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The Phoenix Rises	By : greenwizard11 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 44621 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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James laid awake for what seemed like hours in his small bedroom; the events of the past few days playing in his mind over and over again. There had to be something he’d missed, something that would explain what was going on.

It was around 1 a.m. when James decided to fire call Lucius. The former Death Eater probably didn’t know anything more than James did, but he figured it might do some good to talk it over with someone who had a fresh perspective.

As it turned out, Lucius was just as wide awake as he was. James told Lucius everything that had happened over the course of the past two days, and sat back with a sigh. “Is there something I’m missing?” he asked, his frustration clear in his voice.

“If you’re missing something then so am I,” Lucius answered with the same amount of frustration, and a little fear reflected in his tone. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but my Dark Mark was tingling a little earlier, and it’s getting dark again. Something is going on, and James, and I’m scared. What if the Dark Lord has found a way to come back? He isn’t going to be very pleased with me.”

James wanted to reach out and comfort his lover, but he couldn’t. “It’s going to be all right love. I don’t know how yet, but it has to be.”

Lucius nodded. “I trust you James. I was going to ask you if you could remove my Dark Mark though.”

“I could…” James answered. “But it will be painful. I don’t think it’s a good idea just yet. Right now you’re my best source of information.”

Lucius looked a little disappointed and upset. “Is that all I am?”

“Of course not!” James answered, looking a little offended by the implication. “I’m going to do my best to protect you, just like I did before. You know I love you.”

Lucius seemed to be satisfied. “All right then, we’ll wait for events to unfold.”

The couple said their goodbyes, and James returned to his bed. Talking with Lucius hadn’t made him feel much better, and it was another hour before sleep finally took him.

***

When James woke sunlight was pouring into his window. He looked up at the clock on his nightstand and saw that it was only nine o’ clock. He groaned and tried to roll over, but it was clear that he wasn’t going to be able to go back to sleep.

With another groan of protest, he got out of bed and got dressed. He wasn’t feeling very hungry, so he went out to the lake instead of going to breakfast. He found a secluded patch of grass and sat down to stare out at the water.

A little while later his thoughts were interrupted by Harry and Hermione walking toward him. They were discussing something rather loudly. But all James could hear was bits and pieces.

James reluctantly stood and left his patch of grass to go over to them. “What’s going on?” he asked when he reached them.

“Tell Harry he’s being stupid,” Hermione said as she crossed her arms.

James shrugged. “Harry, you’re being stupid.” Then he looked at Hermione with a quizzical expression. “So, why is he being stupid?”

Hermione explained to James about how Harry and Ron weren’t speaking. James listened to her tell him everything she told Harry. He had to admit; the girl was definitely well spoken, and long winded.

“She has a point,” James said to Harry. “It can’t be easy to be the youngest of five brothers.”

“I’m still not going after him!” Harry growled. “If Ron wants to quit being childish he knows where to find me.”

James sighed, but didn’t try to stop Harry when he stormed off. Instead he put a hand on Hermione’s shoulder. “Be patient,” he said softly.

***

Harry was in an even fouler mood the next day when classes started again. He couldn’t avoid everyone anymore, and he didn’t have Ron for moral support. His first class was Care of Magical Creatures. The Slytherins were horrible as usual, but Draco was quiet.

At the end of the lesson, when they finished trying to take their blast-ended skrewts for a walk, Draco marched toward him at a quick pace. Before Harry could wonder what was going through the blonde’s mind, Draco passed him, nearly knocking him over as their shoulders hit. At first Harry thought Draco was angry for some reason, but then he noticed there was a small piece of parchment in his hand. He opened it and read the hastily scribbled note.

Harry,

Meet me in the owlry tonight at midnight.

Draco

Harry stared at the note for a while before stuffing it into his pocket. He couldn’t imagine why Draco would want to see him. He half wondered if this was some sort of trap. Maybe the Slytherins had some sort of evil plan to beat him up or something.

The rest of the day dragged on. Harry felt like midnight would never come. He had pretty much decided to go the moment he’d read the note

When the time came to leave he threw on his invisibility cloak and headed out. The night air was a little chilly, but it didn’t bother him too much. What did bother him was the giant knot in his stomach, and it seemed like each hallway dragged on forever.

When he finally reached the owlery Harry spotted the lone figure of Draco Malfoy leaning against the wall. Harry took a deep breath and came out from under the cloak. “Okay, I’m here,” he said softly.

Draco jumped a little. “There you are Po… Harry.”

“So… why did you want to meet me here?” Harry asked, wanting to get right down to business.

“I wanted to be able to talk to you in private,” Draco answered. “You know, without any prying ears. I wanted to say thank you.”

“For what?” Harry asked, a little confused as to why Draco would be thanking him.

Draco sighed and moved a little closer to Harry. “I got a letter from my father this morning. It seems he sent a letter to you earlier in the week asking if I was behaving. Harry, after everything I’ve done to you, this was your chance to get back at me. You could have made up all sorts of horrible things, but you didn’t. You said only good things about me.”

Harry shrugged. “You said on the train you wanted a truce.”

Draco chuckled. “I say a lot of things Harry. My father told me to call a truce with you. Quite honestly, if I’d been the one who had a chance to get you in trouble, I most likely would have taken it.”

“So you wanted me up here to mock me….” Harry’s cheeks turned red.

Draco shook his head. “No, you misunderstand. I really meant it when I said thank you. It blows my mind that you can just forget about all the bad blood between us like that.”

“Oh I haven’t forgotten,” Harry sighed. “I just figured that if you were really trying to uphold the truce like it seemed you were, it wouldn’t be fair to get you in trouble and ruin it.”

Draco laughed, but not in the cold spiteful way he usually did. This laugh seemed much more warm and friendly. “I guess that’s the difference between Gryffindors and Slytherins. We have very different outlooks on things.”

Harry nodded in agreement. “But don’t you think all this rivalry is a little silly? I mean, look at our dads. They’ve managed to look past the labels and it seems they’ve found happiness.”

Draco dropped his gaze and bit his lip. “I’ve noticed,” he mumbled. “Harry, can I ask you a question?” Draco asked as he looked back up at Harry.

“Sure, I guess,” Harry shrugged.

“Do you remember our first day? Right before the sorting I offered you my hand in friendship, and you turned me down. Why?”

Harry just shrugged. “You were being mean to my new friend Ron. That, and I didn’t like it when you said some families were better than others.”

Draco was quiet for a moment while he processed everything Harry was saying. “Well, I can’t exactly help the way I was raised can I?”

“No,” Harry agreed. “But you can certainly change the way you see things.”

Draco smiled. “You know Harry, you’re right. I have been seeing things differently ever since my father and I sat down and had a little chat. By the way, if it means anything, I believe you. I know you didn’t put your name in the Goblet.”

Harry couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Draco raised an eyebrow and took a step back, looking a little offended.

“No… it… it’s not what you think…” Harry said as he tried to stop laughing. “I just feel like I’ve stepped into an alternate backward reality or something.”

“Come again?” Draco said as he started to calm down again.

Harry took a deep breath and sighed. “Well, if you haven’t noticed, my best friend who’s always been on my side isn’t talking to me. And you, who has made my life miserable for the past three years, believes me.”

Draco couldn’t help but laugh a little too. “Yeah, I guess that is kind of funny.”

The two of them sat and continued to talk until it was nearly dawn. Harry saw the sun start to rise and he yawned. “”Wow, we’ve been out here a long time.”

Draco nodded. “Yeah… I suppose we should get to bed and get at least a few hours sleep.”

They said their goodbyes and parted ways. Harry made his way back to Gryffindor tower with a smile on his face. He would never have thought that he would enjoy spending time with Draco Malfoy.

***

Harry was exhausted the next day, but he felt it was worth it. There was now another person he could talk to, even if he did have to sneak around in the middle of the night to do it.

He was in a fairly decent mood until he headed down into the dungeons for Potions. The Slytherins were now wearing buttons that read; ‘Support Cedric Diggory the Real Hogwarts champion’.

“Just ignore them,” Hermione whispered in Harry’s ear, but it was getting very difficult.

Harry wanted to scream when all the Slytherins pressed their buttons and the message changed to ‘Potter Stinks’. He looked for Draco, and found the blonde leaning against the wall by the door with his arms crossed looking very bored and annoyed. To Harry’s relief, he wasn’t wearing a button.

Snape opened the door to let them in. “That’s enough,” he said sharply to the Slytherins.

The Slytherins were a little surprised, but they went quiet and filed into the classroom. Harry had the feeling that the only reason Snape was putting a stop to the teasing was because his dad was around, and he was grateful for that. At least he would get a little bit of a break.

They were brewing antidotes, with the promise that they would be testing them on someone. Harry was pretty sure from Snape’s glares that the “volunteer” was going to be him. It seemed even his dad’s presence wouldn’t completely save him.

About a half hour into class, it seemed luck was on Harry’s side again. There was a knock on the door and James entered. Snape looked a little tense, but he was trying very hard to hide it.

“I need Harry for a bit,” James said as he moved to stand just inside the door.

“He has another hour and a half of class,” Snape answered in his usual sour tone.

James let out a loud sigh, and anyone who knew him well would know he was about to do something slightly crazy. He strolled up to the front of the class and stood inches in front of Snape, who looked very uncomfortable.

“I know….” James spoke in a husky tone with a hint of a whimper. “But all the champions are needed to go do something.”

Then James looked up at Snape with his signature puppy dog eyes and reached out to start unbuttoning Snape’s collar! “You know,” James sighed. “All work and no play has made Sevvy a very dull man.”

Snape quickly pushed him away. “Don’t do that!” he growled. It was obvious that he was struggling to maintain control. Harry couldn’t help but notice a tent at a certain spot on the front the man’s robes.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” James grinned evilly. Then he reached up and lightly stroked Snape’s chin with a fingertip before leaning in and planting a kiss on his mouth.

Harry felt a little ill, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away. When James broke the kiss and stepped away Snape stumbled backward. The Gryffindors erupted into laughter. Harry got to see Snape blush for the very first time and quickly leave the room mumbling something about coming back in a few minutes.

Harry and James walked up together with big grins on their faces. The other champions were waiting for Harry so they could begin the weighing of the wands, which was basically a ceremony where an expert inspected their wands to make sure they were in good working order.

The judges weren’t there yet, but Rita Skeeter was. She borrowed Harry for an interview while they waited, and Harry reluctantly followed her into a broom closet.

“Where’s Harry?” Dumbledore asked when he came down with Mr. Ollivander, the expert who would be inspecting the wands.

James pointed to the broom cupboard. Dumbledore made a soft growling noise as he went over to get him. He and Rita exchanged a few unpleasant words, and then the champions got down to business.

“Why didn’t you stop her from interviewing Harry?” Dumbledore whispered to James while the rest were watching the wand weighing.

“What reason would I have?” James whispered back cheekily.

Dumbledore mumbled something unintelligible and was quiet for the rest of the ceremony.

Afterward, Rita insisted on taking pictures of the champions. It took a long time because Madame Maxime was so large it was hard to fit her in without blocking anyone else out. Then Rita insisted on individual pictures. Everyone was hungry and a little cranky when they were finally released to go to the Great Hall for dinner.
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