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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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Yay updates and for those of you who wanted Harry POV here is some.
Chapter first summer together
Just before Harry left the train to find Sirius, he handed Draco a book. It was a simple black leather bound journal and Draco pressed it to his chest after seeing that “Harry’s” was carved into the front. He knew it was precious even without knowing exactly what was inside. Harry’s thoughts were his hide away, the only part of him no one had access to, and he was giving them to Draco. Harry winked and Draco watched him leave.
His father said nothing to him when they met, just grabbed him and apparated them to the manor. Lucius interrogated Draco for hours about school but Draco told him only facts and almost nothing about Harry. He was well practiced in avoidance by this time and his father's mounting frustration was most enjoyable. He left his father's study in a good mood. Draco nearly ran to his room, so eager was he to read Harry’s thoughts. When he arrived in his room he put the book down reverently on the bed and soothed the warn leather. He had other things he needed to take care of before he lost himself.
“Dobby.” The little elf popped in immediately but Draco didn’t turn to him. “Anything to report?”
“Yes Master Draco. Master has something evil, something is a danger to Great Harry Potter. He mutters it sir. Always muttering.” He rambled a little bit and Draco let him. There were so many choices, so many paths Draco could take. He could have Dobby get the book and bring it to him, bypassing the whole thing, but then Harry wouldn’t face the basilisk. He wouldn’t get bitten and therefore wouldn’t have that venom in his veins rendering him invulnerable to poison. Draco knew Harry had been unpoisonable in the previous time because he’d been aware of numerous attempts before he changed sides. None of them ever had any effect and The knowledge from the voices told him it was due to Harry’s blood and its infusion with both Basilisk venom and Phoenix tears.
“Alright. Harry’s not at his Aunt and Uncle’s anymore. His godfather was declaired innocent and took custody.” Draco remembered how horrible Kreature was to Black and Harry. “They have a house elf but he’s insane.” Dobby nodded knowingly and Draco assumed that the obsessed elf had already known this.
“Do you still want to take care of him?”
Dobby nodded vigorously and his ears slapped the sides of his face.
“Okay, we have a few options then. I could somehow trick father into freeing you, send you to Harry and you could take care of him that way, but I know you’re not as powerful without a bond.” Dobby nodded less vigorously and stepped forward in eagerness for Draco’s other options.
“Father won’t miss you here; we have plenty of other elves. I could order you to take care of them and make it look like their elf is doing it.”
“Then Dobby could be taking care of Master Draco if he needs too!” Draco smiled at the little creature, humbled by his desire to continue taking care of him.
“Yes, that I could. Is that how you wish it?”
“Whatever Master Draco is thinking.”
Draco shook his head in fond exasperation.
“Alright that is what you will do then. Don’t do to much, I don’t want them to suspect. Let me know if they do.”
Dobby launched himself at Draco’s legs and nearly knocked him onto the bed. “Master Draco is the greatest wizard, letting Dobby take care of him and Great Harry Potter too!!”
“Alright, Alright, get off me. Go on now.”
Dobby popped away with a squeek and Draco decided to make a quick list of things he needed to take care of this summer to organize his mind.
-Pettigrew
Draco didn’t want his notes to get in the wrong hands if for some reason he was unable to burn it so he wrote as little as possible, just enough to remind himself. He could find Pettigrew at any time but he still didn’t have a plan for what to do with him. The rat was an ineffective servant, only doing the bear minimum for Voldemort and only out of fear. With him Voldemort could only do so much. Draco wanted to plant a ritual he’d been working on. It created an subtle but easily utilized weakness in any new body it created and would use Voldemort’s horcruxes to fuel it. If all went according to plan. Draco would have destroyed all but one horcrux so once Voldemort returned to his body he would be mortal. The weakness would be his reliance on a certain potion. The ingredients were all fairly common but the potion needed to brew for three months and was very complicated, but had to be taken every day. This would serve Draco's plans in lots of ways. It would ensure Severus' safety as Voldemort's Potion Master and was a safetly net for Harry.
This of course created other problems. How could he get Voldemort to use a the specific horcrux that Draco had left untouched. He wanted Voldemort to use the cup in Lestranges vault, that would be the one he’d use if Draco was in Voldemort’s place. Bellatrix already knew the cup was important so it wasn’t exposing another’s location. Because Voldemort was incapacitated he’d have to get someone to bring it to him. He wouldn’t want to expose the locations of the ring or locket. Right now, Voldemort thought he was the only one who knew of their locations. Unfortunately for him, Draco had the ring and would be retrieving the locket from the cave as soon as possible.
Voldemort’s best choice would be either the journal his father was about to wantonly use or the cup in Gringotts vault. The easiest accessed was of course Lucius’ book. Draco decided to let his father take the fall for that himself. He wrote:
-allow hor. Chamber take place
in his notes.
He would help Harry out. It had worked out last time, surely it would in this time as well.
-Crouch Jr.
This was something of a puzzle for Draco. He wasn’t sure if the Aurors had already searched Crouch’s house after his misdeeds were unveiled. If they had they would have discovered Crouch Jr. there and it would be in the paper. However, nothing had been written about it during school. He’d have to get a subscription at the Manor to keep up with things. His father wouldn’t be happy if he was asking questions.
If Pettigrew got a hold of his plans then he wouldn’t need Crouch Jr. but then who would impersonate Moody and get Harry into the Tournament.
Draco put his head in his hands. It was beginning to become to much. He was only 20 and even though he was of age, it wasn’t even his prime to wizard standards. What he needed was an assistant, someone who would do what he said without question but was intelligent enough to help him plan. What he needed was a reliable house elf.
-new house elf
-cave
He needed to get to the cave soon and at least acquire the locket the knowledge from the voices told him where Voldemort hid them but not the traps on them or any of their protections. He was worried that he wouldn’t be able to do this alone.
-stone
Draco nearly hit himself for forgetting about it. If his father had found it..
He called the house elf from last summer who’d taken and hidden the stone for him and asked for it. It was blood red and lumpy, fairly buzzing with magical energy. Someone who was unfamiliar with magical items might have dismissed it as an oddly formed ruby but Draco could feel its enchantments. He wasn’t interested in living forever, at least not without Harry, but he was interested in unlimited wealth.
He frowned and turned it in his hands. How did it work?
-Flamell
There wasn’t a users manual for this type of magical item. Each was individual to its creator. Only Flamell knew how it worked and there wasn’t much chance of getting the old man to simply tell him. How could he figure it out? Summer project.
-training
This was the focus for the summer. He and Harry were going to put together the knowledge gathered by their experiments and create new spells as well as training and learning the ones already in public circulation. He wondered if Black would permit them to gather tutors to help them.
-Harry’s journal
This was last but certainly not least. Draco was nearly frantic to delve into his love's secrets. He wondered if he’d need to reciprocate.
He memorized the list and formulated the thoughts behind them in his mind behind his occlumency shields and then burned it.
Quite a few of these could be taken care of immediately. He strolled casually to his father’s office, informed him that he needed to go shopping. His father would have rolled his eyes, if that had been in fashion. Since it wasn’t, he simply nodded and escorted Draco the Diagon Alley.
As soon as his father was settled in his pureblood tea shop, he went to Gringotts. Draco collected his considerable winnings from the gambling section and opened his own vault. His winnings totaled at 100,000 galleons, more then Draco would ever have in his trust vault at one time. The goblins growled at him, tried to get him to gamble it on something, but Draco turned them down. There are two types of power that goblins respect, money and strength. They hated to see any gold leave their hands.
His next stop was the House elf shop. He hated coming here even in the previous time before he turned to Harry. The elves were jammed into cages, naked, hungry. Their sharp voices and cries begged him to be their master, let them take care of him.
He stopped at the counter and cleared his throat.
“Can I help you.” Draco was surprised by the shopkeep as he always was. One would expect such a place to be owned by a dirty man with a hunch and dark beady eyes. Instead, a little woman chubby woman in a brightly colored robe, greeted him with a sweet smile. Draco assumed it was just proof that evil came in all forms.
“Are you looking for a house elf for your family deary?” Draco blinked but nodded. He would bind the elf to himself rather then his line but she didn’t need to know that.
“Father is looking for a spacificly talented elf. I need to find one that meets his specifications.”
She nodded sagely and pulled out a scroll. She dropped the bottom and let it roll along the floor.
“Alrighty, what is it that your father is looking for.”
“He wants one that isn’t excitable, isn’t going to balk at doing things he doesn’t want me to know about. He wants one that’s intelligent, almost too intelligent, and has experience in dark homes. It needs to be able to read and make decisions but will be completely loyal.”
The oddly homey looking woman perused the scroll, humming under her breath and occasionally saying “oh!..no…no..”
Eventually she stopped on one and waved her wand. A male elf popped into existence. His demeanor was solemn. His bearing was regal for a house elf. He looked Draco over and bowed his head. Draco liked the intelligence he saw in the elf’s eyes. His decision was nearly made when the elf ignored his captor completely. He knew that these elves were not bound to the shop and were held here by wizard magic and their own desire to find a master.
“This one matches your father’s specifications. I’ll just ring him up deary.” Draco sneered at her and turned his back while casting a privacy spell. This spell would muffle not only the sound but also the sight of them.
“I’m not here for my father.” Draco told the elf. The regal elf nodded once and his eyes betrayed curiosity uncharacteristic to an elf.
“You are intelligent I can see that. I need an assistant someone who will be loyal to me rather then my father.” The elf nodded and leaned towards him exhibiting an excitement he’d come to recognize.
“Right well what is your name.” The elf shook his head and pointed to his mouth. Draco smirked, knocked down the spell and turned on the cheery woman.
“Were you not going to tell me it is mute?”
She smiled innocently and shook her head. “Of course I was going to tell you, I’ve even taken it off of his price.” Draco sneered at her again but payed the price she asked for. He didn’t care how much the elf was, he wanted it.
Once out of the shop he told the elf to bond to him, which it did.
“I despise those cheery elf names, I will call you Reginald, or Reg for sort.” The elf nodded with a shy smile and Draco patted it. He rather liked that the elf was mute, house elf voices got on his nerves.
“Dobby.” Draco called out and both he and his new elf only had to wait for a moment before Dobby popped into exhistance beside them.
“Master Draco called? OH! Why is Master Draco needing a new elf? Dobby could have taken care of him!” Draco cut him of with a harsh hand gesture.
“Dobby, You are needed to take care of Harry and cannot respond to me as quickly as I need, besides you ultimately answer to my Father. I needed an elf who would answer to me only. I called you here to introduce you. This is Reginald. I need you to take him to the manor and introduce him to the other elves.” Both elves nodded and then popped away.
Draco apparated back to Diagon alley, ran to the book store and bought random books that he barely even looked at. Then he went to Madam Malkin’s and other clothing stores and purchased clothing on the rack. Next was the Apothicary, though he did look at his purchases here. It wasn’t important what he bought, just that he had enough bags to make it look like a necessary trip.
His father asked where he’d gone absently and nodded occasionally as Draco responded, without really listening.
Reg took care of his room and new items and Draco curled up on his bed to open Harry’s journal.
July 31
Hello,
I’ve never had a journal before, never had anything that was really mine before. I’m not really sure what to write in a journal.
Today is my birthday, the first birthday I’ve ever celebrated. It was amazing. I’m a WIZARD??!! How do you go to sleep a freak and wake up a wizard? How is that done?
A big man named Hagrid told me and then he proved it by taking me to Diagonally or something, (isn’t that a math term?) a shopping place for wizards. I didn’t believe him, didn’t believe he had the right boy. Even after he took me to my parents vault in the bank owned by goblins (GOBLINS BLOODY HELL) I didn’t believe him. I mean he had my key, it wasn’t like I gave it to him. He still could have had the wrong boy.
I wasn’t even sure that I really wanted to be a wizard, everything was crazy and loud and people kept shaking my hand and yelling at me, yelling at Harry Potter. I wasn’t sure until I met him, Draco Malfoy. He’s so great.
I ran away from Hagrid because he said Draco was bad, but he was so sad looking and he was so lonely and nice to me. He showed me around, all the books (oh there's these books I can read that Draco told me not to tell anyone about but I don’t think anyone is going to read you so I’ll put it here to remind myself) and cauldrons and helped me pick out my owl Hedwig. I was starting to get really sad because I wasn’t the right boy and not only were they going to take these things back but Draco wouldn’t be my friend anymore, even though Draco was so accepting, but then we went to get wands.
It was like the universe opened up when I touched the right one. (By the way Olivander is a creepy man who I don’t like because he was rude to my friend, Draco) I knew then that I was the right boy. That I was a wizard, though I still don’t know why every one knows me. If they all knew me and like me then why did they leave me with them?
Anyway, I probably wont be able to write again until I leave for school. I don’t want my Uncle to know I’m writing in a journal, he’ll take it away.
I’m in Dudley’s second room rather then my cupboard and it makes me uncomfortable, the door doesn’t lock and the walls are so far away. I feel really open and scared. I miss the darkness and the spiders. I wonder if I’ll be able to get to sleep tonight.
I can’t wait for school!! And Draco!!!
Okay well, goodnight Journal.
Harry Potter
Draco put the journal on his chest and took a deep breath. It was heartbreaking reading Harry’s words and thoughts. He wanted to kill the Dursleys for making Harry feel this way, instead he pulled the journal down and read the next entry.
September 1,
Guess what Jounal?? Draco still wants to be my friend. We met on the train and at first I couldn’t find him and thought he’d wanted someone else to be his friend, but then he called out to me and pulled me into his compartment.
He even huged me!! I’ve never been hugged before, so I wasn’t really sure what to do but he didn’t pull away and was really slow. I wonder if he knows, no probably he knows what its like. I forgot to tell you last time that I think Draco’s dad is like Uncle Vernon.
I found out that I was right on the train. I didn’t want to ask, but I got Draco in trouble and I felt really guilty so I had to ask. He said it wasn’t bad but I know that means it wasn’t any worse then normal and that it happens probably just as often for him as it does for me. Oh well at least we’re both at school now.
I’m in Hufflepuff and Draco is in Ravelclaw. Its sad that we’re not in the same house but I couldn’t let Neville be alone. He’s a boy we met on the train, he’s really scared and stuff and I can’t help but want to protect him. He’s the kind of kid that Dudley would squash in a second. I want to help him to be strong like Draco and me. He told me that his Grandma is mean to him, but I think its just words and not fists like it is with Draco and me.
Draco was so great on the train, he taught me a spell. LUMOS I can still do it and have frequently inside my bed curtains. The bed is so comfortable here, its so much bigger then the cot in Dudley’s second room.
Anyway I want to make sure that I know this spell so Draco will be proud of me. I read all my books like he said he was going to so that I could know things. It was so great to be able to be smart again. I’m so tired of pretending to be stupider then Dudley. Draco and I argued on the train about theories and stuff. At first I was afraid to disagree but he was so happy to have someone to talk with that I couldn’t disappoint him.
I cast a spell Accio and even though I messed it up, Draco told me that it was good. He’s so good to me.
Something weird happened when I was walking to the train. There was this woman who was yelling about muggles. I ignored her as stupid and her kids looked kind of dumb too. When I told Draco he said that maybe she was like a helper for lost mugglebornes or muggle raised kids like me but I think she was after me specifically. I’m still not sure why but I didn’t tell Draco. It sounds paranoid. Why would anyone be after me? I’m just a freak.
One of her kids came into Draco’s compartment uninvited as well as a loud blond girl and lots of kids collecting their frogs, (that’s how I messed up the spell, I called all the frogs on the train, god I’m such a mess up) anyway Draco called him Weasel which was funny and made them all leave when he saw they were making me uncomfortable. They all wanted to meet Harry Potter, the boy from those books that killed some wizard, but I don’t think I’m him. I don’t want to be him. I want to be Draco’s friend Harry.
I asked Draco about that whole thing and he told me that the books may not be right. He said that no one was there but my parents, me, and Voldeguy so how could they know. I have these dreams sometimes about a green light and a scream and evil laughter and I think that’s what happened, but its not clear so I don’t know. I wonder if I should tell Draco, no he’ll probably stop being my friend. Who wants to be the friend of a cry baby, not someone like Draco.
Um..what was I…OH Draco made them leave and even though sometimes he was kind of rude I knew he was only being that way to protect himself and me. I protect myself by being quiet and he does it by being mean. He told me about that, that you had to pretend to be what they expected you to be, but I’m not really sure who they are. I guess it’s everyone who’s not Draco. Oh well.
I’ve decided to be Neville’s friend and I hope that Draco will be his friend to. If Draco doesn’t want to I wont make him, he might leave me if I push to hard, but he might.
OH! and Hogwarts is a castle! How cool is that. I get to live in a castle. Draco just looked like he expected it so I didn't make the faces I wanted to but its so beautiful. I bet he lives in something just like this. or maybe something bigger and that's why he looked so borde.
Well I’m tired and I have classes tomorrow. I’m so excited, I hope I have some with Draco.
Goodnight Journal.
Harry a Hufflepuff.
Draco was rather floored by the importance Harry put on their friendship. He wondered if there were things Harry had chosen not to do because of Draco and felt guilty. He shook it off, there wasn’t anything he could do now and if the journal gave him knowledge to that fact then he would speak to Harry about it.
He decided to wait on reading more as it was late and fell asleep to nightmares of him taking advantage of his Harry.
An: Voldemort won because Dumbledore died before he could tell Harry about the horcruxes. It was interesting to me that Severus' quick action was all that saved them from certain doom, but it was so down played in the book. I had a question: what would have happened if Severus was out of the school that day? and here we are.
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