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Ignorance Lost	By : dragynphyre Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Ignorance Lost (2/?)

Author: Dragyn Phyre

Rating: eh, PG for now, R & NC-17 later.

Warnings: OC, OOC (but, for a reason), SLASH'D (eventually, and pun intented;) )

Pairings: (in no particular top/bottom, bottom/top order...)Harry/Draco, Snape/OC, Lupin/Sirius, Ron/Hermione (nothing graphic:P), Possible Fred/GeorgeTwincest

Beta:Getty & Vicki

Archived: AFF.Net and moon_reversed (community on livejournal). Want it? Let me know.

Summary and all Disclaimers are in Prologue.

ThankyouThankyouThankyouThankyou!:

Phoenix: For helping me with some of the English/British phrasings^_^ x_x ty*_*

Alexy: ALSO for helping me with the English/British phrasings:P

Edit Sorry...I accidently uploaded the same version of chapter 2 -_-;;. THIS is the new one. Again, just small things changed (scroll to almost the end to see the main change), but important for later on.

Reviews will get Chapter 3 posted soon:P *shameless review whore*

A/N: This chapter is a lot shorter than I had intended it to be, but it was such a convenient dropping point that I just HAD to leave it there.

Also, I'm moving the review replies to up here. I remember reading that if you put the replies at the bottom, people think that the chapter is longer and I don't want to cheat you guys like that:P

Reviewer replies:

Vera Lynn - The chapters will probably vary in length. This chapter is relatively short, for example, but chapter 3 will, hopefully, be quite a bit longer. And don't worry about the confusion...that's how you're supposed to be right now;)

Thrnbrooke - LoL, you're welcome, and you'll see...I can't tell ya yet;) But don't worry, it's coming along:)

Alison - LoL, I guess you still don't have your answers, but I DID update:D 2 out of 3 ain't bad...right? :P

Drisowen - I know, cliffies are evil...but necessary;) Hope you like the new one^_^

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Chapter 2

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Breakfast was a strained affair even though Mr. Weasley and Lupin had apparently already eaten and were nowhere to be seen by the time Harry, Ron, and Ginny were called downstairs for their own meals. The three of them took turns eyeing each other, the sparsely filled platters before them and Mrs. Weasly who would alternately snap at them, then apologize tearfully and clasp them tightly, raining kisses on any part of their heads and faces that she could get to.

"Mum..." Ron looked up from where he had leaned over his plate, more to protect his face and eyes from another kissing storm than to shorten the distance his food traveled to his mouth. He waited until she had looked up from wiping her eyes after the latest bout. "Mum...are you pregnant again?" Harry and Ginny ducked closer to their plates to hide their grins as Mrs. Weasley started sputtering in denial.

She was still going on like that when her husband and Lupin returned, though it quickly died down at the grim faces the men wore. An almost imperceptible flick of her wand sent the now empty dishes to the sink. "How about you children go on upstairs and get to packing? We have a meeting tonight in London, so we'll be staying there for a bit." Ginny perked up. "Yes, Ginny, you can owl Hermione to let her know. She can meet us there later."

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"Why do parents always do that? They act like we can't tell something's going on!" Ron's grumbling could barely be heard over his stomping, but Ginny and Harry nodded in agreement. "Why can't they just-.. Mmhph?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Ron, I swear you're such an idiot!" Her brother drew himself up insulted, and attempted to shake off the hand that she had firmly covering his mouth with. "Think of it this way," she continued patiently, holding up a length of flesh colored string, "stomping takes longer to go up the stairs than running, and the more time you waste on these stairs, the less time we have to use the Extendable Ears!"

Ron's eyes widened over her hand before he grinned and bolted up the remaining stairs. Ginny and Harry followed on his heels, straight to the twins' old room, which was conveniently located right over the kitchen. The door wasn't even shut yet before Ginny had started the Ears on its way.

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"I don't know Molly...I popped over there when Arthur told me about the note. Mad-eye and Tonks were there too, got the same message, but according to them, other than Kreacher muttering to himself more than usual, and Mrs. Black screaming enough to almost knock herself off the wall, nothing seems out of the ordinary." Lupin ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair.

Mrs. Weasley poured herself a cup of tea, but didn't drink from it. "Do you think we should floo Dumbledore?" Mr. Weasley came up behind her to rest his hands on her shoulders. "Molly, dear, it'll be fine. I'm sure there was a reason we're all being called in. If there's still no one there when we arrive, we can floo him then." Mrs. Weasley nodded, frowning in concern.

She sighed and set her untouched tea onto the counter. "I'd better go check on the kids. They've been a bit too quiet for my liking." Mr. Weasley stepped back to allow his wife room to pass, and frowned when she stopped abruptly at the foot of the stairs.

"Molly?" She was glaring intensely at a spot on the floor. Following her gaze, he noticed a telltale pink glob inching away from the furious woman, and sighed. "Well dear, you couldn't really expect them not to at least try something, could you?" The look she sent him made him flinch and turn away.

She turned back to the Extendable Ear, and stomped on the string. Faint yelps of pain were heard from upstairs. She bent down and picked it up, speaking directly into the blobby end. "Alright then, you wanted to listen to something, you're going to listen to me now!" She stalked to the foot of the stairs and glared up them. "I want you down here in FIVE minutes, fully packed, ready to go, and Ginevra, I want that owl to the Granger's sent immediately! This is not the time to be piddling around! NOW GET MOVING!"

There was a thud from upstairs, then the sound of running feet and objects being shoved into containers. Mrs. Weasley spun around, startled, when there was another thud, right behind her. Lupin and Mr. Weasley were standing at the exit, glaring at the closed door, and clutching their noses. She took a deep sigh. 'Men...'

"Arthur, how about you floo the boys and let them know what's going on. Remus, you go on and get your stuff ready. We'll wait for you here." Lupin and Arthur nodded once, in agreement, and then to each other as they parted ways, one through the backdoor, the other in search of the floo powder.

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Upstairs, Harry was helping Ron throw clothes, books, posters and anything else he was handed into Ron's open trunk. Ginny had finished packing and was trying to tie Hermione's note to Pigwidgeon's leg, but the over hyper owl kept dancing from one clawed foot to another, making it nearly impossible. She finally managed it and sent it on its way just they heard Mrs. Weasley's footsteps outside the door.

Ginny ran to join Harry with standing on Ron's trunk to help hold it closed while Ron struggled to lock it.

"All packed? Ready to go?" Mrs. Weasley frowned at them, and her still struggling son. "Oh for Heavens sake, Harry, Ginny, move aside." Ron gave up the struggle and backed up to join his friend and sister by the window. Mrs. Weasley took over, and started sorting the clothes and odds-and-ends with seemingly random flicks of her wand. "Ginny, have you sent the Grangers a letter yet?"

"Yes, mother, Pig just left."

"Right then, and your father is flooing your brothers, so that takes care of that." An unpaired sock flew out of the trunk, and books lifted themselves out to hover in place while the sound of clothes and paper settling filled the air. When Mrs. Weasley was satisfied with the results, she allowed the books to lower themselves back into the trunk before closing and locking it.

"There now, Reducio*!" She bent down and picked up a now toy-sized chest, and handed it to Ron. "Put that in your pocket, dear. Come on, Ginny, your turn." Ginny groaned, but allowed herself to be led out of the room and down the hall.

As soon as his mother and sister were out of sight, Ron let out a sigh of relief so loud and so unexpected that it made Harry start. "Man, you wouldn't believe how mental mum's been lately!" He inched over to the empty doorway, peered around the corner anxiously, then pulled the door quietly shut and leaned back against it tiredly. "Ever since dad dragged Lupin home, she's been absolutely nuts!"

Harry stared at his friend, confused. "She was pretty mad at him last night too, but what do you mean, "dragged him"? And nuts? What did he do?"

Ron gave him a disbelieving look. "You mean you didn't notice? Have you even looked at him? He's even skinnier than he was when he was teaching!" Harry was still staring at him uncomprehendingly, and Ron ran his hand through his hair, making it stand on end. "You didn't notice...did you?" Ron snorted in amusement. "And 'Mione says I'm clueless!" He crossed the room, and fell onto the bed closest to the window Harry was reclining against. "Look, don't get too upset, but last night when Lupin got here, Ginny and I overheard them talking, and from what we managed to pick up, Lupin isn't doing so well for himself-"

"Of course he's not!" Harry interjected angrily. "Dumbledore was the only one to ever give him a chance! No one will hire a werewolf, no one will stop to help him, the only people he has are us!" Ron held his hands up placatingly. They listened in silence as a set of footsteps passed the door.

The stairs creaked, then another set of footsteps was heard, and the door opened to admit Ginny. She closed it behind her and leaned back on it as Ron had done. "What's going on?"

"Lupin."

"Ah." Ginny slid down the door, carefully avoiding splinters, and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of it. She eyed Harry from her place, safely across the room. 'Let's see...throbbing vein (dad gets that too sometimes...wonder if it's a guy thing? Nah, mum gets them all the time...), teeth grinding, refusing to meet anyone's eyes...yup, he's pissed.'

Ron leaned forward, trying to catch Harry's eyes. "Look mate, it's not that...Snape told dad that he hadn't seen him since you left, not even for the Wolfsbane. Then when he went to look for him, he found him unconcious from dehydration and lack of food."

"You know Snape doesn't like him, and even he was concerned!" Ginny cut in eargently. "Harry, this is serious!"

'Sirius...?' A muscle in Harry's upper arm twitched, and his hand automatically went to rub at it, then scratch at it absentmindedly when it turned into an itch.

"Harry?" Ginny frowned at his lack of reaction, then suddenly stood and leapt away from the door a moment before it opened for her mother.

"Arthur is speaking to George right now, Harry." Mrs. Weasley motioned for them to follow her back out of the door and down the stairs. "He says that they forgot to give your trunk back to you last night, so he'll just bring it along with him. Hedwig showed up while I was downstairs, I've already sent her off to meet us there."

They entered the kitchen just as the flames in the fireplace changed from the floo-green to normal red and orange flickers. Mr. Weasley stood from the crouching position he had been in to talk to his sons, and turned to face them. "All ready to go? Right then, we'll be side-by-side Apparating, so Harry, you go on with Remus, Ron, you'll be going with me. Molly, dear, you've got Ginny?"

Harry stepped closer to Lupin. The werewolf's nose twitched as he caught the unexpected scent of fresh blood, and his eyes shot down to Harry's long sleeved shirt. He slipped an arm around the younger boy's shoulder, but made a mental note to have a little discussion with his godson.

Looking around the kitchen on last time, Mrs. Weasley nodded at her husband, a resigned look in her eyes that all but screamed 'Let's just get this over and done with.' "We're all ready Arthur; let's go."

He nodded in understanding, pulled Ron a little closer, and with a loud crack, disappeared. Two more cracks sounded, then the Weasley kitchen was empty.

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"Where is he?"

"Resting."

"Still?"

"Apparently it was quite draining."

"Ahh."

Muttering under breath.

"Hmm?"

"Nothing."

More mutters.

"Ahem."

Silence.

Chuckle.

"Quite charming when he's asleep, isn't he?"

"One more word about 'Charming', and I'll shove my wand-"

"A-HEM."

Vicious mutterings.

A door slamming.

"Ahh, what fun."

Another chuckle.

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*Reducio - According to the Harry Potter Lexicon, this spell is actually the counter spell for 'Engorgio', but I figured, if it can shrink something that's been Supersized, then it can also shrink other stuff too. Creative license again, I guess you could say:P
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