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Rise of the Dark Angel	By : isabel88 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 61369 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Chapter List
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- 23
Title: Rise of the Dark Angel

Author: Mykkila09

Co-Author: Tonks-is-cool

Chapter: 22: Beginning of the End

Settings: AU after OOTP: It's canon up to the beginning of the battle at the DOM when they are in the veil room, after that, it's AU and mine and Tonks.

Pairings: HP/DM; LV/SS; LM/RL; NL (CL)/LL; RL/BL

Warnings: This story will contain mentions of Violence, Child Abuse, Adult Language, Alcohol Use, Slash/Het Sexual situations and Death. Please discontinue reading if such scenes or themes are offensive to you.
A/N: here is the new chapter. Hope you guys like it. Sorry for the wait…
Disclaimer: I own nothing…if I did, Ginny would have died in the CoS, Dumbledore would have choked on his lemon drops and Harry would have stood up for himself against Molly and Dumbledore.

Disclaimer 2: this story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
“Talking”

'Thinking'

|Hedwig’s mental speak|

-Sesshomaru-

<Fawkes’ mental speak>

Harry’s mental speak

Letter or commentary/introduction and flashback

{Parssseltongue}

~…~ indicates scene change

Last time on RDA;
…“You don’t deserve my forgiveness,” Harry repeated. “But, that doesn’t mean you’re not getting it.”
“What?” Hermione was shocked. She didn’t expect him to forgive her at all, and now, he was telling her that he did.
“I forgive you,” Harry said, “for everything.”
Hermione wiped the tears that fell and gave a shaky smile. “Thank you.”
“Just because I forgive you,” Harry continued, “it doesn’t mean I want to rebuild our friendship. I meant it when I said I was done being friends with you. From this point onwards, you mean nothing to me. What that means is, I won’t go out of my way to do harm to you, but I won’t go out of my way to help you either. Where you’re concerned, I won’t have any feelings; no anger, no hate, no wistfulness, no regrets, no nothing. Do you understand?”
This time, Hermione didn’t even bother wiping the tears that fell. “I-I do.”
Harry nodded and leaned off the wall. He pulled Luna in even closer as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and the two headed back into the Great Hall.
Hermione watched them go before she turned and made her way to the common room. When she got there, she went directly to her bed, where she drew the curtains, cast a Silencing Charm and cried her heart out.
She had lost her very first friend, and the most important person in the world to her, other than her parents and the worst thing about it was, it was all her fault and there was nothing she could do to change it.

It’s been a few days since Harry and Hermione’s talk. Right now, Harry was on his way to meet Snape. He had some ideas on how to get rid of Dumbledore and he wanted the man’s input; not only was he a Death Eater and spy for the last twenty years, which meant he had extensive knowledge on how to rid oneself on an enemy with or without a trace, but because Voldemort had told him Snape would want to be included and be of help.
He was so preoccupied with thoughts on how to kill Dumbledore that he didn’t see who was coming towards him.
“Wotcher Harry.”
Harry looked up and saw Tonks, “Hey Tonks. What are you doing here?”
“Just came to talk to Dumbledore,” Tonks replied as she stopped next to him, “Where were you just now? You looked miles away.”
“Just thinking about something,” Harry replied vaguely. He stared at the woman in front of him. He remembered Sirius’ words from the will reading and he wondered if the woman really was completely devoted to Dumbledore’s cause or if she actually thought for herself.
‘Only one way to find out.’
“So Tonks,” Harry said casually as he started walking again, forcing the witch to follow him, “I saw you at Grimmauld Place last summer and I’ve been meaning to ask you something.”
Tonks shifted slightly to look at the teen, “What’s that Harry?”
“You have a boyfriend or something?” Harry asked casually.
Tonks froze for a split second before continuing on, “Why do you ask?” she tripped over her feet and would’ve fallen if Harry hadn’t caught her.
“Well,” Harry grinned as he straightened up and simultaneously pulling her close, “You’re a beautiful witch.”
Tonks’ face flushed pink as her hair flashed red before settling back into her normal colour, “Oh?”
‘Draco’s gonna kill me if he ever finds out about this,’ Harry thought as he pulled the witch into an empty, and abandoned, classroom. He closed the door behind them and threw up a Locking and Silencing charm.
“Yeah,” Harry continued as he guided Tonks backwards until her back hit the wall. “Can I ask you something?” he leaned in and pressed his nose into her neck, grinning mentally at the shiver that ran through her.
‘Oh sweet Merlin, Harry Potter is nuzzling my neck,’ Tonks thought with a daze. It was a little hard to concentrate on the conversation they were having. “What do you want to know?” she breathed out.
“Well,” Harry pressed a kiss to her pulse point, “How do you feel about being an Auror?”
The question puzzled the witch, but she answered anyway, “It’s rewarding. Knowing that I’m helping to keep our lives safe and removing dark witches and wizards,” she gasped when she felt teeth scraping her pulse point and took a few seconds before continuing, “You-Know-Who’s Death Eaters, from the public is satisfying.”
Harry felt a flash of anger, but pushed it down, “And what about Dumbledore? Do you like working for him?”
“D-Dumbledore is a great man,” Tonks breathed out, “He’s doing what is best for our country.”
“What you’re doing, do you think it makes sense?” Harry asked. “I mean, is it impacting the future in any way?”
Tonks felt confusion; she wondered why Harry was asking her that, but before she could voice the thought, she felt his lips against her pulse and all thoughts fled.
“Well?” Harry asked as he pulled back to look at her.
Tonks looked at him, “What?”
Barely refraining from rolling his eyes, Harry repeated the question.
“Oh,” Tonks nodded, “yes I do. Like I said, Dumbledore is doing what’s best for us. And by doing my job—reporting on suspicious wizards and witches and watching the Death Eaters—I’m helping him do that.”
She reached out to pull him back to her, but he pulled away.
“I can’t,” Harry shook his head, “I’m with someone.”
Tonks gasped in disbelief, “then why’d you kiss me just now?”
“I’ve always wondered about it,” Harry lied, “But I’d never got the chance. When I saw you tonight, I figured it was the only opportunity I’d get. I’m sorry.”
Tonks wanted to be mad at him, she really did, but she wasn’t. Instead, she pushed the anger away and smiled, “It’s ok Harry. I’m a little angry, don’t get me wrong, but, I understand.”
“It’s just that,” Harry continued as though she hadn’t said anything, “I can’t even behave like a normal teen, you know? Everyone expects me to be an Auror and to defeat You-Know-Who, but, nobody ever asked me what I wanted.”
“What do you mean?” Tonks asked.
“I don’t want to fight this war,” Harry said, “There’s so much pressure on me; from Dumbledore, from my friends, even the Wizarding World. I know I have to fight him, but why me? Why do I have to be the one to fight him? Why can’t someone else do it?”
“Because the prophecy said only you could,” Tonks looked at him in sympathy.
Harry froze; he hadn’t thought she’d know about that, but then again, she was a member of the Order, so Dumbledore could’ve told them about it. The thing was to find out how much about the prophecy did she know. “You know about the prophecy?”
Tonks nodded, “I do.”
“And do you know what it says?” Harry asked.
“No,” Tonks shook her head, “Dumbledore never told us what it said exactly. All he told us was that there had been a prophecy saying you would be the one to destroy You-Know-Who.”
“And you think that’s fair?” Harry asked, “Putting all that pressure on me?”
“Well,” Tonks shifted against the wall, “you really can’t argue with a prophecy, can you?”
“But,” Harry pressed, “I’m asking if it’s fair. I’m just sixteen years old. I’m not even finished with school as yet. How can everyone expect a teenager to fight against an older wizard, one with a lot of power, and win? Tell me, is that fair?”
Tonks frowned, “No, I suppose it isn’t fair. I mean, you’ve barely just started coming into your adult years, but, you’re Harry Potter. You’re powerful. Grown witches and wizards have trouble even casting a corporeal Patronus and you cast a full Patronus when you were just thirteen!”
Harry sighed and looked away, “I wish everyone would just stop. How fair is it of Dumbledore to put that kind of weight on my shoulders? Why can’t he do this himself? He’s Albus Dumbledore after all.”
“But Harry, the prop—
“I don’t care about the prophecy!” Harry cut her off. “Prophecies are only real if you believe in them. Dumbledore believed in this stupid prophecy so much that he was willing to sacrifice a child to get what he wanted. All he cared about was getting a “Saviour”.”
“Now that’s not true,” Tonks frowned at him. Anger was starting to build, “Dumbledore is a good man.”
“Really?” Harry scoffed, “Would a good man place a fifteen month old baby on a doorstep in the freezing cold at night?”
Tonks let out a gasp at that. Children were sacred in the Wizarding World. With the exception of the Weasleys, most families had only one child and as such, the children were cared for.
“Would a good man let an innocent man go to Azkaban—without a trial—for twelve years for a crime he didn’t commit?” Harry continued. “And don’t tell me Dumbledore didn’t know or he couldn’t have done anything! From what I know, he’s the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont, which means, he could’ve gone above Barty Crouch and Minister Bagnold’s head and ordered a trial for Sirius, but he didn’t!”
Tonks shifted uncomfortably at that. Ever since the will reading and the scolding that she had received from her mother, the topic of Sirius and his innocence and subsequent death had been a sore topic. Andromeda had been angry that she had known the truth and had done nothing about it…all on Dumbledore’s orders.
“Would a good man sentence a child to live with a family that hated his very existence?” Harry continued. He hated talking about his childhood; not because it bothered him, but because he had put it all behind him and just wanted to forget about it. But, right now, talking about it was part of his plan.
“What do you mean?” Tonks’ eyes narrowed.
“My family hated me,” Harry told her, “I was beaten, starved and neglected. I was treated worse than the Crouch’s elf.”
Tonks gasped in horror and disbelief, “No,” she shook her head, “Dumbledore wouldn’t have done that. He’s not like that monster that’s trying to destroy this world.”
“Oh wake up!” Harry snapped, “He did do that! He left me with them, and not once did he think to check on me. Me; his precious tool to destroy Voldemort! And if that wasn’t bad enough, everything he’s done since I started here; planting the Sorcerer’s Stone here knowing Voldemort was after it, the Chamber of Secrets, the Tri-Wizard Tournament, last year…the man has done nothing but manipulate my life to suit his needs.”
Tonks glared at him, “I don’t know what you think you know, but Albus Dumbledore is a great man. He would not do those things you’re accusing him of.”
Harry had known going into this that it would’ve been hard to convince the Auror to switch sides, but he hadn’t counted on her being so far into Dumbledore’s clutches that she’d refuse to see the truth.
‘Merlin, her head is so far up his arse that she can’t see anything but his bloody intestines!’ Harry thought furiously. He didn’t want to hurt her, but by the way things were going, he knew he’d have to do something if she attacked. He hoped she didn’t, but then, he did. Some part of him wanted to test his training, especially against an Auror.
Deciding, to give it one last shot, he gave semi-details of not only his childhood, but of everything that had happened since he started Hogwarts. When he was done, he added on his final point, “Even Remus, Charlie and Bill agree with me.”
“What?” Tonks looked at him in shock.
“Yeah,” Harry nodded. He knew that she had a fondness for the three men, well, maybe more than fondness for Remus, not that anything would ever happen between her and Remus; not only was Lucius a Malfoy—and there was no one in the world more possessive of something they considered theirs than the Malfoys—but Remus’ wolf side already claimed Lucius as a mate and neither man would be willing to share.
Not that Tonks would ever know about the two men, well, unless she did join their side, then she’d find out that way. It would be amazing if Voldemort stole another one of Dumbledore’s trusted Order members right from under his nose.
Mentally shaking his head, Harry refocused back on the witch in front of him. He could see the waver in her eyes and decided to press his advantage, “Dumbledore is not a good man. He acts as if all he wants is equal rights for everyone while destroying the biggest threat to Wizarding World, but he doesn’t realize that he’s the biggest threat, not the Dark Lord.”
Tonks narrowed her eyes at him, “The Dark Lord? Why would you call him that? Only Death Eaters--” she stopped and stared at him with wide and horrified eyes as realization crashed through, “No.”
Harry shook his head and raised his sleeve on his left hand, baring his arm to her.
Tonks stared down at the empty arm and looked back at Harry in confusion, “But, then why--” she shook her head, “Harry, from what you said just a minute ago, it sounds like you’re on You-Know-Who’s side.”
“So what if I am?” Harry raised an eyebrow, “Voldemort has been nothing but honest about his intentions for the Wizarding World and to be honest, I agree with what he wants. Dumbledore wants there to be an open relationship between Muggles and Wizard kind, but he doesn’t know that that cannot happen. Muggles fear what they don’t understand and that fear easily becomes hatred and a need to eradicate the abnormal. And if they didn’t want to go down that path, then they’d want to lock us up in labs to study us and find out just how we can do magic.
“I think we should separate Muggle-born witches and wizards from their parents at a young age or if not, then give them a choice when they have graduated from here to either stay in our world, or go back. If they choose to leave this world and live in the Muggle world, then they have to either leave their wands behind or take a vow that would prevent them from doing any magic in front of Muggles or spilling anything about Wizards.”
“But that’s barbaric!” Tonks glared at him, “And I can’t believe you’d think that it’s ok to take a child from its parents.”
“And you think what Dumbledore is doing, or has done isn’t barbaric?” Harry asked, “Leaving a wizard child with magic hating Muggles; leaving said child to be beaten and starved and neglected? And he does nothing to stop it, but instead encourages it for whatever reason? Or how about the fact that he’s responsible for the darkest Dark Lord this world has seen? If Dumbledore had listened to Voldemort when he was still at Hogwarts, the man wouldn’t have endured all that he had. So in response to your earlier statement, no I don’t have the Dark Mark and I’m not a Death Eater, but—
Tonks stared at him aghast, even as she took a step back, her face paling rapidly. “What?” she whispered, unable to believe what she had just heard, “You can’t be serious! Did you forget everything he did?! How could you support that madman? Are you crazy Harry?” she shook her head, “A-And Bill and Charlie, Remus too? No!”
‘Oh shit!’ flashed through Harry’s mind.
Tonks was white in the face, her chest heaving rapidly in growing agitation. Her hands were clenched into tight, white-knuckled fists. Her hair revolved through several colours in quick succession—pink, green, purple, brown, black—displaying her inner turmoil.
Suddenly, she shook her head and pivoted around, moving her wrist at the same moment to draw her wand, ready to disarm, attack, run off, she didn’t know. All she knew was that she had to get away; she had to get to Dumbledore. She still couldn’t believe it; Remus, Charlie, Bill and Harry, they had joined You-Know-Who’s side.
Harry saw her decision in her eyes and knew he had to stop her. He couldn’t allow her to go to Dumbledore and tell him what just happened; it would ruin everything. Summoning his razor sharp dagger from its hidden holder, he jumped at her and snaked his arm around her body, plunging the point of the dagger into the space above her clavicle.
Tonks, caught off guard by the jump, froze for a split second before she screamed in pain as blood spurted from the wound. Her Auror training kicked in and she twisted in the embrace, trying to shake him off. When that didn’t work, she grabbed her wand and pointed it over her shoulder, shouting out, “Expelliarmus!”
The moment he saw the wand in her hand, Harry twisted to the side, but kept his hold on the struggling witch. The move had him stumbling to the ground—the disarming spell flying harmlessly behind them—but he held on tight and brought her down with him. His left hand shot forward and grabbed her wand hand, brutally banging onto the stone floor.
Uncaring if he broke her fingers, he viciously twisted the dagger with his other hand; he aimed for the arteries in the right side of her neck and then dragged the dagger across the trachea.
Blood sprayed all over them and the floor in rapid pulses, gushing from the deep wound like a hot crimson geyser.
The witch bucked, hands desperately trying to get to the wounds in her neck, but unable to break Harry’s hold as the rapid blood loss weakened her. She sobbed, rasped and gurgled, unable to scream because of her slit throat, and her body convulsed as she quickly lost the fight for her life.
“I’m sorry,” Harry murmured soothingly into her left ear, holding her gently, almost like a lover, until he was sure she had lost consciousness.
Moving quickly, he sat up and watched as Tonks’ body shook for a long moment before it finally stilled. She was dead.
Hastily stumbling to his feet, Harry almost slipped in the blood. With wide eyes, his took in the mess; blood was all over the place—his hair, his hands, his face. He felt hot and sticky covered in it.
“Completely disgusting,” he murmured. Taking a few deep breaths to steady himself, he drew his wand to cast a succession of cleaning charms on himself his dagger, the corpse and the floor.
He stared impassively at Tonks’ body when he was done. He supposed he should’ve felt sad or something as he looked at the dead witch, but he couldn’t muster up the emotion. To be honest, he had been much more upset when he had murdered Dennis; that boy was helpless and his death had been a learning experience. No, he felt nothing, nothing except pity; she was a formidable witch and would’ve made a good addition to his Lord’s ranks, but she was too far gone in Dumbledore’s clutches, she proved that earlier.
She had to go; especially after he had revealed the information about Bill, Charlie, Remus and himself joining Voldemort.
“Now, what the bloody hell am I gonna do with her body?” Harry asked. [Hedwig, can you come to me please?]
The phoenix flashed into the room, landing on her master’s shoulder, |What is it?|
Harry gestured to the body on the floor, “I need an idea of how to get rid of her; preferably without casting suspicions on myself.”
Hedwig looked at Tonks before shifting to look at Harry, |What did you do?|
“It’s not my fault!” Harry protested.
The phoenix gave him a look.
“Ok so maybe it is,” Harry huffed, “I shouldn’t have told her anything, especially without having you check her. What’s done is done. Now, I need to get rid of her body.”
|You know you’re going to have to tell Marvolo, don’t you?|
[I know, but first things first, help me.]
Hedwig trilled before flashing out the room.
“Hey!” Harry barely had time to say anything else when she flashed back in, this time, she had Snape with her.
“Harry,” Snape looked at his student before freezing as his eyes caught sight of the witch on the floor. His gaze snapped back over to Harry and he strode forward.
“Explain yourself!” he hissed.
Harry did as was told, shifting slightly on his feet. When he was done, he looked at his teacher. “So? What do I do now? I can’t leave her here, but I can’t let her be found either.”
Snape turned his gaze back to the dead witch, still unable to believe what he was seeing. ‘Only you Potter could end up in a situation like this.’
Hedwig trilled, |Sesshomaru|
Harry looked at her in confusion.
“What did she say?” Snape took his gaze off the witch to look from the phoenix to her master.
“Sesshomaru,” Harry repeated before staring blankly at his bird.
Hedwig trilled in annoyance before reminding him of what the shopkeeper had told him about the pup and his powers.
“Oh!” Harry’s eyes went wide in understanding before a grin split his face, “That’s perfect.”
[Sesshomaru?]
-Yes?-
[Can you come here please?]
Within seconds, a ball of light appeared in the room and when it cleared, the pup stood there.
“Enlighten those of us the dark,” Snape snapped. He was still agitated that not only had Harry killed an Auror, but it was one of Dumbledore’s pets and right in the school.
“Sesshomaru,” Harry explained as he gathered the pup in his arms, “has poison flowing in him. One drop of it can kill you.”
“I suspect there was a different reason why Hedwig brought that specific talent to your attention?” Snape raised an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Harry nodded, “the poison is pretty much similar to acid, but much more powerful.”
Understanding made Snape’s eyes bright.
“Yep,” Harry grinned as he glanced at his familiar. [Do you think you can get rid of that body? If anyone finds her, I’ll be in a lot of trouble.]
Sesshomaru stared at the body, wrinkling his nose slightly in disgust. Getting rid of it would be no problem for him. Jumping from his master’s arms, he shifted into a bigger form and stood over the witch. Calling on his poison, he let it pool in his mouth and then let it drizzle out over the body.
All four watched as the flesh sizzled as the poison touched it and slowly burned away until there was nothing but a hole in the floor.
With a grin, he knelt next to the pup, “That’s my Sesshomaru. Good job.”
Pulling his wand, Snape cast a quick Reparo, and then turned to the teen, “You are aware that He will have to know?”
Harry sighed and nodded as he stood up, “I know; Hedwig said the same thing earlier. I was already planning on doing it anyways.”
Snape turned and headed for the door, “Come along. You can do it from my office. It is a lot more secure than this room.”
Harry praised both his familiars once more and sent them off before following Snape. “I made sure to cast a Silencing and Locking Charm on the room after we entered and you know that it’s next to impossible for someone to disable one of my spells.”
“Be that as it may,” Snape intoned even as he gestured for Harry to unlock the door, “Anyone could have witnessed you and Tonks entering this room. These walls talk Harry, and the Headmaster is the listener.”
Harry blanched slightly at the words. He tried to remember if any portraits had been around when he had ran into Tonks, but couldn’t. Sighing, he unlocked the door, “I didn’t even think about that.”
“Let us pray your luck holds true once more,” Snape said as he left the room, robes billowing around him. “Follow me.”
Harry did, amusement colouring his face as he watched the man move through the halls. ‘I would love to know how he does that.’
~…~
The two arrived at Snape’s office without any problems.
“I guess my luck did come through,” Harry grinned as he sat in one of the chairs next to the fireplace.
Snape said nothing; he removed his robes before turning to face his student, an eyebrow raised questioningly as he stared at the teen.
Harry stared back but after a few minutes, he started fidgeting slightly. Why was it this man that had the ability to make him squirm like a naughty child who had dipped his hands in the cookie jar with just one look? No one else could do that.
“Alright! I was careless,” Harry blurted out, “I should’ve paid more attention to my surroundings. I shouldn’t have forgotten that right now, I am on Dumbledore’s turf.”
Snape’s eyes glinted with amusement and his lips twitched as if to smile, but it never came out. He moved to sit in the chair opposite Harry, “The reason you were roaming the hallway.”
“I was actually coming to see you,” Harry told him.
“Oh?” Snape raised an eyebrow, “And the reason that brought you to my doors?”
“Dumbledore’s death is mine,” Harry started, “I don’t care who wants a go at him, but the final blow is mine.”
“Understandable,” Snape nodded.
“I spoke to Marvolo on how to get rid of him,” Harry continued, “or at least incapacitate him enough where we can get him where we want him, and he suggested I turn to you and I agree.”
Snape was surprised, though he didn’t show it and he was also curious and pleased at the praise and trust in his skills from his lover, but still, “Why did you agree?”
Harry snorted, “Severus, you’ve been a spy for the last sixteen years and the Old Fool has no idea where you really are. On top of that, you’ve created your own spells and your skills in Potions are unrivalled. You know how to get close to your enemy and dispatch them with or without a trace.”
If Snape was one prone to blushing, he would be, instead, all he did was nod at the acknowledgement of his skills, “I suppose you have some ideas on how to succeed in your task?”
Harry nodded, “I do. I know Dumbledore has to die, and he will, but I fear that if we outright kill him, then it’ll do more harm than good towards our cause.”
“Dumbledore is too much of a figure head and has too much trust from the people,” Snape agreed. He stared at Harry, his dark eyes boring into the teen, “What exactly is developing in that mind of yours?”
“What is most important to Dumbledore?” Harry asked.
“His reputation,” Snape answered immediately, “He relishes the knowledge that everyone believes and trusts in him. He needs their praise.”
“Exactly,” Harry smirked, “What I plan to do is, remove Dumbledore as the figurehead of the Light, as someone to look up to.”
“And how do you hope to accomplish that?” Snape raised an eyebrow.
Harry’s eyes shined with a dangerous gleam as a dark smirk settled on his face, “By destroying his reputation. Reveal the truth about what Dumbledore has done and what he plans to do.”
Snape nodded, “very Slytherin of you. However, before we delve any further into the machinations of Dumbledore’s destruction, Marvolo needs to know about what happened tonight.”
Harry grimaced, “Crap. I was hoping you’d forgotten that.”
Snape stopped the chuckle but his onyx eyes gleamed with amusement.
Sighing, Harry called Hedwig, [Hedwig, I need you.]
The phoenix flashed into the room landing on the arm of the chair Harry was sitting in.
“Hey girl,” Harry reached out to rub her breast, “Sorry to disturb you again, but I need you to take a message to Marvolo for me.”
|I was wondering if you weren’t going to tell him anything| Hedwig trilled.
“I forgot actually,” Harry grinned sheepishly at his owl.
“Here brat,” Snape held out parchment and quill.
“Thanks,” Harry muttered as he took the items. He quickly penned a note and gave it to Hedwig.
Not even five minutes later, he felt his pocket burn as the mirror activated.
“Explain everything,” Voldemort said once he saw Harry’s face.
Withholding a sigh, Harry explained about running into Tonks, their conversation and then her death and body disposal. When he was done, he stayed quiet as he waited for Voldemort to say something.
“So there is no trace of her body?” Voldemort asked.
“None,” Harry shook his head, “Sesshoumaru took care of it completely.”
“You do know that what you did was completely reckless and dangerous?” Voldemort asked.
“I know,” Harry sighed, “I do.” He threw a glance towards the potions master. “Severus already gave me the third degree about it.”
Voldemort smirked. He knew the sharp tongue his lover had and knew that the man was a force to be reckoned with. “Good. Now, you are not going to say anything. Act like nothing happened. Unless the Old Fool comes directly to you and ask about the witch, you know nothing, you say nothing.”
“I know,” Harry nodded, “No one saw us, but I’m not going to go about my day thinking that I’m safe. Dumbledore has spies all over, so there is still the possibility that some painting saw us and reported to him. But until he comes to with any accusations, or I should say his subtle probing, I never saw her.”
“Excellent,” Voldemort nodded, “Now I trust that the reason you are at Severus’ pertains to our discussion in Paris?”
“Yes,” Harry revealed, “We were just about to talk when he reminded me that I had to tell you about Tonks.”
“Very well,” Voldemort said, “You may proceed to do so, but do keep me updated.”
“I will,” Harry nodded. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Voldemort replied before ending the connection.
“Now that that is over with,” Snape said, “your plans for the Headmaster. How do you hope to accomplish that?”
“Luna’s dad,” Harry revealed, “He owns The Quibbler and he’s agreed to do an interview. The offer was made after Weasley gave that stupid interview to The Daily Prophet, but Luna and I talked and I realized I can use it. While I can give my side of the story about Weasley’s accusations, I can little by little reveal Dumbledore’s manipulations.”
Snape nodded. “Excellent. Why use The Quibbler?”
“Because I know that what I say will be printed word for word,” Harry said, “Rita Skeeter loves to twist her interviews the way that she wants it and I don’t want that. Besides, I think it’s time everyone read something other than the trash that is The Daily Prophet.”
“What do you plan to reveal first?” Snape asked.
“Well,” Harry shifted slightly in his seat as a thoughtful look appeared on his face, “Like I said, first, I’ll explain my side of things concerning Draco and Cory.”
“I am not quite positive that either Lucius or the LeStranges would be…comfortable…with their personal business out in the open,” Snape interrupted as he sipped his scotch.
Harry nodded in agreement, “I know, but I got permission from both families to reveal how much information I feel is necessary. I’m not going to go into details. I’ll just repeat what I told Dumbledore; that Cory found out his family history quite by accident, that I met Draco and spoke with him, that we were able to put aside our differences and so forth; just the bare bones—nothing that gives too much away about either family or their stances in the war.”
Snape had a pleased looked on his face, “Attack without directly revealing that is what you are doing.”
“Exactly,” Harry grinned, pleased that the man approved of his plan.
Snape’s glance shifted to the fireplace for a few seconds before focusing back on Harry, “I would assume that Marvolo disclosed what was appropriate to give information on.”
Harry nodded, “He did. After our meeting in Paris, I had thought about repeating some of the information I found out, but then I realized that it may actually reveal more than I wanted about that and that Dumbledore would find out that I had somehow gotten to Paris.”
Snape raised an eyebrow, “And what did happen in Paris?”
Knowing that Marvolo wouldn’t mind that Severus knew, Harry told him what the Dark Lord had told him about his meeting with Fleur’s dad and the ministry people.
Snape went quiet as he thought over the conversation. He could definitely see Harry’s hesitation to repeat any part of that conversation, but there was something he overlooked. It was a way to use that information without actually incriminating himself or the others.
“I do believe the information can be utilized,” Snape commented.
Harry’s brows drew together, “What do you mean?”
“It is no secret that the Malfoy family are acclimated with the French customs,” Snape explained, “you can include the information Marvolo gained but attribute the credit to your relationship to Draco and the knowledge he himself holds from his father. You have already explained to the Gryffindors that you researched over the summer about the Statute of Secrecy, so it will not be a hardship to say the same here.”
Harry looked thoughtful for a few minutes before he smiled. “You’re right.”
“When exactly will this interview occur?” Snape asked.
“I was thinking in a few days,” Harry revealed, “This Saturday actually. I know it’s not a Hogsmeade weekend, but I want to get started on this sooner rather than later.”
Snape nodded, “An excellent idea.”
“Thought you would think so,” Harry grinned and then, stood up, “Well, I suppose I should back to the Tower.”
“Very well,” Snape stood up as well, “Do not hesitate to ask should you be in need of assistance and do not put yourself in a situation to the one with Tonks earlier. The last thing we need is Dumbledore somehow figuring out what is truly going on and where your loyalties lie.”
Harry gave a nod, “I know; I was careless. It was a mistake and one I won’t make again. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Good night brat,” Snape remarked.
Harry grinned and left the room with a cheery wave.
~…~
Harry entered the Gryffindor common room to see a few students hanging around. Dean and Seamus were over in the corner talking and both waved when they saw him. With a smile, he waved back.
Ron was sitting by himself near the fireplace and he looked up when he heard Dean and Seamus’ greeting. He saw Harry standing there and scowled. He just knew that it was his fault that Hermione dumped him. Just like everything else was his fault.
There had to be some way to make him pay.
Harry felt the eyes boring into him and looked over to see Ron glaring. He raised an eyebrow in questioning and then smirked at the redhead.
Shaking his head, Harry turned and headed up the stairs to the boys’ dormitory.
Walking into the sixth year boys’ room, he saw Cory on the bed with Kirara.
“Hey Cory,” he greeted.
“Hey Harry,” Cory nodded in return, “What’s up?”
Harry walked over to his bed, and after casting a Silencing Charm, he told Cory everything that had happened earlier with Tonks.
When he was done, Cory’s eyes were wide.
“So she’s gone?” Cory asked, unable to believe what he had just heard.
“Yeah,” Harry nodded as he changed into his pyjamas. “That was not how I had planned it to happen. Thank Merlin for Sesshomaru.”
Said pup perked up its head from where he was resting on Harry’s bed.
Cory chuckled as he looked at the pup, “Yeah, it’s a good thing you have him.”
Harry let out a yawn, “Merlin I’m tired.”
“Well you had a big day,” Cory grinned as he settled into bed, “What with getting rid of one of Dumbledore’s pets.”
“Shut up,” Harry mock glared at him before he too settled into bed.
“Love you too,” Cory laughed.
“Whatever,” Harry mumbled, though his lips twitched. “Night Cory.”
“Night Harry,” Cory returned.
~…~
The next day, Harry was walking to the Great Hall for breakfast with Cory. The two were talking quietly with each other when Dean and Seamus caught up to them.
“Hey guys,” Dean smiled tiredly.
Cory looked at them in surprise, “You guys are up early.”
Seamus groaned, “I know! But it was the only way to avoid Ron. I’m really not in the mood to hear him go on and on about Hermione or anything else really.”
“So we figured we’d start getting up earlier to come to breakfast with you guys,” Dean added.
“Cool,” Harry shrugged and the four boys made their way inside. They automatically turned to go the Slytherin table and sat down, gathering their breakfast as they waited for the others to arrive.
“Mr Potter?” Minerva walked over to her students.
Harry looked up at his Head of House, “Yes ma’am?”
Minerva’s lips eyes softened slightly at the politeness, “The Headmaster would like to speak with you during lunch today.”
“Ok,” Harry nodded, “Would he like me to bring anything? I know last time he wanted me to bring Acid Pops.”
Minerva nodded, “Liquorice.”
“Alright,” Harry smiled, “thanks professor.”
“You’re welcome,” Minerva nodded and started towards the Head table, but stopped and turned back to her students.
“Is something wrong professor?” Cory asked seeing his Head turn to them.
“No Mr LeStrange,” Minerva shook her head, “my reason for stopping was to offer praise to you, all of you, for the improvement in not only your studies, but in your characters as well. It warms my heart to see my Lions showing the maturity that I always knew you held.”
Seamus grinned, “Thanks professor.”
Minerva gave a slight nod of the head and then continued on her way.
“That was a little surprising,” Dean commented.
“What was?” Draco asked as he and the other Slytherins joined them.
“McGonagall,” Cory answered.
“Hey love,” Harry smiled at the blond as he shifted to make room for him.
Draco smiled in response as he started to put his breakfast plate together.
“Morning,” Pansy smiled at the Gryffindor boys, as did Blaise and Gabriella.
“I take it Luna’s going to be joining soon?” Blaise asked.
“Probably,” Cory nodded. “She might have something to do or not.”
“Lavender and Parvati are sure taking their sweet time,” Gabriella said, “I wanted to talk to them about something.”
“What about?” Pansy asked as she looked at her friend.
“Fashion,” Gabriella replied.
“What about fashion?” Lavender asked as she and Parvati joined them. “Morning guys.”
“Morning,” came the reply.
Gabriella launched into her discussion with the two girls, with Pansy offering her input now and again.
A short time later, Luna joined, and the group continued talking until it was time to get to class.
~…~
Later that day, Harry was making his way to Dumbledore’s office while the others headed to lunch. He was curious as to what the Old Man wanted, though he had a pretty good idea of what it was about.
Giving the password to the gargoyle, he ascended the stairs, knocking on the door when he got to the top.
“Come in!” Albus called out.
Harry opened the door and walked inside, letting the door close behind him.
“Harry my boy!” Albus greeted jovially, “Come in, come in!”
‘I’m already in you senile old fool.’ “Good afternoon professor,” Harry greeted as he took a seat.
“Lemon drop?” Albus offered, gesturing to the bowl of candies on his desk.
“No thank you,” Harry declined politely. ‘Alright. Get on with it. Get into why you really called me here.’
“So Harry how has things been going?” Albus asked. “Classes are going fine?”
Harry cocked his head to the side, “Yes sir. It’s a lot of work, but that’s understandable considering this is sixth year and we only have one more year of school, but it’s ok. I’m doing well in all my classes.”
“Good, good,” Albus nodded, “Now, I’m sure you have been aware of what has been happening to Ginerva and Ronald Weasley?”
“Yes sir,” Harry nodded.
“There are rumours flying around of course,” Albus continued.
“Professor I think I know what you’re going to ask,” Harry interrupted, “And I can honestly tell you I had nothing to do with what happened to them. I mean, I’ve been spending most of my time with Draco or Cory and Luna, I have other things to do than prank either Weasleys.”
Albus stared at Harry for a few minutes. He contemplated using magic, but he couldn’t as he knew that the boy was able to tell when magic was being used on him. Instead, he nodded.
“I did want to ask you about your class,” he continued, “one in particular.”
Harry shifted in his seat, “I take it your talking about Mr Malfoy’s DADA class?”
“Yes,” Albus nodded, “How is that class proceeding? I trust you are not having any problems?”
‘You’d like that, wouldn’t you?’ “No sir,” Harry shook his head, “This is truthfully the best DADA class I’ve had. We’re actually learning useful stuff in here. We actually have a competent teacher that is willing to teach us everything and actually knows what he’s teaching. Last time we had that was with Remus and the fake Moody.”
‘Damnit! I was hoping to have something to get the Board to remove Lucius.’ Though he was angry, Albus didn’t show it. Instead, he gave a nod, “And you haven’t had any visions?”
“No sir,” Harry shook his head, “Maybe Voldemort is being quiet with his plans.”
Albus sighed, “Very well. That is all.”
Harry stood up. ‘Take that you old arse. I bet you were hoping to get rid of Lucius, but no dice old man.’ “Professor, when are we going to start my training?”
“Soon my boy,” Albus said, “but I want you to know more about Voldemort before we do so. After all, to beat him, you have to know him.”
“Ok,” Harry nodded,
Fawkes chose that moment to wake up. He saw Harry and flew from his perch to the teen’s shoulder, rubbing his head briefly before trilling. <<Hello Harry>>
“Hello Fawkes,” Harry smiled as he reached up a hand to rub the phoenix’s breast, “Good nap?”
<<As good as can be given the circumstances>>
Harry couldn’t say what he wanted without tipping the Headmaster off, so instead he nodded and smiled, “That’s good. We’ll have to chat some more, if Dumbledore doesn’t mind you coming with me of course.”
Albus smiled, “Well Fawkes definitely seems to enjoy your company. I don’t see why not.”
“Thanks sir,” Harry smiled, “Well, I should get going. Fawkes, I’ll see you later.”
The phoenix trilled in response, <<I look forward to it Harry>> and flew back to his perch.
Harry waved at the Headmaster and then gave a look and a smile to the phoenix before leaving. The moment the door closed behind him, he lost his smile and shook his head.
Dumbledore was so obvious some times.
His stomach rumbled, so Harry hurried down the stairs and down the hallway to get to the Great Hall.
As he neared the entrance, he saw a sight that brought a genuine and happy smile to his face; Draco, Cory and Luna were leaning against the wall, talking, with the pets at their feet.
Sesshomaru was the first to spot him and gave a bark before running over to him.
Draco smirked when he saw Harry and leaned off the wall to walk over to him, Cory and Luna following when they realized where he was going.
Harry grabbed Sesshomaru when the pup jumped into his arms and he smiled at his boyfriend and friends.
“That was fast,” Draco commented as he drew closer.
Harry rolled his eyes, “It wasn’t much of a meeting. Did you guys eat already?”
“Yeah,” Cory nodded.
Harry’s stomach chose that moment to growl.
Draco laughed, “We can go back in.”
“No,” Harry shook his head, “Come on.”
He led them down to the kitchens.
“Master Harry Potter!” Dobby squealed as he ran over to Harry, hugging his leg tightly.
Sesshomaru growled, eyes flashing red, from his position in Harry’s arms.
Dobby squeaked and jumped back with fear.
“It’s ok Dobby,” Harry soothed the elf, and then turned his attention to his pup. [He’s harmless. Stop growling…you’re scaring him]
-Good-
Harry could hear the satisfaction in the pup’s voice and he refrained from rolling his eyes. [If you don’t knock it off, I’ll ban you from Yasha for a week.]
Sesshomaru shifted to stare Harry in the eyes. –You wouldn’t-
[Wouldn’t I?] Harry raised an eyebrow.
The pup let out a whine and raised up to lick Harry’s chin. –Fine…I will behave- there’s no way he was risking not being around Yasha.
“It’s ok Dobby,” Luna spoke as she took a seat, “Sesshomaru was just being protective. He won’t hurt you.”
Dobby looked sceptical, but nodded and smiled, “What can Dobby be doing for Harry Potter and friends?”
Harry grinned, “I’m kinda hungry, actually.”
“Dobby will bring food,” Dobby grinned and dashed away. The other elves gave the group a wide berth, none of them wanting to aggravate the pets.
Dobby brought the food to Harry and quickly retreated.
The four friends sat together and talked, as Harry ate, with the three occasionally taking something from the plate, making Harry mock scowl at them.
They finished eating, and left the kitchens. It wasn’t until Harry was almost out the door, when as he turned to wave goodbye to Dobby, he froze.
“Harry?” Draco frowned as he touched the teen’s shoulder.
Cory and Luna were already going down the hallway, but both had stopped when they noticed their friends weren’t with them and had looked back.
Cory looked confused while Luna had her ever present smile on her face.
Harry looked briefly at Draco before turning his attention back to Dobby. He quickly stepped away from the blond and headed over to the elf.
“Dobby,” Harry said softly, his voice tinged with slight urgency, “Do you remember back in second year when I gave you the book with the sock in it?”
Dobby’s eyes went wide. “Oh yes Harry Potter. Dobby does remember.”
Harry’s heart pounded in his chest, “Do you still have it?”
Dobby nodded and popped out the room. Seconds later, he popped back in, a very familiar book in his hands.
Harry licked his lips as his eyes caught sight of the book, “Can I have it Dobby?”
Dobby grinned as he held out the book to Harry, “Here Master Harry.”
Harry took the book and smiled at the elf, “Thanks Dobby. I promise I’ll bring something back in exchange for you giving this back to me. Oh and Dobby? Could you not tell anyone—anyone—that I gave you this and you gave it back?”
Dobby had no trouble agreeing to Harry’s demands and waved enthusiastically before going back to his work.
“What’s that?” Draco asked, seeing how Harry was responding to the book. It was black, reminding him of a diary his father once had. Unlike that one, this was had a hole in the middle and its pages were stained with black ink.
“Something I had thought was lost because I had completely forgotten about this and that M wants,” Harry told him.
Draco knew who he was referring to with the ‘M’; it was the code they—meaning the four of them—had chosen to use when talking about the Dark Lord in public.
He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, as well as his wand from its secret holder, and transfigured the handkerchief into a piece of paper and conjured a pen, holding both out to Harry. “Here.”
“Thanks,” Harry smiled and wrote a quick note, sticking it on the top of the diary. He then turned to Sesshomaru. “I need you to deliver this to M for me. Can you do it?”
Sesshomaru cocked his head to the side, staring from his master to the book, before giving a single nod.
“Thank you,” Harry grinned and gave the book to the pup. He rubbed his head and said softly, “I had no intention of ever keeping you from Yasha.”
Sesshomaru rubbed his head against his master’s touch. <<Brat>>
Harry let out a chuckle as the pup disappeared in a ball of light. He stood up and turned back to walk over to Draco.
“I take it that was important?” Draco asked as they left the kitchen.
“Very,” Harry nodded.
They caught up to Luna and Cory and Harry gave a look to blonde Ravenclaw. “Luna girl, can you ask your father if this Saturday will work for the interview?”
“It will be no problem,” Luna nodded, “but I’ll write him just to be sure.”
“Alright,” Harry nodded in agreement and the four continued on.
Lunch was just about over, so they all went to their classes for the rest of the afternoon.
~…~
It was the end of the day and classes were over, and Harry, Draco and the rest of the Slytherin-Gryffindor group were heading towards the Great Hall for dinner.
When Harry turned to say something to Draco, movement in his peripheral vision drew his attention and he looked up, spotting two students leaning against the wall.
By the colours, he saw that they were Hufflepuffs, probably fourth year or so. They weren’t doing anything out of the way; just a boy and his girlfriend. He couldn’t help but to smile when he saw when he saw the boy put some food on a spoon and hold out it for the girl to take.
As he watched them, Harry came to a startling realization. He hadn’t spent any real time with Draco in a while. Paris, as fun as it was, didn’t count because they had been with Bill and the Delacour girls. When was the last time it was just the two of them? For that matter, when was the last time he showed his boyfriend how much he meant to him?
He ran through his memories and realized it was probably back at the start of school. He needed to fix that. Draco was the most important person in his life and he had gotten so caught up in completing the tasks for Voldemort that he had forgotten that.
He had been a crappy boyfriend as of late. He knew the blond wouldn’t complain about as what he was doing for Voldemort was extremely important, but still.
“You ok?” Draco asked softly, breaking Harry from his thoughts, but not wanting to draw anyone’s attention.
Harry smiled at him, “I’m fine. I’m just thinking about a problem, but, I think I’ve figured out a way to fix it.”
“If I can help, let me know,” Draco said.
“I will,” Harry nodded.
Draco gave a smile and turned back to his conversation, but Harry’s mind was whirling. He had to do something to show the blond just how much he meant to him.
~…~
The next day, Thursday, Harry had decided to implement a part of his plan regarding the interview.
So, that lunch hour, when he entered the Great Hall, instead of going to Slytherin table where the others were, he made his way up to the Head table where his Head of House was sitting along with other professors.
Of course his movements drew the attention of the students already in the Hall.
“Is there something the matter Mr Potter?” Minerva asked when her lion stopped in front of her.
“No professor,” Harry shook his head, “at least, I hope not. I was actually wondering if I could possibly ask a favour.”
“Oh?” Minerva raised an eyebrow, “And what kind of a favour would that be?”
“Well,” Harry said, “I’m sure you remember the debacle that was the article that Rita Skeeter wrote for The Daily Prophet and her accusations.”
“I do,” Minerva nodded, silently wondering where he was going with it. “Not that I gave any credence to that…woman’s words.”
Harry smiled briefly, “Thank you for saying that professor. But the thing is, even if you didn’t believe it, and I know my friends didn’t either, I’m sure a lot of people out there did. Rita has been writing crap about me ever since fourth year with the Tri-Wizard tournament and I’m sick of it.”
He took a deep breath, “I’m tired of Rita writing whatever she wants and people believing it, so I decided to tell my side of the story; kinda taking the power from Rita so to speak. Now, I don’t trust neither Rita nor The Daily Prophet, so I asked Luna if her dad would be willing to do an interview with me, and he agreed. It’s set up for this Saturday. I know it’s not a Hogsmeade weekend, but I was wondering if I could get a pass to go.”
Minerva stared at her student with some shock, and admiration, as did the other professors. She couldn’t believe that Harry had undergone such a drastic change, but as she recalled Severus’ words, she realized he was right. This change was for the better as the young man standing in front of her was more matured than the man she knew the years before.
“That is an admirable thing to do Mr Potter considering I know how much you dislike being in the spotlight,” Minerva said. “And while I am not questioning Ms Lovegood’s friendship to you nor her father’s loyalty to her, you are still the Harry Potter and any reporter would be thrilled to report on you. What I mean to say is, Mr Lovegood could quite possibly forget that you are his daughter’s friend and remember that you are seen as the Saviour of the Wizarding World and react accordingly. What guarantee do you have that his methods would be vastly different from Ms Skeeter’s?”
Harry remained silent as he thought on his Head’s words. He wasn’t angry, as he knew it was a valid concern, but he trusted Luna and if she said her father could be trusted, then he believed her.
“I trust Luna,” Harry said. “And she trusts her father. However, if it’ll make you feel better, I can take someone with me. If professor Snape doesn’t mind, I’d like him to accompany me.”
That drew some shock from the professors present, including the man himself.
“Why Snape?” Professor Dering asked. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I was under the impression that while the two of you are civil to each other, there was no love lost.”
“Ok,” Harry nodded, “You’re wrong. Yes, professor Snape and I had disagreements in the past, but we overcame them. I trust him.” He looked at his Head, “the reason I chose him and not you professor is because I didn’t want anyone to accuse you of favouritism or accusing you of coaching me to say what I say. Everyone outside of Hogwarts still believe that Snape and I can’t stand each other, so while people will be surprised that he’s with me, no one will accuse him of forcing me to say anything.”
No one could find fault with his logic and down at their end, Snape and Lucius exchanged looks, both awed by the Slytherin way Harry was playing everything.
After a short silence, Minerva nodded, “Very astute Mr Potter. I find no fault with what you’ve said.”
“So does that mean,” Harry started.
“Yes Mr Potter it does,” Minerva said, “I’ll grant you the pass.”
Harry smiled, “Thank you professor.”
“You are welcome,” Minerva said, “Now I suggest you go and get something to eat before lunch is over.”
“Alright,” Harry grinned and headed back down to the Slytherin table where the others had already arrived.
“What was that about?” Blaise asked when he had sat down.
“Just securing something,” Harry replied. When the Italian teen turned back to his conversation with Gabriella and Dean, Harry leaned in close to Draco, “I’ll tell you later.”
It’s not that he didn’t trust Blaise, but they were in the Great Hall and it was not something that he needed everyone to know…at least not until after Saturday.
~…~
Friday after classes, Draco was at the library doing some research for his Ancient Runes class when Hedwig flew through the window and landed on the table in front of him.
“Hello beautiful,” Draco greeted the disguised phoenix. He gently rubbed her breast, smiling when she let out a soft trill and stepped closer to him. He chuckled, but didn’t stop.
Hedwig shook herself out of the pleasurable haze—she really did love it when one of her charges rubbed her down—and held out her leg to the blond.
Draco noticed the paper attached and hummed as he removed it. “Thanks Hedwig.”
Hedwig leaned forward to touch her beak against the blond’s cheek before taking off back through the window.”
Draco smiled after the bird and then turned his attention back to the note.
I am formally inviting you to attend a date with me
Please be ready at seven-thirty in your dorm room.
At the appointed time, Hedwig will arrive and she will bring you to me
And dress to impress
Yours faithfully,
HJP
Draco’s cheeks flushed and he couldn’t stop the grin that built on his face. A quick Tempus showed him that it was just a little after five. He had two hours to get ready.
A rush of pleasure and excitement filled him and he hurriedly—but still with the grace and dignity of a Malfoy—gathered his books and made his way down to the dungeons.
When he entered the Slytherin common room, he saw Pansy, Blaise and Gabriella sitting together and walked over to them, nodding to a few students on his way.
“Hey Draco,” Gabriella greeted as she was the first to notice him.
“Hey,” Draco responded.
“I didn’t see Harry at dinner,” Pansy frowned at her friend, “nor you for that matter.”
“I was at the library getting some notes done for class,” Draco replied. “And I don’t know why Harry wasn’t at dinner.” He smiled as he remembered the note, “but I’ll probably find out.”
Blaise raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”
“I’ll tell you guys later,” Draco said and turned to go up to his dorm room. “I’ve got to go and get ready.”
“Ready for what?” Pansy asked.
Draco said nothing; he just smiled and continued walking.
“Draco?” Gabriella called after the blond, “Oh come on; tell us!”
Chuckling to himself, Draco quickly climbed the stairs to the boys’ dormitory and made his way to the sixth boys’ corridor and down to his room.
He undressed and then got in the shower, quickly going through his routine. When he got out, he went to his wardrobe and sorted through his clothes. He needed to find something good to wear.
Not that all his clothes weren’t good, but somehow, tonight felt special. Maybe because it was a date, their first date, he didn’t know; all he knew was that he wanted to look the part.
Finally settling on a set of clothes he had bought in Paris, Draco grinned to himself and got dressed.
When he was completely ready, he cast a quick Tempus and saw that he had finished with about five minutes to spare.
So he took the time to straighten out his room.
Hedwig flashed into the room just as he was done.
“Hey beautiful,” Draco greeted the phoenix.
Hedwig trilled as she flew over to land on the blond’s shoulder.
Automatically, Draco’s hand came up to rub her breast before he took the note from her beak.
Just knock
“Right,” Draco folded it and threw it on his bed before shifting his attention to the phoenix. “So, I don’t suppose you can give me a clue on what’s going on or where you’re taking me?”
Hedwig trilled and nipped his ear gently.
“Right,” Draco sighed, “I’ll take that as a ‘no’.”
He glanced up at the phoenix and could swear she was laughing at him.
“You’re laughing at me, I know it,” Draco grinned at her. “It’s ok. Take me to your master.”
Trilling once, Hedwig flashed out of the room.
She reappeared on the seventh floor, right in front of the entrance to the Room of Requirement.
After nipping the blond’s ear once more, Hedwig switched back to her owl form and flew off.
Draco watched the bird go before walking over to the door. He knocked and waited.
The door opened in, and he stepped inside, turning to close the door. When he turned back around, he froze and took in the scene in front of him.
The room had been changed to be night time, with the roof resembling the open sky, stars twinkling brightly; candles were hovering in the air and flowers were scattered around the place. In the centre was a table covered in a green table cloth.
On the table, in the centre, was a thin glass that held pink roses, two plates on both ends, and a bottle of what Draco recognized as Pellegrino.
And to top it all off, Harry was standing next to the table in a green sweater that clung to his frame and dark blue jeans. His hair, normally held back, was hanging loose around his face.
“Hey,” Harry said softly.
“Hi,” Draco smiled as he made his way over to his boyfriend, “What is all this?”
“Well I realized something,” Harry said, “I’ve been sort of a crappy boyfriend lately. I know plans need to be fulfilled and whatnot, but that’s no excuse for neglecting the most important person in my life.”
“Harry,” Draco started.
“No let me finish,” Harry cut him off, “You are my boyfriend and as such, you deserve to be above everyone else. I know I’ve been spending a lot of time with Luna, and I know that you understand that, but I also know that it could’ve been avoided because I neglected you. We’re a team and you should’ve been included from the get go.
“As much as I love Luna and as much as I love how we can understand each other’s thought process, it should be the same with us as we’ve known each other longer. Not only that, but I’ve always felt a connection with you and I should’ve done everything to nourish that, but I didn’t. And I’m sorry for that.”
Draco said nothing, because what could he say? Harry was right; he had been feeling a little neglected, but he knew that it wasn’t intentional on Harry’s part, nor Luna. He still stood by the words he had said to Gabriella, but that didn’t mean that he still hadn’t felt hurt that he had no idea what was going through his boyfriend’s mind until after he talked to Luna.
It had hurt.
Draco dropped his eyes, “You’re right; it had hurt to see you developing this bond with Luna, and while I got, and understood, that she was your sister and what was going on, I felt like it should’ve been me because I’m your boyfriend.”
He took a step closer to Harry, “But I never hated you for it because I know it was for a good cause.” He smiled, well smirked actually, “So, what do you plan to do to make it all up to me?”
Harry grinned and kissed the blond quickly before pulling away, “Well first there’s this.” he grabbed Draco’s hand and led him to the table, pulling out his chair for him.
He poured some of the Pellegrino into the two glasses before taking his own seat. “Dobby.”
The elf popped into the room with a huge grin.
“We’re ready Dobby,” Harry told the elf.
The elf nodded, “Ok Master Harry Potter.” Dobby popped out, returning in seconds with food. He bowed to Harry and to Draco—much to the blond’s surprise—before popping back out.
Draco looked at the food, lasagna di formaggio con pollo e pasta al forno pollo —his favourite dish—and then at Harry, “I can’t believe you did all this.” (cheese lasagne with chicken and baked pasta)
“I told you,” Harry smiled at him, “I’m making up for lost time. Now, eat.”
Draco chuckled and did just that, moaning at the first taste of the Italian dish.
Harry shifted slightly in his seat at the sound, but resolutely pushed all thoughts of ravishing the blond away.
“This is so good,” Draco commented as he swallowed a bite. He grabbed his glass and took a sip of the drink, “So why the Pellegrino?”
“Well I didn’t want us to be drunk or even tipsy for the rest of the evening,” Harry said, “and this ensured that. We’re having a fancy drink without the alcoholic downfall.”
“Nice,” Draco nodded.
The conversation after that flowed easily, as it always does, between the two. Harry explained everything that had happened in the last few weeks that Draco didn’t know, including what had happened with Tonks and what his plans for the interview and Dumbledore were.
Draco offered his input and between the two of them, they worked out the kinks of the interview and of the Tonks situation.
After their dinner, Harry called Dobby once more, who came with dessert; cannoli.
“I still can’t believe no one knows about Tonks,” Draco said as he bit into his dessert.
“I can,” Harry replied as he too ate the cannoli, “Dumbledore is all about image, and how do you think it’ll look to know that he lost a member of his Order, and not even the Order, but an Auror? He doesn’t want any backlash, so he’ll keep her death a secret, although, he doesn’t know she’s dead. He more than likely suspects she’s been kidnapped.”
“Has he had any Order meetings as of yet?” Draco asked, “I’m surprised if he hasn’t, considering the members would want to talk about the fact that one of them is missing.”
Harry frowned, “No, at least I don’t think so. I told him that I wanted to be included and that meant being at Order meetings. So I don’t think he has any, or maybe he has. I don’t know. I suppose I can ask next time we meet.”
“I would,” Draco nodded.
“Ok, enough talk about the Old Man and his problems,” Harry said as he stood up, “Tonight is about us. Come on.” He held out a hand to the blond.
Draco smiled and took the offered hand, allowing his boyfriend to pull him up.
Immediately, the table disappeared and the room shifted into a ballroom. Music started playing and Draco looked at Harry.
“May I have this dance?” Harry bowed and held out a hand.
Smiling, Draco nodded, “You may.”
Harry grinned and led Draco into a waltz.
As they danced around the room, Draco felt pleasure and warmth and excitement. He’s always had to be the one in charge, the one his peers looked to for guidance and always had to be strong; he couldn’t show weakness in public. It felt completely amazing to give it all up; to be the one taken care of, to not be so in control all the time.
People might argue that he was the “girl” in the relationship, especially if they could see them now, but he didn’t care because he knew it wasn’t true. And he knew Harry didn’t feel that way either.
“What are you thinking about?” Harry asked, seeing the pensive look on his boyfriend’s face.
“How much I love you,” Draco replied honestly, “And how lucky I am that I have you, considering all the crap I pulled over the years.”
“Hey I gave as good as I got,” Harry chided, “but none of that; our past is just that, our past. It’s important yes, but I don’t focus on it because there’s nothing we can change about it as it has already happened. What I’m more focused on is our present and our future.”
Harry paused and closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them to stare at the blond, his green eyes intense and filled with love and lust, “I want you to make love to me.”
It took a few seconds for Draco to register the words and the meaning behind them, but when he did, he stared at his boyfriend, “You mean?”
Harry nodded, “Yeah; I want you in me Dray. I want to give my other virginity to you.”
Draco could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He couldn’t believe what Harry had asked of him. It’s not that he hadn’t thought about it, because he had, but he loved feeling Harry in him so he hadn’t had any more thoughts to what it would be like on the other end.
But now, Harry was offering it to him.
“Dray say something,” Harry shuffled a little nervously. “If you don’t want to do this, then just—
Draco kissed him, “Are you absolutely sure about this?”
Harry grinned and kissed him once more, “If I wasn’t, I wouldn’t have offered. I really want this.”
Draco concentrated and the room shifted from the ballroom to a bedroom; similar to the one they had used the night they had been to the Chamber.
Smiling, Draco led Harry backwards until the brunet’s knees hit the bed and then gently pushed him down.
Both boys were giddy with anticipation, but they were determined not to rush.
Draco slowly stripped Harry, kissing his body every time he removed clothes. When Harry was naked, his grey eyes darkened completely.
“Merlin I love you,” Draco breathed out as he stared at his boyfriend.
“I love you too,” Harry smiled in response, paying no attention at the moment to the fact that his cock was completely hard and aching.
Draco grinned and leaned over Harry’s body, kissing him. After a few seconds of no tongue, he licked Harry’s bottom lip and when his mouth opened, his tongue slipped inside.
The two wrestled for dominance, but Harry surrendered and let Draco take control of the kiss.
It turned heated quickly and soon enough, both boys were moaning into each other’s mouth.
“Fuck,” Draco whispered as he pulled back, panting harshly. “I need you.”
“So take me,” Harry responded with another toe-curling kiss.
Draco pulled away again, licking his lips. He kissed a line down Harry’s neck, sucking on his pulse point as Harry’s head tipped back, giving the blond more access.
Said blond continued on his path, kissing down Harry’s chest. He sucked on Harry’s left nipple while his hand came up to play with the other. He bit, nipped, licked and sucked both nipples, reducing his boyfriend to a moaning mess on the bed.
“Fuck Dray,” Harry panted out as his back arched slightly. He could feel the heat slowly fill his body as the sensation of Draco’s mouth on him drove his body wild.
Draco grinned to himself as he moved down Harry’s stomach. He got the hardened cock and stared at it, feeling his mouth water.
Harry lifted his head, green eyes going cloudy with desire, and groaned when he saw his boyfriend doing nothing more than staring at his cock. That’s not what he wanted.
“Draco,” he moaned out, “please.”
The plea snapped Draco out of his trance, and he raised darkened grey eyes to look at Harry, “Please what?”
He blew a gust of air at the tip of the cock, feeling his own throb at the low growl that Harry let out.
“For fucks sake Draco!” Harry panted out, “Suck me! Put your lips on my cock…please!”
“All you had to do was ask,” Draco grinned. He wrapped a hand around the brunet’s length at the same time he dropped his mouth down over the head. He sucked on the tip, drawing moans from his boyfriend before sinking down lower. He got halfway, but he didn’t let that stop him.
He hollowed his cheeks and slowly pulled up, sucking as he did so.
“Fuck!” Harry moaned as his head fell back and his hips moved forward. The hot, wet heat of the blond’s mouth was sending his senses in overdrive.
‘Soon,’ Draco thought lavishly as he hummed, pulling a deep groan from the brunet above him. He loved sucking Harry’s cock.
Harry reached a hand down to tangle in the blond locks, while the other gripped the sheets tightly.
“Draco…so fucking good!” Harry moaned.
The blond pulled off the hardened length, drawing a groan of dissention from his lover. He grinned, even as his hands kept moving.
“What?” Draco asked.
“You know what, you bastard,” Harry hissed, lifting his head to look down at his love.
“Sorry,” Draco replied, “my parents were already married when I was born.”
Deciding he’d done enough talking, Draco leaned forward and gave the head of Harry’s cock kitten licks, his tongue lapping at the pre-cum that oozed out. He kept a firm hold around the base of Harry’s cock and he bent over and sucked the head in his mouth.
“Fucking hell Draco!” Harry shouted out as his cock disappeared into his boyfriend’s mouth.
Draco held back his chuckle and instead, pumped the length of Harry’s cock up to where his lips were wrapped around the head and back. The heady rush of pleasure he always felt at being the one to reduce his powerful boyfriend to this state flowed through him.
But he needed more.
Almost reluctantly, he pulled his mouth from Harry’s cock.
Harry whined at the loss and lifted his head to look at the blond, “W-why’d you stop?”
“This,” Draco said as he summoned his wand and cast the Cleansing Charm on his boyfriend. He also summoned a jar of lube and cast a warming charm over it before discarding his wand once more.
Dipping his index and middle finger in the lube, Draco teased Harry’s entrance before slipping his index finger inside at the same time he sucked on the head of the brunet’s cock, making him moan at the duel pleasure. Circling his finger, he loosened the hole enough for his middle finger to slip in. His fingers circled and teased until they brushed against Harry’s prostate.
The intense pleasure that shot through Harry had him bearing down on the blond’s fingers, trying to fuck them, as more pre-cum spilled from his cock.
“Oh…Draco…don’t stop…oh sweet Merlin...fuck Dray!” Harry moaned out as he continued fucking himself on the blond’s fingers. The need to have the blond in him intensified, “I need you…”
Moaning, Draco pulled off of Harry’s cock and removed his fingers from the brunet’s ass.
Harry whimpered at the empty feeling, but knew that it would change soon. He raised up on his elbows and watched as Draco stripped out of his clothes. He licked his lips when each article of clothing was removed.
“See something you like?” Draco smirked, standing fully naked.
“Definitely,” Harry grinned. Reaching down a hand, he wrapped it around his cock, and slowly started moving his hand up and down, pumping his own cock.
Draco knelt on the bed next to Harry and slapped his hand away, “Enough of that.”
Grinning, Harry reached out and grabbed Draco’s hand, pulling the blond down onto him and attached his mouth to the blond’s.
The kiss became steamy quickly, and Harry brought his legs up to wrap around Draco’s waist. As the kiss prolonged, Harry arched his back, making his cock brush against Draco’s.
The feeling of the bare cocks rubbing against each other sent shock waves of pleasure through both boys and soon enough, they were rutting against one another.
All too soon Draco felt himself drawing close and he stopped the movements of his hips, however reluctantly. He wanted to come inside Harry.
“Why’d you stop?” Harry groaned out, trying to continue, but whimpering when his boyfriend stopped his own hips from moving as well.
“Want to be inside you,” Draco panted out. He grabbed the lube and coated his cock before lining up to Harry’s entrance. He teased the hole for a few seconds, sending their lust soaring even higher.
“Come on Dray!” Harry panted out, “Stop teasing damnit! I want you in me!”
“It’s gonna hurt a little,” Draco replied, his body tense.
“Just do it,” Harry encouraged.
Nodding, Draco slowly pressed in, breaching Harry’s body. The head of his cock slipped in and the blond didn’t even bother to stifle the moan that erupted from him.
Harry winced at the pain and grabbed Draco’s arm. “W-wait.”
Draco froze and looked down at his boyfriend, “Are you ok?”
“Yeah,” Harry nodded, “just hurt a little is all.” He took some deep breaths to relax, “Ok…go on…just go slow.”
Draco nodded. He didn’t want to hurt Harry, but it took everything to slam into the brunet. So, he took a deep breath to calm himself and then, he continued. Inch by inch, he slowly rocked into Harry’s body until he had bottomed out.
“Can I move?” Draco asked, because he really, really wanted to.
“Give me a second,” Harry replied. It hurt, it really did, but he could feel the pain disappearing gradually and the pleasure settling in. he started shifting slightly, feeling that pleasurable burn and that need for movement that was growing by the second until he was completely impatient.
“Dray…move!” Harry groaned out, arching his back and clenching his muscles in hopes of propelling his boyfriend into movement.
“Fuck!” Draco cursed when he felt how tight Harry suddenly got.
“That’s the idea,” Harry teased, between heavy breaths, “Now get on with it.”
All the incentive Draco needed. He pulled out slowly, too slow for Harry if the whining is any indication, and then slammed back in hard and fast.
“Again!” Harry moaned out, loving the feel of the burn and friction of Draco’s cock dragging against his insides.
Draco did; he pulled out, just as slow and slammed back in.
“S-so good…Merlin Dray…ohhh…fuck me harder!” Harry panted, arching his back, sending Draco’s cock deeper.
The blond ignored the demand. He knew just how painful the first time was, and he didn’t want to put Harry through any more pain. So, he kept his thrusts slow, but forceful.
“Damnit Draco!” Harry growled as he reached, wrapping an arm around the blond’s neck and pulling him down into a kiss.
It was harsh and full of lust and when it ended, both boys were breathing even heavier.
“I’m not gonna break Draco,” Harry said.
“The first time hurts,” Draco replied, still doing his slow pull and hard push.
Harry kissed him again. “That’s what pain potions are for. Now…fuck me hard and fast…like you fucking mean it!”
Draco’s already darkened grey eyes went completely black, leaving only a sliver of grey. Letting a snarl, he complied, slamming in and out of the brunet with a force that he was sure hurt and would leave bruises. But he couldn’t stop, and from the sounds of it, Harry didn’t want him to.
Harry let out a deep moan at the force and the pleasure as he started pushing back to meet Draco’s thrusts. He felt like he was burning up from the heat filling him, scorching him from the inside. He had thought being inside Draco was it, but this, this was just as good. Every thrust, every drag of Draco’s cock against his walls, had him crying out from the intensity.
Draco groaned at the feeling of Harry hot and tight around him. Every time he entered the brunet’s body was heaven. Nothing compared to feeling like this. He felt like he was drowning in intense pleasure. But being inside Harry wasn’t just all that was making him lose his mind; just hearing his boyfriend’s moans and noises and his reactions, all of it was sending him closer and closer to an orgasm.
Harry’s hand sneaks down between their bodies to grab his neglected cock. He could feel the end rushing up on him and he desperately wanted to meet it; he was dying to cum.
“Merlin Draco don’t stop!” Harry panted out, pushing back on the heavy cock in his ass and his own fist. “Don’t stop…keep fucking me…oh sweet Merlin…h-harder…d-deeper…”
“Fuck Harry!” Draco moaned, increasing his pace. He could feel his balls drawing up. They felt so full with cum and he was close to exploding. “S-so close…”
“Oh me too,” Harry moaned as he looked up at the blond above him. Draco’s hair was a mess, his face was scrunched up in pleasure and his skin was flushed and sweaty. He’d never looked more gorgeous to Harry.
Two thrusts directly against his prostate later, combined with him pumping his own cock, and Harry’s orgasm slammed into him and he covered their chests jets of white spunk.
Harry’s orgasm triggered Draco’s own. Not that the blond could’ve held it back anyways; the feel of Harry’s clenching, hot passage becoming even hotter and tighter around his cock, pulled it out of him.
Both boys moaned as their cocks finally stopped spurting and Draco collapsed on Harry.
“Oh fuck,” Harry chuckled, his breathing heavy, “that was—that was amazing.”
“I know,” Draco nodded.
The two stayed like that for a few more minutes, but the idea of dried cum sticking to them wasn’t pleasant, so reluctantly, Draco moved off of Harry, carefully pulling out, and Summoned his wand.
After casting a Cleansing charm, he fell back on the bed, pulling the covers back and easing under, pulling Harry with him.
Harry smiled and cuddled into his boyfriend, resting his head on the blond’s chest.
“So,” Draco started, running a hand up and down Harry’s arm, “do you think we can do that again?”
Harry shifted until he could fold his arms on the blond’s chest and rest his chin on his arms, “Oh definitely. It was so perfect and just…I mean, I love the other way around; I love being inside you and feeling you hot and tight and wet and clenching around me,”
At the words, Draco’s cock made a feeble attempt at getting hard.
Harry stifled a laugh as he could feel it.
“Shut up,” Draco muttered, though he was smiling.
“Anyways,” Harry grinned as he continued, “what I was saying was, while I do love being in you, I love having you in me too. So…I would definitely not object to do it this way again.”
Draco smiled and pulled Harry up so he could kiss him. “Good.” He paused, “but we’re still doing it the other way too right, because I feel the same; I love being in you just as much as I love having you in me.”
Harry laughed, “Yes Dray, we’re doing it the other way too. We’re gay, which means we have the option of going both ways. It’s not like we’ve decided who’s going to top all the time or who’s going to bottom. We can do both and we’re definitely doing both.”
“Alright then,” Draco smirked, “I’m all for that.”
Harry leaned up and whispered against Draco’s lips. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Draco replied, kissing his boyfriend brief, but deeply.
The kiss ended and the two settled down, giving into the call of sleep.
~…~
Harry and Draco weren’t the only couple enjoying some time together.
Down a few floors in an unused classroom, Cory and Luna were on their own date.
The classroom had been transfigured to look like a field of flowers, courtesy of Luna, and the duo was enjoying a picnic; the food had been prepared by the elves.
“This is great,” Cory smiled at his girlfriend.
Luna smiled in return and reached out to grab his hand, tangling their fingers together. “I know you’ve felt a bit neglected and I am sorry.”
Cory ducked his head briefly and then leaned in to kiss her. When he pulled back, his eyes were serious, “It’s ok. Yeah I didn’t really like it, but I understood and it wasn’t a huge problem.”
“I love you,” Luna said, “and I want you to talk to me the next you feel like this. I may be clairvoyant but even I need to be shown things. I do not want our relationship to fall to the wayside. Although, I do think a part of it stems from the fact that Harry and I are quite similar in some ways.”
Cory nodded, “I agree…completely.” He grinned, “I have to admit though, it’s kinda nice having my girlfriend all to myself.”
Luna bit her lip as her cheeks flushed pink with pleasure.
Cory grinned at the sight, but said nothing. Instead, he turned and dug back into the basket, bringing out some more food.
The picnic continued, with the two sharing conversations about themselves; since it was their date, they had decided to leave off topics that had anything to do with the Dark/Light side and just focused on each other.
At one point, Cory turned to Luna and froze. The light had cast a glow over her, and to him, he’d never seen anyone more beautiful.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly.
Luna turned to him and smiled before leaning over to kiss him.
Surprised, but pleased, Cory returned the kiss.
Luna shifted until she was sitting on his lap, straddling him, and her arms around his neck.
Cory deepened the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer. He could feel himself growing hard and he moaned into the kiss.
Luna shivered at the sound of her boyfriend’s moan. She could feel his growing erection beneath her and it turned her on a lot to know that she was the reason for it. She’s never thought of herself as a sexual being or as someone who guys would be turned on by, but here was her proof that she was.
It made her feel wanted.
It made her feel bold.
She moved one of her hands from around Cory’s neck and trailed it down his body until she was palming his erection.
Cory pulled back from the kiss and moaned at the feel of Luna’s thin fingers tracing his cock. He tangled his hand in her hair and tilted her head so he could get to her neck as he gave a thrust up into her hand.
“Cory,” Luna moaned as she felt his lips on her neck. Things she’s never felt before filled her. She could feel a heat coursing her through, a warmth filling her womb and moving down to her entrance where she was slowly getting wet.
She moved her hand from his erection and brought it up to grip his hair, holding his head to her neck as she grounded her hips down on his lap.
“Fuck Luna!” Cory hissed as he thrust up against her.
“Cory,” Luna panted out, “I f-feel…ohhh…”
It took supreme effort for Cory to stop his actions. But he did. He gripped Luna’s hips and stopped her movements. “Luna…wait…stop.”
Luna was breathing heavily, her skin flushed with pleasure and pupils slightly dilated, as she looked at her boyfriend, “What is it? Why did you stop?”
Cory took a deep breath to calm himself down, “Because we haven’t really talked about this and I’m not sure I’m ready to go there yet.”
Luna closed her eyes and took some deep breaths to calm herself down as well. When she was sure she was sufficiently cooled down, she opened her eyes and smiled at her boyfriend, “You’re right of course. While it felt good, so good, I fear it would’ve gotten out of hand quickly and we wouldn’t have been able to stop. I’m not ready for that step either.”
Cory grinned, loving her even more, “We can still make out though, right?”
“Of course,” Luna grinned in reply.
Cory kissed her, “Good, because I did enjoy that part.”
Luna giggled and kissed him again, “So, should we continue our picnic?”
Cory looked up at her, “We can, I mean, unless you want to leave or something?”
“No,” Luna shook her head, “I want to finish our picnic.”
“Then we’ll do that,” Cory smiled as he gently lifted her off his lap, placing her next to him.
Luna leaned into him, smiling softly when he handed her some grapes.
Cory wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head, enjoying the moment and the girl in his arms.
After a few minutes of just enjoying the silence, they started up another conversation.
The rest of their evening was spent relaxing and enjoying their alone time and each other.
~…~
Saturday
That morning Harry made his way down to the dungeons to Snape’s office.
Snape had opened a secure Floo connection to Luna’s dad’s office at The Quibbler, so that’s how they were going there.
Harry entered the office, after providing the password, and sat down near the fireplace waiting for Severus to emerge.
The man came out five minutes later.
“You are ready?” Snape asked when he saw Harry sitting there.
“As I’ll ever be,” Harry grinned and jumped up. “I’m kind of excited actually.”
Snape’s dark eyes flashed with amusement and his lips twitched, “Of course you are. Well then, I suppose we should be on our way.”
Grabbing the Floo powder, Snape activated the connection and with a flash of green, the two disappeared from the office.
They reappeared in Xenophilius’ office, drawing the man’s attention.
Xenophilius looked up from the papers he was going through and stood up, “Oh hello. Mr Potter, Mr Snape, welcome.”
“Mr Lovegood,” Harry gave a nod as he stepped forward to shake the man’s hand.
Xenophilius gestured to the two chairs, “Please, have a seat.”
“Thank you,” Harry said as he sat down, “And thank you for having me.”
“Oh I should be the one thanking you,” Xenophilius said, “I’m honoured that you’re here and that you chose The Quibbler to give your very first interview.”
“Well you’re Luna’s father and she trusts you,” Harry said, “And I trust her.”
“Before we begin,” Snape spoke up, “Mr Potter has agreed to this interview on a few conditions: one, you take an Unbreakable Vow that we will not be betrayed in any way shape or form; two, you will print Mr Potter’s exact response, word for word, no Quick Quills and no ad-libbing; three, a copy of the interview shall be sent to a third party and if deemed acceptable, then and only then will this interview be printed. Meet these conditions and this interview will proceed and we shall have no future problems.”
Xenophilius looked at the dark and foreboding man and nodded in agreement. There was no way he was risking not only Harry Potter’s wrath, but Severus Snape’s as well; the man had a reputation of his own and he was not someone to be crossed.
“Very well,” Snape nodded as he pulled out his wand, “Let us begin, shall we?”
The Vow was cast and then, the interview began. It took just over two hours, but it was done.
After, Snape waved his wand over the papers, creating a copy while Harry called Hedwig into the room.
The phoenix arrived with a flash of fire, startling Xenophilius.
“Hedwig,” Snape said as he sealed the papers and held it out the phoenix, “Take this to M will you please?”
Hedwig trilled, calming the frazzled man, and accepted the papers. She rubbed her head against Harry’s and flashed out.
“Sweet Merlin that was a phoenix!” Xenophilius exclaimed.
“It was,” Harry nodded, “And no one knows it, so I’d appreciate it if stayed that way. Although, if it does come out, I will know who it came from.”
Xenophilius paled at the veiled threat.
“Then I do suppose it is a very good thing a Vow was taken,” Snape injected silkily, “I would hate for the young Ms Lovegood to lose her father.”
She wouldn’t, but the man didn’t need to know that.
The three men waited patiently for Hedwig’s return.
Harry had gotten up from his seat and he and Snape stood in the corner talking quietly—though a Muffiliato was still cast—amongst themselves.
Xenophilius would never admit it out loud, but was completely terrified of having the two men just waiting. He knew they wouldn’t hurt him, but it still did nothing to stop him from being relieved when they would leave.
~…~
In his private wing at Malfoy Manor, Voldemort sat in his main room going through some paperwork.
The flash of fire drew his attention and he looked up to see Hedwig. He smiled.
“Well hello there,” Voldemort greeted the phoenix as he stood up, “to what do I owe this pleasure?”
Hedwig trilled as she flew over to the desk.
Voldemort took the letter from her, and the phoenix flew to land on his shoulder.
The Dark Lord let out a chuckle and then turned his attention to the letter in his hands. As he read, a smirk appeared and his eyes flashed with satisfaction.
When he was done, he glanced up at the phoenix on his shoulder. “Your master really is as Slytherin as they come.”
Hedwig trilled and gently bit Voldemort’s ear before she flew off to land in front of the man, allowing him to return the letter.
“Tell him I approve,” Voldemort said to the bird.
Hedwig trilled once more and then flashed out of the room.
When she was gone, Voldemort relaxed back into his seat. He could admit that he had been slightly sceptical as he hadn’t been sure just how the interview would play out, but he could see he had had no cause to be worried.
The boy had handled the answers perfectly. And it wasn’t just the interview either; their mission to France, the way he handled that Auror Tonks, the way he had managed to make the Old Coot believe exactly what he wanted.
It all reminded him of himself, but there was something more about Harry Potter; something that the boy had that he did not.
“It’s a very good thing that he is now on my side,” Voldemort mused, “for I have no doubt that if Dumbledore had ever realized the potential in Harry, he would’ve treated him right and kept him close. However, he did not. And as I have said before, the Light’s folly is my gain.”
He started chuckling, and if anyone had heard it, they would’ve shivered and ran in fear from the pure evilness of it.
~…~
Back at Lovegood’s office, Hedwig reappeared, once again startling Xenophilius.
Both Harry and Snape ignored the man as they turned their attentions to the phoenix.
“What did he say?” Harry asked as he held out his arm for Hedwig to fly to.
Hedwig trilled as she flew to Harry’s lap instead. |He approves. You have the go ahead to continue.|
Harry’s answering grin was wide as he looked up at Snape.
“Well?” Snape raised an eyebrow.
“It’s good,” Harry nodded as he removed the letter from Hedwig and held it out to his professor. “He approves of it.”
Snape’s lips twitched slightly. “Very well.” He took the letter from Harry’s hand, and after scanning it once more, he gave it to Xenophilius.
“Thank you,” Xenophilius whispered as he took the parchment.
“How soon can it be printed and sent out?” Harry asked.
“Well it usually takes us about a day to go through everything and get the amount of copies ready to,” Xenophilius started, but he stopped when he saw the looks on the men’s faces.
Snape looked at Harry. “Well, we would hate to have you rush through the process and in the end the result is not what we had hoped for. However, this is the Magical world and I am sure, there is some way to speed up the process.”
Harry grinned, “So, by lunch today?”
“That is ideal,” Snape nodded.
Xenophilius could hear the threat in the words even if it hadn’t been spoken and he knew, it would be out no later than today. So instead, he held back his words and gave a nod.
“Good,” Snape nodded. “Hedwig. Return us.”
Harry moved to stand next to his professor.
“I look forward to reading the Quibbler at lunch,” Harry said.
With that, the phoenix and the two men flashed out of the room.
The moment they were gone, Xenophilius fell back in his seat with a heavy sigh filled with relief. The moment only lasted a few minutes before he was up and on his feet, rushing to his printers.
He had a paper to put out and a deadline to do it.
~…~
They reappeared in Snape’s office, and after fussing with Hedwig one last time, Harry allowed the phoenix to return to whatever it was she had been doing.
When the bird was gone, Harry turned to his professor, “What do you think is going to happen?”
“That Mr Potter is something you would undoubtedly require a Seer for,” Snape remarked, a teasing tone to his voice, “However, if one were to guess, then I would say that Albus Dumbledore will soon realize just how delicate the tower he’s standing on is and that it is about to crumble from beneath him.”
Harry grinned, “I can’t wait. I better go find Draco and the others.”
Snape nodded as he headed to his office. He had a certain Dark Lord to visit.
~…~
Harry left Snape’s office and then headed down to the dungeons where Draco had said he would be until he got back.
After giving the password to the Snake’s pit, he entered the common, immediately spotting his boyfriend in his normal seat with Pansy and the others, including Cory and Luna, around him.
“Hey!” Cory was the first to see him. “You’re back.”
Draco looked up and smirked when he saw his boyfriend. He shifted in his seat, providing enough space for Harry to join him.
“Hey,” Harry whispered as he sat down next to the blond, shifting so Draco was comfortable.
“How’d it go?” Draco asked. He moved Harry’s arm so that it was pretty much around his shoulders and he could cuddle into his boyfriend.
“Perfectly,” Harry smiled and then he looked at Luna, “I think Professor Snape scared your dad a bit though.”
The group laughed at that.
“So how soon will we see your very first interview?” Gabriella asked.
“By noon,” Harry said and then chuckled, “I think Snape really scared him.”
Pansy looked around and then subtly cast a Muffiliato around the group. “Harry, this interview, what is going to happen with it? What is it about?”
Blaise nodded, “How bad is it going to be?”
Harry looked at them—Cory, Pansy, Blaise, Luna, Gabriella and Draco—and then smiled, “It’s going to be fine. I sent it off to our benefactor and he approved of it. Trust me guys. Yes it will cause backlash and looks, especially from Dumbledore, but I’m anticipating that, and I know how to handle it when it happens.”
The six looked at each other and then back at the teen.
“Tell me why exactly you were never in Slytherin from the beginning?” Gabriella raised an eyebrow as she smirked at him.
Harry chuckled at the girl but said nothing in response.
“How soon until lunch?” Luna asked from her position in Cory’s arms.
Casting a quick Tempus, Blaise answered, “It’s just after ten. So, lunch is in like an hour and a half.”
“So I guess we’re just relaxing here until then?” Harry asked.
“Unless there is somewhere else you have to be?” Pansy stared at the green-eyed teen.”
“No,” Harry shook his head, “I’m good here.”
“Good,” Pansy nodded, “it’s settled. We can just relax here until lunch.”
“So what were you guys talking about when I came in?” Harry asked as he settled more comfortably in his seat and settling Draco with him.
As one, topics were given and Harry laughed softly before joining in as the conversations continued.
~…~
At around noon, all over the Wizarding World, flocks of owls flew into homes, stores, and government offices. Each owl was carrying a Wizarding paper, and soon, people realized that it wasn’t the Daily Prophet, but rather, the Quibbler.
The owls dropped the papers in front of every person before taking back off.
One by one, each person opened the paper and they were shocked and surprised when they saw the headline:
Interview of a Saviour:

The Boy-Who-Lived Speaks Out!

A/N 2: so…how’d you like it? The title for the chapter means exactly what it says; this is the beginning of the end. Lol. The story is soon coming to a close. And while I am sad to see it end, as both Tonks and I had so much fun working on it, I’m also glad because it means I will have time for other stories.
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