The Light In The Dark - A Harry Potter Fanfiction

Malfoy Manor

"Harry! Draco! Breakfast!" Narcissa called. Harry rolled over in bed, and put on his glasses. He could make out Draco sleeping on the other end of the room. He got out of bed, and tiptoed over to Draco. 

"RAWR!" He yelled. Draco sat bolt upright, an expression of utmost terror on his face. 

Then he saw Harry. "Oh, it's just you." he said, "RACE YOU DOWNSTAIRS!!!!" Harry had a split second to run out the bedroom door before Draco did. They skidded into the kitchen, and nearly bumped into their father, Lucius. 

Lucius gave them a cold glare that made them cringe and take a step back. Lucius had never been fond of Harry and Draco, as he was a Death Eater. He had more important matters to attend to than take care of some silly little boys. Lucius gave them another cold look, and they took their cue and ran back up the stairs to their room. Then, they opened a secret trapdoor in the corner of the room that was covered by a rug, and slid down the stone slide that was underneath. They emerged in the living room, through the wall that wasn't really a wall. They then casually strolled into the kitchen through the door opposite of the one they attempted to go through last time. Lucius was still standing there, talking in a hushed whisper to Narcissa. When he saw them, he left immediately, turning the corner that led down to his bedroom. 

Narcissa smiled warmly at them, and set two silver plates down on the table. They held a heaping pile of potatoes, toast with butter and jam, pancakes, and a bowl of berries. Harry and Draco sat down, and started pouring maple syrup on their pancakes. 

Narcissa left the room as well, saying something about "Getting a room ready for our guests this evening.". Harry and Draco looked at each other, then shrugged. It was probably just a Death Eater meeting. After they licked their plates clean, they headed back up to their bedroom and got ready. Harry went into his bathroom, and Draco went into his. Harry put on jeans and a t-shirt that said, 'Dragons Forever'. He walked out of his bathroom and saw that Draco still hadn't come out. 

"With the number of hair products he uses, I doubt he'll be out of there anytime soon." He muttered to himself. Then, their sister, Sylvia, poked her head into their room and asked Harry, 

"Is Draco done yet? He promised me that he would teach me how to fly." 

"Nah, and probably won't be out soon either." Harry said, "He's too busy drowning himself in the shower, and perfecting his hair.". Sylvia laughed, and ran over to Draco's bathroom door. 

She pressed her ear to it, and whispered, "I think he's done.". She grabbed the doorknob, and swung the door open. Thankfully, Draco had a towel wrapped around his waist, and was pouring globs of 'Fancy Flourish Hair Cream: A Gilderoy Lockhart Invention' into his hair. 

Steam poured out of the doorway, and Draco said, "Sylvia! How many times have I told you not to open my bathroom door?" 

Sylvia, being Sylvia, said, "A million times?". Draco grabbed the doorknob, and swung the door shut. They heard a 'click' as Draco locked the door. 

"Hmm," Harry said, "what do you want to do?" 30 minutes later, Harry was starting to regret saying that. Sylvia had dragged him off to her room to do his hair. 

When Draco opened the door after he was done doing his hair, he saw Harry, his messy black hair elaborately braided, with pink sparkles and hearts here and there. Draco could not help laughing. Harry turned red, and went to the bathroom to wash out his hair. When he emerged, his hair was as black and messy as ever, but without the pink sparkles. 

"Hey!" Sylvia exclaimed, "It took me hours to do that!" 

"More like thirty minutes." Harry muttered. 

"Draco, are you done with your hair?" Sylvia asked. "You promised you'd teach me how to fly on a broom." "He probably is, if he isn't afraid of getting his hair messy." Harry said. Draco turned toward Harry. "I can't, my hair would get messy. I'm sorry Sylvia. Draco said, horrified. "But you promised Draco." Sylvia whined. "How 'bout we do something else?" Draco suggested. "All right, my rag dolls need repairing, or I can make you two matching hair styles!" Sylvia declared. Harry shared a horrified look with Draco and said "Well, I've, um...got work to do, yes, got work to do. How about you and Draco do those, and I finish my um...work, yes work." Harry said 

" Oh, all right. I think Draco and I will have a lot of fun!" Sylvia said excitedly. Draco looked murderous, Harry shut the bedroom door, and muttered to himself "At least I managed to get out of that one. Hm...Draco never lets me use his broom, I could..." He trailed off, as he ran into their bedroom and took out Draco's broom.

 He looked at it in awe, and ran outside, careful not to bump into Lucius. He remembered how he'd seen Draco do it, before remembering that he'd read a book about quidditch, which had all the grips, positions, techniques, tips - pretty much everything else you needed to know about flying. He gripped the broom tightly, swinging one leg over it. He corrected his position, kicked off, and started soaring high, pressing a button which made the broom, and the flyer invisible while he swerved to the right. He looked down, a vast land with trees, birds, and several exotic animals was below him. He swooped downwards, now getting on a lower level before he pulled out of the dive. He landed smoothly on the ground. Looking at the door that led towards the house, to his horror Lucius came out of it. He kicked off the ground, noticing a man following Lucius. He zoomed around the house, looking for his and Draco's room. He landed, scared out of his wits on their balcony. He ran inside the room, and placed Draco's broom at its original place. He looked at the time, suddenly realizing he'd been flying for half an hour.

 Well, it sure was refreshing he thought, as he opened the door to Sylvia's room . Draco was there, his slick blond hair with a braid in it. Flowers, sparkles, and hearts were strewn across his hair. All sorts of ragged dolls were scattered around the bed, probably for repair. "Like it? You washed your hair when I was going to add the flowers." Harry burst out laughing. "Uh, Sylvia? Can I wash my hair now?" Draco asked. 

"No! Absolutely not! I spent ages trying to make it and you just destroy it!?! No, no, that is simply unacceptable!". Harry laughed, and walked out the door before Sylvia could grab him and give him another hairdo.