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Preventative Measures	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 151588 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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Chapter 10

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Making sure Elliot was tucked deep in his pocket and didn't crawl or poke his head out as he seemed to be wont to do, Harry shifted his satchel over his shoulder, adjusting the weight of it. Dark was just starting to fall with the streetlights flickering on, so he felt it was time to go home. As his chores were done, he wanted to stay out of the house. Everyone in it, especially Vernon, was getting on his last nerve so it was best to stay away. Besides, he holed himself up at the play park and didn't go anywhere else so, hopefully, as there was no traffic around that of any kind, he would be left alone or, at the very least, see something coming if he had to deal with it. It wasn't the best plan in the world, he knew that, but just short of staying inside all the time, something that would not only drive him barmy, but make his family not only question him about it then they would get on his nerves even more than they already were. No, this was a better solution.

Turning onto Privet Drive, he stopped and glared when he saw his whole so-called family about midway down it talking to that batty crazy cat lady, Mrs. Figg. He assumed, considering the hour, that the only reason they were out was they had been visiting one of the neighbors. After all, that's the only reason Vernon tended to haul his lard arse out from in front of the TV most times. Sighing, shaking his head, he made his way in that direction, fully intending to ignore everyone and everything said. Instead, he focused on what things would be like with Sirius when he finally got out of this hell hole for the summer.

Just as he was getting into the range where he could hear what was being said and he was picking up on the first grumblings about his presence from Vernon, Harry's head came up. An all too familiar chill and dread began to wash over him. As unobtrusive as he could, he felt to make sure his wand was in his back pocket then glanced around. So far he didn't see a damned thing. That didn't mean anything though. Rather than focus on that, he was fully planning to get inside. He wasn't sure what kind of protection that would offer him from a Dementor, but he might be able to call for help or have something else set alarms off at the Ministry so he didn't have to deal with this.

Picking up speed, he brushed passed his family and Mrs. Figg, firmly keeping in mind Lucius' warning and what he knew of what was going on, so he didn't even think about trying to find the thing, he kept his eyes locked on the home he considered his prison, making a beeline for it as fast as he could, or as fast as possible without being on a dead run. That was until Mrs. Figg said his name. Turning and looking at her, he waited to see what she wanted.

Swallowing thickly, shivering at the cold and the effects of what she knew was a Dementor's presence, trying to urge Petunia and the rest inside because they, too, were commenting about the cold, she whispered, “Tell me you have your wand, Harry.”

Confused, Harry narrowed his eyes at her and said nothing before glancing around, seeing if there was any sign of the vile creature yet, aside from what they were feeling.

“You do have it, don't you?” She asked, voice quivering as she backed up, clutching onto Petunia's arm, someone who, too, was starting to panic.

“How do you know about that?” Harry asked, backing towards the house, scanning around.

“I'm a squib. We won't get into the rest, but I was sent here to keep an eye on you by Dumbledore. We need your wand out, Harry!” Mrs. Figg managed to quiver out as the effects from the vile creature seemed to be intensifying.

“No chance,” Harry hissed, still looking around while walking backwards in the direction of the house. “I'm not walking into any plan they have for me. Let it happen.”

Puffing out his mustache, Vernon glared at Mrs. Figg then back at his freak of a nephew before harrumphing, “Get out of here, boy! We'll handle whatever this is. We don't need help from your lot!”

“Be my guest,” Harry said with a shrug of his shoulders. Turning, he was going to make a beeline straight for the house.

“Harry, no!” Mrs. Figg said, voice decidedly squeaky as she looked around, eyes wide and fearful. “He can't take on a Dementor.”

“Yeah, well, I'm nothing but a worthless waste of space and he doesn't need my help, so let him,” Harry shrugged, though he did pull his wand to make sure.

“Dementor? Those are real?” Petunia asked in a quiet, fearful voice, eyes overly wide. Clutching onto one of Dudley's beefy upper arms, she began to pull him backwards to the house.

“Oh yes,” Harry told her in a mirthless chuckle. “You're about to find out how real too. Good luck dealing with it, Uncle Vernon.” Scanning around again, he kept right on moving towards the house.

“Do they really suck your soul out?” Petunia inquired, voice quivering, whole body shaking as she shook her head, pulling Dudley backwards with her.

“Yup, sure do. Add in the cold and the things they are setting off in your head right now, and what you have is a Dementor,” Harry told her, shaking his head. With what he was getting in his head, he fully planned to get into the damned house and into his room where it was warded. Then he was going to call for help. No way was he going to use his Patronus on this!

“Harry!” Mrs. Figg shrieked as the Dementor appeared before them, it's hand reaching for Petunia and Dudley. “Do something! Use your Patronus!”

“No chance,” Harry told her, clutching his wand tightly, back peddling. “Uncle Vernon can handle it, right Uncle Vernon?”

Backing up as fast as his bulk would let him, Vernon was sputtering when finally faced with the full abomination in front of him. Huffing and puffing, he tried to get out of the creatures way while swatting at it, bellowing at it to leave them alone and to go bother the freaks.

Seeing the creature wrap its hand around the back of Vernon's neck, Mrs. Figg shrilled, “Harry! Your Patronus! Please! Do something!”

Raising his wand, he leveled it at the creature, trying to ignore what was going on in his head, but did nothing. It was a trap, what the Ministry was pulling, he knew that. Shaking his head, he didn't cast the spell, waiting.

“Please, Harry!” Mrs. Figg begged as she backed up with a zombie-like Dudley and a panicked Petunia. “It won't stop with him, Harry! You know that! Do something!”

Gritting his teeth, Harry watched as the creature made a move like it was going to lower its hood, not sure what to do. Shaking his head, hearing both Mrs. Figg and his aunt beg him to do something, he then gritted his teeth. Sending off the spell, his Komodo dragon took after the abomination, driving it away after it dropped Vernon. Panting, knowing what hell he had just unleashed on himself, he spun to face those on the walk. “Isn't someone supposed to be around so this didn't happen?” He snarled, eyes flashing dangerously.

“Mundungus was, but he went off to do some dodgy deal. Oh, Dumbledore is going to have kittens!” Mrs. Figg moaned, wringing her hands.

Looking to Vernon, who a shaking Petunia was trying to help back towards the house, to the zombie-like Dudley, Harry snarled, “Tell him thanks a lot! Big help there!” Glowering at his family, he headed for the house. Hell was coming and he needed to get a hold of some people. Furious, he didn't know what to do!

After dealing with the multitude of owls, his family, Vernon screaming at him and throwing him out of the house only to be overridden by Aunt Petunia, not to mention all the stress that came after the nightmare, Harry just wanted to get up to his room. He had to send Hedwig off with something for his solicitor and get hold of Lucius like he had promised. Then, honestly? All he wanted to do was sit and cuddle on Elliot a little to alleviate the stress until whomever it was that was supposed to come pick him up arrived.

About to round the bannister end to go up the stairs, Harry felt his hair grabbed then he was yanked back and slammed against the wall. Immediately, Vernon was in his face. Making certain he had his wand clutched in his hand, Harry glared at his uncle, not trying to pull away.

“How dare you! That—whatever it was happened to be here because of you, boy! And you made me look like a fool!” Vernon hissed, face an unhealthy color of red.

Knowing better than to say anything, Harry just clutched onto his wand, waiting for what he knew was coming next.

“I've had it with you and your freakish ways, boy! No more of this nonsense! It didn't used to be this way, not until you went to that school. Now I'm being attacked on my own street by creatures that come because of you! Enough! It's time for me to resort back to what I used to do with you! I've had it with all this nonsense!” Stopping, panting heavily, face a blotchy red, Vernon then pressed in tighter, his bulk pinning Harry against the wall. Lowering his voice, he hissed, “Tonight we go back to what we used to do, boy! You'll remember who is in charge around here when I'm done then you'll learn to behave again! Expect a visit from me when your aunt goes to sleep tonight!”

Knowing exactly what that meant, Harry's eyes went cold then he raised his wand, pointing it at Vernon, “Go ahead and try, I dare you,” he ground out. “You won't get very far before I curse your bits off! What's one more charge against me? And just so you know, Uncle Vernon; when someone curses them off, there is no fixing it like what happened with Aunt Marge! You'll be sitting down to take a piss for the rest of your life.” Stopping, eyes narrowing, he spat, “Try me, Uncle Vernon, I dare you! See if it's a bluff! I put up with that—nightmare from you for years, I'm not doing it anymore.”

Red flush draining away, Vernon backed off, eyes locked on the wand. Lifting them, he glared at Harry then bristled out his mustache and snarled, “This isn't over, boy! You can bet on that! I've had it with you and the problems you cause! And I plan to make sure they stop.”

Taking a step forward, wand leveled on his uncle, Harry snarled, “Try it, go ahead. See what happens and if I'm joking. You lay one finger on me, I’m cursing them off, I swear it!” Lowering his voice, he hissed, “I've been doing magic all damned summer and no one picked it up until that set up tonight, so I can slide several spells through. Even if I am caught, you'll not like the results of what I do before the Ministry steps in and does anything. Think about that, Vernon. Is it worth sitting down to take a piss for the rest of your life?” Stopping, he glared at his uncle.

Looking from the wand to Harry then back again, Vernon decided as angry as the boy was, it wasn't worth pushing it right now. “Get to your room, boy,” he snarled. “We're going out. Don't come out and don't touch any of our food.”

“Gladly,” Harry snapped back. Making sure to keep his wand in his hand, he hoisted his satchel into a more comfortable position and headed up the stairs.

After stepping into his room, Harry slammed the door hard enough to make the window rattle. Huffing, grinding his teeth, he then kicked his trunk a good one. All that managed to do though was make his foot hurt. Wincing, he hobbled over then grabbed a quill and parchment. Quickly, he scribbled out what had happened for his solicitor with a new code phrase for Lucius then sent it off with Hedwig. Chest heaving, still angry, he began to gather his things. Dumping them in his trunk, he made sure his computer and everything else important was in the secret compartment, ready to go. All he left out were the warding stones, a quill and the book Lucius had given him.

Grabbing the quill and book, he flopped on the bed, making certain his wand was right next to him. Pulling Elliot out, he enlarged him and cuddled on the stuffed dragon for a minute, trying to get himself under some form of control so the shaking would subside at least a little. Shutting his eyes, he tried not to whimper. Oh, this was a fucking nightmare he didn't need!

After about five minutes, he felt he had himself under as much control as he could get. Still holding Elliot, he grabbed the book then wrote out Lucius' name, waiting for him to answer.

Lucius was sitting in his study, reading through some papers when he felt the signal go off from the book. Frowning, he grabbed it, wondering what was going on. Sirius and Severus, both, had told him there was a big Order meeting tonight so it couldn't be his lover. That left—Eyes widening, he quickly opened the book and saw Harry's name there. Grabbing his favorite quill, he penned back, 'I'm here, Harry. Is something amiss?'

'It was a Dementor,' Harry wrote back, trying to calm his still slightly shaking hand while clutching onto Elliot.

Looking at the response, Lucius blinked, trying to figure out what that meant when it hit him. Groaning, he rubbed his eyes and shook his head, teeth gritted. Oh yes, they pulled out a big weapon to use. 'You are fine and no one was hurt, were they? You were able to dispatch it?'

'It's gone, but--' Harry then quickly filled him in on the aftermath, snarling softly as he did. When he finished, he wrote, 'Hedwig is on her way to my solicitor right now with what happened. The code phrase this time is that you like Pepsi more than Coke.'

Making a note of that, nodding, Lucius' lips quirked then he wrote, 'Let me guess; more Muggle beverages?'

'Yeah,' Harry wrote then rubbed his eyes and sighed.

'Very good,' Lucius penned back. Tapping his quill on the desk, he tried to think. This dance was going to be delicate, but if he worked it right he could easily help the young man. Quickly formulating what to say, he penned out, 'As they are removing you to Grimmauld Place tonight, there is something I need you to do for me. I will get with Severus once he's done attending to what he is at the moment and have him turn back up there late tonight. Have him or Sirius walk you through how to pull the memory of the incident. He can then get them to me and I'll deliver them to your solicitor. Once he views them, he will have a better feel for what he needs to do about the incident and what questions to ask you.'

Looking down at Lucius' message, Harry thought it over. Sighing, he nodded. That was fine. After all, it wasn't like there weren't people around for it. 'Alright, will do,' he scribbled back. Shutting his eyes, he rubbed them, still grinding his teeth slightly.

'I will get them delivered, Harry, rest assured. Then your solicitor can formulate the best way to play this out,' Lucius wrote back. 'You did the only thing you could,' he soothed, knowing the young man had to be pissed right about now. 'Nothing was going to stop that creature and no help was going to get there before it attacked you. No, there was nothing else you could have done.'

'Doesn't make me feel any better,' Harry wrote, shaking his head. 'I knew what it was when I started feeling it and didn’t want to walk into their plan, but there wasn’t much choice about it!'

'It was a no win situation,' Lucius agreed. 'You, however, did what was needed and that will be brought up. It won't be pleasant, that I admit, but you'll get off. Your solicitor will ensure that. I will find out when the hearing is and be around for it. There won’t be much I can do, I know that, but I will be around for moral support. You did the right thing and it's legal, keep that in mind, Harry.'

'I know, I do,' Harry scribbled back. 'It's—I shouldn't have to go through this mess to defend myself or others!'

'This is true and there will be no argument from my end on that issue,' Lucius wrote back. He could easily tell Harry was angry and upset, something warranted. However, he wasn't Sirius and didn't know how to deal with Harry when it came to such matters. He was, though, a father of a teenage boy so he thought just letting Harry talk might assist. At the very minimum, it would allow the young man to blow off steam and be in a better frame of mind to deal with anything else later. So, he wrote, 'Just talk to me, Harry. I'll stay with you until you hear the ones picking you up come in. We can hash this out or discuss anything you want. Just talk.'

Looking down at the message, stroking Elliot's head, Harry sighed. Maybe, though writing it out wasn't the best way to do it, just talking would help. 'Alright,' he penned. 'Just—I'm not in a really good mood right now.'

'Completely understandable,' Lucius wrote back, nodding. 'If I were in your position, I wouldn't be either. Anger is warranted, Harry, and justified. You'll get no argument from me there. However, mayhaps you should look at this incident as a catalyst that might be the change you want. That's what we're going to try for. And, if we all play this out right, it can happen. Just try to keep that in mind as it goes along.'

'I'll try,' Harry scribbled with a sigh. 'Right now it's not that easy.'

'No, I imagine it's not,' Lucius smirked. 'However, on the upside of the issue; you'll be going to stay with Sirius tonight. That will aid you immeasurably. Nor will you have to deal with the foolishness you have. No, that's far better though the circumstances that brought it about are less than pleasant.'

'True!' Harry wrote, grinning slightly. He couldn't wait to be with Sirius. That part would be great!

'I will also try to pop around when I can to visit. It's not much as I have to be cautious, as I’m sure you know, but I will do what I can to be around. This is a change, look at it that way, one for the better. I'm certain you'll like most of what is to come from it,' Lucius wrote. Then he shifted topics, asking about some charms Harry had discussed with him before, hoping the change of topics might soothe the young man.

Walking into Grimmauld Place, Harry said nothing. All he wanted right now was to talk with Sirius for a while and try to relax. The night was taking its toll, that's for sure. Letting Remus guide him through the hall, he grinned when he saw Sirius step out. Walking over, he let himself be enveloped in a hug by his godfather. Holding onto Sirius tightly, he sighed. He already felt better.

Pulling back from the hug, seeing Remus shoo everyone into the meeting, Sirius whispered, “Let me take you upstairs. I can't stay, I have to get back to the meeting, but you can relax until we're done. I'm hoping it's about over. I've put you in the room next to mine. It's actually mine but has a partition.” Figuring his godson would get it from there, he didn't say anymore about it. Reaching up and running his fingers through Harry's hair, he said, “Ron and Hermione are here.” Seeing the dark look pass over his godson's face, he just shook his head and told him, “Just tell them, Harry. I understand why and won't say a word. If you don't, they're going to keep trying. Molly already has the bright idea that they should stay here for you. I know you don't want that.” Seeing another dark look, Sirius nodded then smiled at him, “Just tell them. I'll be right beside you.”

“Alright,” Harry nodded, looking at Sirius.

Assuring that his godson had all his things, Sirius led him up the stairs, making certain they both stayed quiet around the painting while promising to explain that later. Up on the second floor, an eager Hermione and Ron were waiting, watching for them.

Feeling Sirius' reassuring pat on his back, Harry looked at them, eyes flinty then said, making sure to keep his voice down, “I know about the not writing and why.” Seeing a distressed look on their faces and Hermione looking to go on an explanation, he just shook his head. “That's two strikes. We're done.” Seeing Hermione go pale, starting to shake and even Ron lose some color, Harry just looked at them then turned to Sirius and nodded.

After a glance at the other two, seeing the pleading looks sent in his direction, Sirius just shook his head then put a hand on the back of Harry's head and rubbed it. “Come on, I'll take you upstairs so you can get some rest.” Letting his hand slip down to Harry's shoulder, he guided him up the stairs.

Leading him into his room, Sirius walked Harry over to the partition and tapped it with his wand. It immediately vanished. Turning to his godson, he said, “Just put up your things and relax. I hope the meeting is about done. After that, we'll have one thing to deal with then everyone will be gone.” Stepping closer, he put a hand on Harry's cheek and rubbed it, smiling at him, “Remus and I put up every protection we could think of on the room, so no one can get in or bother us. You're completely safe here.” Seeing Harry nod, he asked, “Did you send Hedwig off to your solicitor and get hold of Lucius?”

“I did, for both,” Harry nodded. “He wants the memories of it to take tomorrow and will send Snape back later for them.”

“Good,” Sirius sighed. “We'll walk you through how to do that once we get everyone cleared out. Now, I have to get back downstairs. Just try to relax. The worst is over, Harry.” Slipping his hand to the back of Harry's head, he pulled the younger man into a deep passionate kiss.

Wrapping himself around Sirius, Harry held onto him, kissing him back. Up until this point, they hadn't been able to do much of anything. There were a couple kisses, but nothing this passionate, so he was reveling in it.

Though Sirius wanted to press on, he couldn't. Breaking off the kiss, he looked at his godson heatedly, panting, “More later, I promise! I can't now. Just put up your stuff and I'll be back as soon as I can.” Running his fingers through Harry's hair again, he smiled at him then nodded before walking out.

Watching Sirius go, Harry couldn't help but grin. Alright, that was great! Shaking his head, he went to put up his things then fully planned to flop on the bed until Sirius returned.

Stepping back into his room about forty-five minutes later, Sirius grinned at seeing Harry curled up in his bed holding Elliot. Walking over, he seated himself on the edge then ran his fingers through his godson's hair when he saw the young man look at him. “Meeting's over. We have one more thing to deal with then we'll be alone except for Remus and when Snape comes back.” Motioning for Harry to sit up, he waited until he did then said, “Ron and Hermione cornered me and tried persuading me to talk to you. I told them no. I also made it clear that they made their choice and now can deal with the fallout. It's doubtful that's the end of it though.”

Snorting, Harry shook his head. “It won't be. They're going to keep trying.”

“Ignore it and move on,” Sirius coached. Reaching out, he put a hand on Harry's knee then said, “Everyone seems to think you want to know just what the Order is doing and what's going on.” Seeing his godson roll his eyes and shake his head, Sirius just grinned. “I thought as much. They want to fill you in and are waiting in the kitchen. I promised to bring you down. All you have to do is make it clear you don't want to know and ask to be excused. All there is to it. Then I'll come up and join you while Remus shoos everyone out. He and I already worked out this part. Work for you, Harry?”

“Fine with me,” Harry nodded.

“Let's do it then. Once we come back up, we'll have plenty of time alone before Snape comes back,” Sirius grinned, giving Harry's knee a squeeze.

Getting the inference, Harry grinned back then said, “Let's get this over with then!”

Nodding, Sirius stood then helped his godson up. Once Harry shrunk Elliot and put him in his pocket, he guided him out of the room then down the stairs.

Following Sirius into the kitchen, Harry pointedly ignored Ron and Hermione, who were giving him poignant, hopeful looks then sat down by his godfather. Glancing around, he waited while Sirius passed him a butterbeer. Looking up when Arthur Weasley said his name, Harry waited.

Smiling at the young man, Arthur said, “We suppose you want to know what's going on, don't you?”

Looking at the man, Harry just shook his head, saying nothing.

Though taken aback by that, not sure what to make of it, Arthur said, after a glance at his equally stunned wife, “Let's fill you in a little anyway, at least on the basics.”

Breaking in, Molly said, “Ron, Ginny and Hermione need to leave. I don't want them hearing this. They aren't old enough.”

Protesting, Ron sputtered, “If Harry can, we can as well! We're the same age after all! Besides, he'll tell us anyway.”

Looking at the redhead after taking a sip of his butterbeer, Harry said, tone cold, “No, I won't.” Seeing the gobsmacked expression there and a hurt look on Hermione's face, he just looked back at the stunned Arthur Weasley then said, keeping his tone polite, “No offense, Mr. Weasley, but I really don't want to know.” Glancing at Sirius, he asked, “Can I be excused?”

Putting a hand on his godson's shoulder and giving it a squeeze, Sirius nodded, “Go on, Harry. You can take your butterbeer with. I'll be up in a couple minutes.”

Pleased with that, Harry nodded to everyone, snatched his bottle then walked out, headed towards their room.

Waiting until Harry was gone and the door shut, Sirius looked around at the stunned, and in the case of Harry's two former friends, hurt faces, he said, “I told you. Now, if you'll excuse me--” Then, with a nod, he got up and followed Harry.

Watching Sirius go, Remus waited until he heard his friend's footsteps on the stairs then said, softly, “I think it's best to leave Harry alone for a few days. He's had a bad night. Combine that with everything else, and I think it's probably better not to try anything with him for a while. Let him calm down and relax. Sirius and I'll talk with him.” He didn't add that he knew it would do no good and they weren't going to try very hard. All he wanted was for everyone to get out.

Swallowing thickly, Molly looked at the door then nodded slowly. Glancing at her husband, she then said, “Maybe a couple days to calm down and he'll be better.” Looking at the rest of her brood, she clapped her hands and said, “Alright, gather your things. We'll head to the Burrow.” Bustling around, shooing everyone the right direction, she kept giving worried glances at the door then to her husband.

Watching everyone go, Arthur waited until it was just him and Remus in the kitchen before saying, “I'm worried about Harry.”

Shaking his head, Remus said, “You're not the only one. Let Sirius work with him a little. We'll see from there. Just—I think that everyone needs to remember something that they tend to forget. Harry isn't James or Lily, either one. He's Harry, someone very different. Most of us tend to forget that because of how he looks.”

Taking that in, Arthur nodded. Standing, he said, “I'll be over the morning of the hearing to take him with me. Make sure he's up, alright?”

“Will do,” Remus said, sipping his tea. Watching Arthur nod to him again then walk out, he slumped slightly. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed. At least they were gone. Hopefully, from here on out, they now had something they could work with to get at least Harry out of this nightmare.

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