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The Auror and the Fountain	By : wherdatcomfrom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 5138 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Eleven: Rowena Ravenclaw’s Legacy

            The school year was about to start, just two weeks away, and no progress had been made on locating the antidote. Lucius was becoming surly, as Draco became tense and the work went on. Harry had retrieved Stan from the hospital in Trinidad, visiting Hector for just a bit before leaving and taking the tiny baby with him. He set up a corner of his office as the new nursery for the two babies to share, until he could restore them to their older selves. He hired another caregiver and prepared the older children for school.

            Teddy got a lead on a nest of ex-death eaters and had soon organized a raid, with Harry’s supervision, that captured five of the most notorious villains still on the loose. The only thing that took away from this was the fact that most were well beyond any threat and had to be remanded to the lost cause ward at St. Mungo’s for the duration of their incarceration. And it hardly looked like they would last very long, even there.

            One of the new prisoners, a man named Thorfinn Rowle, admitted to sending Stan Shunpike a note that was spelled to keep anyone but him from reading about the Dark Mark’s extra use. He was one of the ones that had kept Stan on the loose for so long, but he admitted that he hadn’t seen the younger man in months.

            Harry shook his head when Teddy asked his opinion, “He could be telling the truth. I think we have to assume that Stan has met with some other form of foul play. The trail is cold and there haven’t been any other reports. Leave it, Teddy. Don’t lose sleep over this one.” Harry advised him, sick with having to keep this from his godson, but sure that Teddy would be a risk with the knowledge. His grandmother, Andromeda, was nearly at the point of death herself, reaching an age where she was too weak to go on, and Harry couldn’t risk the water on the chance that news got out. He couldn’t revive everyone, especially just those he loved and cared about, because it would be unfair to others.

            So, he kept his secret and hoped for an antidote to be found soon. His days filled with work, and his evening filled with diapers and bottles and playing with his children, real and adopted. Then, on weekends, he would travel to Hogwarts, check on progress and tease his frail libido with the sight of the blond Slytherin Prince that now walked his dreams as a reminder of the only time he had used him for personal gratification. Not that he didn’t want to use him again, but Harry knew that would make it impossible to work with the man, in any professional way.

            Draco was pleasant, never teasing like that day, and he managed to keep Harry updated on his progress or lack thereof, with a modicum of distance. It was a relief in one way, but it also frustrated the auror because he remembered that day all too well, and it hurt that Draco seemed to have turned cold toward him.

            “We have located something of interest, Potter.” Draco said as he arrived two weekends before the start of the new school year. “Come with me.”

            “Is it an antidote?” Harry said. “Even something temporary, perhaps?”

            “It is an answer,” Draco said simply. “In here.” he said pointing to his personal rooms. There were comfortable couches here, and the atmosphere said this was where the family spent a great deal of time together. Narcissa was lounging on a chair, her feet on an ottoman, and a book on her lap. “Mother, Harry is here. He’s come to see what you found.”

            The woman looked up and smiled. “Mr. Potter, Harry. Come in and sit. I have tried to assist my son and my husband, but I am not very good with potions, unlike your mother was. I have been researching in some of our old family books, looking for possible dark magic that could explain the origin of the fountain and its water. I believe I have the answer. Look here,” she said pointing to a crude drawing in an ancient book. The picture was of a fountain just like his in a forest glade, and it was surrounded by benches and pretty flowering trees. It looked almost like the part of the school near where Hagrid’s old cabin had sat. “Yes, you see it, don’t you? It is Hogwarts. That’s where the fountain was created. It was a project of Rowena’s. She craved long life and delved into some powerful magic, with the aid of Slytherin and Hufflepuff. The three created the fountain, set it up in a remote part of the castle grounds and decorated it like a piece of heaven. But, Gryffindor found out, and they all fought over it. It says here that the greed of the eternal youth spring was discovered by the magicians outside the castle’s wards and there was a rush to get inside. They had to lock the castle away from everyone for months. This is the source of the original wards around the castle grounds and the anti-aparation field. Finally, unable to destroy the fountain, for the magic was too strong, or to keep the public out, they decided to send it away. They spelled it far from the grounds, warded it and hid all knowledge of it by confounding everyone who was within the area. This worked, but a few had escaped or were on the fringe of the area affected and the legend of the Fountain of Youth was spread. They chose the new world, for the sake of excitement, and had no idea if it was truly there. The fact that you found it means that the founders' wards are weak. Whether an antidote is found or not, the wards must be redone, Harry. You are going to have to find four strong wizards, either descended, or otherwise affiliated with the houses, and redo those wards, or bedlam is the next step. You won’t be able to keep this secret forever.” and when Narcissa stopped, she closed the book and watched him with interest.

            “You are right, of course. I think I even know who I would choose to help with it, but I still hold out hope for that cure. Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy. I appreciate your help in finding out all that. Draco, can I speak to you, in private.” Harry said, his stomach flip-flopping over the idea of being alone with the blond regardless of his recent treatment.

            “I really am busy, Potter.” Draco said with a sneer as he hedged, but a mild cough from his mother stopped his words. She was glaring at him in embarrassment and he quickly nodded her way before leading Harry out of the door. In the hall he said, “Follow me, my office is vacant at this time.”

            Harry followed, his heart beating so hard he was sure that Draco could hear it from where he strode ahead. He took a few deep breaths as the blond opened the door and let him precede inside. “Private enough for you, Potter?”

            “I thought you were going to call me Harry?” the auror said as he turned back and gave Draco a scathing look. “We can’t be friends if you insist on calling me by my last name. And what have I done that has brought on this bout of cold, pure-blood indifference from you?”

            “I didn’t realize I was wounding your Gryffindor pride again, Harry. I am under a lot of stress, my family is under that stress, as well. My father may look younger, but he hates owing you a debt and that is taking the years back nearly as fast as he has gained them. And I thought you were going to call me . . . never mind.” Draco cut himself off.

            “I don’t want your father to be sick over this. I never intended that. Besides, it’s his pride that is causing it, not me. Just tell him to relax and do his best, I don’t expect more than that. From what your mother said, it may be that the spell is too strong even for him. And what was I supposedly going to call you, now?” Harry argued back.

            “Ferret!” Draco snapped, his ire overriding his caution. “Don’t tell me you’ve already forgotten! I can’t keep this up, I have a limit and you keep straining it!”

            “Me? What have I done? I haven’t said anything, and I haven’t done anything wrong. Tell me, Ferret? Tell me what I’m doing that is so wrong?” Harry yelled for one second wondering if the room was soundproofed.

            “You keep talking about friendship, about working together and then you treat me like a business associate, someone that you go to with a broken broom and expect to pick it up in a few days, all repaired and ready to use for riding away forever. That isn’t friendship, at least not the way I understand it.” Draco returned.

            “How many friends have you ever had, Malfoy?” Harry snapped and Draco reacted. He turned quickly and stepped up to the auror, slapped Harry soundly across the face and growled. “Sorry,” Harry responded, holding his cheek and standing his ground. “That was uncalled for.”

            “And only hurt because it was true.” Draco admitted. “Look, I think we are better enemies than friends. We have more experience with it. And when it comes to us, there is far too much passion to change this easily.”

            “Passion? An odd choice of words, Draco. Maybe we have the wrong idea. Think about it, Ferret. Passionate enemies cannot become casual friends.” Harry said with an embarrassed blush. “The emotions are too strong for that.”

            “And what is the answer then, Harry? What do we do with all this?” Draco asked, his voice higher than he planned.

            “Passion. Think about it.” Harry said as he walked past and out of the door.

            “Shit!” Draco said to the empty room.

Sorry that it was so short, but as a consolation, the next chapter is called Passion!
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