ᴾᵃᵖᵉʳ & ᴵⁿᵏ ➵ H. Potter ✔️

Vol 2.9 | Butterfly

y/n malfoy

I enter a room, where i find some sort of tapestry on the wall. Some sort of family tree. It says, "The most noble house of Black."

I stare at it for quite a while, admiring the beautiful art. I almost know no one, but from what i understand, these people are my family. From mumsy's side. Then, i find some familiar names.

A double line of gold embroidery links Narcissa Black with Lucius Malfoy and two vertical gold lines from their names lead to the name Draco and Y/n.

Suddenly, i feel a pair of arms wrapping around my waist, and a chin resting on my shoulder. I look back, finding a smiling Harry. I return the smile, before continuing to look back at the family tapestry.

"I never realized i was on here," I chuckled, but Harry stays silent, letting me admire the art. "Did you?" I slightly tilt my head, asking Harry. "Of course i did," He replies, "Sirius explained everything to me here, in fifth year. How could you not notice your name on it?"

I chuckle, as Harry takes a lock of my hair, and puts it behind my ear. "Well," I sigh, "I'm not a nosy snooper like you are." Harry lets out a small laugh, and rolls his eyes playfully. "The kids are going to be on here too, yeah?" Harry whispers into my ear, as i feel butterflies swarming in my stomach.

"Remus Potter, Minerva Potter, any other ideas?" He asks, and i tilt my head slightly to look at him, our faces inches apart, as he still wraps his arms around my waist gently. "How many of those little devils do you want?" I ask, lifting an eyebrow while grinning. "I dunno," He shrugs, "It's your body, your choice."

"Well.." I sigh, putting my hands on top of Harry's, "If there's going to be more.. I reckon.. James and Lily." Harry moves his head from my shoulder, slightly furrowing his eyebrows and smirking, amused. "I don't deserve you," He says, as he leans in closer to kiss my cheek.

I continue to study the wall again, seeing Draco's face on the tapestry, next to mine. I point to him, and say, "Look, there's dear ol' brother."

"Draco wanted to tell you, you know? So please don't get mad at him," I tell Harry, and he turns me around by my waist, before slowly leaning into a kiss. "I don't care about anything," He mumbles, "I'm just glad you're finally here with me."

"Thought we were going to Hogwarts," I say to Harry, lightly pushing his chest away. "Right.." He nods, chuckling nervously. "Let's get a move on then!" I exclaim while dragging Harry out of the room.

Since Ron is an auror, and had 2 years of training to use transfiguration on humans, we asked him to turn me into a butterfly, to avoid any suspicion, and then off we go, to our dearest old school.

I fly around, casually landing on Harry's ear and staying there. Harry holds his hand out, and i fly down towards his hand. "You're quite a pretty butterfly."

We eventually arrive to Professor Mcgonagall's office. Still in my butterfly form, Harry greets the headmistress, and i notice there's a picture of me hanging on her wall. Harry politely asks the headmistress to turn the butterfly into a human.

And her shocked expression when i turn into my original form is priceless.

"Good afternoon, Professor," I smile, holding my hand out for her to shake. But Professor Mcgonagall drops her wand, and puts her hand over her mouth in shock, looking at me with wide eyes. "It-- It can't be," She stutters, slowly stepping forward to approach me.

"It's me," I whisper, as i lean in and hug her. She seems a bit surprised, but slowly hugs back. I can ever hear Harry's faint chuckles. And as we break the hug, i can still see the confused expression on Professor Mcgonagall's face.

I explain everything, and she seems to understand a lot more now. I apologize to her about a hundred times, and she keeps telling me that it's okay. I also request to keep this a secret, as i don't want to gather attention and therefore drawing my father to me.

"But we have other intentions on coming here, Professor," I start again, remembering Ron's plan. "And that is, Miss Malfoy?" The Professor asks, eyeing Harry and i curiously. "Well, we were wondering if we could rent out the Hogwarts Express train?"

Professor Mcgonagall's eyes widen, a bit taken aback by the request. She clears her throat, and asks, "And why would you be needing the school's train?"
"Um.." Harry starts, "Well--" I smile politely, interrupting Harry, "Ron wants to propose to Hermione.. Maybe in the next two weeks? And we want to do it in the same exact spot they met. Is that possible?"

"Mr. Weasley and Ms. Granger?"

Harry and i both nod, then Professor Mcgonagall squeals excitedly, "Well of course it's possible! I can't believe you kids are getting married left right and centre now! I remember when you were merely 11!"

Realizing what just happened, she clears her throat and collects herself. But really, i find it quite adorable. Harry and i eye each other, exchanging smiles.

The headmistress regains her serious persona, and says, "Forgive my sentiment." She then continues to drift the subject to us, asking, "How about you both? Has the marriage conversation been brought up?"

"Oh definitely!" Harry nods eagerly, as i chuckle in a nervous tone, "We're.. Working on it. It's a bit hard, but we'll find away."

Professor Mcgonagall smiles, but it fades away from her face when we hear someone approaching the room. "Someone's coming," She sternly warns, and turns me back into a butterfly.

We then hear the footsteps getting louder, and our old caretaker Mr. Filch arrives. "Someone would like to see you, Ma'am," he says, and Professor Mcgonagall asks, "Who is it, Mr. Filch?"

"Lucius Malfoy."

My heart drops at the mention of my father's name, as i grow worried and scared. What could he possibly doing at Hogwarts?

I notice when he sees Harry, he looks a bit surprised. "Well, well, well.." He starts, "Harry Potter himself."

"To what do i owe the pleasure, Mr. Malfoy?" Professor Mcgonagall speaks up, gaining my father's attention. "Well..  My radar picked up something of mine that is not where it's supposed to be. And it's here.. Very curious."

Does he mean me?

"Are you implying i stole something from you, Lucius?" Professor Mcgonagall asks in a defensive tone. My father now seems confused on what to answer. He knows he can't say he's looking for me, because he still doesn't know that Harry and Mcgonagall both are aware that i'm alive.

"By all means, Professor, no," My father shakes his head, and begins to look around the room, carefully studying every corner. "It just seems like.. There is something of mine right here in your office."

He's looking for me. And he knows i'm here.

a/n;
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