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Carefully Harry maneuvered them into a horizontal position and closed his own eyes, willing himself to sleep and not think about what the morning might bring.

Harry shifted from sleeping to waking instantly, realizing that Draco had shifted and was also awake.

All the blond said when he realized that Harry was awake was, “It’s afternoon already.”

Harry could easily believe it. He stretched and tried to be discrete as he watched Draco pick out what he was going to wear that day and disappear into the bathroom to change. The blonde’s emotions seemed to have shut down. He didn’t even scoff at the mirror when she commented, “You look absolutely dreadful dear,” a comment that would have produced a shouting match on a normal day.

Harry quickly changed out of his own clothing from the night before and into clean robes, wondering what in Merlin’s name he was going to do next. Luckily, Dobby made that decision for him.

The House Elf entered the room with a tray laden with foods that Harry knew were Draco’s favorite breakfast foods. This the House Elf placed on Harry’s made-and-hardly- slept-in bed before turning to Harry. Even the normally cheerful House Elf seemed to be in mourning.

“Dobby thought he might do something to help, Harry Potter Sir,” Dobby muttered. “Dobby knew Diddy would be doing that if she were still here, Harry Potter, so Dobby… Dobby broke more rules, Harry Potter Sir.”

Harry was confused but he followed the House Elf out of the bedroom when the Elf beckoned him to follow.

“This was in former Master’s study, Harry Potter,” Dobby said, pointing at the wall.

Harry’s jaw dropped.

A regal golden eyebrow rose in a disdainful manner that Harry was all too familiar with. The man in the portrait on the wall looked Harry over with an appraising eye and decided that he wasn’t worth talking to.

Harry looked over at Dobby with a question. “And Lucius Malfoy had this in his study?”

His eyes returned to the portrait as Dobby offered a tentative explanation. “Former Master was not liked by some relatives, Harry Potter, so he is thinking it was safer to put the portrait of himself where the other portraits could not be going.”

And indeed it was a portrait of Lucius Malfoy that Dobby had placed on their wall, all the way from Malfoy Manor itself if Harry understood correctly.

“But Dobby, why did you go back there?” Harry asked.

“The bad people are not staying there, Harry Potter. Now that you is back safe in Hogwarts, they is saying that the Manor will soon be crawling with Ministry people, Harry Potter Sir. Other House Elves is telling me this when I went there.”

It made sense. Kinda. Although Harry was struck with a small morbid curiosity of what had happened to Lucius Malfoy’s body. Then he decided he’d rather not know.

The door to the bedroom opened and Draco walked out, pausing when he saw Harry and his family’s former House Elf standing in the room. Then his eyes drifted to the wall that had been bare before and now held his father’s picture. He didn’t say anything for a moment or so, just looked at it.

Harry had to admit it was a good picture of Lucius Malfoy. He was dressed as he had always appeared in public, in the best black silk robes that money could buy. The background of the picture was in one of the libraries of Malfoy Manor, and one could see the fields behind the Manor through one large ceiling to floor window. The Lucius in the picture stood regally, looking out the window like a king would look out over his country. And, Harry thought, that was how the real Lucius Malfoy had looked at his life in general.