called you, Draco?" Harry smirked wider at him. "When she was flirting with you?"

"Oh and what about what Kelie called you when she was flirting with you?" Draco retorted. "Weren't you going to meet her at a nearby café? That's what she said, isn't it?"

As Ginny glared at Harry, the Chosen One threw a scathing look at Draco.

"I should go and take the kids to Athy's room." Harry looked sheepishly at his wife.

"Oh no need." Blaise grinned at him and took the pies he was carrying. "Pansy and I will take them. You enjoy facing Red's wrath, Potter."

The others laughed as Harry tried to dodge Ginny's attempts of smacking him. Finally, he managed to catch her wrists in his hands, and told her everything that the two Healers had done with him and Draco.

"I am still angry at you, you know?" Ginny muttered to Harry after a few seconds.

"I know, and I am sorry." Harry wrapped his arms around her, tucking her head under his chin. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." She whispered and kissed his jaw. "But that doesn't mean I have forgiven you, yet. You will have to sleep in the garden for at least a week as your punishment." 

"It is good that they are acting normally for Draco." Narcissa whispered to her husband. "My poor dragon is already going through so much, at least his friends are there for him."

"And thankfully Athy didn't ask him many questions either." Lucius whispered back. "And James and Albus will be able to distract her as well."

Almost an hour later, as the group sat huddled together, the door of Hermione's room opened and Healer Rick stepped out.

"The potion has......." He took a deep breath. "It has worked perfectly."

Draco immediately stood up and walked towards him. "You are not joking, right?"

"No, Auror Malfoy." He smiled at him. "Your Healing Potion has worked perfectly, and Auror Granger is out of danger now. All her injuries have been healed." 

He reached into his pocket and handed the vial to the blond man. "We hadn't needed to use the whole potion, only one drop of it was enough. This potion even healed the tremors of the many Cruciatus Curse which was used on Auror Granger, she is perfectly fine now."

Draco sighed with relief and looked at the man in front of him with gratitude. "Healer Rick, I-I......" His voice cracked. "I can't thank you enough. Y-you have done so much and I just....... I'll just make a slip of donation to St Mungo's as my gratitude."

"There is no need for that, Auror Malfoy." Healer Rick patted his shoulder. "I just did my work, besides you were the one who brought the Healing Potion."

With that, Healer Rick walked away from there, but not before saying that they could go inside the room now, but shouldn't stay for long as Hermione was still asleep.

Draco could have hugged Healer Rick right then and there.

And that was saying something because he wasn't a hugger.

He wasn't a softy, like Harry had said he was.

Of course, he wasn't, Draco tried reassuring himself. 

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Four days later.......

"You are still here, Draco?"

The said person opened his eyes to see his once enemy standing in front of him. Then he looked at his watch.

5:16 a.m.

"Can't you let me sleep, Potter?" He asked as he stretched out on the couch. "What could you possibly have to talk with me about this early in the morning?"

"Nothing." Harry shrugged and sat down next to him. "Just wanted to try and persuade you to finally go home and take a good rest."

"And this is what, the umpteenth time, you have been doing this?"

"Actually, I think this is the eighteenth time." Harry nodded. "Well, that is, if you don't count the attempts of others to try and send you home."

"And what has my answer been every time?"

"No." He answered. "You say literally every time, without even letting us explain."

"If I have been saying no every time," Draco started, "Then why did you think that waking me up at five o'clock in the morning will give you any other answer?"

"Well because you might get irritated at me-"

"I am always irritated at you, Potter-" 

"For waking you up at this ungodly hour and then I might start an argument with you, and obviously you will be too tired for it, but then somehow I will convince you to go home and have a rest so that you will have the energy you require for having an argument." Harry finished.

Draco stared at him. "That is a really stupid plan, Potter, and who is the idiot who came up with this?"

"Theo." Harry answered. "We were discussing this yesterday."

"Should have known." Draco muttered. "But wait, what are you actually doing here? You could have just called me if you wanted to wake me up."

"I was obviously going to take over your watch duty." Harry sighed. "Healer Rick has said that one person should be present with Hermione all the time, since she is in a coma, and you have been doing that ever since she got healed. And I wanted to take over the watch so you could go home and rest."

"I am not going anywhere until she wakes up, Potter." Draco stubbornly said. "Besides, Athy will have to stay for a few days here too, according to the Healers. So I am staying here for her as well."

"Draco-"

"My answer is still no, Potter. You can go back home."

Harry sighed and left Hermione's room, knowing Draco wouldn't listen to him. 

As Draco prepared to fall asleep again, he noticed Hermione's hand twitching. Immediately, he got up from the couch and stood next to her bed, taking her hand in his.

"Hermione?" He whispered. "Please wake up, Mia. Please." 

As if she was listening to him, Hermione slowly opened her eyes and blinked at him.

Tears of happiness leaked from Draco's eyes as he bent forward and placed a kiss on her forehead. "I love you so much, Mia, so so much. And I am so sorry I didn't tell you before."

When she didn't say anything, he wiped his tears and let go of her hand. "I'll just go and call the Healer."

As he moved away from her, Hermione grasped his wrist in her hand and asked, "I am sorry but, who are you?"

A/N: That's it for this chapter. It was 8000+ words. Hope you guys like it. Finally all the mysteries have been revealed. Did you think that Weasleys had kept the Blacks' things? And also, I loved writing Narcissa and Andromeda's scene. Random question: Ginny or Pansy? Answer in the comments below. Vote, comment and please share my story. Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you! 

Next chapter on 21/3/21(Sunday). 

Until next time.