Midnight

12.) The Discovery

Draco made a foggy walk to the second kitchen of the Malfoy Manor. He wasn't sure why he was going in there, but it was late-very late. He yawned at the opened door, looking at James. James was Harry biological father who had been living with them ever since Narcissa brought him back. Boy. Was that a long couple of day for Draco. Harry had disappeared that night and was gone two whole days. Just when Narcissa and Draco decided to go find, well to have Hermione location Harry, Harry entered through their back door. Bloody, not only form a couple of people he had feed on, but his own blood. Were in his anger, He fought that low life that had made him into a vampire. Narcissa didn't say a word as she did her best to bandaged him up. He ended up having a broken wrist, a couple of broken ribs and countless cuts on his body. She made him a drink, triple shot, after the last of the bandaged had been put on him. Draco got him into bed afterwards. They never did know what happened those two days, but Narcissa had her guesses as to what happened.
James sat writing, and Draco never understood why he kept that old feather pen and ink. Even little Narcissa had brought him pens, her pens. The vampire man wasn't going to write with normal pens, let alone bright pink ones. "Late for you." Draco nodded, puzzled to what had brought him into the second kitchen. He was fast asleep all nuzzled to Harry the last he remembered. "Are you alright?" James at this point put down the feather pen. "Yeah...just a bit confused. I must have slept walked." Draco yawned, but opened the fridge that held a few cookies that little Narcissa had failed to fine. "Do you feel different at all?" Draco shook his head. "Nothing that's not normal for my janky body. My allergies will start going crazy here soon, spring and all." Draco eased down at the table across form him, and bit into a cookie, he got a confused looked form James. "I forget you haven't the foggiest idea I'm talking about. I'm fine." Draco said with a hand over his mouth, he wasn't about to stop eating his cookie, but was awfully thirsty. "I'm...not form your same time no. I very much disliked that object over there." James pointed to the microwave. "It's call a microwave, and They nocited. You hardly warms yours up anymore." Draco walked over to the sink and filled one of Narcissa old coffee cups with water, standing there drinking it. "It holds me over...along enough anyway." Draco nodded. "It's fine if you need to go more often. Hermione and Ron do if they spend to much time here." Draco refilled the now empty coffee cup with more water. "I...don't exactly have the restrain Harry does. It's...better if somebody is there." Draco nodded, disappointed. He was still thirsty but couldn't stand there drinking water all night. He wiped his mouth off with his sleeve and sat back down, to have more cookies. "Draco?" James put a hand on his shoulder, but Draco didn't reply. His eyes were a very bright pink.

Narcissa eyes shot up at the sudden shake to see James standing over her. "Didn't mean to frighten you, but I have a question." He spoke quickly, to not wake her sleeping husband up. Narcissa turn the lamp on beside her, keeping it as low as possible, before easy up in the bed. "Something wrong." James had a Monday concern look on his face. "I heard about the vision, but I didn't think much of it...most don't mate with humans, and it didn't occur to me it would be possible with a male." Narcissa looked confused. "I'm learning alot, but I don't have the best understanding for those kind of things." James rubbed his temple, trying to replay the painful memory in his head. "He spoke about Harry being the father of the two most powerful girls." She then raised an eyebrow. "Are you trying to imply Draco to be-" James gave a nod. "I can't be certain at this moment...but I am nearly certain. He wondered into the kitchen, confused in what was going on. Then he had took cups of water and then I couldn't read him anymore. By the time he sat back down, his eyes were a very bright pink. I thin he's being control, but somebody needing something they can't get otherwise." By this point she slipped out of bed and grabbed her robe. "Your thinking the baby needs blood?" James nodded. "Draco would have to drink it himself, but if it's true, then yes. It seems to be the same with the talks of the woman, just one thing does worry me."  His voice was very concerned, as they walked out of the bedroom. "Some of us, can't read minds." She somewhat joked and he gave her a small smile. "No, but Harry's told me of the success you've had in projects your thoughts and accepting them." She nodded. "Seems to only work with Harry though." She shrugged her shoulders. "Harry is...a lot more powerful then most, it's...why he was never taught, at least that's what I hear." His voice was questionable, unsure if this to be sure. "What worries you?" She stopped working to face him. "It could be to much in the end, human woman have died giving birth...and unless acted fast enough, the transformation won't take." He seemed ashamed and she then looked concern. "I'll see what I can do...but let's be sure of these before anything else gets done." James nodded, as they continue the walk back to the second kitchen of the Manor.