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Coercive Persuasion; Brainwashed	By : MightyGryffindor Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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All characters, and other related texts are the intellectual property of J.K Rowling, and her associates as the copyright holders. I have made no money from the publishing of this story.

Coercive Persuasion; Brainwashed

Chap. 1: Apprehended

“You do have the mental hygiene warrant on you, do you not”? An older wizard questioned from underneath a fraying gray robe, whose hood was pulled up, thus concealing them.

“Of course I do! What do you take me for, a bleeding imbecile”? Deadpanned a tall weedy-like man, whom sounded rather young in age.

“That’s him isn’t it, over there…? The older man grunted, and pointed at a figure walking down Diagon Alley along with two others.

“Yea, that’s him all right, and you need to wear your glasses more. If we don’t nab him quick, we’ll have our hands full, and have a bunch of questions to answer that we do not want to have to be doing so right now”. The young one remarked. “You confound his two friends, and I’ll nab him. Make sure to modify their memories, and I’ll see you back at the facility”.

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“Mione, will you wait up, what’s the bloody hurry”! Ronald Weasley complained, as he tried to catch up with his girlfriend, and his best friend, while on the way to the apothecary.

“Shush, Ronald, we have to hurry! It’s untelling who is lurking around here; it’s just not safe yet”! Hermione Granger hissed, getting aggravated at her boyfriend, as she quickly looked over the people who were wandering around Diagon Alley. The more she looked, the more nervous she got.

“Come on Mione, it’s in the middle of the damn day, and if there were anyone going to do anything, they wouldn’t do it with this big of a crowd out, now would they”? Harry Potter remarked to his friend. He thought it was useless to worry as much as she did, especially now that the war was over, and it was well on two months behind them.

Just as Harry started to complain again, he was saw several flashes of bright red light, heard a woman’s scream, and someone grabbing him around the waist, and apparating him away.

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Several hours later, when Harry began to wake, the first thing he found was that he had a terribly splitting headache. ‘Well’, he thought, ‘if I had a head like his, and it didn’t hurt, then I would be worried’.

When the young Potter heir tried to crack open his eyes, he noticed that he was in an unfamiliar room, and a large room at that, though everything was blurry at the moment.

“Back in the land of the living are we”? Someone said, and the voice sounded somewhat familiar to Harry. “Here, take this, it’s a pain potion for the headache. I had one to, when I came here, and you’ll need it too, like I did”.

Before Harry could do or say anything, someone had pushed a glass phial to his mouth, and forced him to swallow a potion. However, they weren’t lying about it being a pain potion, as the headache began to fade at once, plus it must have had a calming draught mixed with it, as he seemed to calm down, and not worry as much about his surroundings.

“Now then, here are you glasses”. The familiar voice said, with a slight snicker, as they helped him slide them on, “You always were half-blind, and how you could ever see a snitch is beyond me”.

After Harry’s vision came back to him, he noticed that he was lying in a very large, and nice, bed, in a very large bedchamber, inside, what he thought, was probably somebody’s huge manor. Next, his eyes lit on a person that was supposed to have been missing, along with his family, for almost a month and a half. This person, who had a white-blond hair, just happened to be one Draco Malfoy, and he looked better than he last saw him, or that is, when the ministry was rounding everyone up.

“What’s going on here, and where the hell am I”? Harry growled out, as he tried to sit up in the bed, but found out that he couldn’t. “What the hell”!

“Ah yes, I guess Abe must have stuck you to the bed with a sticking charm, you know, he didn’t want you to run off”. Malfoy explained. “He’s just outside, so let me go get him”.

Harry watched, with his jaw hanging open, as the young blond went to the door, and didn’t seem to be one bit upset, nor was he acting anything like the old Draco Malfoy he knew, and loved to hate. Yes, Harry thought, something was terribly wrong with this picture, and he needed to know what.

When the door opened again, Harry not only saw Malfoy stepping back into the room, now wearing a huge grin on his face, but also a smirking Aberforth Dumbledore was following him.

“Well, Mr. Potter, I imagine you have some questions about why you’re here”? Abe asked, as he quickly looked over the man lying in the bed.

“HELL YES I DO”! Harry roared. “Why the Hell am I here to start with, and why am I GLUED DOWN TO THIS FUCKIN’ BED”?

“Well, it’s really quite simple, you see. You’re here because of the way you just acted, and responded, toward me, to be quite frank about it”. Abe explained, and Harry’s jaw dropped again. “There has been several complaints from a few within the new Wizengamot lately, and let’s just say it’s about your rather volatile, and temperamental, tendencies. So, me, being who I am, agreed to help get your mind straightened out, and squared away, so you could be back on your feet to being a normal wizard again”.

“WHAT DID YOU…., WHAT”!

“Maybe he’s needs another calming draught Abe”? The young Malfoy heir quite elegantly espoused.

“No, what’s he’s in need of, is correcting the damage that my dear old brother did to him”. Abe explained with a slow shake of his head. He was just getting way to old for this, but somebody had to do it, and he felt guilty that his family was the cause of most of it.

“WHAT BLOODY DAMAGE”! Harry yelled, and tried to get loose from the bed.

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