Point Made

Oversight

 Draco grinned and stood up as he heard the floo activate. He had been looking at his mother, curiously, before the sound drifted into the dining room, but now he was doing his best to not run into the living room. His father was already sinking his leather chair while Severus shrugged off his coat.

"How was Diagon Alley?" Narcissa's voice inquired behind him and Draco turned to see her striding into the room, hands skimming the edges of her skirt. Lucius looked away from Severus to admire his wife.

"Borning," was his mild response. Draco groaned and looked at Severus for confirmation.

Severus snorted and set his coat against a nearby chair, an elf apparating into the room to take it out. "We got what we needed."

"What exactly did you guys need? You went shopping three days ago," Draco countered. "You could have sent Poppy for any supplies that you needed unless you had to visit him." None of them needed a clarification on who him was. The only person who wouldn't accept a house elf in replacement of the two men was Voldemort.

"Draco we already discussed this," Narcissa said. "They did not get called on by the dark lord."

Severus ran a hand through his hair before grounding out, "The boys right. We were called."

"Lucius!"

The man grimaced and stood up. "It wasn't a big deal. The meeting only lasted an hour."

"I don't care how long. I asked you where you went and you lied to me."

"Yes, let me say that we went to see the dark lord by owl and have it intercepted." Lucius argued and shot her a look.

Severus finally spoke up from his spot by the fire trying to relieve the room's tension. "The dark lord was curious about Dumbledore's reaction to Harry's disappearance. We need to decide quickly if Harry will return to Hogwarts." Severus waited until all three of them looked at him before continuing. "If he is returned to Dumbledore then we risk losing him to death."

"Why would Dumbledore want Harry dead?" Draco asked.

"Horcruxes," Narcissa whispered. Severus and Lucius nodded at her horrified expression. "He used horcruxes?"

"He accidently made Harry one as well," Lucius replied grimly.

Draco, who had no idea what a horcrux was, could only continue to look at the others completely lost. "I don't understand," he finally said, "What's a horcrux?"

Narcissa looked at him sympathetically while Lucius spoke. "It puts a piece of your soul in an object."

Draco blanched, "Harry has a piece of his soul inside of him?" Lucius ignored Draco's misuse of pronouns and looked at Severus for assistance.

"We'll figure something out, Draco."

"It's not a matter of figuring something out!" Draco shouted and crossed his arms. "It's...I was... " Draco looked like he might puke and turned to look at the fire. "What are we going to do with him?"

Lucius and Severus shared a glance at his sudden change in attitude. "We'll try to find ways to get rid of the horcrux without killing him," Narcissa said. "I will not let you men decide otherwise." She bit her lip and gazed at Lucius, expectant. "Draco, you should go check on Harry. I didn't mean to lash out at him like that. Memories are a deadly thing."

Lucius looked curious, but neither Narcissa nor Draco clarified on what happened. The boy only nodded and took the stairs back up the hallway. He almost entered his own room without bothering to check, but he second guessed himself.

Did it really matter if Harry had a piece of the dark lord's soul inside of him? Did it really change the way the other boy acted? Draco doubted it, but he couldn't be sure of anything. He closed his door with a sigh before walking the rest of the way to Harry's room. Correction: Harry's temporary room.

If asked why he didn't knock later, Draco wouldn't know how to reply. Maybe his mind had been too full of horcruxes and dark lords. Either way, Draco did not knock and simply pushed the door open. He didn't walk in on anything eventful though.

He marveled at the new wall colors for a moment before looking around for Harry. The boy was sleeping in a corner of the room, sheet pulled up to his knees. Draco considered calling for Severus and asking him about Harry's strange behavior, but something stopped him.

Surely the dark lord would prefer to sleep in a bed as opposed to a corner, so this act could be counted as proof of Harry's actions being his own. This didn't explain Draco's reluctance to call Severus though.

Draco sighed and stalked his way into the room, crouching before Harry. The other boy's shoulders and chest followed the pattern of his breaths, moving up and down every few moments. "What makes you so special?" Draco whispered.

Harry seemed to flinch before settling back down again, almost startling Draco into running out of the room. It would be hard to explain to Harry, one who just woke up that is, why exactly he was watching him sleep. It wasn't as if Draco could answer that question either. Even when the question left his own head.