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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29138 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Harry sat up suddenly before falling back down and slowly opening his eyes; the Gryffindor looked extremely young and vulnerable as he lay there blinking, and Draco gently reached over to adjust his glasses. Harry frowned in confusion as he struggled to sit up; he looked around the room, taking in his surroundings, barely sparing Draco a glance. After a few seconds Harry's confusion seemed to lift as he turned back to face the blond; hopeful grey eyes locked with wide green eyes and Draco held his breath as he waited to see what Harry's reaction would be…

“D-Draco?” Harry said questioningly, “Wh-what did you do to me? Where are we?”

“Harry,” Draco smiled softly, “You don’t know how glad I am to see you; I’ve been looking for you ever since you vanished from Quidditch practice earlier today-how are you feeling?”

“Wha-? Today?” Harry frowned, “No; it’s been four days since I got hurt during practice.” He glared up at the Slytherin and began scooting back slowly, “What are you playing at Malfoy? It’s bad enough you’ve been torturing me, but now you’re trying to make me think I’ve lost my mind? Get away from me!”

“Please Harry, just listen to me,” Draco pleaded, remaining still even as he watched Harry back away until he was sitting against the far wall, “It really has only been a few hours-even though it felt like a lifetime-and your friends have been helping me look for you. Do you remember the contraceptive potion Madame Pomfrey gave you?” Harry nodded, still frowning; “It wasn’t supposed to be mixed with anything else for twenty-four hours, but Dumbledore had Zacharias Smith disguise himself as Luna and give you another potion. Do you remember drinking anything during practice?”

“Yes,” Harry replied hesitantly, “I-I saw Luna sitting in the stands and I went to talk to her; she-she gave me some juice and…she warned me to watch out for cinnadoms.” He bit his lip and shook his head, “But that makes no sense even for Luna, because she told me before that cinnadoms can’t fly. I-I was on my broom again when I realized this, and then I felt dizzy and…that’s when I woke up in the hospital wing with Smith sitting by my bed; he and Dumbledore told me you were using me, and when we got back to our rooms, you…you punished me.” The memories came back and Harry started feeling around for his wand, before he remembered that it was locked in the desk in their room.

“No,” Draco shook his head, “The person who gave you that drink was an imposter-it was Zacharias Smith. Weasley said that you started to fall off your broom and then you vanished, and we’ve been looking for you ever since. The potion Smith gave you was to make you believe anything he and Dumbledore said, but they didn’t realize the potion would knock you out; Dumbledore sent Severus and Remus to look for you, but Mother spoke to McGonagall, and found out that Sev and Remus were sent into a trap, so Sirius and Tonks went to go rescue them. Then Fawkes came and he brought me to you.”

“Fawkes?” Harry looked up and the phoenix made a cheerful melody as he flew down to sit next to the brunet; “Hello Fawkes,” Harry said softly as he pet the magical bird; “If you brought Draco here then that means he’s telling the truth, but…he hurt me so much over the past few days…” Harry buried his face in his hands, shaking his head in confusion; “How do I know what’s real?”

“Well, first off here’s your wand,” Harry looked up as the blond tossed it to him; “I only took it to make sure you didn’t attack me when I woke you up. Also…” Draco shook his head helplessly, “I don’t know how else I can convince you to believe me Lion; I love you and I would never hurt you. I promise you this; when we get back to school Dumbledore, Smith and anyone else who helped with this insane plan will pay.”

“You-you called me Lion,” Harry said softly, “You weren’t calling me that before…” He looked up at Draco, green eyes glistening with unshed tears; “I want to believe you, but…I just don’t know. Even if it was all in my mind it still felt real to me; I can still feel the bruises and…” he trailed off, shaking his head in confusion.

“We need Sev,” Draco said, “I know he has to have a potion that could help us…” the blond looked over to where Harry was still petting Fawkes and smiled as an idea came to him; “Of course! Dobby!” Draco’s shout made Harry jump, and seconds later the little house elf appeared, squealing happily when he saw Harry sitting by the far wall.

“Harry Potter sir is alive!” Dobby squeaked, “Oh, Dobby is being so happy! Is needing to tell Winky! Master Draco is finding Harry Potter sir! Master Draco is good wizard! How is Dobby helping Master Draco?”

“I need you to go to Professor Snape’s office and fetch me the Veritas Memoria potion,” Draco commanded, “We need it immediately.”

“Yes sir!” Dobby bowed, “Dobby is going now!” He was gone with a pop, and Draco noticed Harry eying him warily.

“It’s a “truthful memory” potion,” Draco explained, “Very rare as it requires fresh phoenix tears to work.”

“Oh,” Harry said softly, nodding his understanding, “So this will help me see which memories are true and which are false?”

“Yes,” Draco confirmed, “the potion will show you what your mind thinks happened, and then it will show you what truly happened; you’ll be able to see the difference between your true memories and your…I suppose you would say nightmares.” Harry nodded at the explanation but made no reply, instead he looked around the room curiously.

The room was cozy; the walls had an enchanted forest mural on them complete with dragons which moved haltingly since the magic had begun to wear off long ago; the furniture consisted of a crib, a changing station, a rocking chair, as well as three bookcases filled with children’s books and stuffed animals, and a wardrobe in the far corner-all of it was made of dark chestnut. The curtains and bedclothes were dark blue, and Harry could see the corner of a red blanket in the crib, with something gold stitched on it. The furniture looked to be in good condition, but most of it was knocked over, and some of the toys and books were also scatted on the floor.

“Where are we?” Harry asked with a sense of trepidation.

“I believe we are in Godric’s Hollow,” Draco replied hesitantly, “I saw a picture on the mantelpiece downstairs, and…well, we are currently sitting in the nursery-your old room.”

“This is where my Mum died,” Harry said softly, tears shining in his emerald eyes as he looked around again; looking up he saw that the roof was gone, but there was a slight shimmer above the house.

“It’s a ward,” Draco said, answering Harry’s silent question; “The damage from the backlash of the Dark-Voldemort’s curse made it impossible to repair the roof, so the ministry at the time placed a ward above the house to protect it from weather damage; the house was left exactly the same as the day that he vanished as a memorial to your parents sacrifice and what the wizarding world saw as your victory over Voldemort.”

“Oh,” Harry stood up and walked over to the crib, keeping a careful eye on Draco the entire time, “I never knew…Dumbledore never told me about this; neither did Remus or Sirius…why did no one ever tell me?” He knelt by the crib and gently picked up the baby blanket; it was indeed a bright, Gryffindor red, and the gold he saw on it was a golden snitch-the wings fluttered faintly as it moved slowly across the material.

“I had one similar to that,” Draco told him, “It was green and silver though; the snitch probably used to move around on the blanket-I remember I used to spend hours trying to catch it when I was younger, and whenever I succeeded the snitch would glow.” Harry tilted his head and covered the snitch with one hand-sure enough it began to glow, faintly, but still.

“This was here all this time and no one ever told me,” Harry said again as he carefully folded the blanket and shrank it so that it would fit in his pocket; he then walked over to the stuffed animals and smiled sadly as he came across a wolf, a black dog, a rat and a stag; “All these memories-everything here is mine and Dumbledore kept it from me. Merlin-I hate him!”

“Don’t worry Lion,” Draco said softly, “He’ll get his in the end-I guarantee it. I wonder what is taking Dobby so long…Dobby!”

“Dobby has failed!” Dobby wailed as he reappeared; “He is trying to get potion masters be needing, but Master Snape is making it so house elves is not getting potions!” He wrung his ears in agitation, “Dobby is needing punished!”

“No,” Draco said sternly, “It was not your fault; Severus must have gotten tired of people stealing his potions and ingredients and changed the wards; we’ll have to wait for him to return before we can get that potion. In the meantime, we should head back to the school; everyone is really worried about you, and Madame Pomfrey will want to check you over.”

Harry looked over at Draco startled; the blond was only standing a few feet away and had his hand extended to help the brunet up. Harry stared at the hand for a moment, thinking; over the past several minutes he and Draco had been talking and he felt comfortable, safe-all the anxiety he had felt upon waking had melted away, but it was slowly coming back.

“I’m just going to open a portal into the school,” Draco explained, “It will open to our rooms, where Mother, Hermione and Ron should be waiting; Luna will most likely be there too.”

“Okay,” Harry said, pushing aside his reservations and accepting Draco’s help in standing; once he was on his feet he quickly dropped his fiancé’s hand and then looked back down at the stuffed animals, considering taking them with him.

“Why don’t you have Dobby take them back to our rooms for you?” Draco suggested, “We can come back here later-maybe next weekend-so that you can look through the house some more and see if there’s anything else you want.” Harry nodded, offering Draco a small smile before turning to address the house elf.

“Dobby, can you take these stuffed animals back to our rooms for me? Just the wolf, the dog and the stag.”

“Yes sir, Master Harry Potter!” Dobby squeaked, “Can Dobby be doing anything else for masters?”

“Er-that’s all for now,” Harry said, and watched as Dobby eagerly picked up the stuffed animals and vanished. Fawkes gave a trill of satisfaction and flew over to land on Harry’s shoulder, startling the brunet who had forgotten about the phoenix. The firebird’s comforting weight on his shoulder reassured Harry and he looked over at Draco, “Okay; I’m ready to go.”

“Very well,” Draco nodded, walking over to the bedroom door and closing it so that he could turn it into a portal; he opened the door and gestured for Harry to go through first. As soon as he passed through the doorway Fawkes vanished and Harry was greeted by loud squealing and found himself caught up in a suffocating hug with a face full of bushy hair.

“Oh my God Harry!” Hermione cried, squeezing him tightly, “You’re okay! We were so worried! Are you okay? What did they do to you? Are you hurt? Where have you been?”

“Hermione! Let him breath!” Harry heard Ron’s familiar voice and gave him a grateful smile as Hermione released him and he gasped in a few mouthfuls of air; “I’m glad you’re back Mate;” Ron grinned, “Had everyone in a right state, you did. Where was he Draco?” Harry turned and looked at Draco, who had been talking quietly with Narcissa on the couch.

“He was in the old Potter home in Godric’s Hollow,” Draco replied, “Although I’m not sure how he got there…”

“Perhaps his bonding ring activated when he was in danger?” Hermione suggested.

“No; it would have brought him back to the realm,” Narcissa said; she stood up and approached Harry, enfolding him in a gentle hug; “It is good to see you have returned safely; are you alright Harry dear?”

“I-I’m fine Narcissa,” Harry blushed as he returned the hug briefly, “Although…my ribs do hurt a bit.”

“It was the amulet,” Luna’s dreamy voice distracted everyone as they looked over to the corner where the blond girl was standing on her head; “It was blessed with protection charms by the Rowan Fairy’s.”

“What are you talking about?” Hermione demanded irritably, “Rowan Fairy’s? Really Luna? Can’t you be serious for even a moment?”

“Actually, Rowan Fairy’s live in our realm,” Narcissa corrected Hermione, frowning at her for making fun of Luna; “We have many different types of fairy’s, and Rowan Fairies are known for their protective magic. Harry, are you wearing an amulet?”

“I have the one that Draco gave me for my birthday,” Harry replied, pulling the amulet out of his shirt, “I wear it most of the time.” Narcissa smiled at him.

“Ah yes; that amulet does have numerous protection charms on it,” she said, “I would not be surprised to find that one feature of the amulet would be to bring its wearer to a safe place when they are in danger. Now, we should get to the hospital wing; the rest of your friends are waiting there, and I am certain the headmaster will be coming to find you soon.”

“I feel fine,” Harry protested, “Can’t I just…” he trailed off as he realized he didn’t really want to stay in the room until he could be sure of which memories were true; “Fine; let’s get this over with.” He led the way out of the room, and everyone noticed the way he avoided Draco, linking arms with Luna instead.

“What’s wrong with Harry?” Hermione whispered as she and Ron dropped back to walk with Draco and Narcissa, “Did the two of you have a fight?”

“No,” Draco replied quietly, “Dumbledore and Smith trapped him in a nightmare where I-I abused him; he says he does not know what is real, and so he does not trust me right now. We need Sev to come back so we can use the Veritas Memoria potion; that is, if Fawkes returns.”

“There are other ways for him to verify his memories,” Narcissa assured her son, “After Madam Pomfrey checks him over we can work on that; don’t worry Darling-Harry won’t avoid you forever.” Draco nodded, and they continued the rest of the way to the hospital wing in silence.

“There you are!” Madam Pomfrey exclaimed as Harry and Luna entered the hospital wing, the rest of the small group close behind, “You had everyone worried about you young man! Why, there were six other students waiting in here, including the Weasley twins.”

“Really?” Harry looked around curiously, seeing an empty hospital wing, “Where are they?”

“I’m afraid I sent them back to their dorms,” Harry spun around quickly and saw a smiling Dumbledore standing by Pomfrey’s office with Zacharias Smith; “I saw no reason for them to be here in Madam Pomfrey’s way, and the twins I had escorted off school property as they are no longer students and did not have permission to be here. Now, I really must have a word with you Harry, and then Madam Pomfrey can check you over to make sure you are alright.”

“No,” Draco glared at the headmaster, “You have already done enough damage; Harry needs to be healed, and his health is more important than anything you have to say to him. I’m sure Madam Pomfrey agrees, as it was a part of her vows to become a medi-witch; the patient’s health must always come first.”

“It will only take a moment,” Dumbledore insisted, “and it really isn’t up to you Mr. Malfoy; it is Harry’s decision to make. Come along Harry.” He gestured for Harry to join him in the office, and the brunet looked between the headmaster and Draco; he didn’t feel like he was injured too badly-his ankle didn’t even hurt anymore-and it couldn’t hurt to just hear what Dumbledore had to say…

“No, Harry!” Hermione placed a hand on his arm, having read the look on his face correctly, “I know that you aren’t sure what’s real right now, but why would Dumbledore be insisting that he speak to you before Madam Pomfrey heals you? Please Harry, just let her make sure you are okay, and then you can speak to Dumbledore.” Harry nodded and turned to the medi-witch, but he paused when Zacharias spoke.

“Harry…please,” the blond Hufflepuff said softly, “We really need to speak to you; it’s important.” Harry turned to look at him, watching warily as the other boy approached, “Don’t you remember everything that has happened? Professor Dumbledore can free you from this unwanted bond, but it needs to be done now; any delay and it will be permanent.”

“You idiot,” Draco scowled, “The bond is already permanent; we each signed the contract in blood and we exchanged vows in front of…everyone at my mother’s party. Our engagement has been approved by both my mother and Harry’s godfather, and to break the bond would kill us both.”

“What rubbish,” Dumbledore said irritably, “Sirius Black is dead; he could not approve of anything, and I am certain Harry’s aunt and uncle would not approve of this union. In fact, you have not visited your relative’s since the day Mr. Malfoy kidnapped you from their house; I believe it would be beneficial for you to spend the Christmas Holidays with them.”

“No!” Harry protested, stepping away from Zacharias and shaking his head in protest, “I can’t go back-I won’t!”

“That is enough!” Pomfrey interrupted; she had been standing aside quietly, but seeing Harry get so upset caused her to intercede; “I’m sorry Albus, but I am afraid you will have to wait to speak with Mr. Potter; I need to examine him now. Come along Harry.” She placed a firm hand on Harry’s shoulder and directed him over to a bed, drawing the curtains closed so that they would have some privacy.

“Now then, I thought I told you not to drink any more potions for one full day,” Pomfrey gave him a stern look as she gestured for him to sit down on the bed.

“I didn’t realize it was a potion!” Harry protested as he sat on the hospital bed, “I was given what I thought was some juice, and then I just suddenly started feeling dizzy and I passed out.”

“Hmm,” Pomfrey said absently as she cast a diagnostic spell on him, “and who gave you this juice?”

“I thought it was Luna, but now I think someone was using polyjuice potion,” Harry replied, “I really don’t feel that bad Madam Pomfrey.”

“Yes, well your magic levels are very low,” the nurse responded, “I’d say you need to let your magic rest until classes start tomorrow, otherwise you could collapse during class.”

“Why would my magic be low?” Harry asked, “I haven’t been using a lot of magic lately.”

“Well, perhaps the potion you drank earlier today had something to do with it,” Madam Pomfrey replied, casting another charm to detect any potions in his system, “Hmmm, yes; there is a potion in your system that I am unfamiliar with, however it reacted poorly with the contraceptive potion and has been slowly draining your magic. In fact…” The medi-witch trailed off as she cast another spell, and then frowned; Harry frowned too, as he saw a faint light streaming away from his body.

“What’s that?”

“Your magic,” Pomfrey replied, “It seems that someone has been using the potion to drain your magic, if we follow the trail we can see who it is. This is very illegal Harry, and I’m afraid it is very likely that one of your friends-or even Mr. Malfoy-may wind up being sent to Azkaban for this.”

“I-I need to know,” Harry said, “Whoever is doing this-I can’t trust them. And Draco-after the past few days, I just don’t know what to think anymore; but…you said that it was just this morning that I took that potion?”

“Yes,” Pomfrey confirmed, “When taken incorrectly it can cause the person drinking it to be trapped in a nightmare that seems to last days, or even months if no one wakes them up. Anything that you recall happening after Quidditch practice was most likely part of a forced-hallucination.”

“Oh,” Harry said softly, “That means Draco didn’t really…but I still need to know.” Harry nodded decisively and hopped down from the bed; before Pomfrey could stop him he wrenched the curtains open-and they both gasped when they saw the pale trail of his magic leading to Dumbledore.

“Oh good-Harry is in good health I expect?” Dumbledore said cheerfully, “Then it is time he and I had a little chat; in here please Harry.”

“Albus, how could you?” Madam Pomfrey demanded, her voice shaking, “Stealing magic-and from a student!” She glared at the headmaster and cast a charm so that everyone could see the trail of magic seeping out of Harry and into the headmaster.

“You had no authority to cast such a spell,” Dumbledore replied icily, “Such magic should not be used on a patient without my express permission; what I do is for all of us-for the Greater Good-and you do not have the right to question me or my motives. Now, Poppy, I need you to lock the doors so that I can correct this little mistake you have made.”

“I will do no such thing!” Pomfrey said indignantly, casting a quick body-bind at the headmaster; Dumbledore wasn’t expecting it, so he was caught unawares, “My oath to my patients comes first, and I will not stand by and allow you to take advantage of Mr. Potter in such a way; I am going to contact the minister.” She pointed her wand at the connection between Harry and Dumbledore; “Finite Incantum. You just sit down and rest Harry dear. Narcissa-I trust you to make sure no one enters or leaves the hospital wing while I am in my office.”

“Of course,” Narcissa bowed her head, icy-blue eyes narrowed at Dumbledore, “Do you happen to have a pensieve we can use?”

“In the cupboard over there,” Pomfrey nodded to a plain wooden cupboard against the far wall; “The ward prevents anyone under the age of eighteen from opening the doors, however you should have no problem opening it. The body-bind won’t last very long, so you should re-cast it every few moments to make sure he doesn’t break free; we will allow the minister to deal with him. As for you, Mr. Smith-you just sit over there-“she pointed at a chair outside her office, “and don’t move until I return.” Having issued her orders Madam Pomfrey entered her office and closed the door behind her.

“I can’t believe Dumbledore did that,” Harry said, “How could he?”

“Are you okay Harry?” Draco demanded, “Did Pomfrey say how long he’s been draining your magic?”

“I feel fine,” Harry replied, “and no, she didn’t say. It’s-this whole thing is crazy! Where did Luna go?”

“She went to tell Neville and the others that you are safe,” Hermione replied, taking Harry by the arm and directing him over to a bed, “If you don’t come to supper then we have plans to meet afterwards. Ron left too; he went to contact the twins and let them know Draco found you.” Harry nodded his understanding and allowed his friend to make him sit down.

“Why are you getting a pensieve?” he asked Narcissa, watching as she opened the cabinet and brought out a simple stone bowl.

“A pensieve will allow you to review your memories and see the difference between what truly happened and what that potion caused you to believe happened,” Narcissa replied as she handed him the pensieve, “Now, first think of something that you know happened, beyond the shadow of a doubt.” Harry frowned and closed his eyes as he thought, and settled on the memory of defeating the troll in first year; he concentrated and then opened his eyes to watch as he placed the silver strand of memory into the pensieve. While he was doing this, Narcissa took a moment to renew the body-bind on the head master.

“Good,” Narcissa gave Harry a warm smile, “Now concentrate on your memories of today, starting with when you returned to the castle this morning and ending with Madam Pomfrey walking into her office.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed, once again closing his eyes as he concentrated on the memory; this one was much longer, and he had a slight headache when he finally placed it into the pensieve to view.

“Here,” Draco was ready with a headache potion, which Harry recognized by the color and he drank it down gratefully.

“Thanks,” he offered Draco a small smile before ducking his head and saying softly, “I-I don’t really want everyone to see what happened; it’s pretty bad and…”

“I’d like to view it with you,” Draco said just as softly, “I need to know what happened, what Dumbledore made you believe I did to you.”

“And you may need someone to point out the differences between a real memory and the false ones,” Hermione added, “If-if it was really as bad as you say then you may get too caught up in the memory to tell what’s true and what isn’t.”

“Okay,” Harry agreed reluctantly, “but only if he swears a Wizards Oath to not tell anyone about what he sees without my permission.”

“Very well,” Draco nodded, holding his wand aloft, “I, Draco Malfoy, swear upon my magic not to reveal any details of Harry Potter’s memories without his permission.” Draco’s wand emitted a golden spark that sealed the promise.

“Good; why don’t the two of you make yourselves comfortable on the bed?” Narcissa suggested, “I can set up a ward so that you will not be disturbed, and Miss Granger and I can keep an eye on Dumbledore.” Everyone agreed to this, and Draco wasted no time in climbing up beside Harry on the bed, although he was careful not to touch him as Harry still seemed wary of him.

“You go first Lion,” Draco said, “I’ll be right behind you.” Harry nodded his agreement, and leaned over the pensieve until his nose touched the silvery substance inside; a few seconds later Draco followed suit and Narcissa immediately erected a protective circle around the bed.

“I have never seen that particular magic used before,” Hermione noted interestedly, “Is it something taught at Hogwarts?”

“No,” Narcissa shook her head, “Well, protection circles are generally taught during seventh year; this one, however, uses Fae magic and would therefore be useless to most of the students here. This also makes it less likely that someone will be able to break through the wards and interrupt Harry and Draco.”

“Is there something similar you could use for the head master?” Hermione asked eagerly, “If Fae magic is useless to wizards without any Fae blood, then he shouldn’t be able to escape from that, right?”

“I should have thought of that myself,” Narcissa replied, re-casting the binding spell once again, “It takes a bit more time, however I believe it would be worth it. I need you to keep an eye on things and make sure I am not interrupted until I complete the circle; I am not certain exactly how long this will take, so make sure you cast the binding spell on Dumbledore again every few moments.”

“Okay,” Hermione agreed, excited to see Fae magic at work. Narcissa smiled at her and then closed her eyes as she began to slowly walk a circle around Dumbledore, chanting softly in a language Hermione had never heard before.

It was several minutes before Narcissa finished; during that time Madame Pomfrey had returned from her office-she said that the minister was in a meeting with the Muggle Prime Minister and would be there as soon as possible-and Hermione re-cast the binding spell three times. The medi-witch was slightly upset about foreign magic being used in her infirmary, but she had to agree with Hermione’s reasoning when the younger witch explained that it would be more secure as Dumbledore-to their knowledge-did not have any Fae powers. When Narcissa finally completed the binding circle-it glowed a faint blue and the headmaster was encased in what appeared to be ice, although Narcissa explained that it was a substance to restrict his magic-she was pale and shaky, and Madame Pomfrey wasted no time in getting her seated on a bed with a glass of water as she cast several diagnostic spells to make sure that Narcissa was okay.

“I am fine Poppy,” Narcissa said, “Just a little tired; it is hard to draw on Fae magic in the wizarding world, and even more so inside Hogwarts due to all the wards around the school. How long until the minister is here?”

“He said he will be here as soon as he possibly can,” Pomfrey replied, “He is currently with the Muggle Prime Minister, trying to come up with safety plans for the Muggles; over the weekend You-Know-Who attacked a small town outside of London-there were six families living there that consisted of one Muggle parent and one magical parent, and he killed them all except for children under the age of eight.”

“What did he do with the children?” Hermione asked fearfully.

“He-he took them,” the nurse replied, “No one knows where, but they think he is either planning to torture them or place them with loyal Death Eaters and train them to follow his views.”

“That’s terrible!” Hermione cried; Narcissa remained quiet, but the stricken look in her pale blue eyes spoke volumes; “Someone has to go after them! The aurors-they’re looking for them, right?”

“I don’t know,” Pomfrey said sadly, “There hasn’t been any more news, and Dumbledore wanted the information kept quiet until tomorrow; he said that he needed to speak to Harry alone before someone else could tell him of the attack and make him feel responsible for it.”

“He did not tell Harry though,” Narcissa pointed out, “Harry was in his office earlier today-that would have been the perfect opportunity to tell him…” She trailed off thoughtfully and then shook her head; “I have no idea what he has planned, however I am certain that he intends for Harry to feel guilty about the…the attacks; he may have wanted to goad him into retaliating, although I cannot see how he would profit from that…”

“Well, when the minister gets here and arrests him maybe they’ll use veritaserum,” Hermione suggested, “Then we can find out all of his plans.” As she spoke there was a loud commotion in Madame Pomfrey’s office, and moments later Rufus Scrimgeour stepped into the room followed by a team of eight aurors; there was a flash of satisfaction in his eyes when he saw Dumbledore captured, and then he turned and bowed to the three witches in the room.

“Mrs. Malfoy, Madame Pomfrey,” He said cordially, and then offered a tight smile to Hermione Granger, “And you must be Hermione Granger; you ladies did a fine job capturing Albus Dumbledore, but what are Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy doing?”

“It’s a type of therapy,” Madame Pomfrey replied, “Dumbledore has put Harry through quite an ordeal the past few hours, and having Mr. Malfoy view the memories with him is a way to help him heal.”

“Yes, we need to know exactly what happened here,” the minister said, “Normally Kinglsey Shacklebot would take your statements, however since he and the headmaster were close I asked Madame Bones to be here instead. Amelia?” Madam Bones stepped out of the office with a solemn expression on her face and nodded to the people assembled in the room.

“I am ready to begin Minister,” she said, taking a seat in a chair beside one of the hospital beds, “Who would like to begin?”

“Ron should really be here,” Hermione said fretfully, “as he was the one to see Harry vanish earlier, but I suppose I can tell you what he told me, and then you can speak to him later?”

“That would be acceptable,” Madam Bones agreed, “Please proceed; begin by stating your full name.”

Over the next hour or so, Hermione, Madame Pomfrey and Narcissa took turns describing what had happened, and Madam Bones’ face became even grimmer, while the minister had a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes.

“Well, we really need Mr. Potter’s testimony,” the minister said once the three witches had finished telling them what happened. At that moment, there was a bright flash of light, and when it cleared they could see Albus Dumbledore looking at them triumphantly, free of Narcissa’s binding circle; one wordless spell later he had every wand in the room in his hand, and he quickly pocketed them.

“I am afraid that won’t be possible,” the headmaster said cheerfully, “When I get finished, no one in this room will remember any of the events of the past few days. Now, where to begin?” He held his wand aloft thoughtfully for a moment before finally taking aim, “Yes, I believe I shall take care of you first…” Before he could cast a spell however, there was a loud cry and a flash of fire…

AN: So, no real confrontation between Harry and Dumbles, but he has to take care of himself first. This chapter would have been out sooner, but I had a hard time finding a good place to stop…still didn’t really find one, but I really wanted to get this out. Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and thanks for sticking with me throughout these long lulls in between chapters; it really makes me smile to see the reviews ^_^
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Harry Potter and the Goblin King