Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

Harry was glad that someone had distracted his brother and best friend from arguing, but he didn't like the feeling that was creeping over him. Not just cold, he thought, and shivered. There was something walking towards him, like the greatest danger he'd ever felt. Like being back in the room with the Mirror of Erised and Quirrell being possessed by Voldemort again.

"I don't know," he whispered. "I want to get out of here."

Darkness swept over them, and Harry realized then that he hadn't even noticed the train stopping and the lights going out. He stared wildly around, and then at the door of their compartment. It was rattling.

Somewhere in the distance, other students screamed. But even that wasn't as bad as the rattling door. And what would come through it.

Harry found himself backing up. He knew he should draw his wand and at least try to stand up in front of the threat, like a brave Gryffindor. But he couldn't. His breath was choking him, and his heartbeat was hurting him, and even Sirius Black sitting on his windowsill had never scared him this badly.

The door slid open. A creature that stood so tall its head must be brushing the ceiling melted in. It had long robes, or maybe long wings, and its hands reached out towards Harry.

His eyes crossed and darkness surged around him. He could hear a voice laughing, and another voice screaming, "Not Harry! Not Harry!"

He crumpled to the floor, aware of someone shouting and shaking him, and then a sudden blaze of silver light.

Harry breathed, and it was like he'd been trying to breathe poison air and could suddenly breathe the fresh stuff again. He heard Draco saying, "Henry? Henry!"

It was so like the voice in the dream, or the vision, or whatever it had been, that he shivered again. But the cold was really gone, and he slowly worked himself back to his knees, with Draco hovering over him like he was going to kick everyone else out of the compartment any second.

"Are you all right, Mr. Potter?"

Harry glanced up with a gasp. Mr. Lupin was standing next to him, bending down and staring at him in concern.

"That's not his name," Draco said in the coldest voice Harry had ever heard him use. "His name is Henry Malfoy, and I want you to get away from my brother." Now he had his wand drawn and pointing right at Lupin.

"My apologies," Lupin said, without looking away from Harry. His nostrils fluttered just a little. Harry didn't think he would have seen it if he didn't already know Lupin was a werewolf. "But I think Mr. Malfoy should be able to say for himself what he wants to be called."

Harry swallowed. "You know that I'm not really Harry Potter. I was kidnapped when I was a baby. It was all over the papers. Right?"

Lupin's eyes widened a little. "Of course it was," he said, stepping back. "But I still think everyone deserves the right to choose their own name." He reached into a robe pocket and brought out a heavy packet of chocolate, which he started breaking up. "And a little chocolate, too. It's medicinal when encountering Dementors."

"Why are Dementors on the train?" Hermione demanded, sounding horrified.

"Hunting for Sirius Black." Lupin's face closed a little when he said that name, but again, Harry thought, it wasn't something you would notice unless you were specifically looking for it. "When they come close, you relive your worst memories. Chocolate helps revive you." He held out a piece insistently to Harry.

Harry took the piece and nibbled on it, ignoring the way that Draco hissed into his ear not to eat it. He still didn't know for certain if Lupin had known about the kidnapping when Harry was a baby, but he didn't think the man meant him any harm.

And the chocolate did help. It was like liquid warmth slid down his throat, and the air became even fresher. Harry smiled at Lupin, who smiled back, and opened his mouth to say something else, but Ron interrupted.

"What did you do to drive off that Dementor, Mr. Lupin? That was wicked!"

Lupin smiled at Ron and turned his head a little, without really taking his eyes off Harry. "It's called the Patronus Charm. It summons a guardian that drives Dementors away. It takes a lot of skill and practice, but it's something that we should perhaps work on learning together this year."

"Why are you coming to the school exactly, sir?" Hermione asked.

"I'm the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor." Lupin smiled at her, too, and at last looked away from Harry, to his relief. "Fighting Dark creatures is part of what I do." Then he looked right back at Harry again. "And you never did tell me what you want to be called, Mr…?"

"Malfoy," Harry said. He'd made his decision. Maybe Lupin was someone he could trust, at least to try and get truth about Sirius Black and Peter Pettigrew out to the Ministry. But he couldn't trust him right now. And Sirius was still guilty of kidnapping Harry from his birth family, and Lupin might have known about it. "Henry Malfoy."

Lupin sighed a little and nodded. "Of course. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'd like to sit down again. Casting the Patronus Charm takes a lot out of someone." He almost collapsed back into the seat he'd been sleeping in before.

Or the full moon does, Harry thought. He still wasn't sure what to do with the knowledge that Lupin was a werewolf. Draco would probably have told him to blackmail Lupin with it, but Harry had some ethics Draco would never understand.

"Come on, Henry. We're leaving."

"Why?" Harry demanded, more because he didn't want to just let Draco drag him everywhere than because he really objected. "I feel fine."

"You don't look fine, mate," Ron said. Him supporting Draco was so strange that Harry just gaped at him. But Ron glared back. "You're pale and shaking and look like you might collapse any second. Go sit down somewhere warm and eat some chocolate. And remember that money doesn't make you a good person."

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