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À Tout le Monde (Set Me Free)	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 74217 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

Chapter 25

If Lucius thought his life couldn't get any worse, he had been sadly mistaken. What he had heard from Gringotts and his Solicitor was bad enough. Hell, it was enough to make him want to drink and his gut to feel like there was Fiendfyre in it. Now, though, he realized it could get a whole lot worse. Not only was it worse, but he was in a position he sure as hell didn't want to be in; somewhere between the proverbial rock and a hard place with none of the options open to him pleasant ones.
Honestly? He wasn't all that sure what happened, though he had a good guess as to how it came about. And he was kicking himself for not stepping in before it took place. Though he hadn't noticed the Weasleys and Granger, he should have. Then he should have stopped Draco before he could do anything rash. Coming out from the meeting, he should have put a tether on his son so he would stay close and not end up being tempted into doing something completely foolish. With as much stress as all of them were under and how their world had been turned upside down, he should have realized he needed to keep a closer watch on his son. And he hadn't.
Now he had a nightmare to deal with, all there was to the situation.
First, as anyone would expect after seeing Draco taken away by two Aurors, he was plenty upset. Even worse, at least in his mind, was one of them was Narcissa's niece and the heir to the House of Black. While it was doubtful that particular scenario was set up, it rankled.
Second, again, as anyone would expect, Narcissa was beside herself over what happened. Which meant he not only had to get his wife calmed down, but summon their Solicitor then start taking action. As he wanted this tended to quickly, and the right way, it meant they had to wait a couple minutes for the man to arrive. And that led to the third problem on the list, the biggest of all of them.
When they arrived at the Ministry, they had to dance through the usual hassle to see a 'prisoner', including spells, leave their wands, all of it. While their Solicitor was with them, it wasn't an advantage that sped up the process any at all. In fact, it just seemed to take forever to finally be allowed into the section where they dealt with such issues. As they went in, he hoped there was some wiggle room in the act Rufus put into place that would allow him to retrieve his son. Of course, he was well aware of what was said in the papers and how it was spelled out, but, because of Draco's age, he thought they could wiggle something when it came to the mess. And he was wrong. Very wrong. Not only was he dead wrong, but it was worse than he thought.
By the time they finally managed to arrive at the holding area, he learned the horrifying truth that Draco was already in Azkaban. Because two Aurors and others were around, giving sworn statements about what was said, his son was tossed into Azkaban to await the end of the war. And there was nothing, anywhere, anyone could do to get him out. Rufus himself came down and listened in, pointing out he had made the order clear to everyone. His son had made a huge mistake and was now in prison for it. The mere thought was enough to drive the normally stoic Narcissa to a fit of hysterical tears. He, himself, was pale and shaken in a way he hadn't been in a long time. While the Dementors were gone from the prison, he knew quite well what it was like. The assurances that because of Draco's age he would be kept away from other prisoners did little to alleviate the sick feeling in his stomach.
As of now, they were back at the Manor, waiting on a missive from his Solicitor. He wasn't sure what the man could pull off, but he hoped there was something that could deliver his son from that hellhole.
After a large drink of his brandy, something that was finally calming the tremors in his hands, at least a little, he stared at the table, wondering what to do. For the first time in his life, he didn't know. The normal channels weren't working, he had no leverage, nothing. He had to wait like everyone else did when someone close found themselves afoul of the law. And that rankled.

Over the years, Draco had grown complacent about many things in his life. While he sometimes received a mild chastisement in the form of a detention at school for his actions, harsher punishment never came because of his father. Until the last year. Then it grew worse. What came from the mess at school angered him, there was no doubt about it, but he could handle it. He just vowed revenge at some point.
At home, he had received some minor restrictions over his time for getting into something or other, but it was never overly harsh. His parents weren't the sort to resort to such lengths. In fact, the worst he had ever received was what happened at school. In hindsight, he would admit that he probably went a tad overboard at school, then after with some of what happened, because he just didn't know how to handle it. Coupled with what happened the last couple of days and he wasn't in the best frame of mind, thus him shunting aside so much of what he was told and reverting back. Somewhere in him he was also sure that no one would dare arrest him because of his father. After all, his father had clout, connections and plenty of other bits that almost made him above the law. He was wrong. Dead wrong.
Before he knew what happened, he was at the Ministry being fingerprinted and all manner of other degrading bits. Of course, he asked for his father. Well, demanded him, if the truth be told. It was then he learned just how bad this could end up. At least the first stirrings of it.
He was told, plainly, that because he was a legal adult, he wasn't entitled to have his father there. The only person he could have was his Solicitor. As would be expected, he demanded him, loudly. It was then he really began to panic because they seemed like they were taking their sweet time in getting the man. In the past, everyone would have been quite prompt about such matters.
Once his mugshot was taken and he went through the booking process, something that was causing panic when he figured out what it was, he began to demand to know what was going on. It was then he was told that they were following the decree in the paper. More panic began to set in as he was informed he was on his way to Azkaban without a trial to wait it out until the war was over, per the order in the paper.
By then, he was as fully panicked as he had ever reached, not sure what to do. Not only was he demanding his Solicitor, but trying to get those tending to the booking process to back down. Nothing was working. Nothing. He then tried distracting them.
Since stalling wasn't effective, he tried for distraction. This is where the insult to injury came in.
He noticed from the time he was whisked off, everyone was calling him by his first name, not the normal formal title of Mr. Malfoy. As that was common courtesy afforded to even the lowliest of common criminals, he demanded they do the same. They refused. And the reason for the refusal came like a slap in the face. Because he was officially a bastard child, they couldn't use the Malfoy name until he had the standard blood tests to prove that Lucius was his father. It didn't matter that everyone knew he was the real heir, he had to prove it. Even worse was because his mother was thrown out of the House of Black, he couldn't claim that last name either. So, for now, he was just Draco. Until that blood test was done, he couldn't claim a last name. It was then that he was not only enraged, but feeling slightly hopeless. His whole world was crashing down around him and everything that normally worked wasn't. He didn't know what to do!
After all that, as they finished the booking process, he expected he would be allowed to wait for his Solicitor. Doing that would buy them all time to figure out a loophole and his parents could get him out of the mess he found himself in. Again, he was wrong. Oh so very wrong.
Rather than wait for his Solicitor, he found himself whisked away to Azkaban. Once there, he was humiliated further by a strip search and the normal orientation session for prisoners, his clothes taken and him issued the prison jumpsuit, all of it. Then, because of his age, something he was told with evil chuckles from the guards there, he was sent to a cell on the upper levels, far away from the normal prisoners. Honestly? He didn't know if that was better or worse! Sure, he feared what some might do to him, especially since there were several that had a vendetta against his father or just flat out had problems, but he was on a floor all by himself. The only things he heard were the slamming of doors and the sounds of waves crashing onto the rocks of the island. Though he hadn't been here long, it was already making him mental. The only time he heard voices was when one of the guards opened the door to the cellblock and came to check on him. Other times there was nothing beyond those sounds. And that was even worse.
He paced for what seemed like an eternity, hoping something would give and his father would find a way to get him out, but it didn't appear like it was coming soon. Like in the past, he was sure they would find a way, but it would take time. So, he steeled himself for a wait. Inside, though, he was whimpering like a child. This was the worst mess he had ever found himself in and the normal hadn't worked. Now he didn't know what to do. He really didn't. And he thought he would lose his mind over it.
Draco took a few more laps around his tiny cell, refusing to look out the small window there then plopped on what they termed a bed. It sure wasn't what he called a bed! Just a thin mattress over a metal frame, nothing more. There was a rough blanket that not only looked filthy, but moth eaten over it. Even sitting on the ramshackle bunk made him cringe, but there wasn't much else in the room. It was sparse, with only a loo, sink and a small table fastened to the wall with a chair pushed up to it. Nothing else. He had no idea how he was going to shower, change, anything. They might have mentioned what to expect, but he didn't hear it in the dawning horror of what he was in for. Which meant he didn't know what to expect on anything or the most basic of schedules.
For a time, he listened to the waves crash on the rocks, trying to distract himself, but he couldn't manage it for long. Instead, his thoughts were drawn back into the mess he was in. Oh, Merlin! How was he going to get out of this? There was no chance he would survive until the end of the war in a place like this! Eyes sliding shut, his head hung forward as he clenched tightly onto the rough fabric of the jumpsuit he wore, knuckles white. Then, finally, the tears came. He remained silent, but they were tears.
What had he done?

Sirius was adored this! That's all there was to it. They had spent the day going through bits for the house, as they had talked about. At this time, he and Harry were out in the backyard, just stretched out on some chairs by a tiny decorative pond there, enjoying the sun. While the yard was about the same size as Grimmauld Place, it was much nicer, cleaned, the lawn taken care of and plenty out here to enjoy. It was wonderful!
With a soft groan, he turned slightly, keeping a hand on the sleeping Harry. Harry was sprawled out on a chair by him, breathing deeply, sound asleep with a tiny smile on his face. He hadn't seen this expression on his godson's face in a while, and didn't want to disturb him if he could at all manage.
Hand rubbing Harry's head, he glanced at the doorway to the house as he sat up just a tad. They had received almost a bombardment of owls in the last couple of hours, from plenty of people, so he was curious what was going on. He didn't expect it was anything that would have them in danger, but he wondered about it. After all, if they were going to start having problems, Remus would have come out to retrieve them right off. They hadn't heard anything, a good sign.
Well, honestly, he could assume what part of it was about, but was curious about the rest. It made him wonder if something else had happened that they didn't know about. Either way, if it wasn't an emergency of some kind, he wasn't going to worry about it much. They were out, safe and protected with very few knowing where this place was. That was all that mattered to him until they could get it back together completely. Even then—it was damned doubtful they would become involved again. Unlike before the Veil, a choice to engage affected all three of them and wasn't just personal. It was fine to make a choice for themselves, but if something happened, it would take the lives of the other two right along with the one that died. None of them had the right to make that choice for the three of them. It was one thing to get caught in a situation where you had to defend yourself, but a whole other to go out and end up involved. No, they were staying put. Even attending Order meetings was iffy and not in the foreseeable future.
When he heard the door open, he sat up more, though made sure to keep a hand on Harry. So far, Harry hadn't woken and he planned to let him sleep as long as he wanted. While he waited for Remus to come over and take a seat, he took a sip of the butterbeer that he had sitting there. “Anything we need to worry about?” He asked after Remus finally sat down with a soft groan on the other side of Harry.
“Nothing to concern ourselves with, no, but plenty of information,” Remus sighed, putting a hand on Harry's back and rubbing it softly. “And it's information we need to know.” As Sirius motioned him to get on with it, he rattled off what he knew about Draco and all else that came with it. When he finished, he chuckled and shook his head, “He walked right into what they wanted.”
“Didn't take long either,” Sirius snorted, grinning as he took another drink. “Shouldn't have come as a surprise that he did, to anyone. He's not exactly known for keeping his yap shut.”
“Very true,” Remus conceded with a nod. “Which means the leverage is in place to push Lucius. Everyone needs something when it comes to what he knows and this might jar loose enough that Rufus can use it to end the war. While I find it distasteful Draco is in that awful prison--” Remus started, but was cut off.
“And he was warned, clearly, what would happen if he kept going,” Sirius grunted, shaking his head. “It was in the paper clear as day. He's like plenty of others in that he didn't think he would get caught or that Lucius could bail him out again. So, he was wrong and he now gets to pay. Maybe a stint in that place will straighten him up.” With a sour look, he added, quietly, “It's not like he is innocent of what they chucked him in there for. He did it, in front of witnesses. My guess is he didn't think anyone would have the balls to try with him. Well, he was wrong. He's not above the same laws as the rest of us, Remus.”
“True,” Remus sighed softly, knowing what his lover went through was still a major sore spot with him. “He does have only himself to blame.”
“He does,” Sirius reiterated. “I'm damned sure Lucius tried to get that through his thick skull as well with all that's gone on. Rufus isn't Fudge and Lucius can't do his dance with him. Hell, Rufus fired him. No one would have ever had the gall to try that before.”
“Again, a true assessment,” Remus nodded. Though he didn't like the thought of Draco rotting in that awful place, he understood why. It was just distasteful to him. Instead of arguing his point, as it wouldn't really add anything to the discussion and he wouldn't win, he pressed on to the related topic, “There is a letter from your Solicitor you need to tend to. It relates, of course. Lucius has put out feelers to see what you will wiggle on. As he's aware of what Rufus wants added in, something he knows will give Lucius hope for getting Draco out, he wants your approval to put off any first meeting until tomorrow.”
“Make the posh prats squirm,” Sirius chuckled, grinning ferally. “I don't have a problem with it. Yeah, when Harry wakes up, I'll tend to it. This is one I'll let him handle how he sees fit. He knows what I want done, so he'll take it on. The bit with Rufus—that's between him and Lucius. Makes no nevermind to me.”
“The best way to tackle the situation,” Remus nodded, smiling a little himself. “Rufus knows what he's doing. Trust in that.”
“He knows what he can get out of it as well,” Sirius agreed. “I'll stay out of it and tell him to tend to this how he sees fit. That's it for our involvement in any of it. The rest—it's a done deal. There will be no negotiations. The paperwork is filed and going through, all we need to concern ourselves with.”
“Something we'll let happen,” Remus nodded with a smile. Then he sobered up and added, “We'll just have to keep watch better. I'm sure I don't need to explain what could come of this, Sirius. Bella alone will cause major issues. And she'll want revenge.”
“That was a given going in,” Sirius snorted, shaking his head. “She's going to learn, fast, that she might need to concern herself with other areas. Especially if Rufus manages to get Lucius to sing. He can give up plenty that will have that whole side scrambling for cover. She needs to worry about herself more than she does me. We'll just take special care to protect ourselves. For now? Not a problem. We're not going anywhere and are as safe as we can get. Even if that evil arse takes Gringotts, something he might try with the loss of funds, he can't find our address. That’s all that matters in the end.”
“Very true,” Remus smiled, relaxing back with a sigh. “We'll just keep watch to make sure. So far no one but us knows where this place is. If others come over, we may have to worry about someone managing to get it out of them or betrayal, but we don’t right now.”
“For now, we worry about what we're dealing with,” Sirius told him pointedly. “That's a bigger concern than anything else. As it settles, we'll work with Harry on defense. He's good, no doubt, but we can teach him plenty more. At some point he's probably going to need it as well, especially if this goes further south than it already has.”
“Not something I thought of either,” Remus sighed, shaking his head. After thinking it over, he added, “We may want to start out soon with it as well. The more of a foundation we have so he pulls out and can get back to where he was, the safer he's going to stay. He's through the worst, thankfully, but we need it to where he's back to as close to normal as we can get him so he can defend himself and not wait for us to tell him he can.”
“Another good reason, yeah,” Sirius nodded. “I say we start this week and do all we can. Not only will it help, probably more than we realize, with all we're dealing with, but give us something to do. Work up something so we have time set aside for it each day,” Sirius told him, pleased they had thought of it.
As he softly stroked Harry's head, Remus smiled. While he missed the sex, and the teasing that came along with it over his predilections, all he really wanted was to have Harry back. He could easily do without the physical aspect for as long as it took, and would. Without a hardship as well. No, all he wanted was the Harry they remembered back as close to normal as they could get. It was coming, thankfully, but not fully there yet. And he wasn't going to push any further than they already were. It was moving along nicely, so he was content to let it go on.
With a soft sigh, he relaxed in his chair then smiled. “It is rather nice out here, isn't it? They did a wonderful job and the wards are keeping the noise out. As this is a very busy area, that is ever so nice. From what I could tell, it's busy at all hours of the day and night.”
“It is,” Sirius agreed, eyes sliding shut as he relaxed once more. While he did have to tend to the letter from his Solicitor, it could wait. There was no big rush on it. Some time to relax out here where it felt good came first. For once, they could take their time when it came to almost everything for a while. Nothing pressing, aside from correspondence about whatever, was needed. Even the owls could generally wait as there wasn't bound to be an emergency of any kind. So, they were in a place where they had all the time in the world and could spend it together. Good. They had wanted that for so long and now had it.
Sure, there were bits to work on, like with Harry, but there was no hurry. The worst was over and they could allow it to progress how it wanted. Even then, it was more just allowing it to happen rather than pressing it. Even better.
Smiling as a soft breeze blew against his face, Sirius gave a contented sigh. This was so much better and he loved it.
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