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No Obvious Truths	By : Danyealle Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 64502 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 32
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Chapter 23

Beta'd by the amazing Tenchi. Thanks, woman! You're the BEST!

Smiling at the deputy headmistress, Narcissa said, “Come in, Minerva. I'll take you up to Harry's room.” This was the first of the tutoring sessions that had been set up for Harry. Quietly, she said, “He's not had a chance to work on much. We've done what we can, of course, but with the change in potions and him not feeling good—Well, I’m sure you understand.”
“I do,” Minerva told her firmly, following along. “We'll work with what's there. Is he doing better?”
“Oh yes, quite a bit actually when it comes to things like his pain levels. That's making him far more comfortable than he was.” Stopping, she smiled then said, keeping her voice down, “Just don't get offended if he falls asleep on you. He's still adjusting to the new regimen they have him on.”
“Completely understandable and you will hear no complaints from my end,” Minerva told her firmly.
Leading the older woman to Harry's room, she knocked once on the cracked open door then them herself and Minerva in. Seeing Harry and Lucius on the balcony, she said, motioning Minerva to follow, “Professor McGonagall is here for your tutoring Harry.”
Sipping at his shake, Harry waved to the professor then watched what Lucius was doing with Transfiguring something. It was definitely fascinating, that's for sure!
Eying the massive stuffed dragon perched by the young man, Minerva pulled out a chair by Harry then said, “Well, I can see that you have one of the dragons as well, Mr. Potter.”
Letting out a long-suffering sigh, Narcissa said, “He has the original. They had to actually find one for Draco.” Shaking her head, she looked at Harry, who was grinning at her, and sighed again, though smiled a little, then asked, “Would you like some more of the milkshake, Harry?”
As he was feeling better, though his stomach was touchy, Harry nodded, “Please.”
Reaching out and giving his head a rub, Narcissa said, “I'll get you some.” Excusing herself, she went to send Dobby to fetch another shake and some fruit or something for Harry to eat.
Folding her hands on the table, Minerva looked between Lucius and Harry, then asked, “Are there any specific problem areas you're running into that need work. Or is it just a case of slow going because of the illness?”
“He's actually doing quite well,” Lucius told her, putting some of what they had accomplished when it came to essays and other work onto the table. “Mostly, the problem comes in from him being ill. Then came the potions change. That's put him further behind, unfortunately. We're holding off on the essays on some things and doing more of a question and answer type quiz because of how he feels.” Passing those papers over to Minerva, Lucius waited to see what she had to say on the topic.
Looking at what was there, Minerva nodded, “These are good. For now, this may work better for you than essays in some areas.”
“We're using essays for things he can't do practical on, but having to help him get the books and such as he's mostly confined to bed,” Lucius explained, clasping his hands on the table.
“That's fine,” Minerva told him with a dismissive wave as she read through what was there. “We expected some problems because of limitations he has.” Looking at the young man after going through everything to see where he was, progress wise, she then asked, “How about we run though what you've learned so I can help with any areas you're having problems with.”
Nodding, setting his shake aside, Harry produced his wand and readied himself, grinning while he did.

Looking in the bedroom as Narcissa tucked the sleeping young man in, Minerva said, quietly, “He's actually doing very well with as far as he is in his studies. Are there any problem areas you need help with?”
“Not really, no,” Lucius told her with a shake of his head. “The only issue we're having is him being unable to work because of the illness. He's picking up what he needs to well and progressing fine when we can work with him. The essays aren't as fun, obviously, something he grouses about, but he does well with them and knows how to look up what is needed.”
Nodding as she listened, Minerva said, “So far, I see no problems you need to focus on. Just slow going, which isn't something you can help. He has a good grasp of the basics and is working well with them. Each week we'll help with what we can so he shouldn't have a problem.” Glancing at the boy, watching Narcissa giving him a kiss on the temple, she smiled, “He appears to be doing as well as can be expected.”
“He's still adjusting, of course, and it takes much out of him, but he's managing,” Lucius told her leaning back. “We did want to mention that one goal we've set with him is for him to be able to attend Halloween feast. It gives him something to shoot for. It'll be handled much the same way we did for Opening Feast, of course, with us coming along.”
“That's fine,” Minerva said with a dismissive wave and a small smile. “It will probably do him good to have something to focus on.”
Coming back out and taking a seat, Narcissa said, “We have discussed Quidditch matches, of course, but, for now, aren't considering that. As ill as he is, even with warming charms, we're not willing to take the chance. Later in the year, as his immune system recovers, we'll bring him.”
“Just let us know and we'll help all we can,” Minerva told them firmly. Pushing everything aside, she said, “I believe that's all that we need this week. Filius will come next week to check in. I'll let the young man rest and just remind you if you need anything to contact us.”
Standing and nodding, Lucius said, “I'll show you out.” He was pleased it went so smoothly and there were no problems.

Sitting in his small apartment, Remus was rereading the letter from Lucius Malfoy, smiling as he did. This was good. There were provisions to this, of course, but none of them overly harsh and he could understand why the man wanted them in place. Besides, he didn't want to blindside the poor sick child with facts about some things without giving Harry warning what was coming.
Picking up his quill, he began to write to Harry. The first thing he did was explain who he was then he talked about meeting James for the first time. It wasn't much, he knew that, but it was a way to start off the conversation with the young man. That was good there. After that, he asked about the mundane, like his schoolwork and other things in his life. It wasn't much of a letter, honestly, he knew that, but it was enough to, hopefully, build to more.
Setting that aside, he began to pen one to Lucius. In this one, he easily agreed to the condition set, making that clear. He also asked some more detailed information about what was going on, how ill Harry was, what the disease was doing, things like that. Towards the end of it, he made the request, for future reference, of being able to see Harry. He knew that wouldn't be right away obviously, but at some point.
Finishing both up, Remus read them over then sent them off. When the owl winged away, he felt mildly guilty over what he was doing. Albus had asked for help and he was ignoring that in favor of getting to know Harry. Like so many from the original Order, he knew what they may be facing now and in the future. So, they needed to prepare. Part of that was going to be protecting Harry. If what Albus said about that stone in the school was true, it was already starting to happen. He didn't like that, of course, but he would deal with it. For now, there was a sick young man that needed left alone, one that Albus, apparently, from the words of his own quill, didn't help. No, the rest could wait a while was his thought. Let Harry heal then they would work with it.

Keeping an eye on Pansy and her two side-kicks, Draco sneered. He really hated her. She was always trying to get them in trouble for something or other. That was obvious to all. So far, they were doing good in not rising to the bait, no matter what it was. Marcus Flint was really helpful in making sure she kept out of the way. So far she, Crabbe and Goyle had all three landed in multiple detentions over some of their stunts, like challenging him to a duel after hours. That just seemed to make her angrier. And more intent on getting to him. He didn't like that, of course, but was dealing with it.
Staying out of the way so she didn't notice, his eyes narrowed as he watched her picking at one of Gryffindor first years, a Muggle-born named Granger. Longbottom was there as well. The stupid girl was just upset that Granger was doing better in class than she was, that's all there was to it. Sighing, he didn't know what to do. Looking at Blaise and Ron, he saw a helpless look there as well. Flint wasn't around, so he wasn't sure what he should do here. Longbottom and Granger weren't any kind of match for Pansy as he knew.
Leaning over, he whispered to the two, “What should we do here? Do you have any idea?”
Shaking his head, Blaise said, “I don't know. I mean, Parkinson is a nightmare to deal with. If we step in, she's going to come after us again. We can handle her, no doubt there, but we don't need the mess. Granger is a know-it-all and bad to deal with, we all know that, but she doesn't deserve this. Longbottom is a disaster in all kinds of ways, but he seems to be a nice enough bloke.” Sighing, Blaise shrugged, not knowing what to suggest.
“I have an idea,” Ron said quietly, watching the scene play out.
Ron was generally a follower, not a leader, so he didn't come up with too much. Draco was willing to listen to him when he did though. “What's that?” He asked, watching Pansy get nastier with the two.
“Fred and George. They aren't far off. Let me get them and let them handle it. They won't hurt Parkinson and her goons, but they'll find out what it's like to be on the receiving end for a while,” Ron grinned.
“I like that,” Draco told him looking smug. “You go grab them and we'll keep an eye out.”
Handing his books over to Blaise, Ron muttered about being right back and took off.

Following Ron to where the other two boys were, Fred and George peered around the corner at the scene, shaking their heads. “Yeah, you're right. She's a nightmare,” Fred said quietly.
“One that needs put in her place,” George added with a firm nod of his head.
“We thought so too,” Draco told them quietly. “She's already got it in for us so we're trying to stay out of the line of fire and not make it worse. This, though, isn't right either. I think the only reason she's going after Granger is because she gets better grades.”
“Probably,” Fred nodded. Glancing at his twin, he then said, “It's best you firsties move along so you don't see anything that could incriminate anyone.”
“Yeah, let us take it from here. We'll get her to back off or she's going to have all kinds of problems she doesn't want,” George told them.
Taking that for what it was, Draco nodded then jerked his head towards the library. “Let's get out of here.” Grinning at Fred and George, he said, “Have fun!” Then the three of them headed to the library to work on an essay.
Standing there, watching Parkinson bully Granger and Longbottom, George said, “I think we need to do something that has a lasting impact, don't you?”
“Oh, yes,” Fred agreed with a nod. “Perhaps some colored pimples the spell out the word bully every time she starts.”
“I believe, dear brother, that's a magnificent idea,” George told him, straightening up. “You have the spell, I take it?”
“I do,” Fred told him, readying his wand. “You change their hair color. I'll get Parkinson with the Bully spell and the other two with the Goon one.”
“Let's do this,” George said, wand ready.

Sitting in the library, working on the essay for History, Draco stiffened up as he saw Longbottom and Granger coming their way. The two actually looked relieved so he didn't think there was anything wrong here. It was always good to be on your toes when dealing with people from other houses though.
Stepping up to the table then looking around, Hermione said to the three, keeping her voice down, “Neville and I wanted to say thank you for getting Fred and George. Parkinson just won't leave us alone.”
“It's best to get your own house involved there,” Draco told her, relaxing. “Just ignore her. She's only mad that you're doing better in class than she is. That's all it is. Crabbe and Goyle are mindless minions that just follow whatever she says. Between the two of them, they don't have enough brain power to muster an original thought.”
Taking a seat across from them with Neville sitting down beside her nervously, she sighed, “I figured as much. I've dealt with her kind before. She's just a little nastier than most.” Shaking her head, Hermione slouched.
“That's probably because her dad is mad at her over the sorting and other things,” Blaise grinned. “She wanted to be in Slytherin so she could get in good with Draco. If she managed that, her dad could get in good with Draco's dad. It didn't happen. That and Draco wants nothing to do with her. She's tried everything she can think of with him and it's not working, so she's getting angry. That anger is being taken out on everyone at this point. You two are just an easy target,” Blaise shrugged.
“Just ignore her, don't engage and move on,” Draco suggested with a shake of his head.
“We're trying, but she makes it very rough,” Hermione admitted, sighing. “Fred and George said they'll keep an eye on them for us and see what they can do.”
“Let 'em. They know what they're doing. Parkinson, if she's smart, won't take those two on. She can't win there and has to know it,” Ron grinned. “Just listen to what they say and stay out of the way so you don't get caught in whatever. You might want to vanish if she starts something so you can't be asked about it. With those two, you never know what they might be planning.”
Taking that as good advice, Hermione looked at Neville, who was nodding as well, then began to ask about Harry.
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