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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: well here is a new chapter.
Chapter The Letter
Because of Draco’s breakdown, Harry took the initiative and owl’d Madam Bones. He told Draco that in the letter, he wrote the woman about Pettigrew’s discovery, Dumbledore’s actions, and asked if there was a way to appeal for a retrial of his godfather.
Draco expected very little to come of it and was therefore surprised when not a day later, Madam Bones, the Minister and six Aurors barged in the doors to the Great Hall during breakfast. Along with the customary press of course.
“Dumbledore. I demand that you explain this!” Fudge nearly screamed. Draco wondered if the man had been salivating for something to get over on the old man and for how long.
“Excuse me Cornelius, but to what are you referring?”
Draco had to admire the old man’s tactics. So far, Fudge was coming off as an overbearing power-hungry idiot and Dumbledore the easy going genial Headmaster.
“I got a letter saying you had found Peter Pettigrew alive, and then LET HIM GO??”
The students buzzed with the news and Madam Bones stepped forward.
“Is there somewhere private we can go Albus to as you and your professors some questions?”
Dumbledore nodded, seemingly humble, and led the entourage from the Hall. As soon as the doors closed Harry jumped up and ran to Draco.
“Was that all because of my letter?”
Draco nodded and tried to hush the boy. Unfortunately Granger had heard and nearly shouted, “You’re the one who sent the letter?”
Those around them went suspiciously quiet and Draco and Harry turned to her with exaggerated slowness. Harry stood up while watching her face and Draco followed. They turned away from her and walked over to the Hufflepuff table. It couldn’t have been more obvious that Granger was no longer privy to their conversations.
When they sat down, neither spoke, both knowing that every word would be spread around. Already people were whispering. From what he could here there were very few who thought it was a ploy by the boy-who-lived for attention. most were curious about why he mailed the letter and why it was important enough for the minister to come personally.
Draco snuck a glance at Granger and was satisfied with her pale face and guilty expression. He would not speak to her again unless Harry ordered him to and that was unlikely to happen. Harry already had trust issues from his constant betrayal by his cousin and would not allow anyone to be in a position to hurt him. This had only been increased by his talks with Draco and his rules. Granger had demonstrated her untrustworthy personality in a way not even Harry’s off an on optimism could rectify.
Later in the day, Draco and Harry were privy to the ministerial entourage’s exit. Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Severus all followed them out and the boys heard the minister say, “I will expect you to be at the trial, Dumbledore, as well as Harry Potter. It is his godfather after all.”
Dumbledore tried to argue but Madam Bones steam rolled him, impressing both Harry and Draco. “No Albus, we will expect the both of you to be there.”
Harry proved to be more stubborn then Draco ever remembered him being. The next day, when the Headmaster asked Harry to meet him at the entrance to Hogwarts, the boy savior insisted Draco come too. Harry refused to move until Dumbledore acquiesced, rather then force the boy to comply with his wishes.
Draco knew that Dumbledore had not given Harry a good first impression and may have ruined the ‘infallible old wise man who knows best’ façade he’d been trying to cultivate with Harry.
The trial was informative.
Draco thought Black looked better then he had when he escaped in the first timeline. The box must have helped him. The man’s haunted eyes focused on Harry immediately, and though his constant attention made the boy uneasy, Draco was able to calm him.
Black recognized Draco as a Malfoy but was confused rather then angry. Draco nodded to him politely and said “Lord Black” as they passed him to sit in their assigned seats. Draco’s voice carried in the hushed halls and some of those in the public seating and a few of the Lords on the Wizengamot shifted in their perspectives. If a Malfoy was recognizing Black as a Lord rather then a criminal then something was changing. Draco had known this may happen and decided that the positives it could do to Black’s case outweighed any punishment his father deemed appropriate for using the Malfoy name this way.
Black’s solicitor requested Verituserum right away and Black’s testimony cleared him of the charges of murdering thirteen muggles and one wizard and the ill will towards him for betraying the Potters. They found out that the Potter’s had been under Fidelius Charm cast by Dumbledore himself. It also explained what Black meant by ‘rebellion’. The man thought that he was in prison without a trial because Voldemort had won. He didn’t know that Harry had defeated him. This revelation created a wave of sympathy that was visible in both the public seating and the Wizengamot. Draco wondered what kind of mintal anquish the man had gone through and whether or not Black was actually an acceptable guardian for him.
After Black’s testimony, Dumbledore was called to explain why he hadn’t come forth with the knowledge that Peter Pettigrew was the secret keeper rather then Black as long suspected. Draco was positively gleeful.
“I did not find it appropriate to bring up after Sirius was imprisoned. I assumed, as with the rest of the public, that he was given a fair trial and was therefore guilty of killing Peter and those muggles. Yes I knew he wasn't the secret keeper, but that didn't mean he didn’t betray the Potter’s or excuse his murders and was not the crime for which I thought he was imprisoned.” Draco nodded morosely to himslef, well played old man.
“But you are not just a member of the public, Mr. Dumbledore. You are Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot. You are on our judiciary branch, and therefore would have been present for his trial. Since he did not have one…Why didn’t you provide one for him?”
Draco was rather shocked. He’d not expected Dumbledore to be held accountable for Black’s lack of trial. It actually wasn’t his responsibility. He served as a controlling power for the judges, but did not decide what cases to try.
“Solicitor Mundy, “Madam Bones interrupted, “It is not Mr. Dumbledore’s responsibility to try cases, simply to judge them.”
“Forgive me, “Mundy, the apparent name of Black’s solicitor, bowed his head slightly. “I am simply trying to find the responsible party. Why do you believe Black had no trial?” He asked instead.
“I am not sure.”
Mundy nodded and Dumbledore got up to step down. “I’m sorry Mr. Dumbledore, but I am not finished. How did you discover Peter Pettigrew was alive?”
“Mr. Malfoy cast an identity spell which created suspicion in a few of the professors when it identified the rat as Peter Pettigrew.”
Draco shot up in shock and then cursed himself for forgetting that he’d cast the tracking spell on the rat. He would need to alert someone.
“I would like to know why, since just testified to having knowledge that Peter Pettigrew was the betrayer of the Potter’s and not dead, as we all supposed, did you let him go.”
Dumbledore took a moment to collect his answer and Draco was curious as to why the old man didn’t have one already prepared. Perhaps he didn’t expect them to actually ask him, but that didn’t fit with how manipulative Draco was beginning to suspect Dumbledore was. It was more likely that he was portraying a troubled man who just wanted to reason out his choices. Harry whispered in Draco’s ear, “He’s going to lie.” And Draco nodded. Even Harry saw through the old man’s ploy.
“I am not sure I understand the question. I had no evidence that other then choosing to live as a rat, Peter had done anything wrong. I didn’t know the situation that occurred for him to betray his friend’s secrets. I decided that there was no reason for him to be held.”
“Didn’t you find it suspicious that a man would choose to live as the pet of a school boy? To sleep in that boy’s bed at night? Isn’t it your job to question why a grown man would choose to sleep with small boys in your school?”
Draco nearly cackled and saw the reporters writing furiously. That would most likely be tomorrow’s heading. Dumbledore lets man who sleeps with small boys in Hogwarts go free.
“I knew for a fact that he was not abusing Mr. Weasley.” Draco shook his head. For an expert manipulator the man must be loosing his touch. He shouldn’t have given away the name of the boy Pettigrew was ‘sleeping’ with. Sure enough, the press was having a field day.
“The wards would have alerted me to such a thing.”
That got Draco thinking in a different direction. The wards around Hogwarts were a mystery to him. If how he thought they worked was accurate then they should have alerted Dumbledore to Quirrell’s possessed sate, and the identity of whome had pushed Harry down the stairs. If that were true, then Draco and Harry had more of a battle with the headmaster then he really wanted to deal with.
“I wonder what the wards alert him too.” Draco whispered to Harry. It’s never too soon to start on ground work. Harry nodded absently, completely focused on the people in the room and Dumbledore’s testimony. Draco wondered, not for the first time, what really went on in the head of his friend and love.
“But they didn’t alert you to a man hiding as an animal among children? A man who, from my clients testimony under truth serum we know to be untrustworthy?”
“No they didn’t tell me he was there, but they would have if he had any intention to harm the students.”
Draco filed this information. This meant that Dumbledore knew all the things that happened to Harry, knew that Severus was less then acceptable, knew that Black wasn’t out to harm anyone but Pettigrew when he slashed that painting. And in this timeline who had hurt Harry. What else did the man know but do nothing about? That She-weasel’s possession? The creature’s intent to kill? What about Tom Riddle’s murders when he was in school and Hagrid’s innocence?
Draco’s mind whirled with the possibilities and he missed the rest of Dumbledore’s questioning. He cursed himself as the old man stepped down. A good spy knew better then to become overcome anywhere paramount information could be passed.
They called Crouch to the stand and questioned him under truth serum. They found out that he had approved 3 other individuals to be thrown in Askaban without a trial. THe other two were dead already and the public and press buzzed. He also admitted to hiding his conviced criminal son in his house and the assisted death of his wife. The arrested him imediately and ordered the review of all his judiciary decisions.
The rest of the trial was short. They declared Black innocent, and ordered him given 1,100,000 Galleons for the wages he missed and physical and emotional trauma.
Draco followed Harry to meet his now free godfather, effectively dodging Dumbledore.
“Hello Harry.” Black whispered, seemingly in awe of Harry.
“Um. Hello Mr. Black.” A half smile graced the newly freed man’s face.
“Its Sirius, Harry.”
“Ok Sirius.”
The silence nearly got on Draco’s nerves. Gryffindor’s.
“So I’m your godfather. Did you know that?”
Harry nodded.
“I understand if you want to keep living with you Aunt, but your parents intended for me to have custody of you.”
Harry nodded repeatedly and Black’s face fell. Draco rolled his eyes.
“He means he wants to live with you Lord Black.” Draco hadn’t meant to turn the attention to himself but he was tired of their misunderstandings.
Black glanced at him but then Draco’s words must have gotten through his thick skull.
“Really!” he asked Harry with a big smile. He pulled Harry into the most awkward hug Draco had ever seen.
Harry didn’t like to be touched and froze when Black reached for him quickly. Black didn’t seem to notice that Harry’s arms were stretched outwards at an awkward angle and spun the boy around.
When he released Harry, the boy backed up into Draco who rubbed his back slowly. Draco watched Black’s expression to determine the man’s intelligence.
Black figured it out, but it took a moment.
His face furrowed in confusion that turned to shock and then anger. Harry tensed up again, and Draco glared at the man.
“Yes, you will be living with me.” Harry relaxed and Draco wondered if the boy thought Black was mad at Draco.
Implying that the Malfoy’s were bullied by the public was something that had the most interesting results. Harry was stubborn and once he decided something, only irrefutable proof could convince him otherwise. He was certain that everyone was out to get Draco and defended him constantly and viciously. Draco didn’t have to wonder if Harry would defend him to his godfather.
They discussed living arrangements for a while until the press became impatient. Draco decided to head them off.
“Please, one at a time.”
“Mr. Malfoy, how are you involved in this case?” One shouted.
“I cast the spell that identified Peter Pettigrew and am here for emotional support.”
“What is your relationship with Harry Potter.” Draco blinked, they were acting as if they were older then 11 and as if this was a romance. It was, but they we a little young.
“We are friends.”
“Mr. Black!” Rita simpered, “How do you feel about your godchild being friends with a Malfoy.”
Draco winced and a flash caught it. Harry pulled him back and attacked the reporters verbally. Multiple flashes caught it and the reporters latched onto his defense.
The trio was forced backwards by the tide of overwhelming reporters. Aurors rushed in to save them, and pushed the reporters back.
“If you cannot be civilized then this interview is over.” Draco snarled.
They calmed down and asked the anticipated questions.
“Were you aware Pettigrew was the secret keeper?”
"Did he touch you while he was there? Did he abuse either of you?"
“How do you feel about the betrayer of your parents being set free by the Headmaster?”
“Are you taking custody of Harry now? What about those he’s been staying with?”
This question actually caused Draco to end the questioning by motioning over Aurors to guide them out. He didn't want Harry's relatives to be found or discussed at all. Harry didn't need that, ever.
Not surprisingly, Black took both Harry and Draco to Grimwald place to talk about the future rather then back to Hogwarts. Draco wasn’t upset about this, Harry needed to feel safe with his godfather, and he had no desire to return this early.
Black and Harry talked for hours about the past and Harry’s friendship with Draco, his relationship with his Aunt and Uncle and plans for moving in with Black. Harry asked Draco if he wanted to move here too, surprising Black and pleasing Draco immeasurably, but Draco turned him down. He needed the privacy living at the Manor gave him and his father’s contacts to complete his plans, perhaps in the future.
They decided that there was no need for Harry to ever return to the Dursley’s but Black would visit them and get them to sign the muggle forms to give Black custody of Harry in both worlds. Paperwork was a muggle thing, wizards felt it was unnecessary, custody battles and property arguments were settled with duels or simply assumed by those with magical claim on the child. Black had a magical claim on Harry that Dumbledore might have assumed with Black's imprisonment.
By they time they got back at Hogwarts it was nighttime. Harry and Draco separated to return to their dorms, but Draco was accosted by Quirrell in a dark corridor.
“Mr. Malfoy. Lucius’ son. How interesting that the son of my most loyal servant is consorting with my enemy.”
Draco froze, recognizing immediately that this wasn’t Quirrell but rather Voldemort.
“Professor?” He asked, playing innocent.
“No, Mr. Malfoy. I have been watching you. You show much promise. I am interested in your excuses.”
Draco watched him warily. There wasn’t much he could do. Even if his magic had been at the levels of the previous lifetime, he’d never been a match for Voldemort. It was very possible that he could die right now, without having completed his plans for Harry.
“Professor? What excuses?”
The man chuckled a dark laugh that gave Draco chills and made bile rise in his throat.
He pointed his wand at Draco, and the blonde closed his eyes. His last thoughts were of Harry and weather or not he could count on the voices to send him back another time. Draco felt a compulsion charm and an obliviate before darkness overcame him.
An: Alright this chapter has some serious information, its almost an overload so read careful. I apologize for the wait but my mother was visiting and i wasn't interested in the conversation that would come about if my bible thumping mother knew i was writing gay fanfication about wizards...guh.
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