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The whole story	By : Riahana Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 42620 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters or the world of Harry Potter, that belongs to JK Rowling, nor do I make any money from this.

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*Authors Note* If you havnt noticed, Im starting to stray way from the books. As the story continues it will become more AU. Thank you for reading :)

Disclaimer~ The Prologue has the full disclaimer. Also any readers that are lost; read the Authors Note at the beginning of the Prologue; it will help make things clear.

Chapter 9

Harry jumped when Sirius rushed towards him, moving backwards in order to keep his distance from his Godfather. With Sirius strong arms wrapping around Harry, both fear and anger consumed him equal amounts. Fighting with everything he had, biting, scratching, kicking, trying to free himself from Sirius; but he wouldn’t let go. Eventually exhaustion set in for Harry, and his bones turned to liquid, other sensations started registering. First it was the wetness he felt on his shoulder where Sirius had his face buried. Next it was words being mumbled, they took the form of a broken record that kept repeating itself. Long minutes passed as Harry tried to make sense what his Godfather was saying; suddenly the ability to understand them hit Harry.

“Please cub…just listen to us…we love you…”

Harry tried getting away again, but his Godfather wouldn’t let go; resigned to this fate, it was easier to comply. “I’ll listen…Just let me go first…Please.”

Sirius let go, his face swollen red from crying, wrenching Harry’s heart the tiniest bit from seeing the strong wizard looking so sad. With the physical exertion the third task demanded combined with the emotional and physical outburst; Harry no longer had any power left of his own; bonelessly falling to the ground.

“I’ll listen but I want a wizards oath first…One you won’t hurt me…Second you will tell me the truth.” Harry looked at Sirius as he said it, although he wasn’t talking to his godfather.

“Of course cub… I’ll do it right….”

“No”, Harry said cutting Sirius off. Finally looking over at Voldemort; pointing his finger at the monster, “I want him to give the wizards oath,” Voldemort looked up where red eyes met green; sending a shiver through Harry at the unnaturalness of those eyes.

“Anything you want My Lord.” Voldemort slowly stood up, not daring to approach yet. “Sirius would you come here and be our bonder.”

Harry watched as both wizards came forward, Voldemort kneel in the dirt with his hand out; staying away as far as he physically could. Sirius took his wand out, placing it above Voldemort’s hand, waiting to start the spell until Harry reached out to grasp the withered skeletal fingers. In a show of Gryffindor bravery, Harry thought; quickly grabbed the withered hand in front of him.

“I Tom Marvolo Riddle vow to never mentally, physically, or emotionally hurt Harry James Potter. I will always tell Harry James Potter the truth, never to deceive him through my actions, intentional or unintentional. If I break any of these vows let my magic raise up striking me dead.”

Sirius quickly finished the spell, stepping away from Harry. Voldemort looked at Harry stepping even further back than Sirius did. Harry did not know what to think, believing the oath would be for tonight; not forever. But the spell was finished and Voldemort had sworn himself to Harry.

“I have much to tell you, with time is running short. You cannot believe nor trust Dumbledore.”

Harry looked up sharply, hearing Voldemort telling him that the Headmaster couldn’t be trusted. This was the one of the people he trusted the most, and after tonight the amount of people he trusted shrank by one. But with the oath that Voldemort gave, Harry had no choice but to believe the monster. Voldemort could not lie to him.

“Everything I have to tell you will take many days…I was hoping you could come to us so we will have the time to tell you everything My Lord.”

This was too much to handle; dropping his face into his knees so he didn’t need to see his surroundings. He was torn, did he trust Voldemort enough to go to him. He didn’t know, but with the oath still swimming in his head, it helped ease his conscience into giving Voldemort the answer he wanted. With his face still planted into his knees he and chest heaving he answered.

“Yes, but I cannot leave the Dursley’s home, you will have to come and get me.” Harry looked up after he gave his answer. For once in his life he made a decision without Dumbledore, Ron, or Hermione helping him. In its own sick twisted way it felt liberating.

“That is acceptable My Lord; where is this Dursley Residence?”

Voldemort's last question still made Harry’s pulse race; but he already told him he would hear their side. It was only one more little step down the path he agreed to. “Number 4 Privet Drive, in Surrey.” Harry looked at Sirius again to see him jumping in excitement. Harry quickly turned his head with Voldemort speaking again.

“Then we will see each other in two days My Lord. I will have Sirius retrieve you. For now you need to head back to Hogwarts. Please don’t tell them what truly happened tonight, but you can tell them I have returned.”

With that Voldemort and the rest of the Death Eaters except one disapperated. Harry looked at Sirius asked, “What about Cedric?”

“Oh’ him” Sirius stopped for a moment looking confused. “Opps… Sorry cub I forgot I put him under a frozen time spell” Sirius waved his hand and Cedric started breathing again; then disapperated.

Cedric looked around for a moment confusion written all over his face. “Harry I thought Vol….?”

Harry cut him off before he could ask any questions, “Yes, and let’s get back to Hogwarts.” Harry leaned over Cedric to reach for the cup in the process also touching Cedric’s arm; as his fingers grabbed the handle the hook feeling behind his navel signaled their return trip home.

Both landed in front of the judges and spectators, Harry quickly yelled to the crowd. “He’s back…Voldemort is back.” Passing out over Cedric’s chest not being able to keep the blackness at bay any longer.

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Harry awoke to the white ceiling of the infirmary, instead of the normal red and gold he was used to see in the Gryffindor dorm room. Looking in the chair next to his bed; his best friend Hermione sat sleeping, and across the room was the Headmaster.

“Ahh… My boy you have finally returned to the living.” For a moment the Headmasters twinkle in his eye and jovial tone; calmed Harry’s nerves. The he remember the events of last night, and the oath he had made, and stiffened again. His head was swimming in fear, and indecision.

With a voice that was parched and cracking Harry said one word, “Cedric?”

“Ahhh… the other champion of the Tri-Wizard Tournament, he is doing just fine. Madam Pomfrey kept him over night; being fine he has already left the ward. What I would like to know is what happened last night?”

Harry had to tell him something, but there wasn’t much he could tell without telling the Headmaster everything, the best route was to shove the responsibility onto someone else. “I don’t remember much sir. I think Padfoot was there sir… Did my Godfather save us?” Harry then looked at the Headmaster again, but twinkle had left.

“I don’t know the answer to that question. But I’m sure after a couple days of rest you will probably remember more of last night’s event.”

The headmaster went to walk from the room, when Harry had to ask one last question. “Sir how was the cup turned into a portkey?”

“That my dear boy is some nasty business…It seems a Death Eater was using polyjuice to be Alistair Moody. The poor ex-auror has been locked in a trunk since the start of this year.” The Headmaster walked out before Harry could ask any more questions.

Harry shivered at the thought of a wizard being locked in a trunk for nine months, maybe even longer.

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Harry awoke later that night, in the infirmary with Hermione still sitting in the same chair; but this time she was awake. She smiled when Harry turned his head towards her; and Harry Couldn’t help but grin. Hermione was the only friend that stayed true throughout the whole mess the tournament turned into. Harry tried to say something but his tongue and throat wouldn’t cooperate.

Hermione noticing Harry’s problem handed him a glass of water, “Drink this Harry it should help somewhat.”

Taking a large gulp of water, Harry did feel a bit better, “Thanks Mione, what day is it?

Hermione looked at Harry smiling, “It’s two days after the tournament, and we are leaving in a couple of hours.”

Harry sighed in relief; he hadn’t missed his meeting with Voldemort. Even though he knew the monster couldn’t hurt him anymore, what with the oath and all. He still didn’t want to make him mad. If anyone could find a way around that oath, it would be Voldemort. Hermione’s sigh interrupted Harry’s thoughts on the subject.

“Harry, seriously you need to stop daydreaming….You didn’t even hear a word I said.”

Giving Hermione the best sheepish look he could, he muttered “Sorry Mione, I promise I’m listening now.”

“Humph… Madam Pomfrey said you could leave when you woke up… We need to hurry…There isn’t much time to pack before the Hogwarts express leaves.

“Brilliant, come one Mione, I’ll race you back to the dorms.” Harry jumped up from his bed to race Hermione out of the rooms, with his friend close on his heels.

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Later that day, while sitting on the Hogwarts express taking all the student’s home for the summer, Harry hears knocking and a muffled voice.”

“Hey Mate, are you in there?”

Harry rolled his eyes, Ron hasn’t talked to him since the Goblet of Fire spit out his name. “Yea I’m here,” Ron quickly opens the door rushing in.

“I wanted to see how you’re doing?”

Harry looked up at the gangly redhead, “After nearly 7 months you are now asking how I’m doing? What happened to calling me an attention-seeking git?”

“Well about that…I…You know how it is…”

Harry couldn’t believe it the boy he stood up for, against Draco Malfoy, couldn’t even apologize. Then to add insult to injury only wanted to speak to him after he had become a Tri-Wizard champion. “Ron I think it is best if you were to leave…”

“Leave… But we’re best mates…”

The longer Ron stayed there, the angrier Harry became, “Leave…Go away…You couldn’t be my friend when I needed you…Why should we be friends now!”

Ron rushed through the door quicker than when he rushed in, face almost as red as his hair. Harry sat there chest heaving trying to calm his temper.

“Harry are you all right? I heard you yelling from the back of the train.”

Harry took a couple more deep breaths before he could answer Hermione, “Yea, I will be. Thanks for caring Mione.”

It wasn’t long after the Ron incident that the Hogwarts express pulled into platform 9 ¾. All the students quickly gathered their things scampering off the train to their parents waiting. Harry dragged his feet not wanting to get off the train, hoping that Sirius would hurry and pick him up soon. As Harry was leaving the train, noticing a pair of blonde heads, so light it could be mistaken for platinum. Lucius Malfoy looked up giving Harry a wink, and a slight nod, followed by the orders to his house elves to hurry and unload Draco’s many trunks.

“Boy.. Come here…I am not waiting all day for this freakishness to rub off on me.”

The sounds of his uncle screaming at him had Harry gathering his trunk Hedwig and following his uncle from the train station. Hoping that the Malfoy’s hadn’t heard his uncle.

Harry never even noticed the cold glare or the sneer that graced Lucius Malfoy’s face; being to consumed in shame from the treatment of his uncle.
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