My Slytherin- Draco Malfoy

Chapter 47 (Summer)

Theodora's POV

The dinner table was set by my Mum and Mrs. Weasley, Mrs. Malfoy, had never learned to cook apparently, trying her hardest, had failed miserably, a couple of times, but we forced the food down away. She had seemed pleased.

"It looks wonderful," Remus said, grinning at my mum and Mrs. Weasley.

"I've been meaning to tell you, Sirius, there's something trapped in that writing desk in the drawing-room, it keeps rattling and shaking. Of course, it could just be a Boggart, but I thought we ought to ask Alastor to have a look at it before we let it out."

Oh great, more cleaning, that's all we ever do here, anyway. I was supposed to be on a sandy beach with my friends.

I thought. As I stirred my stew, Draco put his hand on my thigh, unexpectedly, making me jump, shaking some plates.

"Sorry," I muttered, as people sent me some confused glances.

On the other side of the table, Tonks was making some animal faces again for Granger and Ginny. Mr. Weasley, Lupin, and Bill were all talking about something for the order, Ron, and the twins were talking with Mundungus, and laughing loudly.

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After three helpful' s of food, and some desert Mrs. Weasley yawned, and stood up.

"Nearly time for bed, I think."

"Not just yet, Molly. You know, I'm surprised at you. I thought the first thing you'd do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort." We winced at the name.

"I did! I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we're not allowed in the Order, so -"

"And they are quite right, you're too young." Mrs. Weasley said,

"Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions? Harry's been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He's got the right to know what's been happening—" Sirius yelled,

"Hang on!" George yelled,

"How come Harry gets his questions answered?" Fred asked,

"We've been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven't told us a single stinking thing!" George said.

"'You're too young, you're not in the Order, Harry's not even of age!" Fred yelled, mimicking his mother.

"It's not my fault you haven't been told what the Order's doing, that's your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand -" Sirius said, calmly.

"It's not down to you to decide what's good for Harry! You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, I suppose?" Mrs. Weasley snapped.

"Which bit?" Sirius asked, trying to sound polite.

"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know." We all glanced between Mrs. Weasley and Sirius. Mrs. Weasley was sitting bolt upright, her fist clenched.

"I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly. But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back he has more right than most to -"

"He's not a member of the order of phoenix! He's only fifteen- "And he's dealt with as much as most of the order! And more than some!" Sirius yelled,

"No one's denying what he's done! But he's still -"

"He's not a child!" Sirius said impatiently.

"He's not an adult either! He's not James, Sirius!" She was flushing furiously now.

"I'm perfectly clear on who he is, thanks, Molly!"

Am I breathing too loudly, I really think I'm interrupting something.

"I'm not sure you are! Sometimes, the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!" Mrs. Weasley accused.

"What's wrong with that?" Potter asked.

"What's wrong, Harry, is that you are not your father, however much you might look like him! You are still at school and adults responsible for you should not forget it!"

"Meaning I'm an irresponsible godfather?" Sirius demanded, his voice rising.

"Meaning you have been known to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay at home and -"

"We'll leave my instructions from Dumbledore out of this if you please!"

"Arthur! Arthur, back me up!" Mrs. Weasley said, turning to her husband. Mr. Weasley didn't speak at once. He instead rubbed his glasses clean and took a deep breath before answering.

"Dumbledore knows the position has changed, Molly. He accepts Harry will have to be filled in, to a certain extent, now that he is staying at Headquarters."

"Yes, but there's a difference between that and inviting him to ask whatever he likes!"

"Personally, I think it better than Harry gets the facts - not all the facts, Molly, but the general picture - from us, rather than a garbled version from... others." Lupin pipped in.

"Well, well... I can see I'm going to be overruled. I'll just say this: Dumbledore must have had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who has Harry's best interests at heart -" Mrs. Weasley started, sounding defeated.

"He's not your son," Sirius muttered, quietly.

"He's as good as. Who else has he got?"

"He's got me!" Sirius yelled,

"Yes, the thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?"

Low blow.

I thought as Sirius started to rise from his chair.

"Molly, you're not the only person at this table who cares about Harry," Lupin snapped.

"Sirius sit down."

"I think Harry ought to be allowed a say in this, he's old enough to decide for himself," Lupin said,

"I want to know what's going on," Potter said,

"Very well, Ginny - Ron - Hermione - Fred - George–I want you out of this kitchen, now."

"You too Draco and Theodora," Mum said, and Mrs. Malfoy nodded.

"We're of age!"

"If Harry's allowed, why can't I?"

"Mum, I want to hear!"

"No! I absolutely forbid it!" Mrs. Weasley yelled.

"Molly, you can't stop Fred and George. They are of age." Mr. Weasley whispered,

"They're still at school."

"But they're legally adults." Mr. Weasley reminded, "I-oh, all right, they can stay but Ron-"

"Harry'll tell me, Draco, and Hermione everything you say, anyway! Won't - won't you?" Ron asked,

"Of course I will," Potter said, and the three of them beamed at him.

"Fine! Ginny-bed!"

Ginny did not go quiet, and Mrs. Weasley had to practically drag her out. As I stood up, yawning.

"Dora, where are you going?" Draco asked, grabbing my arm.

"Don't you want to hear what they have to say?"

"Let me think. Protect Harry Potter or go to sleep? I'm going to sleep." Draco rolled his eyes, letting me go as I walked out of the kitchen.