SECRET ( Drarry fanfiction)

Chapter 12

Harry muttered the incantations that would allow Narcissa to enter the property, then stalked up to the Dursley's house with Draco and an invisible Narcissa following him. He continued to mutter and curse under his breath, trying to figure out how he'd gotten himself into this situation.

Narcissa took the cloak off as soon as she was inside the house, which was unfortunate as Petunia stepped out of the kitchen to see who was entering.

"Harry?" Petunia questioned.

"This is Malfoy's mum," Harry said shortly. The situation was far too bizarre to even contemplate normal introductions. He snorted in bitter amusement as he watched the two women glaring distastefully at each other.

"You two have something in common," he said maliciously. "You both raised spoiled sons who took great pleasure in tormenting me my entire childhood. You should be congratulating each other on a job well done."

"Potter!" Draco hissed, as both women stared at him in shock.

Harry closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath, thinking he might have spent too long around Snape that afternoon. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"Your uncle will be home soon," Petunia said stiffly.

"Lovely," Harry muttered, turning and heading up the stairs. He entered his room and dropped down on his bed with the intention of leaving Draco to introduce Victoria to her grandmother.

It didn't quite work out that way as Draco and Narcissa froze just inside the room, Fawkes capturing their attention. Harry had to admit, Fawkes was an impressive bird, but he looked completely out of place in Harry's room. Winky quietly shut the door and brought Victoria to Harry before moving back to sit on her small cot in the corner.

Draco finally tore his gaze from Fawkes to stare at Harry. "Where the fucking hell did you get a phoenix?" he asked.

"He was Dumbledore's," Harry answered. "He seems to be mine now."

"There appears to be more to you than I realized," Narcissa said, looking at Harry in amazement.

Harry shrugged off her words, but she didn't seem willing to accept that.

"Mr. Potter, phoenixes will only bond to a very powerful wizard," Narcissa said.

Harry shrugged again. He was pretty sure Hermione had said something to that effect. He'd been told he was powerful before, but he wasn't sure how much that really meant. He was not quite seventeen yet and still had another year of schooling. It wasn't like he was real spectacular or something. Besides, it wasn't something he felt like talking to Narcissa Malfoy about.

"Don't you care, Potter?" Draco asked incredulously as Harry remained silent.

"Care about what?" Harry asked. "Fawkes is only with me because Dumbledore left him to me, or however that works. He's with me because I'm the icon of the Light," he said sarcastically. "It has very little to do with my abilities as a wizard."

Fawkes let out a trill that sounded like a reprimand, and Harry wondered how the phoenix managed that, or if he was just hearing things. "Sorry, Fawkes," he said anyway.

Draco let out a laugh that sounded a touch hysterical. He turned to his mum. "See what I mean?" he asked.

Narcissa nodded slowly. "He is not what I expected," she said.

"I don't know what you two are talking about, but I am right here," Harry said irritably.

"Having another bad day, Potter?" Draco asked, smirking at Harry in amusement.

"You could say that," Harry muttered.

"You know, your manners leave much to be desired," Draco said, pulling out the desk chair, the only chair in the room, for his mum.