Crimson Ink

Shadows

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No one saw a shadow behind the chair move ...

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Draco yawned cutely as his mother shook him awake, "5 more minutes Mama." He mumbled sleepily.

"You sure, my little dragon? By then all those pancakes will get cold." Narcissa said sadly and had to surpass a giggle as her son immediately woke. Pancakes always did the trick.

Draco bounced happily as his mother helped dress him and eagerly ran out into the hall where he saw his father and a strange young man go into a room "mama who's with Daddy?" The curious six year old asked.

Narcissi smiled, "His name is Tom and he and your Daddy are visiting their soulmate."

The little blonde's eyes widened, "Can I meet Daddy's soulmate?"

"Of course, but it will have to wait until later." Narcissa said she followed her son making sure to hold his hand as they slowly went down the stairs.

The little blonde grinned as he saw Peter and ran over to hug him, "Uncle Peter!"

Peter recoiled with a look of mock fear, "Ah! A dragon attack! I know just what to do!" He scooped the little blonde into his arms and proceeded to tickle the 'dragon' into submission ... or into a giggling fit as the case may be. Narcissa laughed as her son wriggled in her lover's grasp. Finally, Peter stopped the tickling and set Draco in the chair next to him. "Now what would you like to eat, Draco?"

"Pancakes!" Draco smiled, but as his Uncle Peter piled some pancakes on his plates he noticed some other foods he hasn't seen before. "What's that?" He asked when his mother sat next to Peter.

"That is French toast ... your house elves have gone muggle, Lucius!" Peter called as he saw his Lucius come down the stairs with Tom and snickered at the look that crossed his friend's face.

Even though he and Tom went to give Harry breakfast neither of them actually stopped to see the food that was prepared. They just took some pancakes and scrambled eggs, which were simple and light for a tummy that was used to being starved, and left without looking at the rest of the food. Lucius finally glanced at the feast properly and was surprised to see some old recipes he hasn't had since he was a kid mixed in with some muggle dishes. His father used to have the house elves make special biscuits that were heavenly with jam and butter, but his mother banned them and all the sweet things she hated after his father died. Now a plate of those biscuits were sitting on the table ...

"Apparently the elves are trying some old recipes too so I'll ignore the muggle food. They probably did that for Harry." Lucius said as he happily grabbed some biscuits for himself and spread some butter on them.

Tom shrugged and put a couple pieces of French toast on his plate, "Muggles can be cruel, but they can make some good food. Besides, it's best not to waste food."

Draco swallowed his mouthful of his syrup covered pancake and sipped his milk before looking across the table at his father. "Is Harry your soulmate, Daddy? Why can't I meet him?" he asked with a pout.

"Yes Harry is my intended, Draco ... as in Harry Potter." The adults and teen all chuckled as Draco's eyes widened in awe. All children knew about Harry Potter. Draco wasn't obsessed like other kids, but it was still a shock. "Harry is also Tom's and your Uncle Severus's intended too, but ..." Lucius sighed. "Harry wasn't hidden away safely like so many people thought ... he was being held prisoner by some very mean people. They were very cruel to him and he needs some time to recover."

Being the kind child he was Draco looked worried, "They ... they hurt him ... Can I help Harry?"

Narcissa smiled at her son, "Harry needs some things of his own so why don't you come shopping with me?"