So, we have reached the last chapter, folks…and I have to say, I'm somewhat sad to see that this is the end. But, all good things must come to a close. With that said, I'll say this for the last time for this story…read it…like it…love it…and you know I love it when you review it! ^_^

Interminable Houseguests

Soon after the scuffle between Harry and Voldemort, another knock on the door sounded. Gods, please don't tell me he came back! I still don't think I can handle him!

With his heart hammering in his chest, he turned the doorknob, slowly pulling it open towards him. His throat gave an involuntary loud gulp and he somewhat wished he had a glass of Lucius' prune juice to quench his nervous thirst.

When the door was opened a crack, he peeked through to see who was on the other side. Then, with a huge sigh of relief, he threw it open to reveal a surprised and amused Dumbledore.

"Good heavens, Harry! You opened the door like you're trying to dodge the bill collectors or something!" Then the old man took in the broken doorway and the burn marks on the walls from the previous fight. Dumbledore gave his own heavy sigh.

"He came here didn't he? I was too late. Well, not exactly…you're still alive. I suppose the young Malfoy helped you?"

Harry shot him a look. "Malfoy? What does he have to do with this?"

Dumbledore smirked at him. "Remember the bond you two share? Through the grapevine, I've heard that for the most part, you two have learned to control your emotions enough to where it only affects yourself rather than the other. But if Voldemort came here with the intentions of killing you, shared emotions wouldn't have been enough to stop him. You had asked before the adoption about what would happen if one of you died…and I had said the other would die as well. That is reason enough for Malfoy to want to help save you. He would also be saving himself."

Again, as though materializing from nowhere, Draco appeared. "I believe you've got things twisted here, old man," he sneered in his customary way.

"The real story behind Voldemort and Potter here-- and don't even think of adding the Malfoy to that!—was that my mum had to step in to keep Voldemort from demolishing him!"

Dumbledore quirked an eyebrow at the blonde, then turned his eyes to Harry. "Is this so?"

"No!" Harry shouted. "See, what had happened was—" he began with the traditional phrase that comes before an excuse. Dumbledore didn't seem to be paying attention.

"Hm…so Narcissa prevented the attack from going through…Mrs. Malfoy!" the headmaster called out. A moment later, the woman appeared, wiping dirt smeared hands on a dishtowel.

"Did someone call me?" She asked in a voice a bit too chipper for the occasion.

"Yes, I did," Dumbledore said, stepping closer to her. "Draco here tells me that you saved Potter from the Dark Lord's attack this morning. Is that true?"

The woman gave him a bright smile that seemed out of place on her visage, considering that she was generally a high-strung person. "Well, I wouldn't call it saving Potter-Malfoy—" both boys gave a quick wince at the name—"As I would call it saving my house. This mansion has been in the Malfoy lineage as long as wizarding existence has been on this planet. It's just been magically updated every century or so."

Dumbledore nodded proudly to her. "And a fine mansion it is, if I may say so myself. And…er, where's Lucius?" he suddenly asked.

Everyone else looked at each other, then rolled their eyes. "He drank a glass of prune juice this morning with the belief that it would help quell his indigestion," Harry said. "But if I'm not mistaken, that only makes it worse."

"Why, no Harry!" Dumbledore laughed. "There's no better way to clean your body of impurities than a, er, "landslide" as I call it. And prune juice is just the way to do it! Just had me a couple of mug fulls this morning! Now if you'll excuse me, I think my landslide has come."

With an elegance that only Dumbledore could achieve, the headmaster swept off to a random part of the mansion, looking for a bathroom. Lucius was still occupying the one on the main floor.

Narcissa turned around to head back to whatever she had been doing when Draco stopped her. "Mother…there's dirt on your hands. Where did that come from?"

"Oh, this?" Narcissa gave a nervous chuckle. "It's nothing dear! Nothing to worry about!"

"Um…yes, it kinda is," Draco pressed, stepping closer to her. "Your hands are never sullied. Or at least not physically speaking."

Narcissa stepped away from him, narrowing her eyes. "Okay, so I was doing a bit of gardening. Is that a crime, hm? Not all Malfoy's only rely on others to do work for them. I happen to like getting my hands dirty every once in awhile."

As the mother-son argument continued, Harry wandered off to clear his mind…just like on the day of his adoption. As he was about to plop down under the very same tree as well, he noticed a large mound of freshly turned dirt there.

Curiosity killed the blast-ended skrewt, he thought to himself before kneeling down and scraping the mound with his hands. After a while of digging, the form of something took shape. A hand. A foot. A body…a face. Oh gods!!

"Mrs. Malfoy killed Edna!" Harry shrieked, covering his mouth with a shaking hand…looking very un-Harry Potterish.

A shadow fell across him and he looked up to see Narcissa looming over him. "Yes, I killed the damn elf, mock my cooking will she! And I would've gotten away with it if it hadn't been for you meddling kids!"

With a venomous glint in her eye, she pulled out her wand, raising it. "Now I'll finish off what the Dark Lord did not…then I shall be hailed by all for killing the so-called Great Harry Potter!"

"Nooooooo!" someone shouted. Both Narcissa and Harry turned around to see Dumbledore running from the house, pulling his pants back up as he went. "Don't do it, Narcissa! Do you really think that a minor character like yourself really stands a chance against a main character? "

"I don't give a damn about what character he or I is, he's about to be a dead one in a minute!" Narcissa snarled, raising her wand again.

"Such improper grammar, mother," Draco said as he walked up to the scene. "Really, you're talking like someone new to the English language. Because we all know that if you don't speak the Queen's English, then it's all the wrong English."

Narcissa didn't seem to hear him. "Avada Ked—" she began.

He didn't know what compelled him to do it, but Draco threw himself in front of Harry just as the sparks left the tip of his mothers' wand. With a hard push, he shoved the boy to where he fell down, the sparks going over his head. He himself also fell back from the force. The blast hit the tree, splitting the wood to make a lightning shaped scar on the bark.

Narcissa let loose a ferocious growl. "Damnit boy! What the hell is the meaning of this! You're acting like a Gryffindor! We Slytherins save our own asses, not others! You should've been all the way in London by now!"

Draco stood back up with his fists curling at his sides. The wind blew softly, making his hair wave in the breeze and he held a fierce look in his eye…a look almost as dramatic as Harry during his montage.

"Not all of us Slytherins have bitch-like tendencies. Some of us don't mind saving someone else. And besides, I've done figured it all out. You're only trying to kill Harry because you love him so much. Admit it."

Everyone stared at him in shock. Then Narcissa gave a wail and fell to her knees, covering her face with her hands.

"Alright, it's true! Harry was everything you weren't, Draco! He knew hard work and could earn a little more respect than the rest of us Malfoys! Though he has mixed blood, he has such a profound way of using his spells! And my gods, that scar! That scar that's so…so cool! And when you notice it, you also notice the emerald eyes! Why couldn't he have been my real son?!"

While Draco slouched his shoulders in disappointment, Harry muttered to himself, "Mrs. Malfoy is my biggest fangirl? Merlin's uncircumcised manhood! Ugh! To both of those statements…" Then he thought about it for a moment. Finally, a smirk lit his face and he started singing "Stacy's Mom" only he changed Stacy to Draco.

Dumbledore patted Mrs. Malfoy on the shoulder, whispering comforting words to her, then did the same to Draco. When both of them looked a bit happier, he addressed Harry.

"Well, now that you are of age, the spells that were keeping you from harm have worn off. It's now time for both you and the young Malfoy here to forge on your own. I've made a bit of a donation to your Gringotts account, Harry, so whenever you're ready to move on and find your own place to live, you should have ample money to do so. Well, until the start of the school term, farewell! Oh, and Narcissa? I'll be seeing you in court."

With that, the man Disapperated.

Draco turned to the brunette. "So, when will you be taking your leave?"

"Eh, I figured I'd stay here…oh, until the end of this school year. You're not throwing signs about wanting me to leave, are you?" Harry asked him, absent-mindedly kicking the dirt back over Edna's body.

"Well, I will be happy when those flamboyant scarlet's and gold's leave our house, but I suppose I'll just have to deal with them until…the end of the school year you say? Fine, since I know your presence makes mother so happy." He gave his trademark disdainful sniff, though was more careful in how he did it this time.

Harry grinned on the inside. This kid could act like they were rivals, but something had changed between them during his stay. Nothing too big, he hoped, but there was something there that he'd liken to friendship.

Yeah, sorry fangirls, it's nothing more than a friendship, he thought. Out loud he asked Draco, "Wanna go mess with the cows again?"

Draco gave him a true smile. "Oh, lets," he said mischievously.

As they were walking down to the meadow, a loud voice interrupted the Kodak moment.

"You know, I could really use that toilet paper and plunger right about now!!" Lucius screamed from wherever he was stuck at.

Harry and Draco quickened their paces to the pasture and Narcissa continued to re-bury her victim's body.

Chay, it's finally done! It was a bit of a drabble here…hell, the whole story was somewhat a drabble! But I'm thankful that you guys stuck through it all! Even after having to wait two months, I think, while my computer had that frickin' virus, you were here! Oh man, I think I need a facial towlette! (wtf? Towlette?!)

Anyways, I'll now be moving on to my afore mentioned project, my first Naruto story…haven't titled it yet and I'm still working on a true-blue plot rather than the runaround stories I seem to keep doing. And of course it's a comedy! So, if you know the show and if you like Gaara (my fav character!!), check it out sometime in early January…hopefully I'll start posting before his birthday on the 19th!

Okay, now that I'm done promoting, I'll be taking my leave! Till next time, hasta luego!

--The Lovely Lady A,

A.D. Williams (Amanda)