Harry groaned as he opened his eyes. The room was dark, but he could see the barest hint of sunlight peeking from behind the thick curtains. Feeling a warm presence next to him, he turned his head slightly, only to gaze into the face of the sleeping form of his little brother, who was attached to his body like a human octopus, with an arm and leg tightly holding him in place. He smiled faintly. Memories of the previous night flooded Harry's mind and he started analysing what he had discovered.
The house-elf, which Voldemort thought had been dragged under the Inferi-filled lake, was alive. That was how Regulus had known about it - the elf, Kreacher, had escaped and told his master about the locket. Regulus, realising what Voldemort really was for actually making a Horcrux, decided to steal the Horcrux himself and - what? How did Regulus die? Where was the locket?
He tried to get up but his head was pounding. Sighing softly, he closed his eyes and began to meditate. He snuggled closer to his brother, letting the rhythmic beating of Dylan's heart to help him concentrate on finding his centre. Within minutes, the cool magic of Occlumency began soothing Harry's mind as the thoughts which were in disarray soon became organised. An hour later, he was back to normal, his magic contained. A hint of a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips; the wonders of mind magic! It was probably the best branch of magic there was.
After untangling himself from his brother's arms, he pushed the blankets away and shook the boy awake, playfully ruffling his hair, eliciting a reaction.
"Fuck off, arsehole," Dylan groaned into his pillow, his eyes still shut. "I'm trying to sleep. Go drown yourself in a lava river."
Harry snickered to himself. One of the highlights of his day was trying to wake his brother up every morning, which always proved to be entertaining. Dylan hated being woken up and always cursed his brother every time he tried.
Walking to the bathroom attached to the room, he frowned when he saw the dust and dirt covered all over. Exhaling in irritation and wondering what the resident house-elf at the townhouse was doing, Harry spent the next five minutes cleaning, with invisible spells flying from the tip of his wand as he flicked and waved it in practised movements. Once the bathroom was spotless, he stood under the shower, letting the enchantments activate. Sure enough, the hot water began raining down on him within seconds and Harry placed his hands on the smooth granite wall, head lowered, letting the water reduce the pain in his muscles. Twenty minutes later, he walked out of the bathroom and rolled his eyes when he saw that Dylan was still asleep. And, it looked like the covers were not pooled at the foot of the bed like they were when he had woken up, but were once again covering the sleeping teen.
"Honestly, must I do this for the rest of my life?" Harry muttered to himself, rolling his eyes at the sight before him. "Dylan, wake up," he said loudly, yanking the blankets away and gently smacking the nude boy's bare buttocks.
Dylan made a sound of obvious annoyance. "Get lost, dickhead. Go bother Daphne and leave me alone," he whispered sleepily as he turned to rest on his back, legs spread lazily, a pillow covering his face. Within seconds, he was breathing deeply, having gone back to sleep.
Harry couldn't help but snort in amusement. He wasn't out of options yet. Clearing his throat, he announced loudly, "Dylan, I have a triple chocolate cheesecake and I'm about to finish the last piece!"
"You wouldn't!" the Lestrange scion cried loudly as he got up with a start, throwing the pillow across the room. He looked around and found that there was no cheesecake waiting for him. Instead, he found his annoying older brother standing before him, still naked and wet from the shower, arms crossed over his chest, smirking at him.
"Good morning," he said triumphantly.
"You are evil!" Dylan spat angrily as he got off the bed and headed towards the bathroom, muttering curses under his breath.
Chuckling in amusement, Harry cast a drying charm on himself while one of the Black house-elves popped in to place fresh clothes for him and his brother. He picked up the mirror which he had summoned and contacted Sirius. After assuring his godfather that he was fine, convincing Sirius to not leave his work behind to check on him, he made a mirror call to Daphne as well. Once both brothers were dressed, they walked down the stairs, with Harry stealing a quick glance at every room he could find to see if there were any clues as to where the locket was. He knew that Sirius had already searched this house, but seeing Kreacher last night made him think that he was missing something.
"Come on, let's get some breakfast," Dylan suggested. "All that drama last night has made me hungry."
"You mean with the members of the Order? Are you crazy?" asked Harry, his tone slightly incredulous. "After how I accused them last night, I doubt they would want anything to do with us."
"And you suddenly care because?"
Harry's lips twitched in amusement as he put an arm around his Dylan's shoulders. "I've trained you well, little brother."
"If there is no food, we can always go back home. By the way, are you searching for something?"
"Yes, the locket."
Dylan opened his mouth to say something but decided to wait for an explanation later. Tilting his head slightly, he remembered the mirror call he had last night. "You have to call Daphne after breakfast," he said softly. "She was really worried last night. The only thing that stopped her from coming here herself was the Fidelius Charm."
"I already did," said Harry as they entered the kitchen. The conversation in the room stopped as they sat down opposite to Fred and George. There were not too many people at this time as many had already left for work.
"How're the joke products coming along?" whispered Dylan.
Fred and George grinned. "Really good," said Fred. "We have invented something called Extendable Ears; it's really handy if there are standard silencing charms around because this can crack through them to spy on conversations. That's what we did for the initial meetings until Mum caught us. She was spitting mad that day."
"Cool!" exclaimed Dylan, impressed. "What have they been talking about?"
"Not really sure," said George with a shrug. "It was about patrol duty, recruitment, werewolves, Death Eater attacks and future attacks; it was kind of boring then, but the meetings now are heavily warded."
" Patrol duty?" asked Harry sharply. "Any idea what that is about?"
"No, not really. They're quite insistent on keeping it a secret. They don't reveal a thing to us."
"Hello, Harry dear," said Mrs Weasley, smiling at him as though the whole incident last night had not happened at all. "What would you two like for breakfast? Eggs? Kippers? Toast?"
"Whatever is left over is fine for us, Mrs Weasley," said Harry cordially. He was curiously watching her prepare food and so was Dylan. Pots and pans were flying everywhere, eggs broke themselves and vegetables chopped themselves too.
"Never seen anyone cook before?" asked Remus as he entered the kitchen.
"Not really. I've had house-elves prepare my food since I was seven years old," said Harry as the plate of food levitated itself in front of him. "I thought I had to cook for myself when I first arrived like how I did at the Dursleys; needless to say my elves barred me from the kitchens after that incident."
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