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A/N: Sorry it took me so long to
update. I’ve been trying to sort through some possibilities and ideas in my
head. Hopefully this will be a good one though! A lot of mystery and whatnot
coming up! So be prepared!
~XVIII~ (I can’t believe it’s
already chapter eighteen!!! OMG!)
Severus
did as Draco asked, finding
Hermione and Ron and bringing them to the infirmary. They entered the room and
immediately rushed to Harry’s bedside, demanding answers about his condition
and what had happened and who had done something this terrible and so forth. Draco put a hand up to silence them.
“Madame Pomfrey,
may we use one of your private rooms for this discussion? I don’t want to be
overheard by anybody,” Draco asked.
“Of course, Mr. Malfoy,” she said.
Once they were in a more secure
environment, Draco explained all that had happened
and his theory.
Hermione looked thoughtful for a
moment. “It actually makes a lot of sense. I remember reading something about
that a while back… but it didn’t go into too much detail.”
“I still don’t understand exactly
what it is you’re talking about, but if it’s for Harry… I’ll hit the books as
hard as you need me to,” Ron stated firmly.
Draco,
knowing the red-head’s aversion to studying of any kind, was moved by the
statement. “Thank you. Now… it’s probably going to be difficult, considering we
don’t know exactly what to be looking for, but I’m pretty sure any useful books
will be in the Restricted Section, which narrows down our search a lot.”
Hermione nodded in agreement.
“Hopefully, we can find some way to prove, without a doubt, whether or not what
Draco is thinking is the truth. As
well as a way to reverse it without damaging anything in the process.”
“That’s what I was hoping for,” Draco said.
They spent another few moments
discussing possible references, whether or not to tell Harry what they were
doing- they decided against it, agreeing that there was no point to further
worrying the boy- and whether or not to involve the Order, which they also
decided against. After all, it wouldn’t do to go throwing about accusations
without any proof. Finally, they emerged from the little room and Severus looked at them curiously.
“Don’t even ask, Sev. I told you, you’ll get nothing out of me until I have
more information,” Draco said.
“What kind of world do we live in
when children know more about situations than adults?” Severus
grumbled.
“The kind that
promises a very bright future!” Hermione said in a cheery tone.
“Now, we’re heading to the
library. If Harry wakes up while we’re there, tell him…” Draco
trailed off, not knowing what to say.
“Tell him that we’re talking to Blaise and Pansy about some possible new members. He’ll
know what it means, so don’t worry about it,” Ron said.
Severus
rolled his eyes. “More secrets and special codes…”
“However, for no reason are you to
tell him what we’re doing. Give him as little information as you can,” Draco said, “Trust me. It’s for his own
good.”
They nodded. “Would you like to be
alerted, should he wake?” Madame Pomfrey asked.
“Immediately,” they replied.
They went to the library and
grabbed as many seemingly relevant books as they could, setting up a station at
the back, where nobody would find them and ask questions about what they were
doing. They were sitting there, just reading and taking notes, occasionally asking
for the others’ opinions, for so long that Madame Pince
actually had to make them leave, saying that they could take all
of the books if they really needed to, but that she had to close the library.
So they relocated their work to
Hermione’s room, sprawled over the bed and floor. It was well into the night
when there was a knock at the door. Hermione answered and all they had to hear
was Severus saying, “He’s awake,” before all three
were out the door, following him back to the infirmary.
Harry grinned when they entered.
“I was surprised when you weren’t hovering over me when I woke.”
They could hear in his tone that
he was more disappointed than surprised and instantly felt guilt rising in
their stomachs.
“We’re sorry, Harry,” Hermione
said, sitting on the side of his bed, “We were with Blaise
and Pansy discussing possible members in the other Houses. It just ended up
taking longer than we thought.”
“I understand. It’s a good idea.
The more people we can get, the better,” Harry said.
“That’s what we were thinking,”
Ron stated.
“So… what exactly happened. I just remember blacking out and then I woke up
here,” Harry said.
“You don’t remember anything?” Draco asked.
He shook his head.
“It’s a common effect of the
potion,” Madame Pomfrey said.
“What potion?” Harry asked.
Draco
shot the mediwitch a look and then turned to Harry. “The Malus Memoria
Potion. It makes you relive the worst memories of your life, in mind and
body.”
“Oh… Merlin, Draco!
I must’ve given you quite a scare!” Harry exclaimed.
“You did,” Draco
replied, remembering the desperate fear he’d felt.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have
to stay here for a few days, Mr. Potter. You sustained a bit of nerve damage
from the convulsions and the mental trauma. It will need some time to repair,”
Madame Pomfrey said.
“You three will also be excused
from classes for tomorrow,” Severus said, “Due to the
amount of stress and worry caused by the incident.”
They gaped at him. He was giving
them permission to miss classes?!
“Thanks, Sev,”
Draco said, smiling in relief. It was
ridiculously late and he had not been looking forward to waking up so early.
“So… do we have any idea of who
might have done this?” Harry asked.
“Not a clue,” Hermione lied
expertly, “But we’re working on it. It’s part of the
reason we’re looking into allies in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. We need contacts in the other Houses to pass
information on about any more possible schemes.”
Harry grinned. “That’s perfect.”
“I know…” she said.
He yawned. “I’m so tired…”
“It’s understandable, after what
happened,” Severus said.
“Yeah, mate. You go on ahead and
rest as much as you need. We’ll just have to find a way to entertain ourselves
while you’re in lockup,” Ron said.
“And we’ll visit you as much as we
can,” Hermione said, “After all, who else is going to make sure you actually do
your homework while you’re here?”
He groaned. “Yeah… thanks a lot, ‘Mione.”
“You’re ever so welcome,” she
said, placing a soft kiss to his brow.
He smiled drowsily. “That reminds
me… Draco?”
The blonde grinned affectionately,
moving to replace Hermione on the side of his bed. “I know…” he said, leaning
over and kissing him sweetly, “Now get some sleep. You need to get out of here
as soon as possible, so I can get back to lavishing you with attention.”
He nodded and promptly fell asleep.
“I don’t suppose I have any chance
of getting any answers out of you three,” Severus
said.
“Nope.
And don’t even think about trying to slip us some Veritaserum,”
Draco said, “Because I’ll know.”
“Brat,” the man said, grinning,
“Well, get back to your research, then.”
They said their goodbyes and
headed back to Hermione’s room. After another hour of scouring the piles of
books for any clues, Ron finally broke. “Honestly! I haven’t found anything
yet! None of us have! Obviously this doesn’t happen very often, so what are the
odds of it happening now?”
“Ron, it all makes sense,”
Hermione said calmly, “Even you have to admit that there really isn’t any other
explanation. Except for one. But… that’s just too hard
to believe.”
“Well, maybe we should
believe! Maybe we should just face up to the facts and address the issue at
hand!” Ron continued to bellow, “Because I don’t think that any one of us is
going to pick up one of these books and magically find all of the answers!”
To demonstrate the futility of
this act, he randomly selected a book and flipped in open to a random page.
“You see, now? It’s completely point- hey! I found something!”
Hermione rolled her eyes, but
snatched the book away. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the middle of the
page, where, sure enough, there lie the answers they had so desperately been
looking for. She sighed and fell back on the bed, clutching the book to her
chest.
“It’s typical. I spend the better
part of my life reading and researching, and when it comes down to it, all he
had to do was pick it up and open it,” she said,
laughing quietly, “Thank Merlin for your luck, Ron.”
“That can’t be it,” Draco said, “There’s got to be more.”
“Well of course there is. There is
a long, complicated spell that must be done to either prove or disprove your
theory. And then there is, of course, the ritual to reverse it. But it’s all
here,” she said, showing him the book. They flipped through the pages and found
that it explained everything they needed to do, in great detail, including the
precautions that could be taken to prevent damaging the victim.
“Well… all I can say is you must
have some damn good karma,” Draco said to Ron, who
grinned sheepishly, “Or Fate really owed you a favor.”
“I’m banking on the favor,”
Hermione said.
“Hey! I’m a good person!” Ron
exclaimed.
She laughed. “I know, I know. I
was just joking, Ron.”
“Yeah, Ronald.
Get a sense of humor…” Draco scoffed, grinning.
“Shove off, ya’
ponce,” Ron said, laughing.
Draco
chuckled. “We should probably get to bed. We may be excused from classes, but
we still have a lot of work to do tomorrow.”
Ron groaned. “Can’t even have one
bloody free day…”
“It’s called weekends,”
Hermione said, smiling.
“Slave driver…” he mumbled.
“I was thinking… maybe we should
recruit from the other Houses,” Hermione said, ignoring Ron’s childish remark,
“I mean… it may be called the ‘Gold and Silver Society’, but it’s all about
inter-house unity, right? Well, who says Gryffindor and Slytherin
are the only ones who need to work on that?”
“Fair enough.
I’ll get word to Pansy and Blaise to begin making
arrangements,” Draco said, “That way,
it won’t seem odd if Harry ever brings it up.”
“Not to mention that if they
handle the recruiting, we can handle this situation,” Hermione added.
Ron just sighed. “I have a feeling
my days of adolescent freedom are coming to an end.”
“Those days came to an end a long
time ago,” Draco said.
“You just refuse to accept it,”
Hermione stated, smiling affectionately, “Anyway… to bed with us! We’ve got a
long day of preparations and Harry coddling tomorrow!”
As Draco
left for his own room, he heard, “And when is it time for Ronald coddling?”
and Hermione’s laughter. He smirked, shutting the door behind him, not really
needing to hear the response. He collapsed onto his bed and sighed. It felt
empty without Harry next to him. However, he did manage to find sleep that
night. But only barely…
When Harry woke the next day, he
was alone. Again… He sighed, falling further back into
the pillows. He didn’t know why it bothered him so much that they weren’t
there. They were probably sleeping, after all. Still…
Just as he was about to give up on
any visitors for the day and go back to sleep, the door to the hospital wing
opened and Lucius Malfoy
walked in, smiling brightly. He strode over to Harry’s bedside and promptly
presented him with a soft brown teddy bear. He eyed it warily for only a moment
before taking it and hugging it to his chest. Nobody had ever given him a
stuffed animal before.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
“I thought we might have a little
bit of a chat,” Lucius said, “While my son isn’t here
to drag you away from me.”
Harry sat up. “What did you want
to talk about?”
The man sat in a chair by the bed
and leaned forward, looking at him very seriously. “What are your intentions
with my son?”
Harry grinned. He sounded like the
cliché muggle movie dads. “I don’t really have any
intentions, so to speak. I’d like to stay with him for as long as he’ll let me.
I want to protect him and take care of him and make sure he’s always happy, for
as long as I live.”
“Those seem like some pretty big
intentions to me,” Lucius said, smiling, “And I’m
happy to hear you say that. Now, have you two been… sexual… at all?”
Harry smirked darkly. “Didn’t Voldemort tell you about what my beloved uncle did?”
Lucius
was momentarily caught off guard by the malice in the boy’s voice. However, he
quickly recovered. “I had thought that he was simply- I hadn’t thought… it’s true?”
He nodded, hugging the bear
tighter. Lucius looked sadly at him, seeing just how
young he was and realizing for the first time that he truly was just a boy.
“And Draco’s
not been pressuring you, has he?” Lucius asked.
Harry smiled. “Not
at all. He’s been really patient and sweet and he’s given me all the
time and space that I need.”
“Good. If he ever tries, though, I
want you to tell me, and I’ll have a nice little father-son talk with him,” Lucius said.
Harry laughed. “I will, thank you. But I don’t think he’d do something like
that.”
Lucius
was silent for a moment, looking thoughtful. “Do you love him?”
Harry blushed. “I don’t… I don’t
know. I think so… I might…”
Lucius
chuckled. “From the way that you talk about him, I’m almost positive that you
do.”
“How can you tell?” Harry asked.
“That special smile that appears
only on the face of those who are truly in love,” Lucius
stated.
“R-really?”
Harry said, “Because… I really think I am. Madly so, in
fact.”
“I thought as much. Have you told
him of how you feel, yet?” Lucius asked.
“No… I haven’t really found the
perfect time. And… he hasn’t said it yet, so I don’t know how he feels about
me,” Harry said.
“Trust me,” Lucius
said, smiling softly, “I know my son very well, and I’ve never seen him act the
way he does when he’s with you.”
Harry smiled. “I suppose I should
tell him. I’ll wait until I’m out of this place though… I don’t think this is
the proper setting to reveal one’s feelings.”
Lucius
laughed. “No. It most definitely is not.”
They spent a few more moments
discussing inane things, such as classes and Hogsmeade
weekends and what his plans were for the winter hols,
until Lucius could tell that the boy had grown
fatigued and stood.
“I’ll take my leave. You need to
get as much rest as you can, young man. I’m sure that Draco
is going mad without you around,” Lucius said,
ruffling his hair affectionately.
“Alright.
Thank you again. For the bear… he’s lovely,” Harry murmured, still hugging the
gift as he fell asleep.
Lucius
left the infirmary with a smile on his face, wondering at how he had taken such
a liking to Harry in such a short amount of time. And
blissfully unaware of the many plots and schemes circling around him at that
very moment.
“We shouldn’t wake him…” he heard
as he slowly regained consciousness.
“He would want to know!” another
voice argued.
He cracked an eye open to see Ron
and Blaise arguing while Pansy and Hermione simply
shook their heads.
“What, exactly, would I want to
know?” he asked.
“Oh, good!
You’re awake!” Hermione said, “We just thought you would like to know that
Madame Pomfrey told us your dad paid Harry a visit
earlier today.”
“What?!” he exclaimed, throwing
the covers away and jumping out of bed, “Why wasn’t I told the moment he
arrived at the infirmary?!”
“We figured you probably hadn’t
gotten very much sleep… so we didn’t want to disturb you,” Pansy said.
“We
nothing! I wanted to tell him straight away!” Ron exclaimed, “You bloody
wankers wouldn’t let me!”
“Harry’s fine, though,” Hermione
stated, “They apparently had a pretty nice talk. And your dad was really kind.”
“He brought Harry a little stuffed
teddy bear. Harry was hugging it rather tightly when we checked on him earlier,”
Pansy said, grinning, “It was sweet.”
Hermion
raised a hand to silence his protests. “I scanned it for any curses or spells,
before you even ask. It was just a normal teddy bear.”
He scowled at them, or tried, but
he lost it and just sighed, sitting on the bed.
“Draco,
don’t worry. We’ll have our answers soon enough,” Hermione said.
He nodded. “I know… but I still
can’t help but worrying.”
“I understand, but I don’t think
you have anything to worry about at the moment,” Hermione replied.
“Is he awake now?” Draco asked.
“No, he’s sleeping,” Ron said,
“But Madame Pomfrey said that she had to wake him in
about an hour to run some more tests. And we can visit him then.”
Draco
sighed. “Good.”
“You really didn’t get any
sleep last night, did you?” Blaise said, grinning.
“Barely any.
I’m so used to sharing a bed with Harry that it’s hard to sleep without him
here,” Draco stated.
“That’s so cute!” Pansy said,
smiling merrily.
Blaise
and Ron groaned simultaneously and grinned at each other.
“So… did you tell them about our
plans for G.A.S.?” Draco asked.
“Yes, they did, and we’ve already
begun working on it,” Pansy said.
Draco
smirked. “Of course you are. You guys are seriously the best.”
“We know,” Blaise
said.
“Well! We all have some work to
do, so we should probably get to it,” Hermione said, giving Draco
a pointed look.
“Unfortunately, she’s right,” Draco said, “I’ll come find you two after dinner to discuss
any possible new members you may have found.”
Pansy and Blaise
nodded, taking their leave.
“So, more research do you think?
Or should we just proceed with our plan?” Ron asked.
“I’m going to research and
practice that spell,” Draco said, “Why don’t you guys
start taking notes on the reversal process?”
They nodded, cracking the book
open to the place they’d marked. They spent the better part of an hour like
this before it was time to visit Harry.
“Hey, guys!” Harry said when they
walked in, “Pomfrey’s just finished her tests. She
says I have to spend one more night here and then I can leave tomorrow
morning.”
“That’s great, Harry,” Hermione
said, “Have you been keeping up with your schoolwork at all?”
He laughed. “Yes, I have. Seamus
and Dean brought me everything I missed. Don’t worry.”
Draco
sat on the edge of his bed and Harry moved over to give him more room. “I heard
Dad came by today.”
Harry nodded. “He did. And look
what he brought me!” He showed them the bear that he still had tucked safely
within the circle of his arms. “Nobody’s ever given me a stuffed animal before…
so I’ve decided to name him Uno! Since he’s my first
teddy bear, you know.”
They smiled at his child-like
enthusiasm.
“What did you two talk about?” Draco asked, trying to sound casual and only just managing
it.
Harry laughed again. “Actually, he
wanted to ask me what my intentions toward you were. And then we talked about…
some other stuff…” He blushed, remembering his candid confession to the man
regarding his feelings for Draco. “Mostly we just
talked about classes and you. Just normal things.”
Draco
quirked an eyebrow at the blush, but didn’t press the matter. He didn’t want to
upset him while he was still recovering and risk a longer stay in the
infirmary.
“Any luck with the new recruits?”
Harry asked, changing the subject.
“Pansy and Blaise
are still looking into it. I’m going to talk to them after dinner,” Draco said, “Do you want me to bring them here? I’m sure
they’d like to see you.”
“Sure!” Harry said, smiling, “I
really can’t wait to be out of here… back in your room, with the big comfy
bed…”
Draco
grinned. “Tell me about it…”
“Have you had any trouble
sleeping, Harry?” Hermione asked.
Harry shook his head, knowing that
she was asking about nightmares and visions. “I’m pretty sure Pomfrey’s been dosing me up with Dreamless Sleep. Not that
I’m complaining, of course.”
“Has Sev
been in to see you?” Draco asked.
“A couple times.
He brought me his own copy of the notes for Potions today, and he said that
he’d be back later to give me some kind of special restorative tea,” he
replied, smirking, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s grown a bit
fond of me.”
“Oh, he has. He’ll never admit it,
but he definitely has,” Draco stated.
“Oh yeah… Ron, I was wondering if
you could take over practice for tomorrow,” Harry said abruptly.
“Why? You’re going to be out of
here by then, aren’t you?” Ron said.
“Yeah, but I’m under strict
instructions to rest tomorrow. And to take it easy for the
next week or so. So… will you? You’re the only person I trust enough
with this,” Harry said, “And the only person who knows enough about the plays-
considering you came up with a great deal of them- to help the other players
with them.”
Ron swelled a bit with pride.
“Alright, mate. I’ll take over for you. Just… don’t make a habit out of it.”
“I’ll try, but you know me,” Harry
said, making them laugh.
They ended up spending the
majority of their afternoon with Harry, doing their homework together and
planning out the following G.A.S. meeting and discussing prospective members in
the other two houses. Eventually, Madame Pomfrey came
bustling in and shooed them out for dinner.
“So…” Ron said as the door to the
hospital wing was closed firmly behind them, “When are we going to do it?”
“I figure tomorrow before dinner,”
Draco said, “And if our suspicions are correct, we’ll
proceed with phase two at the meeting on Saturday.”
They nodded in agreement and
headed down to dinner, unaware of the pair of eyes that followed their movement
from the shadows.
~XVIII~
Bwah hahahaha! Don’t you just adore me?! I made you wait all
that time and then I don’t even give you any answers! I just love suspense! And
trust me… I don’t plan on revealing very much of anything for quite a while.
^_^ Please review! Remember, it not only feeds the plot bunnies- vicious little
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