Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

Albus leaned forwards intently as he watched Harry walk through the doors of the Great Hall with Ron and young Malfoy beside him. The dear boy looked as though someone had drained his body of blood and forced it back in backwards. He hesitated for a moment, saying something to Malfoy, and then turned towards his own House table with Ron.

Albus sighed. At least that was one thing he could count on, the enduring friendship between Harry and the two young Gryffindors he had been through so much with.

Even if Harry was sitting a rather worrying distance from Hermione.

Albus sat back in his chair and glanced at Sirius beside him. Of course, he wore a complex illusion that made him appear older than he was, his hair a startling white, and his eyes a shining blue. He was staring at Harry, and Albus nudged him with one elbow. No need to give away possible secrets to Sirius's identity so early on.

Sirius sighed and averted his face, but whispered to Albus, "He just—acts like he's a Malfoy."

"Not all is lost, Sirius. Notice that he is still sitting at the Gryffindor table."

"Only because the Slytherins would probably reject him if he went over there!"

Albus sighed in turn and squeezed Sirius's hand. He only hoped that Sirius would not betray them with impulsive behavior before Harry ever got into the Defense classroom for this year.

"Headmaster."

Albus turned with a start. There was a door next to the High Table that professors could use to exit and enter the Great Hall, but all of the people he had expected were here by now, except Minerva and Hagrid, escorting the first-years.

The tall man next to Albus's chair bowed, a look of quiet amusement on his face. Albus narrowed his eyes. "Mr. Tonks."

"Yes. I just wanted to tell you that the Malfoy family will be having me continue instructing their sons in Defense this year. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger are welcome to join us. I'll see about perhaps taking on other students as well, but Draco and Harry are my priority."

"We have a Defense professor this year whom I am certain the Malfoys must find unobjectionable," Albus said, keeping his voice as low and soothing as possible. And one hand gripping Sirius's arm, too, just in case he would have tried to jump up and murder Ted. "Maybe you can tell them that?"

"No offense, Headmaster, but you hired one of your oldest friends last year and failed to notice that he'd been replaced by a Death Eater." Ted's gaze drifted over Sirius. "It could be the same way this time."

"My name is Arcturus Adley," Sirius said curtly. He and Albus had spent quite a time discussing the name, and in the end, Albus had agreed that Sirius could go with a star name. It might encourage Harry, or Mrs. Malfoy, to think that he was related to the Blacks and open up to him. "I'm a half-blood, and I hate You-Know-Who."

Ted merely shrugged. "The other Defense professors you've had here haven't all been Death Eaters, but they've been dangerous in different ways." He nodded to Albus. "Therefore, Harry won't be attending Defense classes."

Albus took a deep breath. The plan to get Harry closer to Sirius was only one of the ways he thought of to save the boy, but it would have been the easiest, and was one in which he had invested a considerably amount of time. "Mr. Tonks, I would urge you to reconsider. What cause can it serve to keep Harry cut off from his classmates all the time?"

Ted blinked, as if puzzled by the argument. "The cause of keeping him alive."

"But it also stunts his social growth, and encourages him to distrust others." Albus gave Ted his best smile. "Don't you think that he needs to look beyond his family for friends?"

"He has them. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger aren't part of his family."

Albus nodded to the Gryffindor table. It was now more than obvious that Hermione had turned away from Ron and Harry to talk with some of the other Gryffindor girls, with whom Albus never normally saw her associating. "Does that look like friendship?"

"They had a fight," Ted murmured, sounding unconcerned. "They'll get over it."

"Mr. Tonks—"

"I simply told you so that you would be informed, Headmaster, not so you could debate the decision."

Ted turned and walked away from the table. Albus went back to gripping Sirius's arm. He wasn't sure who Sirius might lash out at right now, but it would probably be several people, and they couldn't afford to draw attention so early in the term.

"I'll kill him," Sirius breathed. "I promise, I'll kill him."

"And is that the way to endear yourself to Harry?" Albus asked sharply, mostly because he had to. "If you kill his—uncle?" Albus had to pause a moment to think about what relationship Ted would have to Harry. It still felt unnatural to him to think of Harry as a Malfoy at all.

Sirius slumped back in his chair and reached for his goblet of water. "No, but what else am I supposed to do?"

"I am sure we'll figure something out," Albus said firmly, and sat back to watch Minerva march the first-years into the Great Hall. His head and stomach were churning.

At this point, he had no idea how they would fight Voldemort. It kept him up at night far more than the idea of Harry simply being a Malfoy or being corrupted.

There must be something I can do.

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