The Other Side of the Story~~~Book 3~~~

Really?

"Molly!! Molly!! Molly!!!!!

What Ron?

I found you!!

Nope, I am just a hallucination.

Really? Oh, man.

I am just kidding. What's wrong?

We need to talk.

About?

What me, Hermoine, and Harry heard in the Three Broomsticks.

What did you hear?

We will tell you tonight. But it.... its...

Crazy? Horrible?? Death threatening??

Yes, actually!!

Okay, well for now. Let's go to dinner."

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It was almost midnight when everyone finally filed out.

"Okay, what did you hear??

Sirius Black!!"

Hermoine and Ron started talking at the same time. Harry just stared at the fire. I felt bad for him even if I didn't know why. I got up and Hermoine and Ron started to quiet down as I approached Harry. I sat down next to him and hugged him. This was the first time we were close like this. He takes a minute to accept what was happening. Then he cuddled close. It reminded me of when I and Draco were this close... STOP thinking about that.

"Ron. What did all of you hear?

Sirius Black and your father were best friends. And Sirius Black was your parent's secret keeper. And he was the right-hand man of You-Know-Who. So he told him where you guys were and then Harry rode on a bike with Hagrid that was Black's and he tried to get Harry himself before that. And.... that's it.

Where did you hear all of this from?

We...

Overheard the Prime Minister and...

A bunch of the Hogwarts staff.

You guys would make a pretty good couple. You finish each other's sentences."

They both glared at each other and then Ron went into an embarrassed trance while Hermoine gave me a deafening stare.

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The holiday break came so fast. The day before everyone was going to go home. I was walking around Sunday afternoon and saw that Draco and his friends were 'talking' to some first years. They looked terrified. I wondered if any teachers were around. Draco was getting on his grove, so I decided to jump in.

"Hey, step-bro.

Really? That's my name now.

"Yes. Seeing as the whole school now knows who I am, I am becoming more popular by the minute!!" I said as I put my hands on the first year's shoulders.

"Wow, so impressive," he said sarcastically.

"Now if you will excuse us, Professor McGonagall needs to see everyone in the Common room right now.

Okay, Mrs. Bossy. But Mom wanted me to give you this."

He handed me a letter. In father's handwriting.

"Mom?

Yes."

I left with the first years and once we were a bit away I said," Go along. Don't tell anyone what you heard."

They whispered a faint thank you and left.

I opened the letter and read:

Molly Malfoy, 

You are instructed to come home tomorrow with Draco. We are expecting you and will drag you home if needed. Don't be an embarrassment. Remember, don't tell anyone who you are. 

                                                                                                                          Lucius Malfoy

I wanted to burn the letter. I wanted to tear it up. But I didn't. Instead, I walked straight to the Gryffindor Common Room and found Hermoine instructing the boys not to do anything stupid during the holidays. By the time I got there, I was already in tears. Ron noticed me first. Harry was pretending to fall asleep. Maybe he was...

"Molly, what's wrong?"

Harry sat straight up at the sound of my name. He looked at me. I looked at him. I couldn't speak. This year we were going to spend it together. Like we should have all those years ago.

Hermoine saw the letter clutched in my hand and carefully went around all the furniture to my hand and I let it go. She read it and I tried to read her face, but everything was blurry because of the tears. She slowly handed it to Ron and then Ron to Harry. Once Harry read it, he was shocked, angry, and devastated all at once.

"No. There has to be something we can do. 

Harry, you read the letter," I said. "There is nothing we can do. He can and will come straight to this room and take me with him. Then I will get tortured like Dobby.

Yes, Master Molly?" said a voice after a really loud clap. Dobby had appeared right in front of me.

"Dobby?

Molly Potter is not alright. If Dobby may ask, why are you crying?

The letter Harry" was all I said.

After Dobby had it, he looked up and down at the paper. 

We sat in silence for what seemed like days. Crookshanks at the time jumped on my lap and curled up into a ball. After a while, Hermoine spoke up.

"It is too late though.

Yes, we got that," said Harry in an angry tone.

"No. I mean you can't go home anymore, because Professor McGonagel already took the names of those who are going home.

Yes, but I have to send her home."

We all turned around and saw the professor.

"P-Professor McGonagel?

What do you mean?

You already toke the role!!"

She held up her hand for silence and everyone stopped talking.

"Harry. Molly. I am so sorry, but Molly, the Malfoys are your guardians. You have to go back. I got a letter from Lucius this morning.

But I can't go. I belong here.

Dobby will go," Dobby said all of a sudden.

"Dobby you can't. What if they found out?

Dobby can disappear in an instant."

While I was thinking this through, Harry spoke up.

"Won't they see you as you though?

Harry, I have known Dobby all my life. We have a connection like no other. Let's show them Dobby. It is all but very old magic."

I walked behind him and I changed into him and he into me.

Everyone stared in amazement.

"I am Molly," said Dobby.

"I am Dobby," said Molly.

"Then you're set. Molly let's go duplicate your clothes. Ah, change back, would you?"

We changed back and I went to help Hermoine. I stopped abruptly. "Wait, Dobby."

Yes, Master Molly.

Come back in one piece and would you mind checking on Snow? Make sure she is alright, please.

Anything, Master Molly!!"

We all stood in silence for a minute.

Then Professor McGonigal said, "Come on Dobby, we must talk to Professor Dumbledore."