Harry Potter and the Royal Veela | By : SevenSword Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 48967 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Mrs. Weasley, who had busy at the sink, rushed over to the girl, leaving the pans to wash themselves; Ron knelt down next to his mom and waited patiently for her to say something. The older witch took the paper the girl was still lightly clutching in her hand.
Ron watched his mother take the paper from Hermione, glance at it, turn just as pale as his currently passed out friend, then quickly roll up the paper and shove it into her apron pocket.
“Ron, dear, will you take her to the guest bed.” Molly Weasley asked her son, as she stood and slowly headed back toward the sink.
He nodded, scooped up the smaller girl and carried her up to the guest room she had been staying in while visiting his family.
For the rest of the day Hermione had refused to come out of the room, Mrs. Weasley would break down crying from time to time, and Ron was just plain confused, that is until his father finally got home. He was carrying the same issue of the Daily Prophet, and his eyes looked red and puffy like he had been crying for a good while.
When Ron asked, “What the bloody hell is going on around here?!” Mr. Weasley grasped his son’s shoulder firmly and handed him the paper. Ronald Weasley never cried; he got upset, he got even, but he never cried. “He’s not dead.” Was all the young man said, handed the paper back to his shocked father and started pacing the small kitchen.
And this would be the case every time Hermione got a new issue of the Daily Prophet; Mrs.Weasley was truly afraid her poor floor would give way soon. Eventually, Hermione was able to stay conscious and Mrs. Weasley tried to keep her break downs to twice a day.
(End of Flashback)
“Mione, I don’t know how you can keep still! Do you hear what he’s saying! I bet the Ministry, those dirty cowards, aren’t even looking for Harry!” Ron slammed both his hands down on the table, earning him a disapproving look from both his mother and Hermione.
“Really Ron, don’t you think I miss Harry too…but we might just have to start accepting the fact that he could be…” Just thinking the last word brought the brunette girl to tears so she lowered head, trying to collect herself.
“No, don’t even think that, any of you! Harry’s not dead, I know he’s not, I just know it.” Ron snapped at everyone at the table.
The dark haired visitor sitting at the far end of the table sighed in frustration at yet another outburst from Harry’s red headed best friend. This had been the twelfth time his presence had been requested in the last five months. It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate the young man’s devotion to his godson, but it was all getting tiring.
Not to mention the constant owls from the Ministry, who had indeed been searching high and low for the ‘Boy Who Lived.’ There were also the two owls a day he had received from Headmaster Dumbledore since Harry’s disappearance.
And now he had been getting letters from an ominous writer, insisting they be told if Harry was still alive and, if he was, how was he doing; those were coming twice a week now as well. He would have liked very much to take the bunch of them and rip them to shreds, but Lupin insisted on answering every single one.
The dark haired man looked up toward Ronald Weasley, who had apparently asked him a question.
“Well, Sirius, do you believe it or not?” Ron stood up straight with his arms crossed in front of his chest. Sirius had to admit the boy did look intimidating; he grown quite a bit.
He was a strikingly handsome young man; his hair was a fire red color that matched his personality, which hung mid way down his neck. He had grown taller and now stood at 6’3; at least 5 inches taller than Harry. He had a broad chest and Sirius noted various flexing muscles under his tight maroon sweater. He would try and make it a point of not getting into physical disputes with the young man.
“Like I said five times before, Ronald, I’m afraid I only know what I’m told by the Ministry and those that were near enough to Harry during the battle with ‘He Who Must Not Be Named’ to see what happened.” At this Ron opened his mouth to argue, but was quickly silenced by Sirius’ raised hand.
“And those that did see anything had, for some reason, lost that portion of their memory.” Once again Sirius waved his hand dismissing Ron’s argument. “The Ministry and Dumbledore have both been looking into that matter and have found nothing as of yet.”
At the mention of Dumbledore’s name Ron lit up slightly. “So the Headmaster believes Harry’s alive too?”
Sirius raised an eyebrow in irritation. It was true, the Headmaster of Hogwarts did believe that Harry was still alive; the old wizard was a clever old bat, Sirius had to give him that much. He mentally laughed; Lupin hated when he addressed Dumbledore that way.
Sirius turned his attention back to the red-head, determined to stick to his story. A flicker of that determination flashed in his dark brown eyes.
“Of course, Ron, we all want to believe it, but like Hermione said, he has been missing for so long. I know it’s hard to say or even think it, but the chances of him being found alive are slim to none.” Sirius regretted his statement as soon as he had finished.
Molly Weasley was in a fit of tears and Harry’s other best friend, Hermione Granger, was close behind. This time his was frustration evident to everyone in the room.
Ron narrowed his eyes, looking hard at Sirius. “You know, Black, for someone who claims to love Harry you seem to have no trouble with the idea of him being dead.”
The dark haired wizard mentally kicked himself; he had no idea a Weasley could be that quick witted. But no one has ever been able to outwit Sirius Black and this young wizard would be no exception.
“Forgive me, Mr. Weasley…” Sirius stressed the others name to show just how offended he was by his accusation. “But you are the fifth person I have visited today and I have two more to go; all these visits are a constant reminder that Harry is gone. That I couldn’t protect him. Unlike the rest of you, neither Lupin nor I have had a moments piece to morn our Godson. So please forgive me if I am a little frustrated with the current choice of topics. Now if you’re done questioning my feelings for my Godson and the rumors of his whereabouts, I’d like to get some rest before my next questioning.”
Sirius stood and gracefully turned toward the door, smiling slightly at his victory when he was sure no one could see his face. When no one tried to stop him, he opened the large wooden door and walked out quickly, closing it firmly behind him. Walking just as quickly down the short walkway he disappeared in a cloud of smoke.
Ron clenched his fists, the only reason he hadn’t said something back to the older wizard was his father’s firm grasps on his shoulder.
“Something’s not right, I know there’s something his hiding from us.” Ron looked at his father, who just smiled back nodding his head. He didn’t want to upset his son anymore than he already was.
“I think Ron might be right. It does seem like Sirius is keeping something from us.” Ron turned his head, surprised to see Hermione starring straight at him with a look he hadn’t seen in almost a year.
It was the look she used to give Harry and him when she knew what to say or do to solve their frequent problems. The same look that used to make Ron so nervous, but now made him smile like a fool. If Hermione thought something was wrong then something was wrong.
Mr. Weasley rolled his eyes, but sat down without saying a word, knowing he would be ignored even if he had spoken. Mrs. Weasley, who had finally managed to calm herself down, dismissed the whole conversation and started pulling out various ingredients for a cherry pie; cooking for her family always helped calm her nerves.
“I understand that he’s been under a lot of pressure since Harry’s disappearance, but he did act amazingly unemotional when he talked about the possibility of Harry…” The brunette girl stopped herself before she finished her sentence trying to think of how to rephrase it. “Being gone. And not to mention the fact that when you asked if Headmaster Dumbledore believed Harry was still alive, Sirius got really wound up and defensive. Mr. Weasley you have to agree at least with that fact.”
The older Weasley starred at the girl for a moment, then nodded his agreement.
“So, what do you think he’s hiding, ‘Mione?” Ron asked, taking a seat next to one of his best friends.
“That I don’t know, Ron, but I do have an idea of how we can find out.” Hermione smiled, another rarity in the last year.
Remus Lupin flipped thoughtfully through the five neatly written pages of the newest letter he had received concerning his godson. He had taken a great interest in the letters from the anonymous writer going by the alias Dragon, which has started with a two sentence note that had simply stated:
To the Godfather of Harry James Potter:
I’ve been reading in the paper that Harry is missing, is this true or simply another stunt by the Ministry?
-Dragon
Lupin had to practically knock poor Sirius senseless to keep him from burning the letter upon reading it. He had made the decision when the whole thing began and the various letters started pouring in, that he could not simply ignore them like Sirius had quickly decided to do. So he responded to Dragon’s letter.
Dragon:
I am sorry to inform you that the papers are telling the sad truth and our dear godson, Harry, is indeed missing. And, before you think to ask it, no, we have no clues as to where he could be or how he is doing. We are grateful for your concern and are sorry we could not send you better news.
Remus Lupin
Lupin was sure that would be the end of Dragon’s letters, dismissing it as one of Harry’s many female admires. But to his surprise and Sirius’ dismay the letters started coming more frequently, each time getting longer and longer.
Dragon still asked if there was any new news on Harry’s whereabouts, but wanting to learn more about Harry as a person, not just the hero of the Wizarding world.
After the fifth letter Lupin knew Dragon wasn’t just another awestruck obsessive admire; one of those girls that swooned over Harry from a safe distance. He couldn’t say for sure, but he felt that he had meet this Dragon before; but where?
The recent five page letter he had received had Lupin slightly worried; he noticed lately that Dragon’s letters were becoming less and less optimistic and he wrote briefly about new problems at home. The rest of the letter consisted of theories as to where Harry could be; this part worried Lupin the most.
It was already bad enough they had the Ministry and Dumbledore looking for Harry, not to mention Ronald Weasley, but they couldn’t risk any more people snooping around.
Remus looked down at the letter once again, deciding it would be best if Sirius didn’t see this one. He had barely tucked the letter away in his robes when a loud “poof” sound filled the room, along with a small cloud of smoke.
He waved his hand trying to clear the smoke, not really paying particular attention to the source of it, having put up a relocation spell on the entire left wing of the Black Manor. The spell allowed only Sirius and himself to enter that portion of the manor, not that Lupin left it much.
“How was your meeting with Ronald?” Lupin asked, while at the same time double checking to make sure his robes were completely closed, concealing the distressing letter.
“How do you think?” The dark haired man sat down with a slight smile lacing his normally irritated features.
Frowning, Lupin looked at his lifelong companion. “Sirius, what have you done?”
Sirius looked up at Lupin giving him an ‘I’m as innocent as the day I was born’ look, which only proved to further upset the werewolf sitting next to him. The dark haired wizard rolled his eyes and picked up a warm cup of green tea which had appeared on the table in front of them.
“To make a long story short, he claimed the ministry was not looking nearly hard enough for Harry, basically accused you and me of not caring that Harry was gone, and, added to that, now he knows…”
Remembering it was his fault that the information that Dumbledore was looking for Harry had been leaked to Ronald Weasley, Sirius took a long sip of his tea, hoping Lupin hadn’t been paying attention.
“Sirius Black, what did you do?!” Remus knelt down, pulling the cup and saucer out of the other’s hands. “Please don’t tell me that after all the trouble we’ve been through to keep everything concealed, you went and ruined it by losing your temper and blurting it all out.”
Sirius looked at the man kneeling before him. “You know I would never do something so stupid. I just kind of let it slip that Albus Dumbledore was looking for Harry as well, but that’s not something he wouldn’t have found out anyways.”
An obvious sigh of relief escaped the kneeling wizard’s lips. “No, I guess that’s not too bad, but, you need to be more careful Sirius. I know I don’t have to tell you how important it is that no one finds out.”
Lupin got up from the ground and sat down again in his large leather chair; a gift from Sirius two years ago, and the two wizards sat quietly contemplating their new situation.
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