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The End Shall Come, And We Will Dance Forever	By : makochan0217 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6654 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, and Warner Bros. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

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Disclaimers: Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling, Scholastic Publishing, Warner Bros, and some other companies that are NOT me. I make nothing from this. In fact, I lose money to write this, so… no suing, ‘kay?

Warnings: Angst, language, OOC, 7th year timeline based upon OotP – Disregarding HBP and DH, slash, gore

Chapter Thirteen – Scare Me to Death

“She’s alive, Draco,” Harry yelled, forcing the blond to look up from his breakfast with a confused look on his face. “She’s alive!”

“Who, Harry?”

“Your mother, she’s still alive.” Draco could literally feel himself pale and his stomach heaved rebelliously.

“What?” he asked carefully. “How?”

The Gryffindor looked around the Great Hall and blushed as the eyes of the other students settled on the two of them, and it appeared that some of the Slytherins were trying to listen in on their conversation. ‘To take back to their Master, no doubt,’ Draco thought spitefully before grabbing Harry’s hand and dragging him out to the Entrance Hall.

“How do you know that, Harry?” he asked again, his voice barely a whisper.

“I… uh… had a vision last night,” the black -boy said, blushing and trying to tug his hand free from Draco’s grip. The blond let him go with only a little hesitance and then processed what he’d just heard.

“Did you… see her?”

“No,” Harry said, sounding guilty. “Voldemort,” Draco shivered at the casual usage of that monster’s name, but said nothing, “he only told Bella that she had to stop torturing her.”

Draco gave a shaky sigh before his knees gave out and he crashed to the stone floor in a shivering heap. “She’s alive. She’s alive. She’s alive.” He repeated the sentence over and over until a warm hand landed on his shoulder. He looked up into worried, but happy, green eyes and felt the desire to cry. “She’s really alive?”

“Yes,” was the reply he got before Harry knelt down beside him. “Are you going to be okay?”

“I don’t know yet,” he answered, hysteria creeping up on him slowly. “Ask me again later.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ginny Weasley felt her hand squeezed by her long-time friend, neighbor, and – most importantly – girlfriend, Luna Lovegood, as they sat at the Ravenclaw table for breakfast. They had just watched as her ex-boyfriend dragged his longtime rival from the Great Hall, whispering excitedly. “What do you think that’s about, Luna?” she asked, her eyes still fixed on the open doors where the two boys disappeared.

“Hm, it is curious, but, Ginny, perhaps Harry discovered a Wrackspurt?” Luna said in her usual dreamy tone.

“I don’t think so, Lovegood,” Terry Boot said, his voice almost as sneering as Draco Malfoy’s. “I bet it has to do with the mutual appreciation society they’ve set up.”

“Their what?” Ginny asked, turning to the older boy.

“You mean you didn’t hear, Weasley? Malfoy and Potter are almost always together now. Longbottom is their little tag-a-long.” He sneered before staring at both girls again. “I guess you dumping him turned him gay too.”

“Terry, that’s a very stupid thing to say,” Luna said sharply, before turning her attention back to Ginny with a secretive smile. “It is nice to see the two of them getting along so well, however. Harry deserves an easier year, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, he does,” the redhead answered automatically, mind spinning out of control as she tried to process everything. “Why did it take us so long to notice this?”

“Oh, I noticed it when Malfoy returned, but I figured you had as well,” her girlfriend replied, squeezing her hand again. A warm feeling traveled up Ginny’s spine and made her smile before she turned and kissed the blond e on her cheek.

“Don’t ever change, Luna.”

“But everything changes, Ginny. Well, everything but Wrackspurts.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Hermione walked with the other seventh years to the Potions lesson, her mind a million miles away – back to the scene with Harry and Malfoy, to be exact. ‘When did they become so close that he runs to him before joining the rest of us?’ she asked herself. ‘What changed this year?’

“Can you believe that scene they caused?” Ron asked quietly, dragging his girlfriend’s attention back to where they were going.

“Hm?” she murmured. “Oh, you mean Harry and Malfoy? Yes, I was just thinking about that.”

“Yeah, what the hell was that about?” he demanded.

“You know as much as I do, Ronald.”

“It’s just too weird! Harry has changed too much!”

“Well, something must have made him see some good in Malfoy.”

“Or You Know Who has finally taken over his mind, and Malfoy’s following Harry’s directions in the school.”

“What are you talking about?” she nearly screeched. “Have you lost your mind?” Looking up, she could see the two boys in question, whispering by the Potions door, Neville with them as well. “I don’t know what’s happening, any more than you do, but I’d rather not jump to conclusions.”

“But, Hermione, it’s just too much!” She took the time to actually look at Ron, and noticed that his face was pale, except for two bright spots of red, which indicated that he was about two seconds from blowing what cool he was keeping. “Harry and Malfoy have never been friends!”

“Maybe if you just asked Harry what was going on, you’d be less inclined to be upset. Maybe then he’d actually confide in us again.”

“And have you asked him? He’s talking to you less too!” Hermione was about to say something very ugly to Ron when Professor Slughorn appeared, opening the door to the classroom. So, instead of humiliating her boyfriend, like he deserved, she pushed past him and sat down at the open seat next to Neville, who was sitting in front of Harry and Malfoy.

“Hey, Hermione,” Neville whispered, his tone cautious. He looked at the table behind him before proceeding. “What’s going on?”

“Ronald is being an idiot,” she said softly, “and I was wondering if you’d like to be my partner today.”

“I-I don’t mind,” he answered, giving her a small smile.

“And, Harry, I just wanted to say that I’m sorry for not talking to you earlier about what’s happening this year.” She gave her friend a weak up-turn of her lips. “I know that it’s been a while since we’ve talked, but if you’d like help with your homework later, I would love to be of assistance.”

“Thanks… Hermione…” Harry answered, a questioning look on his face, before shooting a look at the blond on his left. “Can Draco come too?”

“O-of course,” she answered, looking at the Slytherin herself, who appeared to be carved from unfeeling granite. “If he wants…”

Just then, Slughorn called the class’s attention. “Today, we’re going to be brewing Veritaserum. This particular potion will be showing up on your N.E.W.T.s, so I expect you all to put great effort into making it correctly. Now, if you’ll turn to page 375, we can begin.”

Before the students could get started, however, the door opened, reveling Professor Dumbledore standing at the threshold. “Sorry to disturb you, Horace, but I require Mr. Potter, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Longbottom, Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley immediately.”

“No, no problem at all, Albus,” the round man said jovially. “Go ahead, you lot. You can make up the first part tonight after the rest of your classes.”

“What’s this about?” Hermione asked under her breath as she gathered her things.

“Dunno, but it looks like we’re about to find out, doesn’t it?” Harry responded, shoving his possessions into his bag and heading to where the Headmaster awaited them. The other four followed - all deathly quiet, and Malfoy extremely pale.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Dumbledore looked at the group assembled in his office and sighed. They all appeared distant and on edge. Harry and Draco sat to one side, with Neville and Hermione taking the middle seats, leaving Ron to sit by himself at the other end. None of them were looking at the others, but a brief look at Harry and Draco let him catch a glimpse of the two boys brushing their hands against each other’s in an attempt to reassure the other. The sight was enough to let the old wizard know that his decision to allow Draco’s return was the right one. ‘Hopefully, they will be good for one another.’

“Before we begin, let me reassure you that none of you are in trouble,” the Headmaster said, trying to sound pleased, but giving that up as none of the teens relaxed. “There was an attack on a few fronts last night. Tonks and her family were assaulted last night by the Lestrange brothers. However, she is fine. A few bumps and bruises, but nothing that she could not get on her own, Madam Pomfrey has assured me.” Ron, Hermione and Harry smiled briefly, but the expression was short-lived on their faces. “However, Fenrir Greyback, Avery and Thicknese attacked the Records Department of the Ministry last night. It appears that Percy Weasley was on duty last night.”

Ron paled to the color of whey and the other Gryffindors sat up straighter. “He is alive, and since it was not the full moon, we are sure that he will not contact the lycanthropy disease. However, the Healers at St. Mungo’s are not sure of what side effects he will suffer.”

“Does… does Ginny know yet?” Ron asked in a tiny and quiet voice.

“Not yet,” Dumbledore answered calmly. “I will alert Miss Weasley after I release you all.” He turned his attention to Hermione with a sad look on his face. “The Death Eaters were after the records of a particular Muggle-born witch.” The girl began shaking, and Ron and Harry dashed to embrace her before she fainted. “My dear, I’m sorry to tell you that your father was mortally wounded and your mother was attacked as well, but she is in St. Mungo’s as well. The Healers assure me that she will recover, but it will be a long and arduous process.”

“Mum… is alive,” Hermione squeaked out in between tears that streaked her face.

“Yes, my dear, she is, and she should wake up in a few days.”

“Was she bitten by Greyback?” Harry asked, making the others stiffen momentarily.

“No, fortunately, she was not.”

“Why is he here?” Ron asked caustically, pointing at Draco, who had yet to move or speak.

“Because I asked him to come, Mr. Weasley,” the old wizard said sternly, fixing the redhead with piercing blue eyes. “Mr. Longbottom, your grandmother was called into help with the Tonks family, and is in the infirmary. You may visit her when we are done here.”

“Thank you, sir,” Neville replied quietly, but he remained still and pale. “And my uncle, do you know if anything happened to him?”

“Augusta assures me that your uncle is as fine as he can be. Don’t worry yourself on that account.” It was only then that the brown-haired boy relaxed. “Mr. Malfoy,” the blond nodded stiffly, face blank, “I have heard from a source independent of Mr. Potter that your mother is indeed alive. She is, however, very weak and requires much care to get her strength back.”

“And is there word on… her other situation, sir?” Draco asked softly.

“There are no complications, I’ve been told, from her treatment, but only time will tell if that is completely true.”

“Thank you, sir.”

Dumbledore nodded and turned his attention to the Gryffindor students. “Mr. Weasley, please escort Miss Granger to Madam Pomfrey and have her looked over immediately. Mr. Longbottom, you will accompany them and visit with your grandmother.” He waited until the others had left, with dirty looks from Ron over at the quiet Slytherin, before he began again. “Mr. Malfoy, when you returned, I explained that I would be examining your personal correspondence to make sure that everything was safe, not only for you but for the rest of the school, did I not?”

“Yes, sir,” the blond said automatically before his head snapped up. “Did you… did you keep any letters from my mother?”

“No, my boy, if Narcissa had sent you letters, I would have immediately relayed them to you once they were checked for curses or poisons, just like your other mail,” the Headmaster answered sadly. “The reason I bring our previous conversation up is because you have had a letter from Miss Parkinson. However, it was coated with a flesh-eating poison.” He waved his wand and a piece of parchment appeared in mid-air. “I took the liberty of copying it for you, nonetheless.”

Harry leaned over Draco’s shoulder to read the letter with the other boy. What it said comforted them little.

‘December 3^rd, 1997

Beauxbatons Academy, France

Dearest Draco,

            I have dreadful news, my darling. A few days ago, Professor Snape showed up out of nowhere. Imagine our surprise to see someone from home - and without any proper notice as well! Just as I was about to say something about his impertinence for dragging all of us – Daphne, Astoria, Blaise, Tracey and myself – out of our classes, our Former Head of House began speaking to us.

            Blaise’s mother was captured trying to escape to Liberia, wherever that is, by Death Eaters. And the Greengrasses were murdered! Daphne and Astoria were distraught, understandably, and Professor Snape explained that he had permission to take them home to deal with the situation. Evidently there is some uncle on their father’s side that is going to take them in, or some such rubbish. As far as Blaise goes, he believes his mother is dead, poor thing, and is inconsolable. Tracey and I are quite at a lost at what to do.

            Blaise keeps asking where you are, and Snape refuses to answer any more than my parents. They will only tell me that you are where you can do the most good. Are you at Durmstrang? At home? Or, and I loathe to think this, back at Hogwarts with the goody-goodies? Wherever you are, I hope that you are safe and that this letter reaches you without trouble.

All my love,

Pansy’

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Harry fixed Draco with a piercing look, trying to figure out what his reaction was, but the blond was too schooled in keeping his features blank as he thought. Finally, Draco spoke, and it wasn’t exactly what Harry had been hoping to hear, but it was intelligent.

“And you think that Pansy suspects something and she was the one to coat the letter with the poison?” Draco asked Dumbledore.

“That is what Professor Flitwick believes, but Miss Parkinson is not quite clever enough to do something like this.”

“Professor Snape then,” Harry said, looking up at the Headmaster, not sure if he wanted a yes or no answer.

“I think not, Harry. I believe that the poison was coated on the envelope of the letter by Mr. Zabini.”

“Oh, of course,” Draco said in a small voice. “Pansy and I were the only ones he told about his mother’s family in Liberia. He knows that I was the only one who could have told the Dark Lord about that escape route…”

Harry blinked and then looked down at the other boy again. “Why would you do that, Draco?”

“Because, Harry, I’m a spy. If I don’t give them some information, I die,” Draco sneered. The look didn’t quite mesh with the paleness of his cheeks or the haunted look in his eyes.

“As unfortunate as this situation is, I believe that you should not respond to the letter,” Dumbledore said, making both boys look at him. “Let him think that he has gotten one on you.”

“And what’s this about the Greengrasses? I don’t really remember either of them,” Harry said.

“Daphne is Pansy’s best friend, Harry, and her sister, Astoria, would be a fifth year,” Draco answered miserably. “It’s not really surprising that you didn’t know her.”

“It is believed that the Greengrasses assisted Mrs. Zabini’s escape to Liberia, and that is why they were targeted,” the Headmaster replied. “It seems all three Lestranges were complacent in their murder.”

“Then death was a mercy, considering what Bellatrix is capable of,” Harry said slowly, thinking of seeing Neville’s parents in the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo’s.

“Indeed,” Dumbledore said, as if he was thinking of Alice and Frank Longbottom as well. “My boys, please take as much time as you need to gather your thoughts. Harry, you may visit Tonks in the Infirmary. Andromeda is most anxious to meet you, as well as Ted.”

“Andromeda? My mother’s sister is here?” Draco asked.

“Yes, she was attacked as well, and we try not to send Order members to St. Mungo’s unless it can be helped. Their injuries cannot be explained very well to the Aurors, and the Minister is quite against us. Besides, as I am sure you are aware of, Madam Pomfrey is an extremely capable mediwitch.”

“Scrimgeour is an idiot, but at least he’s better than Fudge,” Harry snarled, remembering his ‘trial’ before fifth year. He looked down to see the blond was quite stiff and withdrawn. “Draco, do you want to come down and meet the Tonks family?”

TBC

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