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Chapter
Twenty-One�Councils of War

�� What do
you have for me?�

�� Draco was
sitting comfortably in the chair in front of his fireplace, for once. Millicent
was the one leaning through the green flames, extending a sheaf of papers in a
heavy leather case to him. Draco accepted and flipped through them, searching
for something understandable in a complicated maze of legal writing, while
Millicent talked.

�� I tracked
the ownership of the manor where you were kept,� she said. �It�s called
Necessity House now, though it was Brownburn Oaks at the turn of the century. The
woman who owned it was called Lenore Banks��

�� Was?�
Draco lifted his head, prepared to hear a tangled tale of false names and
pseudonyms. He was almost disappointed when Millicent gave him a playful glance
and shook her head.

�� She�s
dead,� she said. �Truly dead. We found a witness statement from several wizards
who saw her death in a broom accident. The house was left to her younger
sister, Angelica, who apparently lives out of the country. Perhaps in Bulgaria,
since she apparently sent her children to Durmstrang. There was correspondence
to that effect between her and Lenore.� Millicent half-closed her eyes, as if
reciting from her own remembered summary of events. She probably was, Draco had
to admit. Millicent had always had a good memory, which had assisted her with
incantations and theoretical exams but interfered when she needed to come up
with new facts and guesses on her own. �There�s no sign that Angelica is tied
to Salazar�s Snakes, but I�ll keep looking for that.�

�� Thank you,
Millicent.� Draco held up the leather case of papers. �Even as little as you�ve
found is a great help.�

�� Prat,�
said Millicent, but her eyes were shining. �We�ll track them, Draco, never
fear.�

�� I�m not afraid�� Draco began, but then Millicent
was gone from the flames, with a shout that sounded suspiciously like, �Shut
up, Blaise, and stop whinging!� The Floo connection went dead a moment later,
and Draco was not surprised to find it blocked when he tried it again. If he
were Millicent, he wouldn�t trust himself with unguarded access to his house
just yet, either.

�� He set down
to sort through the mess of papers, and lost more than an hour in doing so. At
least, it was afternoon when he looked up at the sudden knock of a beak against
the window, and recognized a barn owl hovering outside the glass with an
envelope clutched in its talons. Draco took out his wand and checked it over
carefully for hexes and curses before he admitted the owl. He couldn�t find
any, but he didn�t relax until he recognized the signature on the envelope.

�� Even as he
opened the letter, however, he wondered why Harry had sent an owl instead of
Flooing or coming himself. Draco would have greatly preferred either option.
His life-debt scars tingled at the mere thought of seeing Harry.

�� The letter
was harsh, almost impersonal. Draco blinked, then shrugged. He supposed that
Harry could be trying to recover some distance after their closeness of the
other day. Or perhaps he thought that not coming into personal contact with
Draco would slow the progress of the magic and their mutual life-debts.

�� Poor fool.

�� Dear Draco:

�� Hermione has spoken to Shacklebolt and a few
of the other officials in the Ministry, and they agree that the threat from the
pure-blood and Muggleborn extremists is serious. They�d like you to attend
their council of war, since you have important information on these groups and
you�re the only victim of a framing attempt that we know about for certain. The
other times have either been rumors or there was more convincing evidence in
the murders, Hermione said, so the cases have already been brought to trial.
I�ll meet you at the Manor at four and escort you to the Ministry. I don�t
think that we want to trust you to the Aurors, just yet.

�� See you soon,

�� Harry.

�� Draco felt
a small smile play on his lips. He�s not
trying to avoid me at all, then. He probably volunteered for the duty of
escorting me. But he saw no need to come right now since he�ll see me later.

�� He quilled
a reply and sent it on with the owl, though that probably wasn�t necessary. He
latched his hands together behind his head and watched thoughtfully as the owl
flew, though.

�� Didn�t Harry used to have a snowy owl?
Beautiful bird. It must have died or wandered off. I should get him one.

*

�� Harry had
thought he�d prepared himself for seeing Draco again, now that he knew the true
source of the tension between them, but no, his smile was still shock-inducing
and his blond hair, now worn pressed back as if he didn�t care who saw the
silver scar on his forehead, made Harry want to touch it. He swallowed and
looked away, even as he told himself sternly that he was just obeying
Eaglethorpe�s directive. He was looking at men and seeing if he found them
attractive.

�� Yes, but he said nothing about what to do
when I found them too damn attractive,
Harry groused to himself.

�� We�re
Apparating to the Ministry, I presume?� Draco asked. He�d met Harry at the iron
gates at the end of the gardens, and he turned now and cast a spell on the
wards that shimmered green about them for a moment before it disappeared. Harry
assumed it was magic that would tell him if someone tried to enter the house or
disrupt the Manor�s protections while he was away.

�� Yes,�
Harry said, and couldn�t resist smiling when Draco turned and looked at him
inquisitively. He wouldn�t let what had happened yesterday change things too
much between them, he told himself sternly. That would just convince Draco that
he wanted the sexual relationship, or
something equally ridiculous. Harry wouldn�t lead Draco on like that, since he
couldn�t fairly return the feelings. �We�re to enter through the disused
telephone box. You�ve been that way before?�

�� Not in
years,� said Draco, with a grimace both tired and rueful, reminding Harry how
few times in the past decade he�d left the Manor. �I don�t want to risk missing
my mark and Splinching myself. Care to help me with a Side-Along?� He held out
his arm, and crooked it invitingly for Harry�s elbow.

�� Harry
didn�t see much to do but step closer to him. Draco�s body warmth surrounded
him at once, as if it were an aura of magic in and of itself. Harry licked his
lips, and Draco�s eyes softened in something that might have been amusement.
Harry hoped it was amusement. Then he
wouldn�t have to think that Draco shared the feathery awareness beating through
him like a second pulse.

�� Hang on,�
he said, drawing Draco slightly towards him. �I�m good enough at Side-Alongs
not to Splinch you, but I�m by no means an expert. Hermione is,� he added, in
the futile hope that Draco would want to talk about her.

�� Is there
anything Granger isn�t an expert in?� Draco said, but it was light and teasing
instead of a true complaint. He stepped forwards and leaned against Harry�s
side, curling his other arm around Harry�s neck.

�� Harry
realized he could look straight into Draco�s eyes, and that he could already
feel a flush of excitement racing through his body, which would almost
certainly cause an inappropriate reaction any moment.

�� He looked
away, and concentrated on picturing the front entrance of the Ministry with all
his might. Draco�s arms tightened reflexively around him, and the darkness and
rush of Apparition seized them. Harry was glad when he felt concrete beneath
his boots, and then the light returned and revealed the telephone box.

�� Draco was
slow to let go of him. He was breathing fast, and Harry winced, wondering
suddenly just how often Draco had really trusted his life to someone else like
that.

�� God, the
way his chest moved�

�� Harry
closed his eyes. I am not getting turned
on by someone�s breathing, he repeated to himself, so many times that he
nearly blurted it aloud when Draco said something. He blinked his eyes open,
shaking his head rapidly, and stared at Draco�s raised eyebrow. �What?� he
asked, weakly and stupidly, he thought.

�� Is it the
best idea,� Draco asked, canting his head towards the telephone box, �to tell
it we�re here to save the wizarding world?�

�� You might
as well,� Harry said, and tried to relax. He disliked the constant feeling of
Draco�s presence he had�not just his
warmth, not just his breathing, but an attunement to him, as though he would
know in a moment when any foreign influence�
or new emotion passed over Draco. This
is unnatural. I have a wife. �It�ll give you a badge anyway.�

*

�� By the time
they reached the room high on the first floor of the Ministry, behind the Head
Auror�s office, that had been designated for the meeting of their group, Draco
was torn between laughter and an overwhelming awe that Harry had not yet
attacked him out of sheer sexual frustration. The man was so easily manipulated.

�� Draco
hadn�t even really needed the Side-Along Apparition. He had constantly but
subtly brushed against Harry as they made their way through the Ministry�s
Atrium and then up on the lifts, and Harry turned towards him each time,
straining against what looked like self-imposed limits. (Or perhaps
wife-imposed limits; Draco only knew that he
hadn�t put them there). When they reached the room, paneled in dark wood,
occupied by a round table, and dominated by a window that showed an enchanted
view of the Thames, Draco made for an empty chair near the head of the table
without comment. Though both his best friends sat in other places, Harry
followed him, and sat down next to him, and arranged his chair facing towards
the door so that he could shield Draco from any threat that came through it.

�� And only
then did he seem to realize what he was doing, and he blushed.

�� Draco
fought down his smile. Hermione Granger was there, and he thought she would
probably know what he was doing to her friend, and not approve. He settled for snaking a hand through the arms of his
chair, out of sight of any of the important personages in the room, and running
a slow finger down Harry�s side. He did it firmly enough not to tickle, but
lightly enough that Harry seemed to subconsciously feel the touch.

�� Harry�s
eyelids drifted half-shut, and he dropped a guarded tension he�d been carrying
with him ever since they met at the garden gates. His shivers were small, and
soft, and regular as Draco repeated the motion over and over.

�� They were
not shivers of cold, Draco knew, or of panic. The faintest flush of arousal
touched Harry�s cheeks.

�� He�s mine, Draco thought, and drew a
lazy letter M on Harry�s flank. He just
doesn�t realize it yet. But he still has to make the first move. I don�t think
that should be very long, now.

�� We have
serious affairs to discuss,� said the Minister, Kingsley Shacklebolt, drawing
Draco�s attention to him. �Should we ignore a piece of information yet in our
possession or underestimate the seriousness of our enemies, we risk plunging
the wizarding world into its third war in thirty years�one we may lose, this
time. Please pay attention.�

�� Draco did,
but he only stilled his hand and left it resting on Harry�s side, rather than
removing it altogether. He hadn�t missed the signs of relaxation in Harry�s
expression. A jumpy Harry Potter was not quite
as bad as a third wizarding war, but it stood no chance of helping them.

*

�� Harry
couldn�t bring himself to regret the fact that Draco was touching him in front
of an entire room of people.

�� Well, not
quite in front of them. But if
someone looked under the table, they would notice that Draco�s hand was not
curled tamely in the folds of his own robes.

�� At least it
wasn�t between his legs�

�� Harry felt
himself begin to harden at the mere thought, and pushed it away with a small,
furious moan. Yes, all right, so Eaglethorpe was right about one thing: he could be attracted to a man. Now he
should think about something else.

�� It was too
bad there was no one in the room suitable for him to practice on, he thought
with mordant humor. Hermione occupied the seat next to Kingsley Shacklebolt,
the Minister, with Ron beside her, followed by several other members of the
Blood Reparations Department and several Aurors who regularly worked with them.
They could be trusted, Harry knew, and Hermione would have vetted their loyalty
again before he and Draco arrived, as well as their feelings towards the Malfoy
family and the Savior of the Wizarding World. Then came Harry and Draco, and
beyond them were the other high-ranking Ministry officials involved in this:
Linden Vance, a pale, whipcord wizard who was the Head Auror; and Fatima
Sorrel, a Pakistani witch who currently ran the Department of Magical Law
Enforcement. Her face was tense and still. Harry sat up, and thoughts of his
own personal crises dropped further and further away. Vance had no sense of
humor and was always prone to take things over-seriously, but when Sorrel
couldn�t at least muster a level glare and an even tone to her voice, things
were bad.

�� Kingsley
nodded to Hermione. She glanced down at the notes in front of her, though Harry
was well-aware she didn�t need them.

�� She didn�t
seem to see any need to soften her news. �We�ve identified at least five
extremist groups working together on this one,� she said. �For the pure-bloods,
Salazar�s Snakes and the Knights of Walpurgis��

�� Death
Eaters?� Harry couldn�t help asking. He�d studied the early history of Death
Eaters after the Second War, and he knew they had had that name at one time.

�� Hermione
gave a short laugh. Anger had carved those lines around her eyes, Harry thought
as he watched her, not weariness alone. And why shouldn�t she be angry? She was
fighting people who wanted her not to
exist. If his mother had still been alive, Harry knew he would have felt
the same kind of anger. He hoped that Lily would have been in the forefront of
those who wanted to repair the breach in the wizarding world, too.

�� They
wish,� she said. �But no, they�re a new organization that began two years ago
and adopted the name.� She moved the top piece of parchment. �They claim credit
for ten murders, but we�ve only found evidence linking them to one. Their main
activity seems to be spreading rumors and trying to chase Muggleborns out of
top positions in the Ministry and away from being professors at Hogwarts.�

�� Harry
nodded. That could be quite destructive enough, given the unstable balance
between the factions Hermione had described to him.

�� Any sign
of the Blood Dancers?� Vance asked, naming a pure-blood organization that had
been notoriously violent in the five years immediately following Voldemort�s
fall.

�� Hermione
shook her head. �Either they�ve been disbanded at last, or these groups thought
they were too unstable to approach.

�� For the
Muggleborn side, we have the Openers and the Radiant Lifeway.�

�� Harry
grimaced. The Openers were an organization that used reasonable rhetoric�until
you listened closely and realized they were demanding an end to all pure-blood institutions and
traditions, even ones as harmless as the maintenance of family crests. The
Radiant Lifeway was something different again, a group that claimed to have
discovered �Light� magic to combat the Dark Arts. From what Hermione had told
Harry, they were dangerously near a religious cult, and some of them had even
said they�d been contacted by the spirit of Albus Dumbledore, who had aided
them with their Light �rituals.�

�� And yes,�
Hermione went on, when Harry glanced at her, �they�re continuing their claims
that Dumbledore would approve of them. And now they say they�ve seen him
walking around, still alive, in the Forbidden Forest and near his tomb.�

�� Wankers,�
Draco said under his breath, giving Harry an abundance of unfortunate images.
He grimaced and bit the inside of his cheek. He had to stop thinking about sex so much. Maybe Ginny had been right
in what she said that morning, that he was having a crisis that usually
happened to older wizards a bit young and needed to spend time with his
children and away from Draco until he stopped tormenting himself with stupid visions of what could never be.

�� You said
five groups,� Sorrel reminded Hermione, leaning forwards. �The fifth one?
Pure-blood or Muggleborn?�

�� Hermione
closed her eyes. Harry suspected that besides him only Ron, of those at the
table, knew her well enough to realize that that meant she was scared. Ron�s
hand shifted about, and he would have caught Hermione�s wrist beneath the
table, no doubt, and given it a comforting squeeze. Harry smiled slightly. At
least someone here could get past Hermione�s considerable defenses.

�� We don�t
know,� Hermione said.

�� How can you not know?� Sorrel had risen
slightly to her feet. The scar on the side of her face stood out with some
vehemence; a Dark wizard had come at her with his hand afire, from what Harry
had heard, and planted it on her cheek before Sorrel had managed to slice his
head off with the Decapitating Curse. �They reveal their allegiance at once,
don�t they?�

�� Not this
time,� said Hermione grimly, and opened her eyes. Harry saw her turn slightly
to the side, and knew she would have returned Ron�s hand to his lap. He wished
she would have kept it. She needed more comfort than she allowed herself to
receive, some�no, most of the time. �This group is our major enemy,� she said
levelly. �We have some evidence that they started this entire thing�but nearly
no information on who makes them up, or what they call themselves. Our contacts
were barely talking. They seemed to assume that this group of people might actually have the power to punish them
if they did, which hasn�t been the case in the past. And they seem to have a
leader who�s extremely good at inspiring loyalty, so some of the contacts we
talked to were true believers.�

�� What do we
know about him?� Kingsley asked.

�� Her,�
Hermione corrected, with a slight frown in Kingsley�s direction, as if to say
that he shouldn�t automatically assume a powerful, dangerous wizard was male.
�Not much. She speaks well. She knows spells that can make a letter dissolve
from a distance, and apparently she knows enough mind magic to control the
thoughts of her victims without resorting to the Imperius Curse. She hides her
followers in sanctuaries that no one can track down. There are even rumors that
she�s tamed a dragon and ridden it, but that�s nonsense. Dragons cannot be
domesticated.�

�� Has she a
name?� Sorrel asked. At least she�d sat down again, Harry noted.

�� The
Laughing Lady, the Scarred Lady, the Masked Lady.� Hermione gave a weary shrug.
�She always wears a mask, and everyone claims not to know what�s under it.
Whether that�s true or just the power of her showmanship, who can say?�

�� She sat up
suddenly, and spoke in a quiet, firm voice, as though to remind them that she
was still formidable, however much the pressure of this discovery had worn her
down. �Regardless of what her true name is or what she�s like, I think she�s
our true foe. And I think there can be no doubt, based on the other information
the Blood Reparations Department has discovered, of what she and her followers
want. It�s to be all-out war, with the pure-bloods and the Muggleborns
struggling to assert the superiority of their kind over the ashes.�

�� Harry
closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

�� He had
known this was coming. He had known where his place would be if it did:
fighting in the front ranks to protect his ideals and his children and the world
he�d already died for once, beside Hermione and Ron.

�� A finger
poked him in the side, and Harry turned his head, startled, and glanced into
gray eyes.

�� He had to
smile when he saw the determination burning in them. And Draco, too, it seems.

*

�� Draco
nodded sharply when he saw Harry smiling at him. That was better. He had hated
the war-weary expression that came over Harry�s face. Someone who was only
twenty-eight shouldn�t look that old, even if he was a veteran of one war and
the person directly responsible for ending another.

�� Into the
silence that followed Granger�s declaration, he said, �I think I may have
discovered another alias of the Masked Lady.�

�� Heads
swiveled towards him, and Vance, the Head Auror, said in tones like cut
diamonds, �Well?�

�� Draco drew
out the leather case of papers and explained what Millicent had told him. By
the end of his short speech, Granger had dragged the letters from Angelica to
Lenore Banks across the table and was comparing them with another piece of
parchment from her file. Then she looked up, eyes dilated with excitement, and
actually smiled at him. Draco fought
to keep his jaw from sagging. Malfoys had more dignity than to be stunned just
because Mudbloods who had hated them for most of their lives smiled at them.

�� This is
her handwriting,� she said. �Or, at least, the same disguised handwriting that
she used for other letters. She�s the one who warned the Salazar�s Snakes about
you and Harry going to Diagon Alley, Malfoy. Thank you.�

�� So we
should start looking in Bulgaria?� The hefty Auror who spoke, seated next to
Weasley, sounded relieved to have a direction.

�� Looking towards it, anyway,� said Granger
absently, rifling quickly through the papers she held. �I doubt she�s there
anymore, or that she ever was. But she may have left traces behind. She
probably went there to recruit, at least, since there were so many potential
Dark wizards at Durmstrang.�

�� Draco felt
compelled to point out a failure of her logic there. She probably wouldn�t
thank him for it, but he didn�t feel the need to be thanked for such a service
to the British wizarding public. �And why would they, Dark or not, care about a
war in the British wizarding world, Granger?�

�� She glanced
up at him, but it was Weasley who answered. �Because the Aurors have finally
connected some rumors of international troubles with these groups, Malfoy,� he
said tightly. �And the Masked Lady is offering help to Bulgarian pure-bloods,
too. If they can manage it in Britain, they�ll serve as an inspiration to those
who might want to start a war of hatred in other countries. The prejudice
towards Muggleborns is even worse there than it is here.�

�� Draco
grunted noncommittally. He wanted to remind Weasley that Bulgaria and other
countries in Eastern Europe had never had a wizard like Dumbledore, both
powerful and popular, and willing to lend his voice to the cause of peace. But
if the idiot didn�t know his history already, despite being pure-blood himself,
Draco saw no reason to help him. He didn�t have as much influence on the
direction of the future war as Granger did.

�� There�s
one more thing,� said Granger. �Almost the only thing we could learn for
certain besides the Masked Lady�s false names and that she wields a vast amount
of power in the underground community. They want you dead, since they know that
you won�t be with them, Harry.�

�� For a
bizarre moment, Draco had thought she was addressing him, but of course the
Malfoy name no longer carried the prestige it once did. And if the Savior of
the Wizarding World would not be their pawn, they would have to kill him.

�� Draco
wondered idly if Harry was even aware of what respect his name commanded. It
wasn�t all about silly witches dashing up to him in the middle of Diagon Alley
and begging for photos and autographs. The story of what he�d done for them at
Hogwarts against the Dark Lord had spread. Dying to ensure their safety�well,
that kind of self-sacrifice could prompt undying trust in return. There were
probably at least a thousand people willing to kill for him.

�� That�s
obvious, Hermione.� Harry sounded irritated. Draco slid the finger up and down
his side again, and the muscles quivered and relaxed beneath his touch.

�� You don�t
understand, Harry.� Granger�s eyes were serious. Draco appreciated that. �The
threat is very real. I�ve discussed this with Kingsley and Linden and Fatima
already, and they agree that you should have bodyguards.�

�� Harry
snorted and folded his arms. �Really? Drawing them from where? The Blood
Reparations Department, which is already struggling to cope with everything
they�ll need to do when this war properly begins? The Aurors, who might have
been infiltrated, and where some people still distrust me for not becoming an
Auror myself? Random volunteers, any of whom could be working for this Masked
Lady? No, Hermione. I�ll protect myself. I have to.�

�� Don�t be
an idiot, Harry,� Draco said, before Granger could reply. Harry turned on him
in outrage; Draco sat firm, and met his eyes. �You�re more of a target than
anyone here, excepting Granger and the Minister. You need this protection, and
I�m going to ask you to accept it.�

�� You don�t
have the power to command me to
accept it,� Harry hissed. Draco knew he was talking about the life-debts,
though no one else there would. At least Harry had learned some discretion.

�� I know
that,� said Draco. �I�m just asking you, and asking you to consider whether you
can honestly afford to refuse guards.�

�� Provide me
with someone trustworthy, and I�ll consider it,� Harry retorted.

�� Well,�
Draco said, �I�d be happy to take up the post myself.� He quite enjoyed the
shocked looks that flew at him from around the room.

�� He didn�t
expect the flare of heat in Harry�s eyes.

*

�� Harry
should not have focused on the body
part of bodyguard. He knew he shouldn�t have. It was unworthy of both of them.
He glanced away from Draco with a quick breath, focused on Hermione, and said,
�Yes. Fine. All right. Choose whom you think you can trust, and then we�ll
discuss the arrangements.�

�� He waited
impatiently for the end of the meeting. He didn�t dare look at Draco again, and
he leaned casually away from his hand when Draco tried to reestablish that
contact. Friendship was one thing, and so were involuntary sexual thoughts. But
he couldn�t let them interfere when he needed to be professional.

�� Besides, he
had something to ask Hermione when the meeting was done and she could
legitimately concentrate on other things. If anyone would know a way out of the
net the life-debts were weaving around him and Draco, she would.

�� It�s for Draco�s sake as well as mine, he
told himself, several times, when his attunement to the other man made him
aware of Draco coughing or shifting in his chair or sighing under his breath. What kind of lover can I be for him, when I
can�t even kiss him with desire because my marriage vows would object? We can�t
follow the road that he thinks the life-debts are preparing for us, and that�s
all. It�s very simple.

�� And of course I�m loyal to Ginny, too.

�� He refused
to give up and let the life-debts have their way, any more than he would let
the Masked Lady and her allies have the wizarding world. He had never given up
in his life. Surrendering to pleasure was just as stupid, just as undignified
and shameful, as surrendering to pain, and Harry was disgusted with himself for
being tempted.

�� It will not happen. I swear it.

*

�� Ladynight:
What you say is correct; so long as the marriage vows endure, Harry and Draco
could never have a formal partnership (nor could Harry marry another person).
The same thing is true of Draco�s bonds. Draco�s are looser, but both sets are
indissoluble.

�� Mangacat:
The war was definitely not staged by the magic, but the magic will interact
with the war. As for what will happen with Ginny, no one has guessed correctly
on that yet.

�� Myra: I don�t
know if I would say that Harry�s suffocating, but he is feeling very, very
tense, and it doesn�t help that the natural outlet of sex is fraught with guilt
no matter what happens for him right now.

�� Darquiel:
Yes, Harry is rather stuck. Just wait until Chapter 24, when I make even more
of a mess of his life. *plots*

�� Yummy
Reading: Yes, the �curse� will only be satisfied when Harry and Draco commit
fully to each other and accept the connection between them.

�� The rub:
Ginny actually has a better weapon in her tears than in her threats to
separate. Harry has no clue how to deal with tears.

�� Dezra,
thrnbrooke, Sol, Soria: Thanks for reviewing!
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