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Political Axes	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 12136 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Political Axes
- 2-Ch 1
- 3-ch2
- 4-Ch3
- 5-Ch 4
- 6-5
- 7-6
- 8-7
- 9-8
- 10-9
- 11-10
- 12-11
- 13-12
- 14-13
- 15-14
- 16-15
- 17-16
- 18-17
- 19-18
- 20-19
- 21-20
- 10
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- 12
Thank you, thank you to all my reviewers. You are a loyal bunch :) Hugs to Slyth for the Beta job. Hope this next chapter piques your interest, as we are heading back to the political intrigue that is the meat of the story (Harry & Draco's relationship is the heart). Not to worry, we will be seeing much more of the boys and their relationship (plus hot man action) in the coming chapters. Thanks for reading.
Having left a debauched, limp-limbed, napping Draco sprawled amongst their bed linen, Harry made his way down the main floor corridor of St. Mungo�s and onto the elevator that would deposit him on the floor for patients with Spell Damage. Ron and Emma Johnson both trailed close, each flanking a side. The three, each filled with anguish and anxiety over Syl, walked in silence, their thirst for vengeance held in check just beneath the surface.
Harry, for his part, was preoccupied with replaying the conversation he had with a sleepy Draco shortly before the blond succumbed to sleep. Having sated themselves once more, Draco lay flush atop Harry, his thighs straddling his lover�s hips, with his head tucked just so into the crook of Harry�s neck. Harry was drawing lazy patterns in the sweat pooled along Draco�s spine, when Draco began telling him about Blaise�s visit the day before. Harry never interrupted, even when Draco�s voice rose a bit in indignation at the very idea that someone was plotting against Harry for something he may, or may not do in twenty fucking years. Harry had simply continued to hold the blond, made soothing gestures and asked his counsel.
Draco had an excellent mind for strategy, on par with Ron�s even though it tended towards the devious, serpentine, and deceptive. The man was a Slytherin at heart after all. They had discussed the possibilities for ferreting out further information and tossed about some names from the Voldemort days. By the end of their discussion they had both decided that Draco would need to exploit some of his own contacts in order to help them discover just how far up this hunt went. Harry was not sure if the attack on Syl was truly connected to all the surreptitious attempts by the press to get dirt, but they were going to find out. Draco and Blaise would continue to dig around on the low, while Harry and his team continued on with the investigation into Syl�s attack. There was only one part of the discussion that had made Harry the slightest bit uneasy. Draco was going to see Maximilian Dodd. That, thought Harry, could go well, or it could end with Draco in Azkaban.
Just as Harry�s mind was beginning the cycle all over again, the elevator chimed and they stepped out and headed towards the Janus Thickey Ward. Upon exiting the elevator all previous thoughts left Harry�s mind, his sole focus now on Syl and discovering just how far gone the mind of young subordinate had been broken.
As they approached the private room they met up with the other two team members, Charlie and Rockland Marsh, who were stationed like sentinels outside the door.
�Hi, Harry, Ron, Em,� said Charlie, as all five formed a loose circle in greeting, exchanging nods and brief handshakes.
�How is he today? Any more news from the mind Healers?� asked Harry.
�No change and no new news. A few Healers have been in and out, but they are attempting to block us from information, citing family or next of kin only due to confidentiality,� said Rockland.
�Well, I wouldn�t worry too much about that. We can bypass that easily enough,� Harry assured them, a steely glint in his eye.
Charlie gave a wry smile, and clasped Harry on the shoulder.
�Before you get your wand in a knot go easy. I think it�ll be a lot smoother now. Kingsley showed up about fifteen minutes ago. He�s in the room right now speaking with the Healer. I am sure he can override whatever needs overridden to help us move things along.�
�Good. I�m going in now. Em, you�re with me. Charlie, begin retracing Syl�s footsteps. Ron and Rock, I want you two at the Ministry. Ears and eyes, got it?�
The three men all gave nods of affirmation before setting off back the way they had come. Emma and Harry stepped through the door to Syl�s room and came face to face with the Minister of Magic Kingsley Shacklebolt, a Healer, and a very still, lifeless-looking Sylvanius Thorn.

Kingsley, upon seeing two of his Class 5 Aurors enter the room, continued to speak quietly to the Healer for a few moments, before dismissing the tall, bearded man, who appeared a little shaken as he exited.

Once the Healer was gone, Kingsley gave a jerky nod towards Harry and Emma, who both immediately drew their wands and began casting spells around the room. Emma was casting a series of magical scans, searching for spying charms, while Harry erected a strong silencing charm and placed an imminent danger ward around Syl. Harry then quickly scanned Kingsley for decoy potions. Once completed Emma conjured tea and chairs for the three and they sat.

�What did Moody do in my aunt�s kitchen during my fifth year at Hogwarts?� Harry asked. Despite the magical scan, Harry felt the need for extra precautions. They almost always used a backup identity verification method when speaking with Kingsley. Many in their world were curious about the clandestine activities of the Class 5s, and despite the man being bald, wizards had many ways of creating versions of Polyjuice should they desire.

�He dunked his eye into a glass of water because it was sticking,� the ebony-skinned wizard replied, his deep, baritone voice as smooth as honey.

�So, Kingsley, what have you gotten from the Healer?� Emma asked.

�While nothing is for certain, they are pretty sure that he�s gone. I�m sorry,� Kingsley said with genuine sadness in his voice. He paid close attention to Harry as he spoke, knowing just how much loss the younger man had suffered; He also knew how uncontrollable Harry�s magic could be when he felt threatened in the abstract. When there was no direction for the younger man�s anger to go, no aim, no focal point, no specific outlet, Harry had a tendency to simply leak raw magic. With Voldemort there was always a target, a lodestone. Now, everything was a mystery. They were fighting a ghost at the moment, and that could prove calamitous if left for too long.

�I hear you have the Class 3 team on the investigation?� Harry said, eye Kingsley critically.

�You know that is the protocol. If I kicked this to your team officially there would be too may questions. The 3s found Syl and they are a competent bunch from what Moody tells me. However, you know that what happens officially and what happens unofficially are never the same,� Kingsley replied coolly.

Harry and Emma both gave knowing nods, relieved in the knowledge that they would not be hampered in their own search for the culprit. Emma, who had been sipping her tea quietly while gazing longingly at Syl, decided to mention something that had been bothering her since this all began.

�They only used our call spell to tip us off. They gathered no real intelligence from our false gathering. They sent no ransom demand, no warning. They didn�t even use Syl�s capture to warn us off a case. Why break his mind so thoroughly and tip us off so that we change our call spell, if that was all they were going to do?�

�You think it is possible they got more than the call spell?� asked Kingsley.

Harry and Emma both nodded gravely.

�If they broke his mind as thoroughly as the Healers suggest, then they could have every piece of information Syl knew. Including the fact that you are the handler for the Class 5s,� Emma told Kingsley.

Harry hissed. �This is all such bullshit. We won�t know what�s what until we figure out who took Syl and why. Then we�ll know what they know and what they want. And sadly enough, we may not know that until they show their hand. I�m afraid we are in a waiting game. Whatever they learned of value they�ll use and use soon. They know that the noose will be tightening with the Auror�s investigating, so they�ll want to make use of their takings while they have the chance.�

Harry stood and walked over to the bed. He gazed down at the young man lying there, looking for all intents and purposes in a deep sleep. Harry didn�t need a mediwizard to tell that him his brother, his comrade was gone. Harry could feel the younger wizard�s aura fading even as he stood there. He laid a palm on the Israeli�s brow, gently brushing back the fringe. Syl was such a handsome, shy, quiet soul. Harry could not have loved him more had he been Potter blood. Rage bubbled in his chest, and he vowed silently to rain fiery ash and stone upon those responsible. Harry had long ago learned that there was a time for justice to be meted out within the bounds of law, and a time for swift, precise retribution. He�d have his vengeance, and Syl would have his justice, both satisfied with the blood of their enemy.

Emma walked over and draped an arm across Harry�s shoulders, giving him a gentle squeeze, before lowering her face down and placing a small kiss on Syl�s mouth. It was platonic, maternal even. When she rose there was a single tear track down her cheek. It would be the only tear she gave. Not because she loved her comrade so little. For her tears would mean that whoever this new enemy was had broken her, and that would be an insult to Syl�s memory to let that happen. She looked deeply into Harry�s eyes. He met her gaze head on, unflinchingly. She saw it all there and gave a firm nod in return. There would be no arrest, no trial, no reports filed. Emma knew that the other members would go along too, words unspoken, once they saw the look from their leader. They would lose no sleep and feel no remorse. It was as good as done.

When they were both done quietly paying their respects to Syl, they returned to their seats to resume their discussion with Kingsley. To Harry it had the eerie feeling of a wartime council. He felt that old, familiar prickling at the edges of his consciousness, as though the very air were trying to warn him of things to come. It was beginning again. Maybe it would not the same evil, but something just a sinister, just as ugly and asinine. He would meet it as he always did, but this time, he mused, he may not stick around for the awards ceremony.
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