Harry Potter: Eclipse.-Chapter 68:

Sirius's eye lit up with glee. "That's great, Harry! I loved quidditch when I was at school; me and your father were on the team. I was a beater and your dad was a chaser. He was captain as well in our 6th year," Sirius said, excitedly taking Harry's hand and pulling him through the crowd and into the shop.

The shop was not that busy inside, however there was a familiar family standing by the counter. The door had opened with a bell, meaning that when Harry had observed the shop's occupants, he had met the eyes of Lucius Malfoy, who had looked up at the sound.

Harry remembered how Draco had bought the entire Slytherin team new brooms and wondered if the boy would do so again. The boy didn't really need to; he was a fantastic seeker, he didn't need to resort to bribery.

Sirius saw the Malfoys and frowned, probably conflicted by his lack of compulsions warring with his own memories and possible regrets.

Harry gave his hand a tight squeeze before he pulled free.

Lucius, with approached behind them.

Narcissa the pair,

on his arm, Draco trailing

"Harrison," the blond said to Harry, giving the boy a nod, before he turned to Sirius. "Might I offer my congratulations on claiming your title, Lord Black," he said, offering his hand. The gesture was not lost on either Harry or Sirius: Lucius was offering his friendship, or more likely, a political alliance. Harry wasn't sure if Sirius would take it; he knew Sirius had probably fought the man during the last war and he wouldn't hold it against him if he held onto his resentment.

Sirius sent Harry a look that said he would be explaining things later before he took Lucius hand and gave it one firm shake. "I welcome them, Lord Malfoy, but please call me Sirius. We are family, after all," he said, giving Narcissa a smile.

Narcissa was looking at her cousin with calculating eyes, taking in every detail. Eventually she smiled lightly and Harry saw her eyes soften. "Cousin Sirius," she greeted. Sirius stepped forward and pulled the aristocratic woman into a light hug, shocking Harry. He had never even heard his old Sirius mention the blonde woman's name in his last life.

"It's good to see you, Cissy," Sirius whispered. He had clearly decided to ignore his resentment at the former Death Eaters.

The woman smiled and pulled out of the hug, before she lightly swatted Sirius' arm. "None of that, you're making a scene," she lightly scolded.

Sirius just grinned and reached over to peck her cheek.

Narcissa smiled again before she turned to look at Harry. Her expression didn't change as she looked at the boy. She remembered reading Draco's letter and had spoken about him with Lucius after their meeting at the trial. She understood now what her husband had meant. This child felt... alive. He seemed to vibrate magic, but she felt no overwhelming power from him, and his eyes - they looked like they held all the knowledge in the world. They were both old and young, full of secrets and radiating life.

Holding out a hand, Narcissa smiled lightly when Harry bent and kissed the air.

"Lady Malfoy," Harry greeted.

"You may call me Narcissa, Heir Potter. After all, like my cousin has said, we are practically family," Narcissa told the small boy.

Harry smiled. "Then you must call me Harrison or Harry."

Narcissa turned to Sirius then and the two lost themselves talking about family and memories. Narcissa told Sirius of plans for having them over to Malfoy manor for dinner.

Draco was watching with interest Harry noted, so he turned to him with a smile. "Hello, Draco," he said, making sure his voice was friendly.

Draco smiled slightly. "Hello, Harry," Draco replied. "Are you getting a broom for school?" Harry asked.

"Yes. I'm trying to persuade father to buy the entire team new brooms. Have you seen the school ones? They're just terrible!" Draco said.

Harry smiled lightly. "They are, but still, it's best to have terrible brooms for the beginners. Imagine the muggleborns having to ride the latest Nimbus model the first time they got on a broom," Harry said.

Draco had stilled when Harry had said muggleborn, but smirked as he obviously pictured it. "It would be a disaster," he said with slight glee. "Or, heaven forgive, Neville. He's my best friend, but give him a broom and he is likely to cause permanent damage."

Draco laughed. "Or a potion," he added before suddenly looking unsure as he had insulted Harry's friend, though not maliciously.

Harry nodded. "True, but watch him in Herbology and you'll see how amazing he can be. He's also surprisingly adept at pranks, as Ron Weasley can attest to." Harry did want to try with Draco, but he wouldn't allow him to think Neville was a fool.

Draco's eyes widened. "Longbottom was the one to turned the weasel green?" he asked. It had been a running bet in the Slytherin common room.

Harry nodded. "He didn't take kindly to Ron's Gryffindor Light warrior speeches, which usually feature me and how I'm evil incarnate for being in Ravenclaw."

"I swear that entire family is mental. Their dad is currently having our manor raided hoping to find Dark artefacts, like we would keep them lying around," Draco scoffed then stilled when he realised what he had said.

Harry didn't hold any resentment towards Arthur Weasley. It wasn't his fault his wife and children were morally corrupt twats. However, the man was a true believer in Dumbledore and his Light regime - not in on his plans, but a supporter. Harry didn't doubt he targeted the Darker families purposely and with Dumbledore's support, honestly thinking he was doing the right thing.

"What do you expect? I bet they're all Gryffindors," Harry said.

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Draco smirked. "All the weasels are Gryffindors."

"To be fair, I do rather enjoy the twins. They have rather Slytherin cunning at times," Harry said, making Draco frown.

"They're menaces," he said, offended at the thought of Weasleys in Slytherin. Harry just smirked. "But I can see their potential."

Draco frowned when he saw the calculating look in Harry's eye. He had observed the raven haired boy this year. He had wanted to offer his hand in friendship, but had been unsure how to approach him. Harry Potter was nothing like he had expected him to be: he had grown up with the stories, hearing the rumours. Yet, the boy who turned up to Hogwarts was not the boy he had spent his life picturing, and he found he rather liked that.

Harry noticed Lucius was observing them and turned to include him in their discussion. "Did you ever play quidditch at school?" he asked. Lucius had observed the boy as he spoke and had to admit Harry was skilful in how he spoke and manipulated people. He didn't get the sense the boy was being malicious, he was just very calculating. "I did. I was a chaser during my school years."

Sirius jumped into the conversation then, almost relieved to be escaping Narcissa's talks of family and available women. "He was quite good, too. Couldn't beat us lions, though."

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