"Draco, come with me," Lucius said as he left the sickroom.
Draco stood nervously, expecting it to come, but certainly not wanting it. He followed his father down to the foyer. Whenever he normally did something wrong he went to his father's study. He was never hit or anything like that, but that room. Something about that room screamed power and wisdom. The study was passed down from each generation.
Lucius held the door open. "Let's go for a walk, Draco."
"You know, when I was younger elves could go wherever they wanted without fear of harm coming to them. But Draco, times have changed. If I asked you not to do something there is a reason for that."
Lucius walked on for a while. When he spoke suddenly, his voice startled Draco, "We are happy that you found Harry though. He was in a bad place for a very long time. He is going to need help from everyone to start learning what is and is not expected of him. He needs to learn how to be happy, and how to interact with people his own age without fear. He has been scared for a long time Draco, and he is going to stay in that pattern until we show him that there are others ways to live."
They stepped through a clearing.
Draco's breath caught in his throat. Ash and support beams were all that was left of the village. The crops had been burned to the ground. Even the bricking seemed crumbling and charred.
"But this is not just about Harry, Draco," Lucius said softly, "You deliberately put yourself in danger of getting hurt, even killed. Draco, the people who did this do not care about who you are. Ministry Tribesmen live to destroy. I do not want anything to happen to you, and while I want you to help people, I need you to understand that we make these rules to protect you. We cannot loose you."
Draco could not look his father in the eyes. Lucius gripped his elbow. "Come on son. It's time to go home."
A/N so it's been a while. I just figured that six months was long enough to raise the suspense/frustration. No, I just needed to write something. Sorry for the wait.