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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 Thirteen: Where do we go now?

            The morning came early. Harry woke before dawn, his head filled with a ringing that he soon recognized as his magic baby alarm. He rushed down the stairs, feeling something missing, and checked on the nursery. Baby Stan was crying, hungry, Harry assumed. His nursery mate slept on, unaware that anything was going on around her. The twins were fine, finally sleeping through the night and so Harry carried his burden into the kitchen and got the little boy a bottle. He sat at the table, his robe falling open as he fed the baby and noticed the note on the table.

“Harry,

            I had to leave. Can’t be bursting into the headmaster’s office before breakfast smelling like “hot sex”. I am a teacher, you know. I don’t regret anything, and I hope you feel the same. This is as close to a confession as you get, Gryffindor. I am still a Slytherin, you know. If you need me, just call. I am always here.

            Draco (Ferret)”

            Harry smiled as he read this, deciding that it was the lack of Malfoy in his room he was feeling earlier and he held that sappy look as he fed the baby, changed him and then went to take a much needed shower.

            His day consisted of feeding Sissy, then the twins, dressing all four babies and having them ready for their daycare so that he could go to work. He had to contact Kingsley Shacklebolt today, as well as Myron Wagtail. They were more important now than his own concerns and if he were right, they would be the perfect choices for his project. Kingsley was said to be a direct descendent of Rowena Ravenclaw’s sister, Rabinia. And Myron was the great, great etc. grandnephew of Helena Hufflepuff as well as a talented musician, the lead singer from the old group, the Weird Sisters. Harry would take the part of Gryffindor of course, and Lucius would have to be their Slytherin. It would be a strong group and the wards should last for nearly as long as they had originally. He hoped that when they broke down next, someone with a modicum of sense and some self-control would find the strength to redo them again.

            He finished his paperwork, making what excuses he could for his departments lack of ability to find the missing death eater, and then sending them off to the minister, his hope that the man would accept this until he had redone the wards and the spells that kept the fountain safe from detection and entry. This way when the truth was forced from him, the damage would be contained to those already affected and no one would be able to add their own demise to it. Harry had hidden the remaining water from his canteen in a safe place and was unconcerned about it, but he didn’t trust anyone with the whereabouts of the fountain in their condition.

            Kingsley was nearly eighty-five years old and his body was not yet as weak as that of Arthur or Lucius. It was odd how some had felt the effects of age more than others in the world. Harry had always respected the man, and that respect was well owed as the dark man was powerful beyond his own abilities and had long ago shown Harry just how loyal and honorable he was. His intelligence was his greatest asset as he prized learning and had studied hard for many years. His time as minister had been a great era for wizarding kind and everyone knew his name.

            Harry sat at his table, making small talk with the man and skirting the issue he was now afraid to broach. Kingsley would have nothing of that. “What did you come here for, Harry?” he asked and Harry blanched. “I have very few casual guests these days. Come on, out with it.”

            “I have found something. It is very dangerous and its own safety wards are breaking down. We are fairly certain that they were set by the founders, and that the item in question was a creation of Ravenclaw’s. I need to set up a new team to reset the wards and make the area unplottable. And, I have very little time, before it becomes public knowledge. Will you help me?” Harry asked, his hands twitching in his lap.

            “Will you tell me what you have found first?” Kingsley asked.

            “It is a fountain. It has a magic that is strong and irreversible. I’m afraid that when word gets out, it will be the cause of a great deal of misery.” Harry said and his hands froze in concern. “Kingsley, it is the Fountain of Youth.” Harry added.

            The man stared at him, his old eyes wrinkling harder as he considered the ramifications. He looked at Harry for some time before he spoke, then his words seemed even more tired and worn than the auror remembered. “You have made your point, but Harry, I am myself very old. How do I come to be one of your choices in this?” he asked.

            “You are the most powerful man that I know and you are of the same line as Ravenclaw, though you were placed in Gryffindor. And I trust you, sir.” Harry said.

            “And if I am too old to aid you?” the man asked as Harry squirmed.

            “I am prepared to offer you just enough of the water to make you better able to help, if it is your wish. But, I do not think you will need it.” Harry said his voice dropping to a mere whisper at the last phrase.

            Kingsley laughed as he heard these words. His voice was loose and free, the laughter seeming to be a medicine to a weary heart. “And you would be correct auror. I am not in need of this, and would never ask for it. If it is the will of the gods that I die, I will go with no regrets. I have lived long and well, tending to what I needed as it came. I have no desire to live forever and I often long to see my old friends that have gone before me. Do not fear Harry Potter, I will be your Ravenclaw. Now, tell me of our other sides to this cube of power.” he said and Harry explained his plan.

            Kingsley nodded and when Harry left he handed him a coin, intended to inform him of the time to set the wards. It would also act as a portkey with the signal phrase, the one that Draco had told him and shared after Harry agreed to stand up for him if it came to a charge. The making of Portkeys was strictly prohibited and though Harry as an auror was given leeway, most others were subject to intense fines and sometimes other punishments.

            Harry continued on to his next appointment.

            The meeting with Myron Wagtail went even better, the man never even asking what it was that the auror’s office wanted warded. He told Harry that he owed him a personal debt, as his group was playing in Hogsmeade on the day of the final battle and was evacuated thanks to the warning that was sent through Harry’s people.

            His group had been his family back then and he had always felt a desire to repay the boy-who-lived for their safety.

            Now, all that was left was to speak with Lucius, get his agreement, and then to set up the warding. Narcissa had found the keys to the spells they needed and was gathering the needed ingredients and spells, but she did not know that her husband was meant to be part of the group that would use them, and he wasn’t sure if she would continue in her help if she did. It was a chance he had to take, unwilling to deceive the woman who had saved his life one dark day.

                Lucius was silent, his temper held in check at the interruption in his work only by the hand of the woman at his side. Harry sat opposite, wary of the man’s mood and unprepared for his outburst, should one come. “Are you saying that you need me to help you with this, as well?” Lucius asked.

            “Yes sir. I’m afraid that there is no one else powerful enough to take the part of Slytherin, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else, either. Unless you do this, I will have to ask Draco and there is danger involved.” Harry said. Lucius looked sharply at him at the mention of Draco and danger in the same sentence. The man was still viciously protective of his son.

            “If there is no chance that the potion is reversible then this would certainly suffice in repaying my debt, I suppose. I will still work with Draco on the antidote, Mr. Potter, in exchange for my wife’s portion of the elixir. Include me in your plans and inform me when you are ready.” the man said and Harry handed him one of his special coins. Lucius looked at it curiously, then nodded and put it into his pocket.

            Draco chose that moment to enter the room, between two classes and out of breath. “Scorpius said he’d heard you were here. I have an hour between classes. What’s up?” the blond asked and his parents looked at him with raised eyebrows. Harry hid his smile behind his hand as Narcissa tilted her head and spoke in an even voice.

            “We were discussing the plans to seal off the clearing around the fountain. Was there anything you felt a need to add, son?” she said and Draco looked at her, straightened up and regained his usual composure, taking a breath and looking at his father as well.

            “I am pleased that the plans are coming along. Who have you chosen for this part, Potter?” he asked, turning to Harry and failing at his attempt to keep his emotion, the passion of earlier that morning, from his eyes.

            “Kingsley Shacklebolt will be our Ravenclaw, Myron Wagtail is acting as Hufflepuff and I will take the part of Gryffindor.” Harry began and Draco nodded in approval. “I’ve asked your father to be Slytherin. He is more than qualified and has agreed, based on his debt to me.”

            Draco looked shocked then this faded to understanding as he realized this was a solution to his father’s stress, as well. With this to alleviate his burden, Lucius would be able to work on the antidote without the added pressure. “A very good choice. I can think of no better Slytherin. Who will be your secret keeper?” Draco asked. Harry looked away and then turned back with a distant look on his face. “What?” Draco asked.

            “I think that one of the problems with the original spell was that it depended on the life of the secret keeper. It worked for a long time, and I don't know who they used, but we need to use someone who will last long enough to keep the spell going, in other words - forever. I think I have a solution. I have asked a goblin to do this for me. He requires a fee, but there is no reason for a goblin to desire youth for himself. I have something that he does want, though." Harry explained and that was the last it was mentioned. He had been afraid that the Malfoys would disapprove of a magical creature's involvement, but they had just nodded in acceptance.

            "My parents are too observant, you know?" Draco said as he stepped into the potions classroom. It was pristine now; no sign that it had been a disaster at the end of the last year, or that there had been several classes through it on this very day. Draco ran an even tighter ship than Snape had in his time as potions professor.

            "Your parents are amazing. I had my doubts about you all, once. Now, let's just say, I have learned a few things in my life. Pure-bloods, half-bloods, muggle-borns, it doesn't make a person good, doesn't make them bad, just makes categories to stick them into. I prefer to think of everyone as a person, magic or not, and see how they treat others. Your mother saved my life; your father risked everything to find you. They are special. No doubt about it." Harry told him.

            "I'm talking about them noticing that I care for you a bit more than I used to. But, if you want to rave about my family so much. How about me? What is special about me?" Draco said leaning against his desk. "I could use some ego-stroking."

            "The last thing you need is a stroked ego. You've got everything. Looks, money, breeding and a sexy arse. What more do you need?" Harry gushed. Draco paled at the compliments, not really expecting the man to follow through. He was rendered speechless and Harry laughed out loud. "You can't be surprised. Did you think I hadn't noticed, or did you just not know?" he asked.

            "I never expected you to admit it." Draco tried for haughty, but it came out too raspy. "You are something, Harry Potter."

            "And I thought you only had an hour. Are we really going to waste it on a compliment duel?" Harry asked, pulling Draco to him and latching onto his lips, the kiss far hungrier than Draco had ever felt in his entire life. Harry gave new meaning to being devoured by love. When he released the blond, Draco stared at him, so close that he could count the other man's eyelashes, bordering the passion filled green eyes.

            "If we keep this up, we may both need another tiny bath in your waters, Harry. I'm older than I look." Draco teased, watching his lover intently. Harry smiled wickedly, his eyes squinting slightly, but never looking away.

            "I'd give it to you, you know? I think I've already fallen that hard." the dark-haired wizard said, the smile that followed only slightly humorous.

            "And, I won't ask. That's how much I've come to care. You have ruined me, Potter. I can't call myself a Slytherin, if I'm not willing to do something as easy as taking advantage of your feelings. How will I face my students?" As if on cue, a tone rang out and Harry looked up. Draco sighed. "My alarm spell. It tells me I have only a few minutes before the next class arrives." he admitted. Harry reluctantly released him, smoothing both of their robes as Draco un-mussed his hair. He looked up, wondering what would happen next, but had not even posed the question, when Harry spoke.

            "I'd like for you to spend the night, again. My floo will be open, tonight." and the green eyes twinkled at him. "I've got to go. I promised to tell Teddy what was going on, and I have to get the twins, and all, settled for the night. Tell my kids that I'm sorry I missed them. I really don't have time to stop in, this trip." Draco nodded and Harry headed for the door. He stepped out, just as the first of the third year Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs came in.



            Harry finally reached his cottage just after Agatha had fed the babies, put the two tiny ones to sleep and was wrestling Fred out of the tub. He quickly took over, wrapping his son in a towel and scolding him half-heartedly about his behavior. Maggie was easier to retrieve and, when she was similarly swaddled, Agatha handed her to her father and stepped back.

            "Tha's the way a family shou'd look. Appy an' tired. You free git sum res, an ah'l be back ina mornin'." the elder witch said, with a smug smile. She had departed, out Harry's floo, before he had managed to diaper his two youngest and gotten them into their jammies. Fred kept sneaking away, half-clothed, and into whatever he could find, while Maggie just kept her father busy with kisses and tugs at his face.

            Finally, he sat in the rocker, held them close and rocked them to sleep. He smiled at them both, took them to their room, and tucked them in for the night, casting his alarms so that they would not wake unheard, but so that they would not be awakened by the arrival of the blond, or anything that might occur.

            This weekend, they would reset the wards on the fountain, sealing it off from the public at large, but tonight he was free to be the man he was, just a man, in love for the last time in his life. The children were to floo in on Saturday afternoon and spend the rest of the day with him, after he was finished with this case.

            He made one last stop before going to his room. He stepped into his office that had been turned into a temporary nursery and crouched down next to one of the tiny basinets. He looked at the tiny red-haired girl that had been his wife and felt the twinge of guilt he knew he had expected. "Ginny? I'm sorry for this. I really am. But, I'm not going to apologize for anything else. I loved you, once. You loved me, too. But, that was a long time ago. You knew it, just like I did. Now, when I get you back to normal, we'll talk all this out, but I don't think it will ever go back to the way it was before. We'll both be happier away from each other. I promise." he told the sleeping baby this in a voice that would be guaranteed not to wake her. His words were more for his own conscience than the infant his wife had become. She wouldn't understand, until he had cured her of the effects of the fountain's water, at least.

            Harry left the room, just as the floo flared in his parlor. He took only one look at the closed door before he smiled in greeting for his guest.
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