Harry Potter: Reunion with the Enemy

The moment Draco walked into Tonks' ancestral home, he finally understood what the werewolf at the door meant when he said to Teddy, "If you don't go upstairs now, you'll soon have to rest under your godfather's bed."

The interior of the house looked like a seriously overloaded Knight Bus. Everywhere you looked, there were drowsy werewolves in various postures. They looked no different from normal wizards in appearance, but their clothes and demeanor could distinguish them from ordinary wizards.

Their clothes all had a gray, old smell after being washed too many times, and their hair and faces were dry and withered due to lack of nutrition. They looked like trapped animals or mice struggling in a mousetrap. Most of the werewolves had squinted their eyes and fell asleep, while a few were still discussing something with their companions.

Draco had some difficulty finding a place to stay among the gaps where the werewolves were lying. Fortunately, the house was noisy enough that no one seemed to notice someone sneaking in.

The wood of the stairs creaked as if it was old. Draco walked lightly up the last step and around a werewolf lying in the corner. He saw Harry at the other end of the room.

It was hard to call the place where Harry was lying a bed. To Draco, it looked more like a crystal coffin made of several pieces of wood and a window next to it. The werewolves were huddled together in the attic, and they had to step on something to get to Harry. Draco took a deep breath and walked towards Harry without any hesitation.

"Ouch! Don't touch me!" A werewolf who was hit by Draco's shoe pushed his companion hard. "Who touched you?" Another werewolf cursed softly, covered his head with clothes and continued to sleep. "Don't make any noise, if anyone keeps mumbling, I'll kick him downstairs." The third voice made the first two people shut up obediently.

The air in the room was very turbid, and it was as hot inside and outside. Draco felt the temperature of his fingers rising, and he finally crossed the messy room and came to Harry.

Harry was now closing his eyes tightly, breathing steadily. He was still wearing the same clothes he wore on the last day he was with Draco. There were a few drops of potion left in the empty potion bottle on the cabinet, and Draco recognized that it was a very common sleeping potion.

Draco reached out and touched Harry's cheek. He breathed a sigh of relief, and his originally uneasy mood had calmed down.

Harry didn't react, his sleeping face was the same as every other night, and it was obvious that his dear savior had no idea of ​​his situation.

Draco bit his lip subconsciously, thinking quickly in his mind, should he take Harry and rush out now? There are so many werewolves here, if he disappears out of thin air, it will definitely attract their attention. Draco hesitantly sent Lancelot a message with the address, but he did not think of a specific escape plan.

I just heard about the werewolves' attack in a few days. If I take Harry away now, will these people panic and start their counterattack in advance? If I don't act now, can Harry still be safe? All the people crowded here are werewolves. Even if they don't transform because of the full moon, the werewolf's attack will cause irreversible damage to the wizards.

Let's take him back to Malfoy Manor first.

Draco had made his decision in seconds.

Even if it was chaotic, Harry had to be released as soon as possible. He held Harry gently with his hands and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, he felt a burning pain in his fingers, and Draco was awakened from his thoughts. He was still under the Disillusionment Curse and couldn't see himself, but Draco knew that was where the family ring was.

It turned out that the temperature rise of his fingers was not an illusion, nor was it due to the temperature. Lucius had put a new silver family head ring on Draco after he returned home, and the ring was now emitting a scorching heat.

It was obvious that Lucius was angry because he hadn't come home yet so late. Draco's senses all rushed to the heat. He had already hugged Harry's waist and was ready to leave, but now the pain made it difficult for him to concentrate. Draco subconsciously glanced out the window. It was indeed too late, already late at night. This might be the first time since he was a child that he broke the promise he made to Lucius.

Draco tried to take off the patriarch ring, but failed. It was like a small throbbing heart, reminding, warning, and getting angry. Because his arms were weak, Harry fell back to the bed from his arms. Draco's head was already sweating, and he felt that his parents were looking for him everywhere.

"Hey, did the guy on the bed move a bit?" A whisper came from the other side of the room. "Impossible, Teddy is constantly giving him sleeping potions." An impatient voice who was woken up said. "I really saw him move a bit - add more potion, at least he should be able to hold on until we take action." The werewolf who spoke was covered in the mouth. "Ask the goblins to buy it, there is no money."

Draco's fingertips ached from trying to peel off the hot metal ring. The Malfoy family ring seemed to tremble slightly. Draco's teeth couldn't help but tremble, and he could feel Narcissa and Lucius getting closer and closer to him.

There were footsteps at the door of the room, and Teddy also walked into the room. He seemed to have long been accustomed to the werewolves lying all over the floor. Teddy was walking straight towards Harry, stepping over the piles of messy bodies.

"I say, could you please line up neatly - there's no place to walk," Teddy said with disgust.

Now Draco and Teddy were only one step away.

The brown-haired boy lowered his head and frowned, perhaps noticing that Harry's blanket had been messed up at some point. Teddy reached out and made the bed right again, checked Harry's breathing and heartbeat, and then sat down against the wall. He also closed his eyes. On the wall above Teddy's head was a row of Chocolate Frog pictures, with only two people in them - Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks.

The burning sensation of the ring was still growing, and Draco felt that his parents really wanted to teach him a lesson this time. If he took Harry back to Malfoy Manor now, he might not be accepted, not to mention the risk of being intercepted by these werewolves.

Should he wait for his parents to come in and start killing people? Should he deal with these werewolves like kidnapping goblins? The remaining sanity made Draco run downstairs.

He needed a better way... to get Harry out of here unscathed and unharmed. And to stop the goblins and werewolves' plot for next week without alerting them...