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Fate Falls	By : Sealpotter Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 36378 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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A/N~ First, I apologize for not updating sooner...Do not dispair, I am still writing it, and there is so much more to write. Real life, with it's stomach flu and lots of family in one tight house makes for fun times... Spring is here so hubby is expecting us all to be busy inside and out like bees....So I can't promise an every Thursday update, but at least I will try not to let it go for more than two weeks again...
Ciara_D - Yes, I do like them as a couple... I have plans for some more of them...just not this chapter.
Delia Cerrano - Thanks, Remus was tough really since I had not done much with him, but I hope he showed himself well. Severus and Siri will keep finding out more... jealousy is just a day away with brilliant results... Can you belive that it's going to be a few chapters of one single day? Yes Harry will be busy... but Friday... Friday will have a delicious Sev/Siri fun mush... yay...Friday of the story that is...
ChaosLady - Yes sweet at least I hope so...
Chapter 27 - Goblins and Quills
A/N - *Unity current (translated from Gobbledegook, or Macedonian - all Gobbledegook will be based on Macedonian) **Hear all
It may sound funny, but what really helped me with Griphook was listening to ‘King of Anything’ by Sara Bareilles.
The light was bright when he entered the clearing. Sunlight glowed like golden raindrops all around him. The birds and butterflies were more brilliantly arrayed in colors that hinted at a happier place. His feet were bare and the softness of the grass echoed across his toes. He was not sure why he was here this time. Harry walked around looking for Her or the path he was to take, but found nothing. He stood taking in the scene, then closed his eyes to let his surroundings talk to him. He could feel Her heart beat then. Through his feet and into his own body. The thumping rhythm was melodic and he was swaying with the steady beat. Butterflies surrounded him, and he could hear the whisper of their wings and on the breeze was their song…
At first, he heard nothing but the beat of small wings, and then the song grew, the tone was quiet and sultry. High pitched, slow notes played around him, soothing him, and pulling him. He let one foot fall in front of the other, guided by the soft music of the butterflies. He could feel the warmth of the sun’s light against his skin, and the brightness of red he could see against his eyelids. The serenity of the moment was beautiful, until the wind blew cold and he shivered. Icy fingers barely grazed his face, but yet he knew not to open his eyes. Stone cold confidence settled over him like a shroud, those fingers tangling in his hair trying to make him break, instead he let a smooth smile spread over his face.
“She waits for you on the Island, Earthson. If you pass this test of trust with me, She will reward you. Take my arm.” The voice of Death caressed his ears.
Harry did not speak, but let his hand rise and fall gently on the coolness of the arm that appeared. He let his surroundings seep into him, creating an illusion of sight in his mind. He let the man lead him, every now and then a harsh sound, or a biting winter chill flowed over him. Harry did not flinch. He could not. He understood Death more than he should, and in many ways, Death was a constant companion for him. Though this was the first time he could actually paint a solid picture of Death.
“Why are you more comfortable in my presence than those that have already passed?” The curiosity in Death’s voice was genuine.
“Your kiss is almost as enticing as my lover’s. I have walked into your arms and found no pain. The freedom you offer is a rest I have often longed for. I fear you not, as the idea of you has been an invisible companion of mine for a very long time, though I seek you not.” Harry replied, honesty flowing off him.
There was a peace between them, which was restored, no longer sounds made to disturb him or winds meant to affect him. They walked, and Harry trusted. Nothing left to do but trust, there was no wisdom in fear, no reward in trepidation and no blessing in hesitation.
“We will meet again, Earthson.” Death spoke and there was silence, and darkness.
Harry waited, unmoving, and unflinching. Soft warm fingers brushed his eyes and he was allowed to see. She stood before him with a smile so beautiful that rainbows danced in his eyes. Her eyes were like tourmaline, green and red mixed. Her hair was short grass atop her head, and her skin was like the soft brown of a mushroom.   Her body was covered in a patchwork of autumn colored leaves clinging to every curve. He turned to see the Tree of Fate before him, tall and resplendent. She bent down to pluck a pod off the ground near a root crevice and held out her hand for his. Harry let his hands fall into hers and she turned them over, and placed four seeds from the pod into his open palms. Two she moved to his left palm, and the others to his right. She closed his fingers around the seeds and then kissed each closed fist.
Harry felt the burn as each seed melted into him, but he did not whimper. Her breath was cool and soothing when she opened his hands and blew on them. No marks were left to show.
“Look at me Harry.” She instructed, with a smile in her voice.
Harry’s green eyes met her swirling tourmaline ones.
“You have within you the power to create your loved ones with the one you love. The added bonus is twins, when the time is right.   There will be no need for potions, or ceremonies… All will happen as planned.” Her words infused with him.
Harry was filled with so much joy, bursting was not an option… but overflowing to others was.
Thursday was going to be a full day. Harry groaned when he woke up… So much to prepare for. The blond in his arms pulled him down for a kiss….If only he could live for such a kiss and never leave… Harry smiled then when he remembered where he had been. He stared down into silver eyes and in that moment the future may have unknowns, but here with Draco, he would have everything… including his children. He swooped down to plunder more deeply before letting go, hoping his own joy was shared between them.
“Do you want to come with me today?” Harry asked his husband, as he was getting ready. Griphook was going to be speaking to the students today, all other classes had been canceled for today and tomorrow for these events.
Draco got out of the bed and wrapped his arms around Harry, stopping the darker man from buttoning his shirt.
“I will attend with Ron.” Draco stated, it was a way for him to show support for Harry.
Harry turned in Draco’s arms and caressed a pale cheek.
“You don’t have to if you're not comfortable.”
“I know, I think Ron hit on one of the issues… The dark mark causes me more anxiety when I am around, but there should be no problems… Ron and Severus are not that great of friends so that makes the possibility of close contact non-existent.” Draco surmised.
Harry smiled, “I’ll explain it to him, that way we avoid any chances. Reach for me if you need anything…”
Draco knew that their bond would help, especially in close proximity. With Ron, he was relaxed, and he needed to try to be among crowds again. He nodded and pressed a quick kiss to Harry’s lips before going off to dress for the day.
Harry greeted Griphook at the Headmaster’s office. He had the tray of rare fungi ready with a mug of black coffee. They sat down to eat before going over the particulars of the event. Griphook was pleasantly surprised that Harry seemed versed enough to offer his fare.
“Mr. Potter, I suppose there are parts of our history you want subdued during my speech.” Griphook narrowed his eyes, waiting for instructions.
“Griphook, there are no restrictions. If you want to expound on the mistakes of the wizarding world for the past millennia, you are welcome to. My students are learning the history of all the various beings, their culture, their beliefs, and where the wizarding world has failed them. They are also learning about the types of magic used by each being, and if possible any strengths and weaknesses since originally it was to be a defense class. Though in your case, there should not be a defense needed since Goblins stay out of wizarding wars for the most part.” Harry explained. He reached inside his cloak and pulled a long box from his cloak. He placed it on the table before Griphook, then wandlessly enlarging it to its intended size.
Albus watched, wondering why Harry chose not to use his wand.
Harry looked at the Goblin who watched him with curious but cautious eyes.
“I understand the offense that Goblins have about wizards not sharing wandlore, and while you are here, out of solidarity, I will not use my wand so there is no advantage. As promised, I have here a blade made of Goblin Silver that I hope you will find most interesting. I am happy to return it to a Goblin so that it can be where it truly belongs.” Harry opened the lid of the box revealing a short scimitar looking weapon with a brass handle and a long sharp silver blade.
“I have it on good authority that this was owned by one Urg the unclean. It was used during some of the Goblin rebellions.   I found it off a trader in Sweden.   I am happy to return it to the Goblins.” Harry handed the sword gently to Griphook who eyed it suspiciously.
Griphook took the blade, ran his long fingers over the blade carefully, feeling for the hum of Goblin magic.   It was there, running deep, and strong… This man, so different from what he had expected. Harry Potter treated him like an equal not an underling like so many wizards.   No wizard would have ever asked a Goblin to speak and teach witches and wizards. There was something he wasn’t seeing just yet, and there was something that this wizard was not saying just yet. And when he looked back at the man with messy black hair, a man who by all accounts was a mere boy only a few years ago...The eyes flashed black and then back to emerald, a fire of challenge roared to life within those eyes.
Harry felt like he was being inspected. Goblins, Griphook especially were wary of wizards. He was expecting that. Griphook seemed pleased with the blade.   He was not about to offer up the Sword of Gryffindor… He found a suitable replacement. Griphook was a bloodthirsty goblin from what he remembered.   Though he would not cater to that. But he met the query from the goblin with his own form of fierceness. He let his eyes slip for only a brief moment. He hoped it was enough of a display for the goblin to decide to participate willingly and honestly with knowledge that will benefit all...
Griphook sat back, putting one of the fungi into his mouth. Mr. Potter had taste. He also had power, not just a wizards power either… A current similar to the blade ran through the wizard… and when he let his own magic seek, there were other currents he was sure connected this wizard to every magical race. Only one type of wizard could hold the Tekovnata Edinstvo*, a son of the Earth…
Griphook stood up and inclined his head, Harry’s challenge was won.
“Well, Mr. Potter, off we go… let’s get these student’s informed.” Griphook rasped out.
Albus was all smiles, Harry was definitely a real emissary, though he did not know just what passed between them. He followed Harry and the Goblin out of his office and down towards the Quidditch pitch… He could not wait to see what the goblin would present… this was a rare event for the school and the wizarding world.
Draco Malfoy was unsure that this would go over well.   Ron and Hermione had met him in their rooms. Each stood on either side of the blond. He waited for his usual visceral reaction to people to rear its ugly head, but with these two, there was none of that.   So they proceeded down the halls. Draco had made it as far as the walkway toward the pitch before he needed a break, as they were swarmed by a group of student’s, some staring at him and some just looked the other way and then they were gone.   He moved to a group of bushes that allowed him some privacy as he got his breathing under control.   Ron was there giving him a reassuring arm and Hermione was of course a paragon of comfort by wrapping him up in a hug that almost squeezed his breath away. He could do this… He walked towards the pitch, and nowhere was Severus, so he breathed easier… and the section they had reserved for him was sparser than any other was.   Fewer students sat in their box, many were friends of Harry’s and Greg, Pansy and Blaise were there as well. Neville and Luna seemed to give off a safe feeling, similar to Ron… Draco felt at ease almost sitting there, Luna behind him, Neville in front and Ron and Hermione flanking him. Blaise and Pansy sat next to Luna, and Greg was next to Neville… It was an odd sort, the houses mingling.
The noise in the stadium was chaotic and loud when Harry walked out to the middle of the pitch. The platform was available and ready, it had several chairs on it so they would all be comfortable. Amelia Bones stood on one side, and each of the heads of house also had a place on the platform.   Harry’s eyes darted to Draco and saw that the distance between Snape and Draco was good so far. Harry introduced Griphook to each head of house, and to Amelia. Albus took the head chair and Harry stood in the center to introduce the goblin. He cast a wandless Amplifying charm on his voice.
“Thank you all for coming…” Harry waited for the noise to die down, “I am sure you are aware that this originally started as a Defense class event, but since all our students deserve to hear from each of our honored guests, we included everyone. I will appreciate if you all show each speaker the respect they deserve…. and with that, please help me welcome our speaker for the Goblins, Griphook.”
A loud applause met the Goblin’s ears and he was in shock…. not only that this wizard had said such things, but that the entire school seemed to accept it. He pushed his condemnations down for now and if Mr. Potter wanted his students to know about goblins, he would do his best. He breathed in deep and started.
Griphook dove into the culture and history of the Goblins. He included the wizarding laws that have been contested by the goblins about the use of wands by other magical beings. He emphasized that the ability of wandless magic is accomplished by wizards as well as magical beings, but the use of the wand allows magic to be extended and focused. The pitch was silent as he detailed the rebellions and why they occurred, and how they were stopped.
Griphook then took an hour to expound on the courtesies that goblins extend one another. Touching any valuable item owned by a goblin is the highest form of disrespect. He stated the reasons goblins did not share the secret of their magic, one of the reasons is that a complete understanding of their language was imperative to learning. As such, only a handful of wizards ever attempted to learn Gobbledegook.
The final hour was covered by displays of magic and compared with the wandless magic of Professor Potter. They took turns showing levitation magic, transfiguration, water charms and fire. The pinnacle of the event was when Griphook conjured what looked like fireworks with the snap of his fingers...
A thunderous applause filled the entire arena. Griphook bowed and turned towards the wizards behind him. Harry rushed forth to shake his hand, which took Griphook by surprise, most wizards chose not to touch a goblin at all costs.
Harry made this a moment. He called on his will to stop time around him… His power flared out to capture every student, and every professor in a pause of the moment. There were only three who were present for this moment. Draco watched as everyone around him stood stock-still. His grey eyes briefly met the green of Harry’s who smiled back at him just a bit. Griphook was staring at this wizard, so much power was released in that moment. He did not let go of Harry’s hand for fear he too would be frozen.
Harry looked down at the goblin. He sought deep within the wide slanted eyes, there was so much cunning and intelligence.
“I need you to know my purpose. When I finish with my task, I want to bring a new age for magical beings… Balance is the purpose of this Augur. I plan to bring the goblins into a more balanced relationship with wizards, elves, giants, werewolves, vampires and the rest. We have lived side-by-side but separated by our own insecurities for too long. Will you speak for me with your people?” Harry was clear yet kind. There was no hint of an order in it, nothing but compelling words.
Griphook thought on that, the status of an Augur usually did not extend to the lower beings. Harry Potter was a most unusual wizard. He raised his free hand, letting all of his long fingers part.
“Place your hand on mine.” Griphook instructed.
Harry did not hesitate. His hand was almost the same size, his palm wider, but the goblin’s fingers were still longer. He did not look away from the dark yellow of the goblin’s eyes.
“Slusne se**” Griphook whispered between them.
There was a warmth between their hands, a yellow glow that ran down Harry’s arm. Harry felt Draco’s presence in their bond, he shared the gift, not caring if Griphook knew or cared.
Griphook watched as his gift of speech was granted, and then to his amazement, he saw it flow along a beautiful thread that floated away from Harry Potter. He turned his head to follow, and met the steel grey eyes of another man he would have not known, but for the face… Draco Malfoy… He turned back to see the sweet look that passed over Harry’s face before it turned back to him with a fire of challenge. He had heard the rumors of a friendship between the two, but this seemed so much more… He let his hand fall…
“Can you understand my words?” Griphook asked addressing the wizard in front of him.
Harry smiled and nodded that he did.
“You have now the power to learn more of goblins than any other wizard. Our language is yours to hear. As you are son of the Earth, your request is granted. I am honored you would think so highly of us.” Griphook stated.
Harry shook his head for a moment, “There is no reason to feel honored to be seen for what you are. Equals with those around you. It will be my council as long as my task succeeds. Though I will impart one warning for all your kind, I know the depth of jealousy you have for the sword of Gryffindor.   Learn to accept that its fate lies not in the hands of goblins or wizards. The power of the sword is only granted to those who are worthy, and that is decided by magic alone. No blood needs to be spilled because of it.” Harry looked harder into Griphook’s eyes, letting the image of the bloodbath in Gringotts show in his eyes, with the last focusing on the goblin holding the sword.
With knowledge imparted, and the request accepted, Harry brought his will back to him and time started over again. He turned to Madam Bones to introduce Griphook.
“Madam Bones, Griphook… An intelligent goblin beyond measure, Madam… I hope the ministry will soon understand, those whose backs they are riding on, will not always hold them up without proper tending.” Harry stated, hoping his words sink in…
Madam Bones bent down to shake the goblin’s hand.
“I promise within my power, I will ensure we look at our relations closely for any way to ensure mutual respect.” Her voice intoned respect, her eyes spoke of a mission. Harry was well please.
Griphook had declined to luncheon with the rest of the school and had left for his post at Gringotts. Though he had arrived with a preconception and a grumpy disposition, he had left with great hope for the future. They had a bridge to something… he was not sure where it would lead, but he knew Mr. Potter would be that bridge. Something great was coming to the wizarding world, a change was on the horizon.
Harry for his own sanity was not particularly happy with where lunch would take him. Hermione, good to her word, had indeed set him up with an interview with the one and only Rita Skeeter. Harry made his way towards his rooms where Draco had retreated to after the first speech. He needed to be a bit grounded before meeting the one witch that always set his teeth on edge.
Harry walked into the room only to be hit with the emotions of his lover as he entered. There was such anxiousness that he quickly moved around the rooms in search of his lover. Draco was in the bathroom heaving. Harry moved quickly to sooth the blond. He hated seeing Draco in any type of pain.
He let his hand rub softly on Draco’s back, his beautiful hair was already being held back by some magical spell.
“Here we go…Oh Harry…” Hermione’s voice filled the room as she entered a cool cloth in her hand, with a silver potion vial.
Harry did not mean to bristle, or get all-protective, but his hand reached to sniff the vial before Draco could wrap his hand around it. The aroma filled his nose, mint with bergamot and crushed moonstone… anti-nausea…
He pulled Draco to him, and spread the cloth over the pale forehead down the side of Draco’s face and over pale lips. His entire focus was on Draco, Hermione was lost on him. He sat on the edge of the bath, cradling his world. The cool cloth was all he had to sooth, he let his breath flow over Draco, a cooling breeze flowed softly around the room. Draco’s eyes were closed as he accepted Harry’s touch. Their souls fed each other, racing along their bond. Harry took the vial, and poured it in his own mouth, letting some of the ingredients register within him, ensuring its safety. He lowered his mouth to Draco’s lips and pressed softly. Draco’s lips parted and Harry let the potion flow slowly, as he massaged his lover’s head. After the last drop was gone, Harry let his breath flow. His breath was cleansing, flowing and cool into Draco, and filling his lover’s lungs with such purity. Harry’s hand buried itself deep within the silk of Draco’s locks, while the other tenderly stroked one pale cheek. He buried his face into Draco’s hair and neck and drenched his senses with the honey and lemon scent that calmed him.
Hermione watched the tender display from the doorway, it broke her heart. Each aching move Harry made showed the depth of feelings. How can one not be touched by the display of true love? She turned away to give them privacy.
Draco felt like his insides were burning with each heave… His anxiety attack happened in full force once he left the pitch, he did not know that Professor Snape was within inches of him, but his stomach did. Ron and Hermione had practically carried him back to his rooms. And that is how he found himself facing the porcelain god. Hermione had put a charm on his hair and left to find something to calm his nerves.
Then like a breath of fresh air, Harry was there… Harry’s touch settled him, the coolness was exquisite. Love flowed through their bond, and he closed his eyes, settled in the strong arms of Harry. He loved the tender touches, and then when Harry’s lips met his own all was well. The potion flowed sweetly, he would take even the most foul potion if Harry gave it to him this way, his body warmed. His lungs were filled with an air so pure only Harry could have given it. He brought Harry’s face back to his after only a moment away… He let his eyes speak his love before bringing Harry’s lips down to his in a real kiss… A kiss that left his body bereft of air and coolness… He was filled with their never-ending fire of passion. He let his fingers hold tight in inky black hair… He kissed with abandon, his need for Harry so overwhelming… He needed this, the air in his lungs burned to be replaced with Harry’s breath… his addiction to this man so complete he would fall away without his other half to hold him to this earth.
Harry gave in to the call of his lover, he let himself go filling up Draco with all of himself… Draco was his own balm to his dying soul. He drank Draco’s passion and let the love fill him, searing his being. Draco possessed every part of him, all he had to do was ask and Harry would give him anything of himself. His body begged for more than a kiss that left him feeling feverish, but duty calls even in the midst of heaven. He raised his head, reluctantly parting lips, leaving such an ache inside.
“I need to go...Stay home, I can’t bear to see you like this.” Harry whispered against perfect lips.
“Stay…” Draco all but begged, his eyes pleading.
Harry wanted to stay, to kiss away every fear, every anxious thought from his lover’s mind.
“I’ll return as quickly as I can… I want to stay with you always…” Harry whispered letting his hand slide through silky hair.
Draco’s hands found themselves wound tightly in Harry’s collar. Then Harry had an idea… insane, but an idea nonetheless. His excitement was such that he kissed Draco again and in just a few moments, they were moaning and breathless.
Silver shined up in wonder at the spark in those green eyes...Harry cradled him against that broad chest, so safe and warm. He let his head fall to lay against his angel’s shoulder, curious as to what Harry had imagined.
Harry put Draco down carefully on the couch, and reached out his hand only to have the book fly to him. Hermione’s ‘eep’ was high pitched as the book zoomed past her surprised face. Harry sat next to Draco, opposite Ron and Hermione. It was as if his focus could not be touched by anything, the firm line of his mouth set hard as he opened the book.
“Look away…”Draco reminded them quickly just as Harry’s eyes went dark.
Harry was searching… He needed something to allow him to take Draco with him, or to send someone in his place. Something that could allow him to fulfil his duties and his desires at the same time.   His hand let the pages flow under him, one by one the air felt congealed inside his lungs as he felt his hope dwindle for a solution… but then his hand fell flat on a page it was filled with images of the earth and moon merging.
The words filled his mind, the light was blinding for those who could see.
The light of wisdom blossomed off the page, Draco alone of those near Harry, was immune to the brightness, protected by his bond. Harry’s voice flowed like honey over Draco’s skin as the words were spoken with such a sensual tone.
The earth and the moon become one, letting the earth radiate the light from within. Bound within a space of hallowed ground, the moon can rest and with great need be bound in thought to the earth. Love be the guide, the bridge, and the salvation for pain.
Harry’s hand left the pages of the Book, reached for Draco even as he was drawing his power closer to him.   The blond fell into Harry’s arms, the solace he offered beckoned to his love. Their eyes never closed even as their foreheads met, their hands proffered to one another. Harry’s mouth opened and a soft pink light flowed around them, and arcing between their palms. In Harry’s black eyes, Draco saw himself, sheltered in the arms of his lover. He gave his breath up to Harry...and let the light take him.
Harry felt the love coursing through his body, the electricity seared him, but when it flowed out of him, it was soft. His love was relentless, flowing into his bonded, enticing and entreating… He wanted Draco with him this day… one with him… to walk where no one had walked freely in ages… his hallowed ground…
He met Draco there at the wall of his mind, letting his mind create a place of beauty for his beloved, a healing place… Where he could hold on to him… and protect him. In the deepest corner of his mind, behind his great wall, he made a comfortable room, filled with serene paintings and a large bed. This is where he brought his beloved, and wrapped him up in his arms.
Harry’s eyes returned to normal, and he looked over to his friends who were blinking back at him, obviously affected. He took Draco’s body and flooed them back to their home. Placed it on their bed. He warded the bed first with every known spell and ward and unknown spells he could use. He then did the same to the bedroom. When he returned to his rooms, Hermione was still looking anxious.
“He is resting, thank you both for caring enough to accompany him today.” Harry said. He knew Hermione was fretting over what happened, and probably wondering what she could have done differently.
“Harry, he did great...Until we left...They did something to him that ties him to the Dark Mark.” Ron stated, “It gets worse each time he comes close.”
Harry pondered that for a minute, he would have to find out what that link was. But for now, he could feel Draco’s essence inside himself. He knew Draco was aware with him, he could hold him and do his duty… And his savior could hold him when he needed it as well… Visiting the Harpy of Rita Skeeter was not on his list of relaxing things to do.
“I wonder… Can you do your husbandly ‘duty’ in here with me, while you are doing your ‘duty’ by that reporter?”
Draco’s arrogant and playful voice filled Harry making him grin, and his friends look at him like he had lost his mind...
“Be nice…” Harry pleaded with his lover.
It was strange sharing his consciousness with Draco, but for now it will have to work.
Harry walked into the empty classroom with Hermione and looked around. They would conduct the interview here, but he would be comfortable.
Harry raised his wand and let his magic swirl around him. He felt it, cloaking him, allowing him to feel what he wanted. He transfigured sconces to give off an incandescent glow, added a warm fire in the dilapidated fireplace, and vanished all the empty desks. He conjured chairs, comfortable ones, high back ones with heavy cushions. They were a silver brocade, Harry rolled his eyes as Draco’s image flooded him and he found his spell work melding with his lover’s vision. He added a silver and blue rug on to the stone floor and a soft cherry coffee table that would give an added division to the room for himself.
Harry sat on his side of the room and Hermione choose an out of the way chair near the door. Harry from a second though transfigured a piece of firewood into a quill…. He charmed it with a truth spell and an anti-misinterpretation charm…Hermione raised her eyebrow at him.
“One of your inventions, An Honest Quill.” Harry stated, “You decided that things like the ‘Quick Quotes’ often introduced untruths, it was a hit after the war, though it did not find wide use at the ministry, except during interrogations.” The smile he gave her was brilliant.
“And how am I supposed to invent it now?” She huffed with her arms crossed, swearing Harry was a cheat under her breath lovingly.
“I just conjured a quill… nothing more… you can still figure it out when you want.” Harry winked at her.
The door burst open and the waft of a sickening patchouli perfume filled the air, making Harry want to choke. The woman was dressed in a gold skirt suit, her blonde hair being held up by two red pencils and her glasses were glinting under the light of the sconces. Her photographer stood behind her about to take a picture.
Harry raised his hand quickly and made several sweeping gestures and the photographer coughed then blinked rapidly. The lens of the camera went black and the man started to turn around, even as Rita squealed and tried to call him.
“Bozo will not be joining us per the request set out in the invitation.” Harry said, the witch eyed him with obvious curiosity.
“Rita Skeeter, Daily Prophet, and you are?” She inquired as she extended her pale hand to Harry.
Hermione rose and shut the door before returning to her seat.
Harry took her hand and led her to one of the high back chairs.
“Why Rita, I’m surprised that you don’t recognize the boy who has eyes that ‘glisten with the ghosts of my past.’” Harry stated waiting for the realization to sink in.
Her eyes were wide and then moved to the usual place people looked to verify his identity, his scar.
“I promised you an exclusive interview to refute the articles about lies.” Harry started, then watched as the witch extracted her Quick Quotes Quill...He called to it wandlessly and it sailed into his hand. He placed it gently beside him and extended the Honest Quill to her.
“Please, use mine, it will be far more accurate.” Harry’s voice seemed to make the reporter stiffen, but there was no room for disobliging.
She took the proffered Quill and set it up to write automatically.
“So let’s start with why you believe that You-know-who is back.” She went right into the interview, the news everyone wanted to know.
Harry detailed the night in the graveyard, he expounded on who the teacher was, how they got into the school, and how he was entered into the tournament. He then went into detail about the ritual used to bring back Voldemort.
In his mind, his memory was playing out as he spoke, he let the feelings wash over him, and the sights and smells were very real. It wasn’t until he felt Draco’s fear, that he muted the memories, and stroked his love, calming him. He had forgotten that Draco had not been there.
Rita’s eyes widened many times, but she did not interrupt. She waited patiently for Harry to finish, and he did, leaving out the wand connection especially. He only noted that he managed to run and get back through the port key.
“How is it you have changed so much and are now teaching at Hogwarts?” She asked hoping for more explanations.
Harry held up his hand and the quill stopped writing.
“I will extend an invitation for a second interview after the next Solstice, and provide you with an exclusive you do not want to miss, if you stay on topic.” Harry offered, seeing that her interest was piqued.
He looked at Hermione, and wondered if he should tell Rita something further.
Rita looked over her notes, and then back at Harry. “I am not sure the Prophet will print this, Fudge is extremely controlling these days.”
Hermione stood and opened the door, and Luna Lovegood walked in as if on cue, but Harry knew that while the interview was going on, Hermione had contacted Luna via their Defense club coin. They had briefly discussed the logistics a few days ago.
“Rita…”Luna greeted in her breathy voice, “My father would love to have your work in our paper soon. Oi, Harry lovely to see you. You are right to keep your own council.” Then her blue eyes pierced past him, and he knew she knew who was with him. He just shared a smile with her, and then she was turning back to Rita. He would let them sort out the particulars, he wanted out.
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