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Lucky Strike	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 76008 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 17
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Beta'd by the most amazing Tenchi, who I can't thank enough for all the hard work she does for me!

With help from Lynn who works with me when it comes to flow, continuity and other issues.

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Chapter 25

After another quick scan of the letter from his father, Draco nodded at what was said. This was odd. His father had attached an extra sheet of parchment to the back of the normal letter that was sent, one that he couldn't detach until he was alone. Once he did, he understood why. It contained a mission for him. And it was a mission that he honestly liked.
Once he made sure he had down what his father wanted from him, he set the letter aside then looked at Blaise and Pansy. At the moment, they were holed up in a small room not far off the Slytherin dorms. It wouldn't work for long, but would suffice to give enough time for him to impart what he needed. “Right—we have something to do.” Then, with a grin, he added, “And we'll like it.”
“What's going on?” Pansy asked. If whatever it was came from Lucius, it had to be big and important.
“Father needs us to get information,” Draco said, looking between the two.
“What kind?” Blaise asked. He assumed it had to do with a student, but couldn’t figure out which one. Poking anyone in Slytherin was a bad idea as they didn't want to rile those that might be siding the wrong way. “We really need to be careful with who we dance around with, Draco. This will end up bad anyway.”
“That we don't need to worry about, honestly,” Draco told him. Then he grinned a bit evilly and added, looking smug, “It's from the Potter prat.” Then he gave a quick rundown of what his father wanted from them. “This shouldn't be hard. We just need to poke a few times to see what the idiot says and I'll pass it along. The more information all of them get, the better standing the ones that need it will have when it comes to figuring out what that barmy old man knows.”
“This should end up fun,” Blaise said with a grin.
“Yes!” Pansy chuckled.
“We're going to enjoy this,” Draco admitted, looking plenty amused. “Keep in mind, though it'll be fun, that father and the others desperately need the information, so make sure you write down everything you get. If you hear the prat spout anything else, add that as well. I'll send off what we get when we have something.”
“This can help?” Blaise asked softly. “How?”
“Father wouldn't have asked if it couldn't,” Draco told him honestly. “From what the letter says, they don't have much else when it comes to what that lot knows and how it relates. Even the Potter prat has made it clear it's related. So, they need everything they can get.”
“We'll start poking,” Pansy assured him, looking determined. “Shouldn't be too hard, actually. I say we stick together and do what we can. You can set him off quite quickly and easily.”
“I can, can't I?” Draco admitted with another smug look. “We need to do it together, though. While I can manage easily, I need you both to help as well. It won't do any good if I keep poking as that's likely to land me in trouble. If the three of us work together and take turns, it's less apt to get us landed in detention or have people keeping watch over us.”
“Good way to go about it,” Pansy nodded. She then fumbled in her bag, pulling out a parchment and quill. “Let's not only write down what we've heard so far, but make a list of how we think we should go about this. The more we have a plan for when it comes to how to go about this, the better we're going to end up and the more useful information we're likely to get.”
Quite pleased that Pansy had a methodical way to go about working with the issue, Draco said, “Let's start with the garbage he's spouted up until now then move on from there.” Then he launched in with what he could remember.

Ensconced in a quiet end of the library behind the privacy spell Hermione put up, Ron took back the letter his dad had written him from Neville. After a glance to make sure no one was in this end of the library, he said, “Look, Jamie—we know what he's like. The bloke is a nightmare to deal with, but he's said plenty they can use. As this is to help keep all of us safe and end the nightmare faster, I don't have a problem with it.”
“I don't either,” Hermione admitted, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. “It isn’t like he just doesn't run his mouth for no reason! Since they came to school, all he's done is spout this junk and he doesn't have a clue that no one wants to hear any of it and are just disgusted by him trying to make himself sound so important.”
Up to this point, Neville had been quiet, looking at the letter Ron was holding. He was the quiet one in the dorm and tried to stay out of so much that went on, but he understood why they were being asked to give up the information. It wasn't like Jamie didn't toss it out there for everyone to hear and to brag “While I don't have a problem giving your dad what we know, I really think someone needs to talk to Jamie about shutting up. With all he says, it's going to not only help the right side, but the wrong one as well. We all know many in the school are going to side with You-Know-Who, if this is him. Jamie running his mouth is just going to give them information as well. That side doesn't need any more help!”
“Nothing anyone is going to say to him will stop his mouth,” Hermione huffed, shaking her head.
“Maybe you can talk to Sarah?” Ron suggested. “She appears a bit more level headed and seems to understand what Jamie doesn't. At least she might listen.”
Brow furrowed, Hermione thought that over then gave a slow nod. “Let me see what I can do. I know she's trying to get Jamie to back off and not poke, but isn't succeeding well. She might listen. Though this won't be popular, I'm going to say something to her about telling her parents and maybe they can shut him up. That might stop us getting information to pass, but it won't give the other side help either. None of us need them getting some of this.”
“See what you can do. I'll tell Dad you're trying. Not sure if they will manage, but it's worth a shot,” Ron sighed, shaking his head.
“It can't hurt,” Neville said. After stiffening his spine, he added, “Let me see if I can talk to Jamie. He might listen to me. Well, he does a little. That and we need to keep him away from Draco. Those two set each other off, plenty. The mere sight of Draco sends Jamie over the edge and he starts coming across with all kinds of information. While we might need that, what we don't want is the whole castle hearing it. With Jamie how he is, he doesn't care who he does it in front of.”
“True,” Hermione nodded. “That and, well—Jamie isn't going to win a fight with Draco. We've all known for a while that Draco is plenty protective about Harry. Anyone takes after him and Draco is going to go slightly mad then the fight is coming. Jamie just hasn't learned that yet.” After stopping for a moment, she added, tone distracted, “I'll bring that up to Sarah as well. She might not know a way yet to get it to cease, but her parents might. That needs to stop, fast.”
“We'll go about it this way.” Ron nodded. “Right—let's get on what we can for Dad and I'll get it off today. At the very least, we can then see what you two can manage with the Potters. I'll make sure to include that to Dad so he knows what we're trying.”
“Just make sure you tell him it's doubtful it'll work,” Hermione told him sourly, shaking her bushy head. “That way they can prepare.”
“Will do,” Ron said, taking some parchment Neville passed to him so he could begin. Normally, he hated writing anything out, but this was for a good cause so he would put more effort into it than he ever would his homework.

Hands trembling as he read through the letter from his parents, Jamie shook his head. What he really wanted to do was ball the letter up then light it on fire as a way to help his temper. Then start slashing or smashing other things. He wouldn't, though. All that would end up with was him in detention again. He had a week in the infirmary anyway for that set-to with Draco yesterday. What he didn't need was more added on!
The problem was that he wrote to his parents the night before to check out Draco’s story. Going in, he had a sinking feeling that it was true, but wanted to make sure. As expected, it was, something that made him sick. While his parents didn't give details, they did say that what Draco said was true. Though he wasn't like Sarah and adept at reading between the lines, he didn't have to with this letter to understand that it was probably far worse than they were willing to put on paper. That what Malfoy spouted was probably very close. They also admitted that they had heard he would need surgery, but didn't know for sure or, if he did, the outcome. Bloody wonderful! Now he was getting information his parents hadn't on topics he really didn't want to know about.
He hated this, he really did. He hated that he kept hearing parts of this mess that his parents didn't tell them or know. He hated having it thrown in his face. He hated being among people he didn't know and didn't have the friends he had before they moved. He hated how his parents were being taken after. He hated how his parents were in trouble over this mess. He hated how nothing was going as planned. And he hated that his brother, the one that he had heard so much about over the years, wanted nothing to do with them. Most of all, he hated the realization that his parents and Grandpa Albus, people he looked up to, had been so wrong about so much. That hurt worse than anything in the world.
All his life, he had looked up to and idolized them for everything. They were a strength that all of them leaned on for years because they knew what was best. It had been proven time and again over the years. Yet when it came to the biggest plan they had, they had been wrong and made huge mistakes. Even worse was their whole world knew just what kind of mistakes they made and despised them for what they had done. Those mistakes weren't fixable either. And there was nothing they could do to repair the damage in any way and the relationships they counted on weren't happening. Harry didn't want anything to do with anyone from 'their side'. He wasn't sure what Harry thought about the rest of them, but it was clear he wanted nothing to do with his parents and Grandpa Albus. That had been the biggest bit they had all counted on. And it wasn't possible. Even his parents were now saying that they needed to leave it alone.
He wasn't sure what to expect when it came to his brother, honestly. All he knew was Harry looked like their dad and had their mum's eyes. From what he could tell that was true. At least from the brief glimpses of the pictures of Harry that Malfoy had held up. It was just—he wanted to get to know his brother and that wasn't possible. Harry wanted nothing to do with them. In fact, from what Malfoy pointed out, and his parents confirmed it, Harry wasn't even his brother any more. He had two fathers that had adopted him. And, from what he heard, Harry was nothing like anyone he knew. While at the Ministry that time, they heard plenty and it seemed Harry got to do a lot that his parents would skin him alive for. And Harry wasn't that much older! He got, at least on some level, Harry was probably more mature, but he couldn’t fathom some of what he heard. It was just—he didn't know, honestly. What it boiled down to was he supposed he had expected an older version of himself and a younger one of his father, someone that took chances, had fun and caused a bit of trouble while at school. Harry was none of those things. In fact, he didn't know what Harry was like. His brother was a stranger to him. He didn't even know the basics other than that Harry and Malfoy were friends, he had a white owl named Hedwig and a pet rabbit. That was it. Nothing more. And that hurt. It seemed that most in their world knew some about Harry, but he and his sisters knew nothing.
Deep down, because he had been told all along that it would be fine and Harry would be back with them, he had looked forward to having a big brother, someone to muck around with and have fun. After all, he had grown up with two sisters. Now that wasn't going to happen. Harry wasn't coming to live with them. That made him angry. It made him even angrier that the big brother he had been so looking forward to getting to know mucked up other plans, such as the house and the money. Those he thought were a lock. Them not being available made it harder than it was before. Which just made his temper on the topic worse.
He supposed, if he thought about it, the real reason behind so much was it hurt. It hurt that his parents had made such huge mistakes, that Harry wanted nothing to do with them, that everyone blamed his parents for so much. It was even worse that he could understand why his parents and Grandpa Albus were getting the blame. All it came down to was he wasn't used to them getting blamed for everything. They had been great and people in Argentina had loved them. That most certainly wasn't the case here and it bothered him to no end, making it to where he wanted to defend them or make them look better. Each time he tried doing so it backfired by someone coming across with the real truth. When they did that, it made it worse and he got angrier.
If he looked deep down, he realized he was plenty angry at his Grandpa Albus and his parents for not only royally mucking up everything, but being wrong and not giving them much needed information. He hated getting blindsided and that was happening plenty. Each day there was a little more he didn't know that was coming out and it made him irate.
After another look at the letter, he stuffed it in his pocket. What he needed right now was to get out of the castle for a while and take a long walk to think it over. When he got back, he was going to find Sarah then have her sit down with him and compose something to their parents that demanded answers, to all of it. This couldn't go on. He needed to know to not only stop feeling like a jackass, but so they didn't get made fools of anymore.
After a shake of his head, he slipped out of the place he had been holed up then headed towards the entrance of the castle. He felt that a walk down by the lake, alone, would do him good and get his thoughts clear.

While he took a drag off his fag, Harry glanced over his shoulder when he heard the door to the house open. Then he nodded as he saw Lucius come out. After a nod to the man, he went back to watching Bugs. The rabbit needed to come out for a while to stretch his legs. From the look of it, Bugs also wanted to munch on some of the plants they had out here for him. That was fine. He supposed that he needed to get out of the room as well since he was getting slightly mental just sitting in there and waiting for the time he could take his draughts. This helped some.
At the moment, only Remus was in the house. Sirius had gone to talk to Rufus and a few others he knew. Severus was off tending to some business. Remus was busy as well, writing letters so they could get organized for the mess they were trying to pull together. He didn't like pulling them away from whatever they were doing, so he was entertaining himself the best he could, trying to keep his mind off not only the pain, but the memory he had relived. His Mind Healer had been in a few hours ago. That was—well, Stuart had talked as he still didn't feel ready to do that.
Just as he put out his butt, Lucius sat down next to him with a groan. Assuming there was a reason Lucius was here, probably just to check on him, Harry waited to see what he wanted while keeping half an eye on the rabbit.
“I'm too old to sit like this,” Lucius groused as he tried to get comfortable on the edge of the stones that made up the patio. Normally, Harry just snorted at that, making a joke and reminding him he was only a couple of years older than those in the house. This time he didn't. It wasn't surprising, of course, with Harry the way he was now, but Lucius found he missed it.
Instead of trying to coax Harry into talking, Lucius pressed on like normal. “I'm here to check on you, of course, to make sure you're as well as can be expected. As always, I'm concerned.” After adding that, he reached out and rubbed Harry's head. “Are you feeling better?” As he didn't specify physically or mentally, he was hoping to hear about both. Well—not hear, but have Harry impart it in some way.
With a soft sigh, Harry made a wishy-washy signal with his hand, assuming Lucius would get it.
“I assumed as much,” Lucius nodded. He didn't need to ask if it was physical or mental as he knew it was both, but more the mental at this juncture. Yes, physical factored into what he was seeing, but the mental was probably the worst of it, causing bits like the not talking. Unlike last time, though, Harry was interacting and he had brought Bugs outside. Such behaviors wouldn't have happened the last time, a truly positive sign that had him hopeful the situation was improving. “Would you like to come spend a couple days at the Manor with me? Narcissa is itching to spoil you rotten. It would give you some time to just relax and be catered to.”
Though he thought that over hard, Harry then looked at him and shook his head. He'd rather stay with Sirius and his dads, despite how much he adored staying with Lucius.
Once more putting a hand on the back of Harry's head, Lucius rubbed it softly then nodded. “Understood.” His refusal was a good sign. In the past, he would have stayed at the Manor all the time, despite his wary relationship with Narcissa. Preferring here meant the relationships had grown enough that Harry felt this was home now, something he hadn't considered it to be for a very long time. “The offer always stands, Harry, you know this. You are always more than welcome to come stay with us if you need a break. I mean that.”
Smiling, Harry nodded. It always felt good to hear Lucius say that as he knew the man meant it.
“Now, I came over for more than to just check on you,” Lucius told him, brow raised as he pulled a roll of parchments out of his robes. Unrolling them, he handed the wanted posters over one by one. “These are the people that escaped from Azkaban. As they are completely mental, and were before they went in, we want you to remember their faces. Since I do know that is a skill you are quite adept at, I wanted to pass these over so you can stay wary.”
As he took the posters one by one, Harry made sure to look them over thoroughly so he could memorize the faces. All of them looked worse, and more frightening, than any criminals he had ever encountered in the past. While he flipped through the parchments, he stopped on the one named Bellatrix. Once again, that name seemed to ring a bell for him. He wasn't sure why either. Holding it out for Lucius, he waited to see what he had to say about her.
Lucius didn't need to do more than look at the picture to understand what Harry was going for. With a heavy sigh, he explained, “That is Narcissa and Andromeda's sister. I'm sure you've seen her name on the tapestry.”
Eyes wide, Harry looked at the picture then back to Lucius, waiting for an explanation. Now that Lucius mentioned it, he remembered seeing her listed on the tapestry at Malfoy Manor.
“Let's just say she's not someone you ever want to tangle with. If you see her, you go the other direction. She was infatuated with the Dark Lord and would do anything he wanted, no matter how sadistic or deranged. She is one you should fear.” With a heavy sigh to his voice, Lucius added, “I'm quite certain that Narcissa, Draco, mine and Severus' heads are in her sights. As that is probably the case, you, Sirius and Remus also need to stay wary of her. If you see her, do not ever engage, no matter what. It's the same with any of the others you see there, Harry. Do not try to engage. Send off the signal all of you worked out long ago then get yourself out of there. I know, as does everyone else, you're more than capable of defending yourself, but you've never encountered anyone like these people. They would think nothing of torturing or killing you just to gain favor. That is a promise I want from you.”
After a glance back at the moving picture of Narcissa's sister, taking in the deranged sheen in the eyes, Harry gave a slow nod. He'd encountered all levels of deranged when it came to so many over his life, but she seemed to take it up a notch. No, she was not anyone he ever wanted to tangle with if he could at all help it.
Putting his hand on Harry's back, Lucius began walking him through what he knew of the other ones on those posters to give the younger man a little bit of the history of them so he understood what he was dealing with. If Harry knew, he would understand why he needed to avoid them at all costs. Besides, the more they talked, well, the more he talked, the more normal this would be, thus helping Harry get back to where he had been. Well, that and he did like spending time with Harry. So, this was an excuse to do that, not that he needed one.
When Bugs hopped over to him, Harry picked him up and listened to all Lucius had to say, soaking it in. The more he did, the more he understood about the history and what to stay on the lookout for. That he always wanted. It was more than that, though. Just being around Lucius made him feel better, in many ways. The memories seemed to fade slightly as he knew Lucius wouldn't ever let anything happen to him if he could at all help it. With all he was dealing with, that helped more than anyone would ever know.
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