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THIS STORY CONTINUES AFTER THE BATTLE AND IS THE FIRST OF THE NEXT BATCH
[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
~~~ REBUILDING ~~~
Harry wandered around the wreck of Hogwarts whilst people were collecting themselves and flooing or apparating away. Some of the students including those from the group - minus Draco - Stayed over for the night in one of the dormitories that were still inhabitable. The following day Minerva called Harry into her office. When he arrived Kingsley was there.
"Look, Harry, I know it's an imposition, but I need some favours from you. I want to try to heal our fractured society."
"I hope that it isn't endorsing the Ministry's line, because I refused before and I'll not do it now."
Minerva looked at Harry askance because of the forceful way he had said it. However, she held her peace.
"No Harry, that's not what I want. You do know, don't you, that once you are eighteen you will automatically become a seneschal?"
"What's a seneschal?"
"A member of the Wizengamot."
"Because you now represent two old pure-blood houses. One by birth, that of Potter and one by inheritance, that of Black."
"So?"
"You actually represent the bringing together of two houses that were opposed to each other. As such you are the ideal person to try and persuade the ultra conservatives and the moderates to co-operate."
"How do I do that?"
Firstly, attend funerals of people on both sides, sympathising with their loss and emphasising that, as we are such a small community, we should work together. You were brought up as a muggle so you can also see us from that point of view."
"Fine ... I see that. But I have a stipulation for doing so."
Kingsley smiled wryly: "I thought you might ... Tell me?"
"Some of the mages attitudes are of being superior, when in fact they're just as argumentative and prone to make mistakes as anyone else."
"I grant you that, but where are you going with it?"
"Towards recognition of the main magical races as being equal. Not in the way Hermione wants, but having equal rights. I am thinking about the elves being badly treated. I've learned that they like serving decent masters. Look at the Hogwarts elves, they take a pride in their work and successive Headmasters have treated them well. I read in 'Hogwarts A History' that they were protected from those wishing to hold elf hunts. Thus each side gained. The elves got some protection and the school some fine workers who have decent quarters and are well fed. The goblins work for the good of the whole community, but are denied that recognition. I feel sure that if a few were invited to be ... Um ... Seneschals, then they would feel valued for what they are. Then recognition of the other sentient beings like the centaurs might be possible."
Kingsley chuckled: "Just at the moment the liberals hold the majority and they have much the same ideas. If we were to move quickly, before the pure-blood reactionaries have sorted out replacements for their dead seneschals then it’s a possibility. You should come and talk to their leader."
Harry looked surprised. He realised that Kingsley had outflanked him. He also wanted to help in healing the rifts if possible. So he agreed to go with Kingsley, once he had talked it over with his close friends.
Later that day the group met. Naturally Hermione was all for it, although she quibbled a bit about the elves rights. Blaise pointed out that maybe she had to gain things by small victories and the proposed bill of rights was a good step in that direction. Seamus supported that view, saying that he treated their elves courteously and they in turn helped him in many ways. Whereas his father ordered them around and got minimal co-operation in return. Justin said there were servants at his home who would walk out if they were treated as some pure-blood families treated their elves. So Harry went along with Kingsley's ideas.
The next six weeks Harry resided at Number Twelve and with Kingsley's help attended funerals and gatherings; all the time preaching the good news of co-operation. Many people were so glad that he had saved them that they promised to work with him and others to try to heal their society. He even got a good response from the goblins at Gringotts. That was quite a surprise.
One goblin said that now he was recognised as heir of the Blacks, and that Bellatrix's vault was an hereditary Black vault, so he could not be accused of taking anything from it. In passing he said that the break-in had made them tighten-up and alter their security.
As for the other group members, they followed Justin’s lead, by offering to help Minerva rebuild the magical academy. It helped Blaise to stay out of his mother's clutches until he was eighteen and had the protection of both magical and muggle laws. Filius managed to find a good lawyer to represent him. So he gained the income from and full administration of his hereditary estates.
Seamus and Dean had been banned from Finnegan's Fortress until they split up; which was not going to happen. They went to see Dean's mother; who encouraged them to go and help in the rebuilding. Justin's father made a large sum of money available to help in that way and one of the goblins was asked to administer the account. It so happened that it was Griphook who volunteered.
~~~ REJOICING ~~~
Voldemort was beaten. The Wizarding world rejoiced. Harry Potter however, wanted to be away from all the fuss. Having appeared in public at some of the more important functions of the celebrations. One of the funerals he attended was the state funeral of Severus Snape – Once the professor's spying duties had been revealed.
One of these celebrations, on Saturday 23^rd of May, had him enrobed in as the youngest member of the Wizengamot to represent both the Black and Potter families. That meeting accepted Kingsley’s resignation as Temporary Minister; electing Dirk Creswell in his stead; Kingsley taking over as Head Auror. It seems that, contrary to the rumour the death-eaters had spread; Mr Creswell was alive; having been kept incognito inside one of the Manor’s cells. That made him one of the heroes and because of his understanding of goblins he was ideal to push through the new emancipation measures.
Harry had learned that such representative heads of houses were called seneschals and that this meeting had been delayed by one week specially to allow him time to attend, normally the august body met on second and fourth Saturdays each month. In his maiden speech he urged the eminent body to repeal laws that made goblins and elves second class citizens. He was amazed a fortnight later when, promoted by the liberals, a bill of rights, enumerating them, the centaurs and others as sentient beings and giving them equality under the law – It became known in later years as Potter’s Emancipation Bill. After that was passed a very pleased Hermione went to the antipodes with the intention of repatriating her parents to their former home.
The Burrow was uninhabitable so Harry invited the Weasleys to stay at Grimmauld Place until their house could be decontaminated from the curses and the burnt parts repaired. So it was that he had family around him who were not always being over grateful, having their own sorrows to nurse as well; this gave him a neutral space in which to sort out his life. A more amenable Kreacher was there and he had recruited two elfin helpers, Grouchy and Huppert, to help with the cleanliness and putting to rights of the appalling state of the building. When Harry asked Kreacher about them he was informed that their family had been exterminated and the house destroyed by Voldemort and that House Black had a connection with that family a few generations ago. Kreacher showed where on the tapestry.
One day when Harry was feeling depressed about his property, Molly hugged him: “At least we can deal with these curses here and set them to rights because we can recognise them. The ones at the Burrow are not as easy to weigh up, Dear. Arthur thinks the Unmentionables will have to be brought in.
Once the excitement had died down somewhat, Harry managed to dodge the spotlight of fame; trying to piece back a private life that had always seemed to elude him, or else had been taken from him by intruding events. He was also trying to deal with his realisation that the prickle had been attached to feelings about the opposite sex. He had to deal with his heightened homosexual sensitivity, now that the foreboding and excitement of battle were no longer there. In one of the Golden Trio’s quiet chats in the tapestry room Harry picked up courage to out himself.
Hermione took his hand: “Harry, you’re still our friend. I really don’t care whom you fancy. Seamus and Dean are great fun to be with and we suspect they have a gay relationship going. If you’re happy that way, we’ll support you. Won’t we Ron?”
“Yeah! I s’pose we will. ’Though I was really looking forward to having you as a brother-in-law. Does Ginny know?”
“Not yet, but she’s changed too. I want to see whether this is just a phase I’m going through, or the result of the geas, but there’s no way I want to condemn her to a loveless marriage. I think of her rather like a beloved sister – more like you Herms; if you see what I mean.”
“You’ll have to tell her sometime, Harry!”
“Yes Herms, I promise, but I’ll need some time by myself to sort out my feelings first. I wonder if the cottage at Godric’s Hollow could be repaired?”
Ronald and Hermione had difficulty in keeping quiet over the rest of the group’s plans for Harry’s parent’s cottage.
~~~ MALFOY MANOR ~~~
Draco Malfoy and his parents had disapparated early from the scene at Harry’s prompting. They were there, along with a sizable number of death eaters. No one in authority knew of their whereabouts, but the suspicions were that they were holed up in Malfoy Manor. Being untraceable and presumably under a Fidelius charm, there was no way to find them, despite many very thorough searches being carried out. All that was known was that the magical entrance to Malfoy Manor moved around indiscriminately and that only holders of the scarab-rings could find the gateway. Unfortunately, no scarab-rings had been captured. Someone had, in the confused aftermath of the battle of Hogwarts, removed any such adornment from the cadavers of known followers of Voldemort.
Draco was in a quandary. Something had happened when Harry rescued him from the Fiendfyre. The close contact and the aftermath of the geas had augmented some inner turmoil. Draco was unsure what it meant and with Uncle Severus, his godfather, dead he had no one he could trust to discuss it with. Although his brain told him not to have anything to do with his rescuer because the compulsion ring and the geas perpetrator were gone; his inner feelings drew him towards Harry. Having heard a little about life debts, Draco supposed that this was what the instinct was and that he would have to find a way of discharging it. Problem was, in his present situation, with his father breathing vituperation about the interfering scar-faced student with every other word, Draco dare not tell of his worries to anyone. The remaining death eaters now regarded Lucius as their Seignior and were preparing for some kind of retaliation.
Draco knew that he wanted out of this situation, but had no way of escaping. He saw how futile any resistance to the light was and how morally wrong the ex-Dark Lord’s stance had been. Draco withdrew into his rooms and tried to have as little contact with anyone as possible. He worked hard on reaching some understanding about his inner turmoil, reading book after book from his father’s library. At one time he had had dreams about Potter – mostly about tying him up and doing unspeakable things to him. Somehow these dreams had metamorphosed and, although the annoying Gryffindor was still bound, there were definite sexual references to their brief liaison at the magical inn and their geas led escapades. Draco grew more worried when he had involuntary ejaculations during those dreams; especially when the accompanying fantasies echoed what could have happened in Myrtle’s bathroom if Harry had reciprocated.
~~~ GRIMMAULD PLACE DURING MAY ~~~
Although Hogwarts had been disrupted one thing that everyone agreed on was that the students should carry on with their studies, despite the wreckage around them. Those, like Harry and his coterie, who had missed much of the final year, were to be given another chance by becoming eighth-years – the majority of whom would take their delayed NEWT’s just before Easter. So there was a concerted effort by those remaining able-bodied mages to have Hogwarts returned to something like its former grandeur. Certain students also joined in, including Justin, Blaise, Dean and Seamus.
Harry could not face school for the time being, wanting to sort out his life, so he continued his temporary residence in Number Twelve. There were things he had left at Privet Drive and, despite their treatment of him; he wanted to see the Dursleys safely ensconced in their home again. Hermione and Ronald wanted to accompany him, but bowed to his fervent wish to go alone and his reminder that he could now legally use his wand to defend himself.
“There’s always your galleon, Harry, if you need us.” Hermione had urged.
“Thanks Guys, I will. You two need some quality time together as well without me acting as a chaperone. And you need time with your parents, Herms. I’ll see you at my birthday party, if not before.”
“Don’t forget it’s at the Burrow, Mate.”
“No Ron, I won’t, that is if it’s decontaminated by then. I feel like family there, but there are the Dursleys to be settled in first.”
“I still don’t know why you bother with them, Harry; after all they did to you.”
“Honestly, Ron, we have to make efforts to integrate people now …”
Harry could see another Hermione lecture coming on so he quietly switched off his mental antennae and planned his escape hoping; somehow, to end up in Godric’s Hollow.
~~~ MALFOY MANOR ~~~
Lucius was furious about the failure of Voldemort’s schemes and vowed to carry on his master’s superior work, backed by his coterie of supporters.
Narcissa on the other hand was sanguine, saying that they should wait in hiding until things settled down.
Draco had never seen his parents arguing openly and in so heated a manner before and started to worry about his mother when she seemed to be losing out. Eventually Lucius drew his wand and silenced her and when Draco came out of seclusion to object he was brutally silenced also.
~~~ PRIVET DRIVE ~~~
Early on Saturday afternoon the 30^th of May, Harry apparated onto the back lawn at the Dursley house, thus surprising Dudley who was cutting the grass.
“Hello Harry, good to see you.”
Harry’s mouth fell open in surprise.
“Okay Specky,” Dudley explained: “I know I was horrid to you, but things are different now. I’m sorry for the way we treated you. Have you come to see Dad?”
“Um … Yes … And collect a few things. Why are things so different with you?”
“Come and sit in the deckchair, please?”
A flabbergasted Harry did as he was bid.
“Dad was furious at the beginning and I was sulky too;” Dudley continued: “The big house where we stayed had lots of other people like us sheltering there as well. Our hosts were kindness incarnate and so were the various witches and wizards who took turns in guarding us. I don’t know when it happened, but I started to realise what a celebrity you were, not in the nasty pop-group sense, but in the way everyone was relying on you to save us. It took Dad much longer to come round and Mum still has relapses about magic being unnatural.”
Dudley paused and passed Harry some lemonade. Harry was reminded of the tentative peace overtures Dudley had made just before they were evacuated
“You know how I like computer games, well that blossomed out. Dad was worried about work, although officially he was in quarantine with a contagious disease he wanted to keep in touch. There were a couple of rooms that were screened so that the magic didn’t interfere with the electronics. Dad’s hopeless at the keyboard, so I was roped in, somewhat unwillingly, to act as his computer-op. Once I got used to the tool trade, it became quite interesting. Actually it’s a great challenge finding or inventing the tools for the job required; much better than boring old school. So now I’m joining the firm and Dad’s got his old job back. C’mon, we’d better go inside and meet them; I think I heard their car arriving back from shopping.”
Harry had profuse apologies from Uncle Vernon, who seemed to have lightened up. He even managed to giggle about the escapade with Aunt Marge. “She still won’t talk to me you know. At least we don’t have to put up with her snuffling dog anymore. Funny thing though, the episode only came back to me when our health was being checked out before we came back home.”
Harry privately thought that some charm had lifted the oblivation during the process.
Aunt Petunia managed to unbend enough to hug Harry. Something he was very unsure about and he caught Dudley smiling in sympathy. She even managed to cook a meal without demanding that Harry do it. He did offer to help with the washing up, slipping back into his old roll; only this time Dudley did the drying whilst a contentedly humming Uncle Vernon put things away.
When he went upstairs he found his room was as Harry had left it, although cleaned up. He lay on the bed remembering previous stays, and when the wardrobe door rattled due to a passing car, he almost imagined Dobby was there.
During their conversations over the next couple of days, some serious rapprochement took place. They agreed that Harry should have his own place and took a trip to Godric’s Hollow on the Monday to see Chantry Cottage, Harry’s parents’ home. Whilst the rest of the group were learning rebuilding charms at Hogwarts, Harry summoned Hermione, as she knew a spell to allow the Dursleys to see through the concealing charm. They all agreed that this would make an ideal abode for Harry and, as he was not quite eighteen yet. Uncle Vernon, after seeing a Gringotts statement, agreed to set up a rebuilding contract on it. They stayed at the local pub overnight and went to see the local builder. As he was slack at the moment Mr Cartwright, said he would start the following week.
~~~ CHANTRY COTTAGE ~~~
The following day, Minerva McGonagall and Filius Flitwick came along, and together they lifted the concealing charm, emitting at the same time, a believing charm on the locals.
“Are you the owner of the old wreck?” asked a passer-by of Harry. “It’d be nice to see it repaired again.” Thus confirming that the charm had worked.
“I’ve got a fixed date contract for you, Harry,” Uncle Vernon said. “I’ve given them the deposit that you got from your bank. Are you sure there’s enough in the Potter account to cover it?”
Harry assured his uncle that there was, reminding him of the bank statement he had seen. Mr Cartwright presented his estimate and phased payments were agreed with his firm.
A week later, Mr Cartwright reported a problem with the authorities. As Chantry Cottage was in a conservation area, its traditional outline had to be reinstated. This included a peculiar look-out around the centre chimney and a barn, which obscured most of the public side of the house. The remains of the barn’s walls had been hidden in the vegetation when Hermione and Harry had visited before going to Bagshot Cottage, the previous Christmas. A compromise was reached with the planners, whereby Harry could put unobtrusive skylights in the barn’s lean-to roof and use it as a workshop cum garage, but all the enormous wooden doors had to be re-erected, even if they were not going to be used.
~~~ MALFOY MANOR ~~~
Lucius decided to test the waters of his support base by issuing invitations to Draco’s eighteenth birthday party; for a change to be held on the correct date. His parents patched up their quarrel enough to try and make it a memorable day for him. So for a week the Manor was filled with hustle and bustle as all was prepared for the great day.
When the replies to the invitations came in: The Zabinis had gone abroad and would not be present. The Parkinson and Greengrass Owls returned with the invitations unopened. Many of the Slytherin waverers replied that they had previous engagements. Draco only had one of his contemporaries there, Gregory and he appeared uneasy. Draco thought that there had been some heavy parental pressure applied, but having suffered the same, wisely did not allude to it. The party turned out to be a massive death-eater rally more than a celebration of the heir’s double coming of age. Draco endured all the false bonhomie knowing that Lucius would punish him severely if he did not toe the ‘Magnificent Malfoys’ line.
Draco’s equilibrium was also disturbed because he had eventually realised that he was truly gay and had worked out that some of his feelings for his rescuer from the Fiendfyre were sexual in nature; as well as recalling the geas and their fling when they were younger. He felt that his mother might just understand, but his father, in his new role, definitely would not. The continuance of the Malfoy line was paramount as far as Lucius was concerned and Draco dreaded the day when his homosexuality came to his father’s attention. On occasional days he would pluck up courage to tell them, but something always occurred to put him off. Usually he just avoided the subject altogether in the continued solitude of his rooms; only coming out for meals. Other times he would sneak off into the gardens with his broom and distract himself by hedgehopping over the trees and borders. He was bored and frightened of his father’s growing intransigence about anything that deviated from the ‘Marvellous Malfoys’ line of thought.
After everyone had departed from his birthday celebration Draco wished his parents goodnight and retired to his lavish bedroom. He mused on the fact that only a semi-reluctant Gregory, out of his friends, had come to wish him happy birthday and worried about what it meant. To try and quieten his mind Draco went through the list of presents he had received, most of which would just enter the Malfoy collection, being symbolic more than wanted. There were a couple of books he prized, including the potions encyclopaedia that Gregory had thoughtfully given. Somehow this led to thinking about Hogwarts and the friends he had had there. He remembered the fizz of excitement in being top dog in his house, but realised it would never be repeated because many of his fellows were as disenchanted as he was with the death-eater ideals.
He wished he had managed to repair the budding friendship with Harry, but it had not been possible because he had whisked his parents away from the after-battle scene at the said mage’s prompting. However, his fantasies were not to be curbed so easily. Imperceptibly some of his feelings of indebtedness to Harry had created night-time fantasies, based on previous encounters, of a naked and willing Gryffindor.
One night, Draco was enjoying these masturbatory illusions and the very satisfying feelings of coition. Casting a cleaning charm he turned on to his stomach and relaxed prior to slumber.
Lucius had been watching his son suspiciously all the way through the party. He noticed that the ladies were treated politely but that was all. He also noticed Draco’s eyes wandering towards the nether regions of certain handsome men. The result was that Lucius now stood outside his son’s bedroom, gently legillimensing Draco’s imaginings.
As soon as Draco turned over Lucius burst through the door, whipped the bedclothes off his semi-comatose son, and applied a leather thong remorselessly.
“I’ll not have any of my progeny consorting with the same sex, am I understood? That is for young boys … Not the grown man you are now. Your destiny is to continue the Malfoy line and not indulge in any form of disgusting homosexual practices and especially not with that muggle raised, scar-faced son of a Mudblood.”
Draco yelled out in surprised pain trying to gasp out some form of apology.
Only when his son’s behind was red raw and bleeding did Lucius relent.
Sobbing fearfully, Draco drifted off to sleep; not daring to soil the bedclothes by drawing up a coverlet. And puzzling over his father’s change of mind about sexual politics.
~~~ DURING THE NIGHT ~~~
Sometime in the middle of the night Draco awoke, he was lying on his front and someone was rubbing his cut behind.
“Shush! Don’t make a noise.” It was his mother’s voice. “The balm potion will soothe and heal. By tomorrow all will be cured. Why do you annoy him like that?”
“I didn’t do it intentionally Mother, he caught me thinking of school and of Harry.”
“You think of him as Harry do you? Not so long ago he was Potter and you almost spat the ‘P’ when you said it.”
“Yes … Well … I’ve seen what havoc that monster Father called Lord wreaked. I have no wish to be associated with it in any way. I think I’ve been attracted to Harry since we started school, but I got caught up with pure-blood politics with my associates in Slytherin. Later on I had to toe the party line, or 'the-monster-that-Harry-killed' threatened to kill you all. Then there was the geas Voldemort put on me. Funny thing that, Harry had endured a similar compulsion, too. I think my regard will remain unrequited; there’s no way I can even hope to get into his circle of friends now.”
“My poor baby. Maybe if we can find a nice docile young lady for you, you’ll forget this fixation. Lots of young men go through a phase of being physically attracted to their own sex, so no harm would be done.”
“Not one like Pansy or Millicent please. They have a reputation for being man eaters and I’ve kept myself uncontaminated from them.”
“Still a virgin with girls are you? So was I until your father breached me, you were the result. He’s so cruel and he only thinks of his own gratification. Some of that is being violent with me; it’s horrible.”
“Why don’t you leave him then?”
“Our magics are bound together, and my entire Black dowry is tied up in this house. If I leave I’ll have nowhere to go and no money to buy anywhere or feed myself … There; that should make you comfortable. Sleep well my son; goodnight.”
“Goodnight Mother, have a restful night.”
Narcissa lightly kissed her son’s brow and Draco settled down again. His mind scuttled over possible fiancées; every time returning to the alluring image of a certain green eyed young wizard.
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