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The one thing that separated the Lucius in the picture from the one that appeared in Ministry functions and could be seen strolling down Diagon Alley as if he owned the place, was that the artist had drawn his wings black, silken, and as magnificent as they had appeared when Harry had first seen them in the Great Hall.

Dobby disappeared, as if fleeing from a possible outburst from Draco at how the House Elf had broken whatever rule it was he said he had broken, leaving Harry and Draco in the room.

“Dobby…thought it might help.” Harry said at last. “I didn’t know he was going to do it.”

Draco nodded, his eyes never leaving the portrait.

Harry suddenly felt as if he wasn’t supposed to be there, as if there was some closure that Draco needed that he shouldn’t see.

“I’m going to go get some lunch,” he said.

“Fine.”

Harry knew by now that, coming from Draco, that was a dismissal.

The Great Hall was more crowded than usual on a Saturday, but Harry immediately located Hermione and Ron in the crowd of Gryffindor students. They offered him tentative smiles as he approached and sat down across from them.

“What’s going on?” Harry asked, indicating the bustle of students talking excitedly.

“The students that were out last night all came back a few hours after you did.” Ron explained in a hushed voice. “They were all sent to sleep in the infirmary and all of them except Blaise are up in Dumbledore’s office right now. They all face suspension but people are whispering about expulsion.”

“Blaise has three cracked ribs, a fractured knee, fractured jaw, and a severe concussion. One of the ribs punctured his lung as well, but he’s expected to make a full recovery.” Hermione continued.

“It’s supposed to be a secret so everyone knows,” Harry remarked, loading food onto his plate.

“So, are you going to tell us what happened?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, but not here. After I eat we’ll go talk.”

Harry ate quickly and the three Gryffindors left the Great Hall and headed down towards where Hagrid’s house was. No other students were milling about today; most of them seemed to be waiting for the verdict on the formerly missing students.

As they walked, Harry told his friends what had happened, starting with his idea to have Dobby connect a fireplace to Malfoy Manor and ending with Lucius Malfoy’s death.

“Bloody hell,” Ron said appreciably when he finished. There was a pause as no one said anything, then Ron frowned. “I wonder what will happen with the Manor now.”

“What do you mean?”