The King and His Queen ~ Finished

When Doves Cry

Author's note:
I still don't own Harry Potter. Don't read if you don't like it. Sorry for grammar mistakes, I edit these stories myself. Titles are inspired by songs, this one is when doves cry by prince.
Letters/Diary
Parsletongue

Harry yawned and sat up, he jumped as the pop of a house elf sounded. Diffy.

"Hello, little master. Big master told me that he was needing to go. Mistress Malfoy is here, buts everyones else left. If you needs anything, call for Diffy."

"Ok, thanks. I think some toast and coffee sounds good right now, if it doesn't bother you."

"Little master it too polite! Diffy will be back in a moment." Harry stood up and looked at his paintings, they were both dry. He smiled and hung them on his wall. Diffy swiftly came back, she held a plate and a mug of coffee.

"Here you goes, Mistress Malfoy is telling yous to not get into any trouble. Is that all yous needed?"

"Yes, Diffy. Thank you." He dipped his head and the house elf popped away. Harry immediately drained the coffee, smiling as it refilled on its own. He ate the toast and got out all the paints, climbing onto the roof agin. What could he draw now? The boy sighed and looked around, he spotted a cluster of lilies in the garden. Harry made one float up to him. He examined it, then brought it to his nose, breathing in the sweet scent. He picked up a brush and started painting. The boy was going for a Georgia O'keefe kind of look. After an hour or two, Harry wanted to eat something, he was feeling a bit peckish.

"Diffy!"

"Yes?"

"If you're not too busy, I would appreciate a sandwich and pumpkin juice."

"Diffy wills get that for you!" The house elf nodded, bat-like ears flopping. It popped away. Harry grinned, he loved the behavior of house elves. He did a wandless tempus, already 1:30 pm. The boy realized that he had been waiting for too long. Unnaturally long for a house elf. He was instantly suspicious.

Harry pulled a dagger from the sheath on his calf and quietly crept through the hallways. You never could be too prepared, he thought. Harry stopped in front of a door. The boy could hear a man, he seemed to be in pain. Harry kept the blade out and slowly opened the door, he saw familiar face. It was Draco Malfoy, lying on the floor. There was a large gash on his neck, he was in a pool of his own blood.

"What the hell happened?" He sheathed the dagger and sat down,

"Potter?"

"Shh. Just stop talking." He got a box from his pocket and enlarged it.

"Potter. My father is in trouble. The dark lord is trying to find him, the Dumbledore captured him."

"Be quiet, you're making it worse." With shaky hands, Harry peeled back his bloodied collar and covered the cut with his hand. He whispered a strong healing spell and sighed in relief as it closed.

"I need you to take these potions, you lost way too much blood." He lifted up hid head and poured a potion down his throat, massaging the blonde's neck to help him swallow.

"What was that?" Harry bit his lip,

"A potion of my own invention. It's stronger than normal blood replenishing potions and is faster."

"I'll be fine, now be the hero you are and go save my father. Just hurry." He sat up and slowly got to his feet.

"Sit down. I'll get your Father, I promise." The raven haired male dipped his head and ran towards the floo, then paused and turned.