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Draco's Time	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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An: alright, this will likely be the last chapter until next Tuesday. I have family coming in and they'll be keeping me busy. So, more plot, more deviousness.
Chapter 9 Black Responses or crashing planets
Two days later Draco got a response from Black from prison.
To whoever,
Thanks. I don’t know who you are but I appreciate what you’ve given me.
I’d like to know why you’re helping me. And how you knew about our password.
Are you part of a rebellion? I am unsure how I could be of help to you if you are, I am stuck in Azkaban. But anyway thanks.
Black
Draco felt rather annoyed. Black should just appreciate the gift, but no, he had to ask annoying questions Draco hadn’t thought up the answers to yet.
While he was pondering a reply Harry snatched the letter from his hand. He ran away giggling and reading it and when he stopped abruptly Draco knew he was in deep trouble.
Harry turned to him and wordlessly handed it back, staring at him with some nameless emotion churning in his expressive glasses free eyes.
Draco sighed and took the letter. He led the boy to his room in Ravenclaw and cast higher protection on the walls.
While he was doing that Draco tried to figure out his answers to the questions Harry was sure to ask. He sat down on the bed next to Harry and waited.
“Sirius Black?” Harry asked.
Draco nodded.
“The man who killed my parents?” Draco gulped and shook his head no.
“He didn’t do it.” Harry nodded and there was a pregnant pause.
“How do you know?”
“My father.” Draco said finally. Harry would never question his father to find out differently.
Harry gestured for him to continue.
“I read about his arrest when I was reading about you. And asked father. He said that Black was never a servant of the Dark Lord. That he didn’t know what happened that night, but knew without a doubt that Black wasn’t responsible.”
Harry nodded but didn’t say anything, so Draco continued with his lie, unsure if he was digging himself out or deeper.
“I found out that he’d not ever had a trial.”
Harry looked at him, searching him for answers and Draco waited.
“You said that they could have lost the proof.” Draco nodded and watched his own hands.
“Yes, I wanted you to figure it out.” Harry grunted. Draco knew how much Harry hated it when people kept information from him. Again Harry gestured for him to continue and Draco mentally cursed, he’d hoped that would have turned the conversation.
“Then I found out he was your godfather.”
Harry gasped and stood up to pace. Draco watched, silent until Harry waved his hand at him.
Draco sighed and continued. “I realized that he would have had custody of you after your parents died and knew that your family doesn’t treat you well.” Harry paused his pacing to look at him but then growled and paced again.
“I decided that there was information I didn’t have and that if he was innocent then when he got out he’d have custody of you.”
“What did you send him?” Harry asked.
“It was a trunk like yours with a stalked kitchen, bed, and bathroom. Its spell magic proof, no magic can get in or out so he’s protected from Dementors.” Harry blinked repeatedly.
“Dementors?”
“Yea, they are the guards of the prison and they suck the happiness from you. Their presence has driven my aunt mad and I figured if he’s not crazy already then this would help keep him sane for you.”
Harry growled at him. “You keep saying you did this for me.” Draco nodded, it was the truth.
“Why?”
“As I said..” Harry interrupted.
“Yea you said he would have custody of me, but he’s a criminal.”
Draco shook his head. “I have information that put that into doubt.” Harry held out his hand as though Draco could put the information there.
“He didn’t have a trial and my father said he wasn’t responsible, and now Peter Pettigrew who he was supposed to have killed is not dead.” Harry shook his head.
“According to your spell anyway.” Draco swallowed in pain. Harry’d never cast doubt on his abilities before.
“I’m sorry Draco.” Harry said and then sat down next to him. “I just don’t understand. I find out that the man who supposedly killed my parents never got a trial, and there is a name that pops up to cast doubt and now this. I just..”
Draco smiled at his friend.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. But I didn’t have any proof and I didn’t want to make things harder for you or give you hope for getting away from your relatives and then that not happen.”
Harry smiled back.
“Yea, so what are you going to say and what did he mean about our password?”
Draco shrugged. “In my first letter I said, ‘if you solemnly swear, you will appreciate this box.’ I’m not really sure what he means.” Harry made a face.
“What did you mean?”
“Just that if he said, “I solemnly swear’ that was the password and it would open the box.” Draco decided that half truths were good. He could play this off. Black may call him on it but it would give Draco time to come up with a better excuse if one was needed.
“Oh.”
Harry watched while Draco wrote a response and Draco couldn’t figure out a way to make the boy leave.
Mr. Black,
I think it unwise
to tell you my name.
I sent you the package because
I have confusing evidence of your innocence.
I am unsure of your reference to a rebellion. There is no need of one.
I am in contact with someone who desperately needs his godfather. I hope to prove your innocents soon.
An unexpected Friend
Draco and Harry pondered on Blacks reference to a rebellion until long after curfew. Harry snuck back to his dorm under his cloak.
Draco was able to put Harry off a whole day before the boy hero forced him down to the dungeons to talk to his uncle. Harry was adamant that they find out what happened to the rat.
Unfortunately, as Draco suspected, since they had no claim on either the rat or information pertaining to Pettigrew, Severus scowled them out the door in two minutes flat.
Harry’s expression forced Draco to come up with a plan. He clutched Harry’s had for a moment to let the boy know not to interrupt him while he was thinking and then after a moment took off to the Ravenclaw tower.
He called in a favor from Boot, the more clever of the bunch, and had the boy taunt The Weasel at Lunch. It actually went better then his plan needed. Weasel was so easy.
“Hey Weasley. What happened to your rat?” Boot said while sauntering over to the Gryffindor table when none of the Professors were paying attention. The whole Great Hall hushed. Everyone wanted to know.
“What do you mean Boot? Malfoy stole him.” Draco watched fascinated as the Weasel’s face began to turn red.
“Yea but then the teachers took him. What happened then? Did they give it back?”
Weasel grumbled something Draco couldn’t hear but Boot took care of it.
“Wouldn’t give it back? Well it’s your rat. If it was my rat they took I’d be throwing a fit to get it back. That’s really not fair. They can’t just take your pet like that.”
Other Gryffendor’s started agreeing and in no time at all the Weasel was riled up. Draco stepped in.
“Hold on now. That was my rat. I found it fair and square.”
Weasel stood up and for a moment Draco thought the brute would actually hit him. Instead he fell right into his plans.
“That’s my rat Malfoy. I’ll prove it to you!”
Draco smiled, “How are you going to do that? Professors took my rat.” Draco put emphasis on ‘my’ just to see how red the boy’s face would get before it exploded.
The Weasel growled and stomped off in the direction of the head table. Draco smiled and followed. Harry jumped up to come too as well as half the Gryffindor house and Boot.
“Professor McGonagall. I want my rat back.” Weasel’s anger made him forget to be polite and Draco winced. One thing he knew about adults was that you got more information if you were polite.
“You will not speak to me that was Mr. Weasley.”
Draco rolled his eyes and the Weasel flushed but threw his hand out as if the Professors were carrying the rat around with them.
“Sorry, Please give me my rat back.”
McGonagall seemed to be considering it so Draco chirped, “My rat.”
The Professors blinked at him, except for his uncle who narrowed his eyes. Draco knew he would need to come up with something for his uncle but right now, being wherever they were when they explained what happened to the rat was most important.
McGonagall stood up and gestured for the Weasel to follow her and Draco and Harry went to.
Outside the Great Hall she seemed to notice that two more boys were following then should be.
“Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Potter what are you doing?”
“You are leading Weasley and I to my rat so I can prove to him that it is indeed mine and Harry is coming for emotional support.” Draco said, with his number 1 innocent face. The one he used on non Slytherins.
Weasel braced himself for a tirade but McGonagall interrupted before he even got started.
“Very well. Follow me.”
They followed her to the Headmaster’s office which Draco had been expecting but Harry had not. The smaller boy pressed closer to Draco as the approached the office and Draco held his hand. In this life, Draco’s need to touch his love allowed Harry to be very tactile. Draco knew that the boy didn’t get affection from anyone else and so was glad to show Harry physically how much he cared. It was also easy to forget that though he was an adult and the Headmaster's all-powerful-cosmic charm had long ago warn off, Harry was still very much 11 and therefore intimidated by the man and his position.
In the Headmaster’s office Dumbledore gestured for them to have a seat. Draco refused a lemon drop. He’d long suspected there were some sort of truth or compulsion potions in them and Harry followed suit. The Weasel took one.
“Now then. I understand that you are here to find out what happened to Mr. Weasley’s rat.”
“Draco’s rat.” Harry spoke up. He was still nervous but Draco had discovered that Harry was as stubborn as him. The boy refused to let nature dictate to him He was downtrodden his whole life, expected to sit quiet and take what life handed him, to not fight anything. He decided that he would not be that way and pushed against his ‘training’. In situations like this, where he was expected to sit quiet and listen, Harry would speak whenever he could, as often as he could. Draco thought it was amazing.
“It was my understanding that it was Mr. Malfoy’s spell that identified the rat as Scabbers, the name of Mr. Weasley’s rat.”
Draco nodded, “Yes but it was obviously faulty since it also identified him as Peter Pettigrew, a known dead man.”
From the corner of his eye, Draco saw McGonagall shift weight. He wondered if that was because he shouldn’t have known Peter Pettigrew was dead.
“Ah Yes, well it seems that your spell was not faulty.”
“How is that possible?” The Weasel nearly shouted. Harry winced at the noise and Draco wondered if there was a spell that could forcibly make him quieter.
“It seems that the rat was Peter Pettigrew in animagus form.”
“But he was dead.” Harry said. Draco applauded his Hufflepuff mask.
“It seems he was not.”
“So what did you do with him?” Draco asked.
“As he had not done anything wrong, we let him go.”
Draco’s mask nearly broke as the horror of what Dumbledore had done assaulted him. By letting Pettigrew go. He had destroyed any chances of freeing Black. Most of his plans were now in vain. He’d have to start over on most of them.
Dumbledore told them to leave and Harry had to nearly propel Draco through the halls. Harry walked the overly distraught boy to his rooms in Ravenclaw and then asked Draco what was happening.
“Pettigrew was going to prove your Godfather’s innocence.”
“How?”
“If he wasn’t dead, then I assumed that they would question him under Veritaserum and find out what really happened. I think Pettigrew was the one who betrayed your parents and killed those people. They would have arrested him and let Black go.”
Draco put his head in his hands and breathed deep breaths. He needed to get control of himself before he told Harry things he shouldn’t know.
“Well, we can mail that Madam Bones woman and tell her that Pettigrew was alive. Maybe she would question Black then and find out the truth that way.”
Draco took a long breath and calmed himself. Yes. That could work.
“Okay” He said and pulled the other boy onto the bed with him.
Draco curled up around Harry and the brunet put his arms around Draco’s head. He just needed comfort while his world crashed. This was unbelievable. Dumbledore had ruined most of his plans in one fell swoop….Dumbledore.
Draco laughed hysterically and ignored the worried expression on Harry’s face. Dumbledore did it on purpose. Draco realized that he had a much bigger adversary in the Headmaster then he’d previously realized. Draco hadn’t thought that the old man was as manipulative as last time. He couldn’t let Black out of prison because he wouldn’t have control over him, and therefore Harry. Draco thought back on all the things that bothered him about the previous time.
Harry’s continued placement with abusive people, Blacks lack of trial when Dumbledore cast the Fidelius Charm and therefore knew who the secret keeper was. Black’s incarceration in his own home after he escaped when Dumbledore could have called for a trial at any time.
Draco fell asleep in Harry’s arms thinking about Dumbledore’s manipulations and how he could counter them.
An: alright there it is. Please review. I didn't get as many on the last chapter as I wanted and it made me sad. For those of you who did review. I thank you and am sorry i can't respond on this chapter. I simply do not have time right now. sorry.
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