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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80942 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

Chapter thirteen B

Harry waited until the him in his memory and Hermione used nox to extinguish the light from their wands. “That’s enough.

Shacklebolt nodded and the memory resumed playing at normal speed.

Only one door was open. As they crept toward it, they heard movement from behind it; a low moan, and then a deep, loud purring. They exchanged a last look, a last nod.

Everyone watched as the Harry in the memory, kicked the door wide open with his wand held tightly before him

They watched the vision silently.

"So that's why Snape doesn't like you," said Harry slowly, "because he thought you were in on the joke?"

"That's right," sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Remus. Severus Snape was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing, directly at Remus.

Harry asked Shacklebolt to once again skip to avoid embarrassing anyone. He liked Severus and Remus, the next bit would be embarrassing to them both.

Shacklebolt agreed.

Harry made up his mind in a split second. Before Snape could take even one step toward him, he had raised his wand. "Expelliarmus!" he yelled

So did Ron and Hermione.

The combined disarming spell resulted in a blast that made the creaky door rattle on its hinges. Severus was lifted off his feet by the three-fold spell and slammed into the wall. Where he then slid down on to the floor, a trickle of blood oozing from under his hair.

Severus had been knocked out and probably had ended up with a concussion. For which Harry now felt extremely sorry.

Sirius told them off for what they had done, telling them they should have let him handle it.

Hermione whinged about them attacking a teacher, which was silly considering that she really didn’t like Snape all that much.

Sometimes her obsession with following the rules was as bad as Percy. What they had done wasn’t right but it seemed to be the correct thing to do. Severus had been blinded by jealousy and hurt when he’d followed them into the Shrieking Shack.

Remus was struggling against the painfully bonds Severus had cast using the Incarcerous spell.

Sirius bent down to untie his friend.

Remus sat up, rubbing where the far too tight ropes had cut into his arms. "Thank you, Harry," he said.　　

"I'm still not saying I believe you," he told Remus.

Harry did now, seeing Pettigrew and hearing him confess to betraying his parents and letting Sirius get blamed.

Remus asked for Pettigrew after retrieving his wand and offer to give them their proof.

Ron was clutching Scabbers to his chest, weakly protesting about how unlikely it was that Scabbers was Peter Pettigrew who was believed to be dead, murdered along with sixteen Muggles. Even trying to get Hermione to agree with him about the improbability.

Remus admitted that it was a fair question before turning to Sirius and asking how his friend had found out where he was.

Sirius reached into his dirty ragged robes with his skeletal hands that were rather claw-like and took out a crumpled piece of paper. Which they watched him smoothed flat on what was left of a damaged, dusty table and held out to show the others.

To everyone surprise it was the photograph of Ron and his family that had appeared in the Daily Prophet the previous summer after they won the Daily Prophet’s Galleon drawing. It was taken in Egypt where they had gone as a family to visit Bill and there, on Ron's shoulder, was Scabbers.

"How did you get this?" Remus asked his friend, thunderstruck.

Everyone present- except maybe Fudge knew that Azkaban prisoners were denied newspapers.

"Fudge." Sirius said. Telling them about how the Minister for Magic had give him the paper and how due to his witnessing Peter transforming numerous times he’d recognized his supposedly dead friend on the front page.

"My God," exclaimed Remus softly, his eyes clearly drifting from Scabbers to the picture in the paper and back to him in Ron’s hands. "His front paw..."

"What about it?" Ron asked defiantly.

"He's got a toe missing,"

"Of course, so simple... so brilliant... he cut it off himself?"

Sirius described what happened when he’d cornered Peter on that Muggle street after realizing that James and Lily were dead.

Remus and Ron proceeded to argue why and why not ‘Scabbers’ was Peter Pettigrew.

Ron protested that Scabbers was ill because of Crookshanks, that mad cat was trying kill him.

But that wasn't right, Harry remembered. Scabbers had been looking ill before he met Crookshanks. They met Crookshanks when Ron decided to pick up rat tonic and Hermione was planning on getting an owl. In fact, Scabbers had been ill since Ron's return from Egypt, so somewhere around the time when Sirius had escaped..

Sirius told them that Crookshanks wasn’t mad, nor was he trying to kill Scabbers. Crookshanks had been helping him after deciding that Scabbers rather them Sirius was up to no good.

"What do you mean?" breathed Hermione.

Sirius told them how Crookshanks tried and failed to bring Scabbers to him. Finally the cat stole a list of passwords from a boy’s bedside hoping that he would have better luck being a wizard rather them a part Kneazel.

Harry's brain seemed to be sagging under the weight of what he was hearing. It was absurd... and yet...

Sirius told them how Peter had discovered what Crookshanks was up to and tried to frame the Kneazel for his death. Having already succeeded in similar actions it must have been easy. Since there was blood on the sheets Peter probably bit himself.

These words jolted the Harry in the pensieve to his senses. He started yelling about why Sirius would try get to a hold of Scabbers and that it was to kill him like Sirius had killed his parents.

Harry winced, that tone of voice made him quake. He knew now that Sirius was innocent but to see and hear his own rage reflected was nauseating.

"No, Harry-" Remus tried to calm him down.

"And now you've come to finish him off!" Harry yelled.

"Yes, I have," said Sirius, with an evil look at Scabbers.

"Then I should've let Snape take you!" Harry shouted.

"Harry," said Remus hurriedly, "don't you see? All this time we've thought Sirius betrayed your parents, and Peter tracked him down -- but it was the other way around, don't you see? Peter betrayed your mother and father -- Sirius tracked Peter down --"

"THAT'S NOT TRUE!" Harry yelled. Stubbornly insisting that Sirius was their Secret Keeper and that he had betrayed them.

He was pointing at Sirius, who shook his head slowly; the sunken eyes were suddenly over bright.

Sirius protested weakly, accepting that he was to blame for Lily and James’ murders because Peter becoming Secret Keeper was his idea. That he had been responsible for Peter’s safety, yet Peter escaped. Sirius had discovered James and Lily dead, so he’d set out to track Peter. Because he realized that his pressuring James and Lily to switch to Peter had been responsible for their being betrayed.

"Enough of this," said Remus.

The tone of his voice was sharp like steel as he ordered Ron to give him the rat.

"What are you going to do with him if I give him to you?" Ron asked Remus tensely.

"Force him to show himself," said Remus. "If he really is a rat, it won't hurt him."

At first Ron hesitated and then handed Scabbers to Remus.

"Ready, Sirius?" Remus asked.

Sirius took Severus’ wand, croaking, “Together?

"I think so. On the count of three. One -- two -- THREE!” said Remus, holding Scabbers tightly in one hand and his wand in the other.

A flash of blue-white light erupted from both wands; for a moment, Scabbers was frozen in midair, his small gray form twisting madly.

Ron yelled.

The rat fell and hit the floor. There was another blinding flash of light and then --

There were gasps from the Tonks, the Malfoys and the Council of Magical Law.

As the spell cast from Remus and Sirius hit the rat.

The rat shimmered and grew like watching a tree growing in fast forward. Soon there wasn’t a rat but a chubby man with a bald spot and watery eyes who was wringing his hands.

"Well, hello, Peter. Long time, no see. " Remus said agreeably.

Almost as though rats often were found to be old l friends.

"S -- Sirius... R – Remus… My friends... my old friends..."

Pettigrew's voice was squeaky and his eyes frequently darted toward the direction of the door in a manner that was decidedly shifted.

Sirius's wand arm rose in a threatening manner.

Then Remus grabbed his wrist tightly and give him a warning look, before he turned n to Pettigrew, his voice was pleasant. "We've been having a little chat, Peter, about what happened the night Lily and James died. You might have missed the finer points while you were squeaking around down there on the bed --"

Pettigrew squeaked about Remus believing Sirius after the later had tried to kill him.

Remus coldly acknowledged that Sirius might have tried to kill him however he wanted to clear up some things regarding the night James and Lily died.

"He's come to try and kill me again!" Pettigrew squeaked suddenly, pointing at Sirius, and Harry saw that he used his middle finger, because his index was missing. "He killed Lily and James and now he's going to kill me too.... You've got to help me, Remus...."

If looks could kill or at least cause serious pain Pettigrew would probably be thrashing about like he was under the Cruciatus curse. Remus winced at the expression on Sirius’ face, to cast an unforgivable you have mean it. If Sirius had cast it at that moment he would have definitely meant it and it would have done considerable damage. In his study of the Dark Arts and fighting them revealed that Dark Arts were fueled by the darker emotions. One had to hate the person they cast a Dark Arts spell on to cause pain and suffering.

"No one's going to try and kill you until we've sorted a few things out," Remus snapped.

Pettigrew protested the need to sort things out when clearly Sirius wanted him dead. Claiming that he’d been waiting for Sirius to come after him

Remus, his brow furrowed in surprise at Peter’s state about expecting Sirius to escape Azkaban. "When nobody has ever done it before?"

Pettigrew accused Sirius of having Dark Magic that no one knew about, that Voldemort taught him things.

Sirius started to laugh, a horrible, mirthless laugh that seemed filled the whole room. "Voldemort, teach me tricks?"

Pettigrew flinched.

As did anyone watching minus of course Dumbledore who always used it when referring to the current Dark Lord.

"What, scared to hear your old master's name?" Sirius sneered, “ I don't blame you, Peter. His lot aren't very happy with you, are they?"

Pettigrew mumbled under his breath about not knowing what Sirius was talking about when his whole face was shining with sweat.

Sirius turned the tables, accusing Pettigrew of hiding from Death Eaters rather then himself and how rumours had even reached Azkaban about how they were gunning for whoever was responsible for their Lord’s disappearance.

Shrilly Pettigrew continued denying the accusations though he tried to wipe the sweat from his face with a dingy sleeve. While asking Remus if he believe what Sirius was saying.

Remus calmly admitted difficult in believing an ‘innocent’ man would spend twelve years as a rat.

Pettigrew insisted in a squeal that he was ‘Innocent, but scared! Claiming that if Voldemort's supporters were after him it was because he put the spy, Sirius Black in Azkaban.

Sirius growled, sounding like a bear-sized dog, about being a spy for Voldemort. That he, Sirius had never snuck around people who were stronger and more powerful than himself? His annoyance was clear because that he hadn’t understood that Pettigrew was the spy from the start. Telling them that Pettigrew had always liked big friends who'd look after him. That it used to be himself, Remus and James...only to have clearly been traded in for Voldemort.

Pettigrew had wiped his face again and was almost panting as he denied still having been a spy. Claiming that Sirius must be out of his mind and seemed to be grasping at straw.

Sirius hissed, so venomously that Pettigrew took a step backward. Telling Pettigrew that changing to him as Secret Keeper at the last minute had been his idea because he’d been sure that it was flawless. That it would have been thought that Sirius himself was the Secret Keeper so he would have been a clear target. After all who would suspect they would have chosen a weak, talentless thing like you. Sneering that Pettigrew’s finest moment in his miserable life, when he told Voldemort that he could hand him the Potters.

Pettigrew was muttering as if he were clearly distracted.

Those viewing Harry’s memories in the pensieve could hear words like ‘far-fetched’ and ‘lunacy,’ but one couldn't help noticing the ashen color of Pettigrew's face and the way his eyes continued to dart toward the windows and door as if looking for an escape route.

Hermione timidly asked if she could ask a question.

To which Remus politely agreed.

Hermione made the point that ‘Scabbers’ or Pettigrew had stayed for three years in a dormitory and hadn’t harmed him. That if Pettigrew had done what they said wouldn’t he have?

Pettigrew shrilly, pointing at Ron with his maimed hand, agreed with her that he had never harmed Harry. Latching onto the statement as if it would prove his innocence.

Sirius told them that that Pettigrew never did anything unless it benefited him. That Voldemort had been in hiding for years and that he was said to be half dead. Pettigrew wouldn’t commit murder right under Albus Dumbledore's nose, for a wreck of a wizard who'd lost all of his power. Voldemort had to be the biggest bully in the playground before Pettigrew would rejoin him. He sneered that the reason he, Pettigrew found a wizard family to take you in was keep an ear out for news. In case his old protector regained strength, and it was safe to rejoin him.

Pettigrew opened his mouth and closed it several times. He seemed to have lost the ability to talk.

Hermione then addressed Sirius.

Sirius jumped at being addressed in this manner and looked at her like she was an enigma.

Hermione then proceeded to ask him how he escaped Azkaban if he didn’t use Dark Magic.

Pettigrew gasped, nodding frantically at her. Saying that he wanted to know as well.

Remus glared at him and Pettigrew went silent.

Sirius was frowning slightly at Hermione, as he pondered his answer. Then he proceeded to tell them how his knowing he was innocent helped him keep his mind. It wasn’t a happy thought so the Dementors couldn’t steal it. When it got to be too much he transformed. Since Dementors were blind they didn’t know he transformed, his less than human thoughts were proof he was ‘going insane’.

Pettigrew shook his head, his mouth silently forming words he didn’t speak and yet didn’t seem to be able to tear his eyes away from his ‘old friend’. It was as if Sirius Black had him hypnotized.

Sirius continued that due Pettigrew’s decision to hide as a pet rat in a Wizarding family had Pettigrew perfectly situated. Pettigrew was in a position to deliver Harry over to Voldemort the moment he was sure of Allies. If he, Pettigrew delivered Harry to them, who'd dare say he'd betrayed Lord Voldemort? He'd be welcomed back with honors. In light of that Sirius had to escape to protect Harry, especially since he was the only one who knew Peter was alive.

Severus wondered if Sirius’ oath from Harry’s Wiccaning had helped push him into it. The oath was binding and hard to fight, after seeing Draco untransfigured from a ferret had him torn between avenging his godson and making sure he was treated.

Harry remembered what he overheard Mr. Weasley telling Mrs. Weasley. "The guards say he's been talking in his sleep... always the same words... 'He's at Hogwarts.'"

Sirius told them that it became an obsession, which was something the Dementors couldn’t take either. That gave Sirius or so he claimed strength and helped clear his mind. When the Dementors came one day to bring food Sirius in his animagus form had slipped past them when they came to feed him. As a dog claimed he’d been thin enough to slip through the bars. Then swam as a dog back to the mainland where he then journeyed north and slipped into the Hogwarts grounds as a dog. Where he had been living in the forest ever since, except when he’d came to watch Harry play Quidditch with Gryffindor. Then he told Harry that he flew as well as James before telling his godson that he would have died sooner then betray Harry’s parents.

Bvnnn/Harry’s eyes didn’t look away.

And at long last, Harry believed him. Throat too tight to speak, he nodded.

"No!"

the viewers watched as Pettigrew fell to his knees as though Harry's nod had been his own death sentence.

Pettigrew was on his knees, groveling, his hands clasped in front of him as though begging.

"Sirius -- it's me... it's Peter... your friend... you wouldn't --"

Sirius kicked at him.

Pettigrew recoiled.

Sirius snarled. "There's enough filth on my robes without you touching them,"

Pettigrew implored Remus, begging him. Asking if it was ever probable that James and Lily had changed at the last minute and not told them.

Pettigrew proceeded to beg them each in turn, Remus, Ron, Hermione and finally Harry.

Remus was disgusted, Ron looked at him with distaste and Hermione turned her back on Pettigrew.

Sirius blew up at the rat; incensed that Pettigrew had the audacity to speak of James to Harry. Shouting that he should have stood up to Voldemort, should have died rather then to betray his friends: simply because that was what they would have done for him.

Harry finally stepped in when it was obvious that Sirius and Remus wanted to kill the rat, actually stepping between their wands and Pettigrew. Protesting that his father wouldn’t have wanted his friends to become killers even to avenge him.

Sirius reminded Harry that the crying balding rat of a man was responsible for his not having parents.

Harry then insisted that they turn Pettigrew in and let him be sent to Azkaban for what he did. Then Sirius could be found innocent and declared free.

Pettigrew then was practically kissing his feet, thanking him for his kindness.

Harry shook him off, or more accurately shoved him, and spat at him to get off. That it was for his father’s sake and not Pettigrew’s that he was doing this.

No one moved or made a sound except Pettigrew, whose breath was coming in wheezes as he clutched his chest.

Sirius and Remus were looking at each other. Then together, they lowered their wands.

Sirius told Harry he was the only who deserved to make the choice but to consider what he, Pettigrew had done.

Harry repeated that Pettigrew could go to Azkaban, that if anyone deserved that place, he did.

Lucius promised himself that if Pettigrew was caught that he would follow Harry’s wishes.

Pettigrew was still behind Harry and making wheezing noises.

Remus reluctantly seemed to give in and asked Harry to stand aside.

Harry hesitated.

Remus then swore he was only going to restrain the traitor.

So Harry stepped out of the way.

A silent Incarcerous and within a heartbeat, Pettigrew was wriggling on the floor, bound and gagged.

Sirius growled that if Pettigrew transformed they could kill him and asked Harry for an agreement.

Severus was more then a little annoyed at Sirius’ heavy-handed behavior. Seriously? Asking a thirteen year old boy for the right to kill someone?

Harry nodded when he was directly in Pettigrew’s line of sight.

Some of the members of the Council of Magical Law gasped.

Remus had turned to his student, telling Ron that he couldn’t mend bones like Pomfrey but he could make it easier for him.

Bandages spun up Ron's leg, strapping it tightly to a splint.

Remus then helped him to his feet.

Ron clearly put weight on his leg and for once didn’t wince.

Hermione was looking at Severus’ unconscious form and asked what they were going to do about him.

Remus winced at the memory, glancing nervously at Lucius and Severus. He’d been a coward that day not standing up to Severus or against Padfoot.

Remus checked his pulse and declared that there wasn’t anything really wrong with him. Telling the teens they were just overly enthusiastic. Deciding it would be best to have him remain unconscious. Using Mobilicorpus to guide his fellow professor to his feet and using flicks of his wand to direct him.

Remus sighed, he’d wanted Severus to be revived by Pomfrey because he hadn’t much skill at healing medicine. Also he didn’t want to be forced to deal with their bickering at the time. Neither could be in a room without wanting to kill one another.

Sirius insisted that two of them be chained to Pettigrew to make sure he didn’t try to escape.

Ron and Remus volunteered.

Sirius then conjured heavy manacles from thin air; chaining an upright Pettigrew’s left arm chained to Remus' right and Pettigrew’s right arm to Ron's left.

Ron's face was set hard like marble, his glances at Pettigrew were revealing extreme disgust. As if Ron viewed Scabbers's true identity as a personal insult.

Crookshanks was jaunty and buoyant as if he’d been vindicated.

Harry’s memory ended there, he hadn’t copied past that point.

He glared, “See? I told you Pettigrew was alive and no one believed me but the Headmaster. He shut us in the Infirmary after kicking everyone else out. Calmly mentioning to Hermione about three turns, knowing full well it was too dangerous for us to be outside the castle but if I hadn’t both Sirius and I would have been Kissed.”

Remus winced knowing too dangerous meant himself as a werewolf running loose in the Forbidden Forest.

“Three turns?” Fudge asked raising an eyebrow.

“Some brilliant person agreed with McGonagall and let Hermione take twelve classes. That required the use and special dispensation to use a Time-Turner. Clearly she violated the carefully prescribed uses.” Harry shrugged.

“We have in a pensieve memory the confession of one Peter Pettigrew admitting to his joining the ranks of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and betraying the Potters.” Madam Bones was very disturbed. “I can’t understand how the Wizengamot allowed such a travesty of justice.” Glaring at Crouch who was practically vacant.

“We should, um, copy this memory and add it to the file of the investigation I secretly ordered regarding the Black case.” Fudge muttered.

Shacklebolt nodded, clearly planning to watch the entire memory from start to finish to see if there was anything of import that Harry had hidden for him.

“It seems despite my esteemed colleague’s opinion that his memories are honest. I vote that he be released from the supposed contract and be free to return to school without consequences.” Madam Bones said, despite having attacked a teacher who considering said teacher’s support of Harry had no reason to press charges under either the authority of the school or Wizengamot.

Doge, Dumbledore, Crouch and surprisingly Umbridge disagreed.

Fudge, Kingsley, Lady Longbottom, Marchbanks and Ogden sided with Madam Bones.

With a vote of six to four the Council of Magical Law’s ruling was that Harry be released from the Magical Contract binding him to participate in the Triwizard Tournament.

Crouch was practically catatonic.

Dumbledore looked apoplectic.

Harry crumbled to his feet in shock.

Draco scooped him up, “You’re free.”

Harry silently sobbed into his new friend’s robes.

Lucius and Remus hugged Severus jointly.

Dumbledore’s face was white with anger.

Sirius could see beneath that hastily erected Glamour that Dumbledore was seething; if looks could kill Severus would be dead. He looked at Dumbledore, his voice purring, “Headmaster, Do you know who I am?”

Dumbledore was shocked silent.

Sirius’ voice boomed in the courtroom, “My name is Sirius Black, the first to hold that name, not to be confused with my wayward great something nephew. I came to my attention that one of my descendants was in danger. My friend the Veela queen was only too delighted to invite me to court. You see Headmaster, Harry Potter is under my protection. I am the King of the Chuvash.”

He roared and the courtroom shook.

Kingsley Shacklebolt, Amelia Bones, Lady Longbottom and Cornelius Fudge quaked and bowed.

Lucius was surprised; he thought Sirius was merely a leader of the Chuvash not their king. This man was equal to his queen and he fell to his knees.

His companions following suit.

Umbridge’s pudgy face was twisted with hatred.

“You can’t claim him!” Dumbledore hissed.

“Tell me Headmaster why he speaks in Parseltongue? It is a trait shared only by those of Chuvash blood.”

“Because, because…because of Voldemort! The killing curse!” Dumbledore stammered and then snarled.

“You are a fool, wise but a great fool nonetheless. He is mine, touch him again and as the King of the Chuvash no matter what I do to you old man even your precious Ministry can’t touch me.” Sirius gestured for the Malfoys, Tonks and Remus to rise, “We shall be taking our leave.” He glanced at Lady Longbottom, “Be gentle with your grandson my dear. He is at a very delicate stage of his maturity. He will need your guidance; it wouldn’t do well to make him fear you. Oh, do him a favour. Buy him a wand.”

Lady Longbottom stared at him as they departed.

Percy signed his minutes of the case, handed them off to Shacklebolt and disappeared.

*Author's Note*

Okay so I left it at a cliffy before sorry. It was just too large for one post. I hope you all enjoy it though.

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Troll?
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