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~I Blame the Letter for It All~

-Chapter One-

An Urgent Matter

'One letter, one messily letter… WHY OH WHY couldn't I have just left it alone?'

Draco found himself glancing back and forth between the letter in his hands and the smallish bassinet at his feet.

'Oh why? What am I going to do?'

Draco really was in a tight spot. Though in all reality it was a place he was used to, but this time was completely different. He was truly in a predicament.

Draco quickly scanned through a list of names trying to decide who he could trust with this and who would actually help him… He immediately threw out the possibility of his parents, they weren't even an option. The second person to come to mind was his Godfather, but Draco was pretty sure the moment the man saw what was in the bassinet he'd be cursed to Atlantis. 'Especially when I reveal my stupidity.'

It was then an unlikely person entered his thoughts. 'No, I will not go to him. NO!'

'Come on Draco, you know he'd help, after all it's kind of what he does…'

'I said no! It is out of the question!'

'Alright then come up with a better idea.'

'I'm trying!'

'There isn't a better one is there? You know he'll help whether he wants to or not. So you might as well just go and get it over with!'

"Shut up!" His voice was low and practically a growl. The fact that he was saying this to his own inner voice did not escape him.

Looking back down at the bassinet Draco groaned 'Oh, he is going to kill me… and I may just let him.'

Draco was practically in a state of panic by the time in rang the bell at a house that looked much like every other in the neighbourhood.

"Who the hell is here at this time of night?" The voice was loud and Draco could hear it plainly from where he stood. He took a glance up at the sky only just realizing it was probably just into the morning hours of the day… possibly 1 or 2 in the morning. 'Oh well, too late now.'

The door retched open to reveal a large-sized man with a slightly purple face dressed almost haphazardly in a flannel robe. "Who the hell are you and what are you doing ringing my bell at such an ungodly hour?"

Draco mentally shrugged off the man's shouting and raised a single blond eyebrow. "If you don't mind, keep your voice down. I'm here to speak to Potter, it's rather urgent."

Draco was actually starting to wonder if he should be worried about the man's health as he started turning a light shade of blue. The door slammed in his face and he resisted the urge to reopen it and tell the man off.

Draco briefly registered a door slamming somewhere in the house, before the shouting started again. "WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT THOSE FREAKS AT MY HOUSE! HOW DARE THEY COME HERE AND WAKE ME AND MY FAMILY UP AT THE HOUR! DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS?" There was a slight pause in the shouting and then it returned. "YOU GO TELL THAT OTHER FREAK TO GET GONE. YOU HEAR ME BOY?"

Draco was slightly startled when the door opened barely a minute later. The tired, confused, curious and slightly cautious look on the boy-who-lived caught Draco slightly off guard, but it was more the black eye that made him draw in a shallow breath.

"Malfoy?" Potter's brow furrowed deeper in more confusion, "What are you doing here?"

The question brought back to reality his current situation. Taking a deep breath Draco mumbled in a barely audible voice "."

Harry blinked his eyes at the other "Malfoy I may speak parseltongue, and one or two other foreign languages but I don't speak mumble so can you try again in one of the languages I do know?"

Draco's glare was almost deadly. He grit is teeth and said in a clearer tone "As loath as I am to have to say it. I am in need of your help in a certain matter." Draco was slightly pleased with the shocked look on Potter's face.

Suddenly a shadow fell over the dark haired boy and there was a harsh tone that accompanied it. "BOY!"

Draco was a little worried by the blank look that his school enemy bore as he turned to face the larger man behind him. When he turned back Draco caught an unusual gleam in his eyes, before it was gone.

"Sir, may I present my Uncle, Vernon Dursley? Uncle Vernon, this is Draco Malfoy - heir to Lord Malfoy, one of the most prestigious men in Europe. I happened upon him once while in London." Draco's features did not betray his surprise or his suspicion of Potter.

Vernon took a moment to take in the neat attire, custom made clothing, his proper posture. Now that Vernon actually saw the young man he could practically smell the money coming off him. A smile immediately appeared on the man's face.

"Why, of course, won't you come in, Sir?" If Harry hadn't been prepared for this reaction his eyes just might have bulged out at the quick turnaround in his uncle's behaviour.

"Yes, thank you." The man nodded his head obligingly. "Potter, this really is an urgent matter that I must speak with you of, preferably alone." Vernon took the not too subtle hint.

"I will leave you to it then." Vernon gave a meaningful stare at his nephew before heading upstairs.

As soon as Vernon was out of earshot Potter let his shoulders sag just a bit. "Come on Malfoy, we can talk in the kitchen."

As soon as Draco reached the table he deposited the bassinet onto it. This time Harry's eyes did bulge "Malfoy who was the idiot that entrusted you with their kids?"

Inside the bassinet, snuggled deeply in blankets, two almost-newborns slept, completely oblivious to the world around them.

"I don't know." It was stated so matter-of-factually that Harry actually felt a bit surprised.

"How can you not know?" Draco didn't say a thing, just handed over the letter.

"Oh bugger!"

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Can any one care take a guess at what the letter says or is about?