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I was right, Harry thought. It was Malfoy that was coming to Hogwarts.

Lucius walked quickly to where the teachers were now gathered around something on the floor that Harry couldn’t see. Madam Pomfrey rose from where she had been kneeling on the floor and spoke.

“He seems for all purposes to be asleep, Mr. Malfoy.”

“Of course he is. His body needs time to adjust.” Lucius turned to Dumbledore. “When did it start?”

“Dinner.”

The elder Malfoy nodded and bent down. When he straightened, Harry caught sight of what, or more accurately who, had been on the floor. Draco. Harry felt a twinge of…what exactly? Jealousy? At seeing the care etched on Draco’s father’s face. No…sympathy? Couldn’t be. Just something. For Malfoy? There was something wrong here. Harry shook it off. He couldn’t have felt a twinge of anything for Malfoy. Just couldn’t. The world didn’t work that way.

Harry was brought out of his reverie by Lucius speaking. “Where is Draco’s room?”

Harry blinked. Draco had his own dorm? He scowled. Money really spoke too much these days.

“Mr. Malfoy, I think it would be wiser to put him in the Hospital Wing-” Madam Pomfrey started.

“Are you stating that I cannot look after my own son?” Lucius cut her off, hissing slightly.

Snape winced, and Harry agreed with him. He had only seen Lucius this furious once… and at that time he was soooo thankful that Dobby was in-between him and the elder Malfoy. Come to think of it…Harry hadn’t even seen Lucius that angry at the Department of Mysteries…maybe the elder Malfoy wasn’t as loyal to Voldemort as he thought.

“It’s school policy—”

“Have you ever treated a Veriae, Madam Pomfrey? I guarantee you haven’t,” Lucius snarled.

“Draco is a wizard, Mr. Malfoy, not a Veriae.”

Again Snape winced, but this time so did Dumbledore. Lucius smirked.

“You think I don’t know what my son is?” A slight ripping sound was heard as huge black wings erupted from Lucius’s back. They reached up towards the ceiling of the Great Hall, taller in fact than two full grown men. The light of the Great Hall shone off them, as if they were coated in metal. They even looked sharp, nothing like the wings in Harry’s dream.

Snape whispered something in Poppy’s ear that Harry didn’t hear, but the nurse backed down.

“I’ll show you where it is,” she muttered in Lucius’s direction.

The elder Malfoy nodded. His wings twitched and then receded back into the skin of his back, almost as if the feathers were folding in on themselves and dissolving.

Snape and Lucius left the Hall, the elder Malfoy still carrying a sleeping Draco. Dumbledore turned to the rest of the teachers present. “We need to have a staff meeting.”