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Chapter 6

Interview, contact and intruder

Fangsnarl pulled a rag and started cleaning the already spotless bar, glaring at everyone. "Not-Dumbledore and Not-Snape here want to talk to you," he growled at the House Elf, jerking a thumb at the two impostors. (He was actually pretty content to have wizards in the bar for a change, because witches and wizards paid in galleons, different than House Elves, and they were a lot easier to get to overpay than Goblins.) Not-Snape studied Dobby intently, while Not-Dumbledore looked surprised, then shuffled into a diplomatic expression.

"Hello, Dobby. I and my colleague are investigating a child's disappearance; Fangsnarl recommended we talk to you, so can I assume you work for the family hiding him?", he asked politely. Fangsnarl glared at him. Of course he could assume, did he take him for a liar? Not-Snape kept on looking at Dobby like he was the only thing in the world.

"What does Not-Albus-Dumbledore and Not-Severus-Snape sirs want with the Great Harry Potter sir?", the little House Elf asked, crossing arms.

Oh, yes, this 'investigation' was going to be amusing. The bartender smirked and poured Dobby his usual. Noticing the two wizards didn't seem to bother with privacy wards, the Goblin snarled and ran his hands across a few runes that activated magic built into the place, making the bar area seem dull and unnoticeable. Oh, at least their faces when they looked at their final tab were going to be amusing. Fangsnarl wondered if he should get a little extra by fining for drinks that were poured but not drunk.

"We want to rescue him, of course," Not-Dumbledore answered promptly. "could you help?"

Dobby crossed arms. "Whos are you really, sirs?", he asked.

Not-Dumbledore moved uncomfortably. "We're not supposed to say…"

Not-Snape interrupted him. "I'm Sherlock Holmes, and this is my colleague John Watson. I'm a consultant detective and undertook this investigation in the name of actual Dumbledore."

Fangsnarl squinted, Sherlock Holmes' name was known around Goblin circles as a Muggle pickpocket's. He was going to add a few galleons to the tab as 'collateral security measures'. Dobby considered the man's words. "You do not wish to harm the Great Harry Potter sir," he concluded.

"You will help, then?" John Watson in Albus Dumbledore's skin asked.

"Dobby will not let Harry Potter be harmed, sirs," the House Elf declared.

"Alright, who do you work for, then?", Watson asked.

"Dobby can't say," Dobby answered, "but Dobby will make sure Dobby's masters don't hurt Harry Potter even if he has to burn his hands in the oven for that."

"It's the Malfoys," Sherlock Holmes decided. The Goblin squinted. Muggles weren't supposed to be capable of Legilimency.

Dobby let out a chocked high pitched noise and started beating his head against Fangsnarl's beautiful bar, screaming 'no, Dobby bad,' and assorted self-punishing House Elves mumblings. Fangsnarl growled, glaring at the two Muggles for having allowed this to happen.

"What's he doing?! Dobby, stop!", Watson exclaimed, manhandling the House Elf until he stopped.

"I'll take that as a confirmation," Holmes said drily.

"Dobby shouldn't betray his Family," the House Elf wailed, trying to struggle out from Watson's grip. It was an interesting scene with him in the body of the old Hogwarts headmaster.

"You didn't, you see, Sherlock deducted it. There was nothing you could have done to stop him from realizing who it was you worked for, that's just how he is, right, Sherlock?", Watson explained, trying to keep a level voice, but failing as he struggled against Dobby.

"This one was actually a guess," Holmes said, "I know he's working to a family that treats their Elves rather poorly, obviously, look at that uniform. It's also the reason he worships young Harry, as he represents the faction which defends magical creature rights in politics; that before Apparating here he was working at a kitchen, because of the pastry smell and the fact when he mentioned a punishment he said an oven, likely something that was on his line of view recently, that there are children in the mansion," he pointed at the brightly colored bandages the elf had on one arm, "and that he works in a countryside manor, one that has horses, because of the faint traces of hay on that piece of rag he uses, but I'm not well-informed enough about the Pureblood families' living conditions for that to make a difference, and at least the Notts and Greengrasses also have children. So, really, he was the one who confirmed it with by having a fit," the Muggle finished, seeming disappointed with what he had gleaned from a few minutes' looking worth.

Dobby wrenched himself away from Watson, having another fit and banging his head against Fangsnarl's bar again. The Dumbledore look-alike threw Holmes a look that clearly conveyed 'you are not helping'. Fangsnarl was impressed by the man's logical thinking, but he did not appreciate the head-banging one bit. He was going to add property damage to the bill.

Harry was starting to get a little annoyed. He didn't know if it was with Gobstones or with Draco, but the fact was that every time he won a game, the blonde remembered a new rule he had forgotten that made Harry's move illegal. The game had stopped making sense in his head a long time ago, and he was getting more and more frustrated and irritable, principally when Draco made fun of him when he lost.

He didn't want to jeopardize their friendship, because it was really the first friend he had ever made, but he also didn't like playing like that. Harry didn't know what he should do, Dudley never accepted when his friends didn't want to play with the crazy rules he came up so he would always win their games and they always had rows. The idea of having a row with Draco really made a lot of sense in the small part of his mind that kept saying 'I warned you he's a prat', but there should be something else he could do, besides letting the other run him around. Draco finished another game, pulling almost all the stones towards him, leaving Harry with only three.

"Wow, you sure you can face me with those, Harry?", Draco taunted, smirking, "Or I suppose I could be nice and let you have half the pieces again, to start fair?"

Harry decided to try to take a leaf out of Death's book. He kept staring at Draco in silence, trying to make his face as blank as possible, and crossed arms. He couldn't make the silence sound disappointed, but he thought he was making a pretty good impression.

"What?" Draco asked, "what are you looking at? You want more pieces or not?"

Harry remained silent.

Draco squinted. "I didn't cheat, if that's what you're trying to say."

Harry didn't say anything.

Draco huffed and also crossed arms, glaring back.

They sat there in silence, Harry looking blankly and Draco glaring, then after a while pouting, for some minutes. Harry was starting to think this wasn't going to work and that he really wanted to scratch at a spot on his neck, but kept unmoving as long as he managed.

Finally Draco looked away. "Alright, alright. I won't do it again. It's not as much fun as winning fairly, anyways," he pouted.

Harry grinned.

Sebastian Morran waited at the dark, emptying bar, nursing the same first shot of whiskey he had asked for hours ago and not even pretending to take a sip anymore, waiting for the contact to show up.

It had been a field day to get even get to arrange a meeting with a vampire; the whole of the wizarding Albania seemed to be terrified of them; even the dirtiest criminals, and he had given up completely, and just went to get a book on specters and ghosts and possibly means to contain them, when a man bumped into him on the street and left a piece of paper in his pocket telling him to come to this place, the next day, at midnight.

It was vaguely similar to the time he had first searched for a contract with the Consulting Criminal, so of course he came armed. His instincts were screaming warnings at him, so of course he came with hidden weapons besides the ones he allowed to be seen. A second sniper on the team to hide at the building across the street wouldn't have been unwelcome at a time like this, but Moriarty had sent him alone and he had stupidly decided to complete the mission alone instead of procuring a team when he got to Albania.

He felt extremely silly packing wooden stakes and holy water as well as his trusty rifle, smaller guns and ammo, but he expected that at least one of those would work against a vampire in case needed. If they didn't there were the hand grenades, but he had only managed to procure three of them in such a short notice.

It was already two in the morning, and the contact hadn't arrived. He expected there was a chance he had failed some test and the contact wasn't going to show up, but he was going to give it a couple more hours just for the sake of making sure.

Instinct made him duck, just as a man who had certainly not been behind him one second ago tried to grab his head. He pulled a gun and shot, but he missed.

Sebastian never missed.

The man had dodged. The bullet.

He moved too fast to be human. Sebastian had found his vampire.

He shot again, pulling a knife out and defending himself when the man tried to grab him again- but he wasn't quick or strong enough- He saw the other man's mouth approaching and threw the Holy Water.

He saw a smoke and heard a screech, but his head was hit against the table before he could celebrate the fact it had worked.

The sun was setting over the far hills. Harry thought it made a really beautiful view from the large windows they had at Draco's house.

"It's so late," Draco said with surprise. "That's why I'm so hungry! Why didn't the stupid servants bring food yet?", he complained.

Harry startled. "I didn't know I was supposed to."

Draco didn't seem to listen. "Dobby!", he yelled, and nothing happened. "Dobby!", he yelled again.

The tiny huge eyed creature from before appeared with a pop, except… There was a man in black robes attached to him?

John had managed to calm Dobby down, but wasn't making much headway in trying to get him to agree to help them rescue Harry. He had agreed he wasn't going to let anything happen to the young wizard, but helping them any way at all, even informing them where the general location of Malfoy Manor was seemed to be against the rules, and every time he thought he was getting close to convincing the Elf, the creature went into another self-punishment fit. Sherlock wasn't being helpful at all and seemed to have in fact gone away into his mental palace.

"Dobby is called!", the House Elf exclaimed suddenly, and snapped his fingers.

Sherlock quickly lunged at the elf just as he disappeared, and vanished as well.

John sat there staring at the spot where they had vanished.

"So," the bartender asked, looking at him with a sour expression, "you want to close the tab?"

John clenched his teeth. Of course he was left behind to do the paying again.

"Uncle Sev!", Draco exclaimed happily, "you didn't say you were coming!"

The man picked himself up from the ground, wincing. He had a huge nose and was really tall. "Er… Yes," he said, looking around with sharp eyes, then up and down Harry and Draco, "I came."

Dobby was making angry noises and trying to push the man away and behind a pillar, but he wasn't budging.

Draco noticed that. "Dobby! Stop that right now! Leave Uncle Sev alone! I want you to bring us food!", he commanded imperiously and also stomped his foot.

The creature stopped, made a nervous sound, looked from 'Uncle Sev' to Draco and then to Harry, and finally bowed, with a wimper. "As Master Draco says," he said, popping away.

"Honestly," Draco sneered, crossing arms, "this House Elf is crazy." Then he seemed to remember Harry, and 'Uncle Sev". He grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him towards the man. Harry felt uncomfortable, like he was being displayed, and didn't look at the man. "Uncle Sev, this is my Harry. He is my secret playmate! Harry, this is Uncle Sev, he makes wicked potions," he paused, "Oh no. Uncle Sev, you must promise not to tell anybody about Harry. You see, he's a secret."

The man seemed uncertain what to say, then settled on "I see." He looked at the fireplace a few steps from him and grimaced.

Harry assessed the man. He had appeared from nowhere, and was an adult, so he didn't feel inclined to trust him. But Draco seemed to like him. Looking at the man's face, he recognized him, the way he had recognized Draco before, and knew the man's name wasn't 'Uncle Sev', but instead 'Snape'. He also felt a strong feeling of revolt towards the man, just like he had felt with Draco, or possibly worse. Harry frowned.

"We've met before?" Snape asked, frowning a bit as well. Harry realized he must have been glaring.

"We didn't," Harry shook his head, then straightened and tried to be polite. "Sorry. Hi. Uhm… Sir", he added when the man kept frowning.

"Did you bring gifts, Uncle Sev?", Draco questioned.

Snape stared at Draco for a while, then smiled. "Of course," he declared, pulling something small from his pocket and handing it to him. Harry leaned over to look. There was a small spray bottle in Draco's palm, with an off-white yellowish liquid in it.

"It's a potion?", Draco asked, "what does it do?"

"It's called Luminol," Snape answered, "actually; it's Luminol in a hydrogen peroxide solution. If you spray it over an area where there was blood, even if it was washed, it will glow blue. It also glows blue in contact with a few other chemical elements, but it's supposed to be used finding blood."

The two children stared at the bottle. "Wicked!", Harry exclaimed.

Draco promptly sprayed it on the ground.

They gasped when a few drop-shaped blue shapes appeared, and then vanished a few seconds later. Snape's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't say anything.

"This is so cool!", Draco exclaimed, "Uncle Sev, you're the best!", and hugged the man, who patted the blonde's head awkwardly.

At that point, food popped into existence on a nearby coffee table. Harry gasped; there were pastries, and sandwiches, a tray of tea, milk, corn bread, and a jar of really orange-tinted juice.

"Finally!", Draco exclaimed, and grabbed one of the pastries, shoving the Luminol in the solution thing into his pocket and taking a large bite. Harry looked longingly at the food. He was pretty hungry too. At least this was enough food he was pretty certain there was going to be left overs for him.

"The food is for you too, Harry," Snape told him, pushing Harry lightly towards the table.

Harry looked back at the man, who just gestured towards the food table. He looked at Draco, who had a mouthful of pastry and just nodded, making a distracted humming sound. Harry squinted at them. So this was that game of offering him food and then slapping his hand away? But as the adult started looking impatient and the other boy just went for another bite of his pastry, Harry cautiously picked a piece of corn bread. When nothing happened, he took it to his mouth, still watching the other two attentively. Finally, he decided nothing bad was going to happen if he ate, and relaxed, giving into his hunger. After a moment's consideration, he decided to slip a few pastries into his pockets, just to be on the sure side in case this giving-Harry-food habit wasn't going to stick around.

"You came to see dad?", Draco asked Snape, once he was finished with the pastry, eyeing the sandwiches. He selected one.

Snape nodded, not moving to get food for himself. Rather, he pulled something out of his pocket that was square and glowed, and Harry vaguely recognized as a cell phone. He looked at the Harry, and then at the fireplace. Harry wasn't sure what to make of the man's actions, but they were certainly strange.

Draco hummed. "He'll be here in a while, I think, since it's already night. Mom is probably coming too, she went to Diagon," he explained.

Snape nodded, still looking at Harry for some reason, and then something incredible happened: his hair started to grow shorter! And also his nose! Harry gasped, as the man changed, becoming someone else right in front of them!

Draco startled. "What's going on!", he exclaimed, seeming frightened and taking a few steps back.

Harry frowned, standing up, he didn't know what was going on, or who was this unknown man pretending to be Snape, but he immediately decided that if he was here to attack anyone, he was going to face him! "Who are you?", he asked.

"Mom! Dad!", Draco exclaimed, backing away until he hit a wall.

There was a great roar as the fireplace's flames erupted green and two people stepped out from it! They were a blond man and a blond woman who had a part of her hair black.

"Draco? What's it, baby?", the woman asked, stepping out from the fire, then gasping as she noticed the unknown man in the room. The blond man, probably Draco's dad, pulled a smaller stick out of his walking stick.

The man dove towards Harry, and something glowing flew from Draco's dad's stick and made a vase that was behind him explode. Harry struggled as the man grabbed him, gritting his teeth, and then yelled as some other glowing thing from Draco's dad's stick hit him in the arm, and a large cut appeared there, bleeding a lot.

"Honey, stop!", Draco's mom yelled, "you'll kill the child!"

Draco's dad didn't look like he was going to stop, but it was too late, the man knocked a vase full off powder into the fire and it exploded green again, then jumped into it with Harry, yelling "Diagon Alley"!

Harry only had time to notice that the fire wasn't burning and that another glowing thing was coming their direction from Draco's dad's stick before everything started spinning and Draco's house disappeared.

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