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Meddling with Darkness	By : zoy_grey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 32789 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own nor make profit off of JK Rowling's world of Harry Potter, the characters or the timeline. Though I do own the plot that I came up with in this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: Finally the next chapter ;) I honestly want to apologize to everyone who was reading this story for such a unbelievably long break in updating, but it was a really busy and difficult year. Anyway, I do intend to continue this story, because I really have fun writing it. So hopefully you'll enjoy this new chapter and I'm pretty excited to finish the next one too, because some major events are coming up ;)
Chapter 25
Voldemort dismissed a group of younger Death Eaters and stormed out of the meeting room. Recently everything was going according to his expectations when it came to gaining more influence inside the Ministry. Lately, he tried to keep his more influential followers on a distance so that their work inside the Ministry couldn’t be related and directly traced back to him. Because of that, he related more on the younger generation of his supporters, such as the Rowles. He gave them mission of discreetly spreading rumours about Fudge and Dumbledore losing control over their co-workers and the situation in general. However, the Dark Lord knew such actions alone, weren’t enough to get rid of the two annoying wizards. He needed more demeaning and incriminating revelations, especially regarding Albus Dumbledore.
The moment he walked through the protection wards surrounding his and Regulus’ part of the castle, his mood changed drastically. Whenever he walked down the corridors of the private wing of the building he felt like he was in a different place and he couldn’t care less about the rest of the world. This was his sanctuary where he could enjoy his freedom and happiness of having a family. It meant a great deal to him that he was finally going to have a family that he never had when he was younger. He thought power and revenge on the wizarding world would be the best compensation for all the miserable years spent in the orphanage, but it all changed when he met Regulus. Younger of the Black brothers had the audacity to get close to him and flirt with him.
The wizard got rid of his creepy glamour and fought back a laugh, remembering the time when he started having odd feelings about the younger wizard. He, the terrifying Dark Lord, was helpless when it came to fighting off Regulus’ flirtatious attempts. Tom smirked thinking of the time he finally gave up and allowed himself to open to the younger wizard.
“And now I’m going to have a child with that walking temptation called my husband,” the wizard commented to himself and walked into the master bedroom.
“You’re already done with the meetings?” asked Regulus while closing the book he was reading. He was sitting on some pillows in a bay window; his white shirt was half open, revealing his nicely muscled chest; a long, warm, black vest was loosely draped on his shoulders and its ends were falling to the floor. “Why are you looking at me like this? I am dressed warm enough…I even lit up the fireplace.”
“You’re just proving my point,” smirked the older wizard and walked over to where his husband was sitting.
“And what does that mean?”
“That you’re my biggest weakness and you’re going to be the death of me,” the man sat next to him, wrapped his arms around him, and whispered into his ear.
“Well hopefully that won’t come true,” smiled Regulus and rested his head on Tom’s shoulder. “I need you after all.”
“Where have you been? I was looking for you in between my meetings, but couldn’t find you anywhere,” asked Voldemort enjoying the relaxing moment with his husband. Regulus however, remained silent and that made him suspicious. “Do tell me, what have you been up to when I wasn’t here to keep an eye on you.”
“Not much…just a little bit of renovating…” the younger wizard started his explanation, but was immediately interrupted.
“I thought I made it clear that I don’t want you to force yourself,” said the older man with a stern look. “You know very well that your magic is weakened, because of the baby.”
“Tom,” said the younger man and set the book aside. “I would never endanger our child, but I can’t just sit here for over half a year and do nothing. It’s only beginning of the forth month and I’m not using any complicated or exhaustive spells. Besides, if we’re going to push forward with this orphanage and school project, we can’t waste any more time. We need many, many people to prepare the entire administration, structure and buildings.”
The older wizard smirked just thinking about how Regulus was able to do whatever he wanted and somehow he couldn’t stay angry at him for a long time. He wrapped his arms around his husband and rested hands on Regulus’ stomach. Younger man was right – at this stage, he wasn’t showing yet, but Tom knew his husband’s body very well, and he could tell that the normally muscled abdomen was slightly swelling up.
“No need to worry about it,” informed him calmly Voldemort. “I’ve already met with a group of Squibs, who could help us organise an efficient system of keeping track of magical children in the Muggle world.”
“You? You met with Squibs?” Regulus nearly gaped at his husband.
“Instead of gawking at me and sneaking out to renovate other parts of the castle, I’d prefer you to start thinking about the room for our baby,” said Tom and reached out for the book, Regulus was reading earlier. “Now…let’s see what you’re reading.”
One February morning Orion walked into the great Hall to eat breakfast as usual; he was hoping to meet with his friends, but he was surprised to see there was only Ron arguing with Seamus about something.
Black sighed heavily, not eager to hear another conspiracy theory of Seamus, but he headed towards the Gryffindor table. He said a quick good morning to Ron and caught a glimpse of the article in the Daily Prophet, the teens were discussing – it was an article about some big enterprise being pushed forward in the Ministry by some unknown wizard.
‘Seems like the gossip about our plans has already spread’, Orion smiled to himself and looked again at Ron and Seamus, deep in their conversation.
“Good morning, Orion”, Ginny’s voice got him out of his thoughts. He smiled to the girl, thankful he wouldn’t be dragged into the discussion about the newspaper article.
“Morning Ginny. I thought Hermione was with you,” he said genuinely surprised that the two of them weren’t together.
“Professor McGonagall called her to her office early in the morning…it’s about her family as far as I’ve heard”, told him Ginny and grinned widely when she spotted Hermione standing in the doorway. “Look, she’s already here…and judging by the smile on her face, she has some amazing news.”
Ginny was correct and in mere seconds, Hermione Granger, happy as never before, joined them at the table. With one, swift move she got rid of the Daily Prophet and caught the other boys’ attention.
“Good morning everyone,” she said nearly singing.
“What got you in such a cheerful mood?” asked Ron amused by the witch’s behaviour.
“Everyone…please meet my baby sister,” she announced proudly and placed on the table a magical, moving photo of a new born baby. “Chloe Granger.”
“Aw, she’s adorable Hermione,” Ginny squealed with joy and snatched the picture to get a better look.
From there on, the girls were completely in a different world. Even Ron didn’t bother to interrupt their session of relishing in how adorable Hermione’s sister was. Orion, on the other hand, could very well understand their reaction, even though he wasn’t as excited as the youngest Weasley. There were times when Orion wondered if it was even possible for him to have siblings. For over four years he watched the Weasleys and envied Ron for having siblings; he thought it would have been great to be an older brother, but with his complicated family situation, he’d probably remain a single child. On the other hand, he had Draco, who was also a single child and didn’t complain about it.
‘I’m lucky to have my aunts and uncles alive…my dad and…’ he stopped his train of thoughts midsentence when his gaze landed on the stern-looking potions master sitting at the teachers’ table. Orion subconsciously smiled to himself, realising how much he warmed up to the said professor. ‘I’m lucky to have my parents alive and by my side.’
One late February evening, Andromeda showed up in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place. She wasn’t surprised to find Remus there, who has been Sirius’ guest for the last couple of months. Normally, the witch would be excited to see her potential son-in-law, but today she was in a hurry; a hurry to speak with Sirius, before the wizard left for his usual guarding routine at the Hall of Prophecies, on which Dumbledore still insisted.
“I’m guessing you’re here to see your cousin,” smiled and asked Remus politely, seeing how the older witch quickly scanned the room, searching for someone.
“Yes…did he leave already?” she asked a bit worried and annoyed at the same time. She has found out something very disturbing that made her doubt Albus even more and she needed to share that knowledge with Sirius. Andromeda was very close to admitting that she might have chosen the wrong side during the last war, but she wasn’t about to admit it yet to her sisters. Sirius, however, was a different matter; her cousin could help her figure out the meaning of this new revelation.
“He’s in the bathroom upstairs,” answered the man and sighed resigned. “Maybe you’ll succeed and talk him out of going to the Ministry before Diggle comes here to pick him up.”
“We’ll see, but I doubt anyone apart from Orion could succeed in doing so,” said the witch and headed upstairs.
It didn’t take her long to find her cousin. The disturbing sounds of sickness led her right to the bathroom near the master bedroom. For the last two or so weeks Sirius hasn’t been feeling very well. At the beginning it wasn’t anything alarming; occasional throwing-up could be blamed on some food poisoning, but the last few days it has become worse and even other members of the Order started noticing it.
“I suppose it’s not your best day,” she greeted him as soon as the bathroom door opened and an exhausted Sirius showed up in the doorway.
“I’ve don’t better…but it will pass,” said the man, but didn’t sound very convincing. “What brings you here?”
“I wanted to ask for your help, but when you’re in this condition I don’t think I should ask for that…Severus would probably hex me if I endangered you,” she added in a hushed voice.
Black stood there dumbstruck, analysing what just happened and what he should do now, but it seemed he had no other choice, but to be honest with Andromeda. “So you know…but how? How did you find out?”
The witch smiled apologetically to him and said, “Forgive me, I didn’t mean to eavesdrop…and I didn’t tell anyone either. When Orion was in St. Mungo’s, one night I just wanted to check on him and you, but you weren’t alone…that’s how I found out about your marriage.”
“Andromeda, it’s fine,” Sirius patted her on the shoulder after he processed the information. “It’s no big secret really and I don’t intend to hide it…we’re simply waiting for Orion to feel comfortable with the situation.”
“Does the Order know?”
“No…they are probably going to suspect me of working against all the good wizarding folks, when they find out, but there isn’t much I can do to prevent that.”
“So…when you got married…you knew Severus was,” she paused.
“A Death Eater? Yes, I knew. Just like I knew half of our family was,” answered the wizard after casting a privacy charm. “That was the most difficult time in my life, Andy…our family knew I wouldn’t join Voldemort, so they gave me the luxury to stay neutral…they even allowed me to join the Order to keep an eye on the safety of my friends…but when one day, Albus asked straight forward to help him find evidence for the Ministry that Regulus was a Death Eater…I couldn’t do it. I knew that deep inside our family consists of good witches and wizards…I prefer to believe they had reasons to join Voldemort. And frankly speaking, now I know that Albus is not a saint himself.”
For a longer moment Andromeda stood in the corridor and blankly stared in the air. Part of her wanted to accuse Sirius for being passive when their family did Voldemort’s bidding, but an even bigger part of her, still loved her family and also preferred to believe there was a reason as to why her family supported the dark wizard. She needed more time to process what she just heard, but that would have to wait, because she could already hear Diggle talking with Remus downstairs.
“Let’s leave this conversation for another time…but now I need to tell you something about Albus. This might not be important at all or it could be a crucial information to understand why Dumbledore is pushing some of his plans forward, even though they don’t seem to be logical.”
“What is it?” asked excited Black, who was only waiting for an opportunity to crush the Headmaster and his reputation.
“I was visiting a friend in Godric’s Hollow and I’ve met Bathilda Bagshot. She was acting very strange, which isn’t surprising in her age, but she mentioned that Albus knew her nephew, when he was younger. She kept talking about how wonderful, bright minds they had and suddenly she went into a small hysteria. She shouted that the Ministry tricked her and took some memories of hers and they used it to ruin her nephew. At first I was just nodding and smiling politely, but when I got home I just had to check who is her nephew.”
“And did you find out?” asked Sirius and when the witch nodded he rushed her to tell him. “So who is this remarkable nephew of hers?”
“Gellert Grindelwald.”
“There you are,” Remus’ voice caught their attention. “Sirius, if not for me, then do it for Kreacher…come down and tell Dedalus you’re not going with him to the Ministry, or he is going to stay in your kitchen all night.”
Black smile to his friend and turned towards Andromeda. He didn’t feel well, but this new revelation about Dumbledore gave him energy and motivation to go on yet another night patrol in the Ministry.
“Don’t worry about me Andromeda. I’ll be fine,” he said and pulled his cousin in a tight embrace. “This should stay a secret until we know more what Albus has to do with it…and if the Ministry took some secret memories from Bathilda, then it’s very likely they are somewhere in the Department of Mysteries.”
Sirius never paid much attention to the night patrols in the Hall of Prophecies. He knew perfectly well that neither that particular prophecy they were supposed to guard was real nor any Death Eater was interested in obtaining it. He agreed to take part in those patrols merely to keep up appearances; and while all the other members of the Order were focusing on protecting the prophecy, he was more concerned about hiding himself fast enough in case of an ambush, so that no one has a proof of him participating in Albus’ schemes. Today however, he found it difficult to focus on this one simple goal; the reason was that he truly felt horrible the last few days, but he didn’t want to worry Orion, Severus or Remus, so he forced himself to join Dedalus on the patrol. Now, he already knew that was a bad decision. With every passing minute he felt worse and wanted nothing more than to go back home. If that wasn’t enough, there was this bad feeling he was getting in his guts; Sirius couldn’t explain it, but something was bothering him; as if big changes were awaiting him and his loved ones soon.
When he finally got out of his thoughts, Black noticed the dead silence in the Hall. That part of the Ministry was usually very quiet, but on every patrol he was on so far, he could hear the other Order members’ footsteps every now and then, but not this time. He waited a few more minutes and listened, but he still couldn’t hear anything.
‘Either Dedalus went to a different chamber in the Department, or someone attacked him,’ he thought and automatically took out his wand.
Black moved towards west end of the Hall with his wand ready in case someone tried to attack him. He tried to walk as quietly as possible while still looking everywhere around to find Diggle. Just when he was about to take a turn and walk between the next two rows of shelves with prophecies, he spotted Dedalus hiding from a group of five aurors, who also patrolled the Hall that night.
The last couple of weeks, the aurors made it their point of honour to find out who was roaming through the Department of Mysteries at night, but thankfully, the Order had its members among aurors. However, the problem remained that if someone from the Order got caught by the aurors, neither Tonks nor Shacklebolt could let them go without consequences. Unfortunately for Dedalus, that was about to happen. From where he was right now, he had no chance to hide better or to flee unnoticed.
Left with no other choice, Sirius cast a simple glamour on himself, just so he wouldn’t be recognized and leaped right in front of the aurors, hitting two of them with a stunning spell. Still feeling horrible, with another wave of nausea coming, he ran as fast as he could to the other end of the hall, giving Diggle enough time to hide himself.
Sirius ran without even looking back; he knew he hit two aurors and spared Tonks and Kingsley, which meant, he had to worry only about one auror chasing him. After a while he had to turn right and take a breath when all of a sudden he felt so bad it took all of his energy not to throw up on the floor.
“Are you alright?” he heard a worried whisper right next to him and a gentle female hand landing on his shoulder. He looked back to see concern in Nymphadora’s eyes, but he quickly nodded and smiled reassuringly. “I’m sorry Sirius, but you can’t stay here.”
The witch nervously looked around and when she spotted big wooden door nearby, she smiled and helped Black walk to them.
“Go in there, hide and wait for me,” she explained. “No one will look for you there so you have nothing to worry. I’ll keep them distracted…Just please don’t touch anything in there…who knows what things Unspeakables are working on in there.”
Not having any other option, Sirius listened to Tonks and entered a dark, unfamiliar chamber. The place was truly odd – dark, foggy and there was only one suspicious gate in the centre of the room. The surroundings didn’t make him feel any better so he kept on walking until he reached the opposite end of the chamber and found another door.
He took the risk and entered yet another chamber, although this one was completely different – there were dozens of cauldrons with some gold, red and pink bubbling potions in them, and a sweet scent was filling the entire room. Black wasn’t certain, but this all looked like some sort of love potions to him. He hoped that just standing there wouldn’t affect him in any way, but it certainly made him feel less dizzy.
“Wonder if they have something that would help for my nausea,” he wondered while examining everything there was in the chamber.
When he thought he was almost done inspecting the chamber, his gaze landed on something odd; something that didn’t quite fit the rest of the objects in the room. In one of the corners of the chamber stood especially big desk filled with documents, files and notes. Next to it floated a rather large pensive and many small, crystal bottles filled with what looked like memories.
Sirius took one more look at the papers on the desk and spotted the name of Bathilda Bagshot. “Andromeda mentioned her today…and something about Grindelwald.”
Not thinking much about the consequences, Black checked one more time if he was alone in the chamber and right after that he leaned forward above the pensive and allowed it to show him Bathilda’s memories.
Sirius found himself on a hill, on some sunny, supposedly summer day. In the distance he recognized Godric’s Hollow, although there was something different about the village; it seemed smaller than he remembered it.
In that moment, he noticed an older witch, who he thought might be Bathilda Bagshot. She walked by him and headed towards a small lake, down the hill. Black followed her in a safe distance, even though the witch couldn’t see him. Bathilda stopped abruptly and hid behind a tree, obviously spying on someone.
Curious beyond explaining, Sirius walked closer to see what was so interesting and he stopped shocked. There, by the lake, sat young Gellert Grindelwald. One of the most powerful dark wizards of their times was peacefully sitting by the lake and chatting with someone. Black couldn’t see well or hear much of the other person, but judging by the way that person was dressed it was also some young wizard around Grindelwald’s age.
“They seem very close…” said Sirius to himself when he noticed the scene before him getting awfully lovey-dovey. He had experience and he could recognize two wizards in love when he had them in front of his eyes. “If only I could get a bit closer to hear what they are talking about.”
Unfortunately for Black, the memory has ended at that moment. Everything shifted around him and the next thing he knew was him standing inside a nice, small house filled with thousands of books. He walked into what seemed like a small drawing room. Bathilda was sitting by the table, writing a letter and humming some cheerful melody. Sirius looked over her shoulder to take a peek at the content of the letter. He was about to ready more details about Grindelwald’s happy summer in Godric’s Hollow and meeting his future husband, when all of a sudden the letter burst into flames. Both Black and the witch turned around surprised and met Grindelwald’s angry look.
“Why would you do that Gellert?” asked the witch completely baffled. “I was writing to your parents. They deserve to know you found happiness here.”
“Lies,” he said in an icy voice. “That’s what you’re writing to them…lies.”
“But you love him…and he loves you,” protested the witch. “I can see it in the way he looks at you, like…like he’d do anything for you.”
“Maybe he would,” Grindelwald smirked maliciously, “but I don’t need anyone’s love or any other warm feelings.”
Sirius watched the young wizard closely and he couldn’t quite tell if what Grindelwald just said was true or was it just anger. One thing was certain, he wasn’t going to be able to forget that look on Grindelwald’s face anytime soon.
The memory ended and everything started moving around him again, making him feel sick once more. He wanted to stop the memories already and catch a breath, but something was keeping him inside of these memories. Now, he could only hope there weren’t many of them left.
Once more, he was in Bathilda’s house; more precisely, in someone’s bedroom. The lights were out and a window was open. By that window, hiding behind a curtain was the older witch and eavesdropping on some conversation that was going on outside the house. Black didn’t want to waste this chance, so he walked over to the window and once again saw young Grindelwald and the teen wizard from before. He still couldn’t quite recognize that person, since the wizard was standing in the shadows.
“I’m sorry for what happened yesterday…that really wasn’t my intention,” started Grindelwald.
“I know, Gellert,” said the other teen and grabbed Grindelwald’s hand in his own.
“Let me finish. I wanted for us to be together. To make the wizarding world a better place, just like we talked about it,” he stopped and reached for something into his pocket. “I know you need more time to figure things out with your brother and about us being together. I can’t stay here and wait until that happens, but I will welcome you when you’re ready.”
Black had to try hard to see what was going on, but he could clearly see it now – Grindelwald gave the other wizard a ring; a very elaborately decorated silver signet-ring with an onyx stone in the middle.
“You don’t have to decide now, but please take this ring…it doesn’t oblige you to anything. Sort out what you need and then decide. If you still want to be with me, share my dreams and make them come true, then keep it. As long as you have it, I will know that you still believe that we can change the wizarding world. So do whatever needs to be done…for the greater good.”
Black stood dumbstruck and watched the unknown wizard take the ring and kiss Grindelwald. He had a million questions running through his head, but the biggest one was if he really had just found out the identity of Grindelwald’s lover?
The world around him started jumping and shifting again, and the nausea hit him hard this time. He could barely stand and even though he tried hard to stay conscious, the last thing he remembered was falling on the ground and nothing after that.
Sirius didn’t know what was going on around him. He didn’t even remember falling asleep, yet he found himself in a not very comfortable single bed. His vision was blurry and he blinked rapidly to force his eyes to get used to the dim light in the room faster. In general, he felt awful; as if he woke up after a really long and tiring day and he was still feeling tired. The most annoying part was the irritating sound in his ears that muffled all the sounds coming from around him, as if he was locked in some kind of a glass bubble. He was certain he was hearing quite a few voices coming from outside of the room, but he couldn’t make anything out of what was being said. He rubbed his ears in hopes it would somehow help him regain his hearing and it did, but only a little bit.
“Master Sirius…master Sirius,” he heard someone calling him in a hushed, yet annoyed voice.
The wizard looked around him and finally spotted his house elf nervously glancing at him and the door to the room. It took Sirius only one look at the elf to know he has been trying to wake him up for a while now. “Kreacher? Where are we?...and what’s going on here?”
“Master Sirius must hurry. Master is in danger,” said the elf and handed him the clothes he was wearing when he went to the Department of Mysteries the other day.
Suddenly, Black froze when he realized what might have happened. The last thing he remembered was running away from the Aurors, discovering Bathilda’s memories and then passing out. He couldn’t remember anything after that. If he was lucky, his friends from the Order found him and took him to safety, but in worse case, he got discovered by some Aurors.
“Where am I and how long have I been here?” Sirius whispered to Kreacher just like the elf has been doing up until now. Even though he needed those answers, he obediently took clothes from the elf and quickly started getting dressed.
“Master didn’t come back from the Ministry. The werewolf worried. There was floo call that something bad happened to master, so werewolf left to see master Sirius,” it annoyed Black whenever Kreacher referred to Remus as werewolf, but he would let it slide for now. He still needed to know where he was and what exactly happened to him. “Kreacher heard master is in the Order’s hideout, so Kreacher came here.”
“So this it Mould-on-the-Wold,” Sirius said to himself and finished getting dressed. He could clearly hear the conversations outside of the room now. He recognized Remus and a few other members of the Order. Normally, he wouldn’t see any reason to run away from them, but then he heard two voices he didn’t want to hear – Moody and Dumbledore. “Albus is here.”
“Headmaster and Mad-Eye want to ask master questions and check his health,” explained the elf.
Immediately, Sirius felt grateful to Kreacher as he never was before in his life. He wasn’t feeling very well and he wasn’t certain he’d be able to resist those two wizards if they tried any Legilimency on him. He wasn’t sure how much of what he found out from Bathilda’s memories could he reveal to the Order, and Dumbledore especially. But more than anything, Sirius was reluctant to let anyone near him, especially in his current state. He knew that his friends would probably blame his recent sicknesses on some curse or other secret spell that influenced him in the Department of Mysteries, but Black knew perfectly well where his sickness was coming from and that no curse had anything to do with it. Sirius knew, he should have stayed at Grimmauld Place rather than rush into the Ministry in his state, but he couldn’t turn back time; now, the only thing that ran through his mind, was to get as far from Moody, Albus and their ‘medical check-ups’ on him, as far as possible.
“Kreacher can apparate master to Grimmauld Place,” offered the elf.
Sirius didn’t have to think much about it. He knew that by running away like this, the Order would get suspicious of him, maybe even accuse him of joining the purebloods and Voldemort, but he didn’t care about that right now; he didn’t have any other option. ‘If only Severus was here to help with the situation,’ ran through his head.
Exactly in that moment, the door to the room flew open and Remus walked inside. The wizard seemed confused seeing Sirius up and in the presence of his house elf, but he didn’t have much time to even say anything, because right after him Diggle, Dumbledore and Moody entered the room.
“It’s wonderful to see you are feeling better, my boy,” said Albus with a smile, but Sirius could see in his eyes, that he was suspicious of him and his actions. “We were all worried about you.”
“Tonks and I found you unconscious in the Love Chamber,” explained Diggle, who still seemed overwhelmed by everything that happened during their patrol in the Department of Mysteries. “You really should get yourself checked, Black. You weren’t feeling well even before yesterday and now you were completely out for almost a day. Maybe something suspicious hit you in one of those chambers there.”
Seeing how Moody was slowly trying to get closer to him, his hand already reaching for his wand, Sirius only shook his head, grabbed Kreacher’s hand and looked apologetically at Remus. “I can’t do this…I’m sorry Moony,” and after those words, he and Kreacher vanished.
Draco was relaxing in the Slytherin common room before his daily Prefect rounds. Recently, due to a very intense schedule of duelling trainings he was having with his fellow Slytherins he was constantly tired, but he didn’t let anyone see he was. Thankfully, other students were smart enough to realise he needed some relaxation between all of his classes and duties. Especially in the evenings, when he laid down with his enchanted notebook and wrote something; that was exactly the moment no one was allowed to interrupt him. Other Snakes had no idea what it was that he was writing, but for some reason he was smiling to himself while doing so; and getting really annoyed when someone dared to disturb him.
Pansy Parkinson and a few of her friends were sitting in the other end of the room and observing the blond. It was no secret to anyone from their House that she had a crush on Draco and already pictured herself as the future Mrs Malfoy.
“You don’t think he’s writing to some girl, are you?” asked Pansy when Draco smiled once more without taking his eyes off of the notebook.
“If anything, he is writing WITH someone,” answered Daphne Greengrass. “I noticed once that it’s an enchanted notebook and whenever he writes something, someone is writing him back.”
“That wasn’t very reassuring, Daphne,” commented Pansy.
“It was supposed to be realistic, not reassuring,” said Daphne a bit annoyed by Pansy constantly acting as if she had all the right to Draco, when in fact many of the Slytherin girls secretly had a crush on Malfoy. After all, Draco was the perfect candidate for a husband of every pureblood witch; not to mention that with every year he was getting more and more handsome, and all the Quidditch and duelling trainings allowed him to develop a bit of muscles; and ever since he started spending more time with Orion, he stopped being an arrogant brat and become more mature.
“Now that is going to end badly,” said Millicent when two second year girls approached the blond and interrupted him in his alone time. Immediately, they stopped their previous conversation and observed what will be the outcome. At first, they saw an annoyed look on the blond’s face, but the more the younger Snakes kept talking, a frown started to appear on Draco’s face. Seconds later, he thanked the girls, got up from the couch, and quickly headed towards the main door to the common room.
“How is that possible?” said Pansy indignant. “That’s the first time he didn’t snap at someone disturbing him…Draco! Draco, wait!”
The blond stopped immediately when he heard Pansy running his way. He didn’t have time to chat with her, but he knew she wouldn’t leave him alone, unless he talked with her.
“Where are you going in such a hurry? Isn’t it too early for our prefect rounds?” she asked.
“I have to take care of something first,” he answered and looked around them if no one was listening. “Mad-Eye and Dumbledore are plotting something…it’s about the Blacks. Right now Moody is guarding the Gryffindor Tower and Orion can’t even get out to help his father.”
“If you or Orion need any help and I can be of use then just tell me so,” Pansy offered, but Draco reacted strangely. His face became blank, he studied her for one good minute before he finally said something and his facial expression suggested he was at least annoyed with something she has said.
“Thank you Pansy, but there are things about Orion and his family I can’t reveal to you just yet. That’s why I have to take care of this myself,” he said and stormed out of the room. He knew he was being childish whenever he acted that way towards the teen witch, but he couldn’t help it; the burning rage and jealousy struck him every time Pansy showed interest in Orion. About a year ago, Draco would probably think that he could be jealous of someone being interested in Pansy and trying to steel his self-proclaimed girlfriend, but no he was mad that Pansy dared to be nice to Orion. That was unthinkable, because “Orion is mine! Even if he won’t end up with me, I will not give him away to Pansy!” he thought to himself.
As soon as he got out on the corridor, he marched to the potions master’s quarters. With the news from the two younger girls and confirmation from Orion that he hasn’t heard from Sirius for over three days, Draco had no other choice but to ask Severus for intervention. He didn’t pay much attention to students and ghosts passing him, he only focused on finding the older wizard fast enough.
When he finally arrived in front of his Head of House’s door he knocked on it, and didn’t have to wait long. A calm, reserved, yet a bit surprised potions master showed up in the doorway and after checking that no one has seen them, he opened the door wider and invited Draco inside.
“What’s the matter, Draco? You seem agitated about something,” asked Severus.
“Something bad has happened to uncle Sirius,” the teen said quickly. He shocked himself by how easily it was for him to switch from saying Sirius or Black, to calling him uncle; but it was only right to do that, since Orion referred to Draco’s parents in the same way now.
“What do you mean? Calm down and explain everything from the beginning. What has happened to Sirius and how do you even know about it,” Severus tried to speak calmly, but he had to admit to himself that after everything they have been through, a mere phrase ‘something bad has happened to Sirius’ was able to immediately put him on alert.
“Two Slytherin girls reported to me that they overheard how professor McGonagall was rushing Madame Pomfrey to go with her to Grimmauld Place, do a check up on uncle Sirius and perform any kind of ritual it will take to fix him,” he explained, repeating everything he was told a few minutes ago. “From what they heard, something happened to him and he refuses anyone’s help. I also asked Orion about it and he told me he hasn’t heard from his dad for around three days.”
For a moment, Severus became completely silent; he stared blindly into the flames in the fireplace and calculated the possible things to do in the current situation. If he ran to Sirius’ aid, that would mean everyone is going to start asking questions regarding the nature of their acquaintance; and eventually the Order would get suspicious of them. On the other hand, he had too little information about what has happened and Sirius could either be alright or in grave danger.
“Go back to the common room and act according to your normal schedule, but keep an eye on every Snake from now on, especially when you’re out in the corridors or in classes…things might change around here, starting tomorrow morning,” informed him the potions master when he made up his mind. “I’m going straight to Grimmauld Place, so make sure to tell Orion not to worry. I will inform both of you tomorrow morning about the situation."
A/N: I hope it wasn't too bad and well...you can expect more of Dumbledore showing his true colours and a little bit of chaos starting for the Blacks.
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