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Harry Potter and The Equitum Solis Surgentes	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter two: Old Enemies, New Friends

Malfoy entered the dark office, it was early in the morning, much too early for people to begin arriving for work. He looked around, searching for something then his eyes landed on a small form lying on one of the desks. Draco moved closer, his robes whispering gently across the purple carpet. He placed two mugs of hot coffee onto the desk and leaned over the figure, he frowned slightly. Harry potter was unconscious, his glasses knocked askew, a smudge of blueish ink on his cheek and the ends of his fingers which rested beside his face. A quill lay on a piece of parchment covered in the man's untidy scrawl, his eyes were closed and his mouth slightly open, black locks of hair fell across one pale cheek. "Potter?" Malfoy reached for the sleeping Auror but before his long fingers could get close to him Harry cried out, he sat bolt upright and fell off of his chair and onto the floor. He gazed around with half wild eyes, his fingers searching for his wand. Malfoy frowned, crossing his arms across his chest as the other man gazed blearily at him through his wonky glasses.

"M-Malfoy?" He muttered, straightening his glasses before clearing his throat in embarrassment. "I Uh...I'm sorry..." He climbed unsteadily to his feet and attempted to straighten out his robes.

"I brought you something to drink." Draco said, nodding towards the two steaming cups.

Harry blinked stupidly at them for a moment before returning his gaze to Draco. "You did?"

"Yes." Malfoy didn't elaborate. He took a chair from another desk and turned it so he was facing the Auror. "The minister has asked that I help you on this case, Potter."

Harry yawned and slumped back into his seat, rubbing tired green eyes. "Mm? How come?" He asked.

"As I am..." Malfoy paused, feeling uncomfortable admitting his mistakes. "Proficient in the Dark Arts, I may be able to recognise something that you may miss."

Harry nodded slightly. "I guess..." his eyes lingered on the steaming mug of coffee for a while, in his mind he could hear a rough voice; Constant Vigilance!

"I haven't poisoned it, if that's what you're thinking." Malfoy said testily. "If I wanted you dead I could have done it while you were sleeping...isn't that a bad habit for an Auror?"

Harry smiled slightly and shook his head before picking up the mug. "Yeah, probably...and er...Thanks." He took a sip, slightly disconcerted by the way Malfoy was watching him, those cold grey eyes brining back shared memories of arguments and attacks.

"So, tell me what you have so far." Malfoy demanded, Harry sent him a frown.

"This is my case, Malfoy...I don't want you taking over..."

"Really Potter..." Malfoy rolled his eyes before leaning over and grabbing a sheaf of parchment. His eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher Harry's inept handwriting. "This is...Unreadable...how on earth do your Aurors read this?"

Harry frowned and shifted the mug from one hand to the other before snatching the parchment from Malfoy. "They do just fine." He said slightly mulishly. "There's nothing wrong with my handwriting..."

"Whatever, tell me what you have so far."

Harry spoke slowly, pausing only to sip the coffee, enjoying the slight boost of energy. "Well, so far I can only discover the obvious. He's pureblood, father called Frederick Gamp, Mother called Auriel...maiden name..." He shifted through his notes before stopping. "Flint. Then, I found his birth records, family tree, his work records...and that's about it."

"Nothing I couldn't have saved you the trouble of researching." Malfoy muttered sipping his own drink.

Harry scowled slightly. "And you didn't think to tell me this before I started it? I thought Kingsley asked you to help me, not sit back and watch me waste my time..." He grumbled, slumping lower in his seat.

"Will you ever grow up?" Malfoy sighed. "Look, we should be looking into his history..."

"I know." Harry sat up straighter. "Would be a lot easier if I had access to a computer..." he muttered vaguely, grabbing his quill.

"A...what?" Draco asked in confusion.

"Never mind." Harry sighed. "It's a muggle contraption, it allows you to access a..." He shook his head. "You know what? You wouldn't understand."

"I'm not thick, Potter." Malfoy sneered.

"I know, I was just saying you wouldn't get it. It's...complicated...even for me."

Slowly Draco nodded, still feeling slightly stung. "So, where do we start?"

"His criminal records..." Harry replied as he stood. "Come on, I'll show you where we keep them."

Draco followed Harry down the corridor, they passed numerous doors until Harry stopped. He removed his wand from his pocket and tapped the door in a quick pattern. There were several loud clunks, the noise of a rusty old bolt drawing back and the door swung open. It was dark in the room, dark and musty, smelling of old parchment and stale air. Harry waved his wand and several gas lamps ignited revealing impossibly huge towers of filing cabinets. They reached the ceiling, creating long corridors between them as they spanned the impossible room. Draco gazed around in wonder at it all.

Harry strode down one of the corridors, his eyes seeming to search for something on the sides of the cabinets. Finally he stopped. "Brock..." He muttered, an extremely long and dusty ladder slid towards him when he lifted his hand. He climbed it, nearly at the very top and Draco had to squint to see him clearly. He rummaged within the massive draw before exclaiming. "Ah ha!" he slid down the ladder and turned, waving the file at Malfoy. "His record." He moved over to a set of tables and chairs that been placed for the purpose of studying the files and threw the thing down, a cloud of grey erupted around them and Harry coughed. "Ugh...sorry." Once the dust was clear he sat down, Draco sat at his side and leaned over to read the file.

NAME: AVITUS BROCK

AGE: 52

STATUS: PURE

MARITAL: MARRIED – MARCIA BROCK (Nee YAXLEY) AGE: 50

CHILDREN: ABRAHAM BROCK – (Recently suspended from Hogwarts.) AGE: 15

EMPLOYMENT: TEACHER, ANCIENT RUNES/GOVERNOR, HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY.

ACTIVITIES: Known D/E. Strong loyalty to L.V. Current Status: WATCHED.

25/11/98 – Little to no activity. Nothing suspicious.

04/12/98 – No activity.

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Harry frowned at the papers. In front of the man's details there as a massive red stamp, which read: CLEARED OF SUSPICION. "What?" He yelped, making Draco jump. "He was watched for two months and then...nothing! No one was putting anything in the report! This is..." he slammed the file shut with a loud curse. "I'll have words with my team! We keep all known Death Eaters under strict observation!"

"You do?" Malfoy's eyes widened.

"Yes, do you honestly think we'd let..." He realised who he was speaking to and fell back into his seat with a heavy sigh. "Sorry, yeah, we're watching you and your family."

Draco frowned, his right hand moving to his left forearm almost absently. "I should have expected as much, really, I shouldn't be this shocked." He muttered.

"Uh...how...how is it?" Harry asked, nodding towards Draco's arm.

The blond shook his head and drew up the sleeve of his robe. "Gone. Hasn't come back since..."

"Good..." Harry tried to smile but there were just too many unspoken things between them, so he turned back to the file in his hands. "I'll have to go home now...I'll come back early tomorrow and have words with my staff...I'm sure I made sure every Death Eater was under close surveillance..." he shook his head. "I'm too tired to deal with this now." He stood and, after replacing Brock's file, he led Malfoy away from the strange room and back into the well lit corridor. With a few taps of his wand the door was sealed once again. "Will I be seeing you here tomorrow?" he asked as they began making their way back to the lifts.

"I think that is what the Minister had in mind..."

Harry nodded. "Then, good night, Malfoy."

The blond paused, seeming to struggle with something before holding out his hand stiffly. "Draco, please." He muttered.

Harry was almost too shocked to speak, he took the proffered hand in his own firmly. "Then...I guess you should call me Harry..." He replied.

"Well, I will see you tomorrow Po-Harry..." Draco turned away and left Harry feeling mildly bemused.

When he returned home the house was quiet. It was just after seven according to his watch, he stepped into the hall.

"Filth..."

"Oh, will you be quiet!" He hissed at Sirius's mother. "I would have thought you'd be over all this by now...how long have we been living here?"

The painted woman looked affronted. "I will not be spoken to like that from a traitorous brat!"

Harry rolled his eyes, this was a regular argument. After having managed to quell the woman's awful screams and coming to a kind of tense truce, he found that she would always try and snipe at him from the shadows. "Get with the times, Walburga, Voldemort's gone...I destroyed him. This stupid hatred is tiresome."

The woman huffed. "Still, I do not like my house being used by Bloodtraitors...where is your pride, young man?"

"Whatever." Harry sighed and walked away from her. He yawned as he stepped into the kitchen, waving his wand to light the lamps. He sat down and covered his face in his hands. For weeks there had been numerous attacks on Muggle's and muggle-borns. They were becoming more and more frequent, even after Voldemorts fall Harry had been swamped by constant stress. He was surprised he hadn't gone grey early. Ginny was constantly worried about him, he didn't sleep much and suffered prolonged nightmares as he was haunted by memories. When he close his eyes he could still see teh faces of the dead, staring at him and accusing him. Why hadn't he saved them? Why hadn't he been quicker in discovering the Horcruxes? It was as if he was being punished, and he was...in a way. He was punishing himself for allowing all those people to die, he had been reckless, too obsessed over his task to prevent Voldemorts forces from murdering people he had known, people he had loved and cared for. Fred, Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Moody, Dobby, Colin Creevey, even Snape...the list was endless. He took a shaky breath, trying to reign in his emotions. If he was going to do his job properly he had to keep it impersonal, even though he knew it was no longer that way, not since his outburst at Teddy's Hearing.

He didn't hear the door open, or the soft footsteps as Ginny hurried to his side. She wrapped her husband in her arms, pulling him close. "Harry? Harry...what's wrong?"

"Nothing..." He whispered, his voice hoarse. "'m sorry...don't worry."

"I have to worry, I'm your wife." Ginny replied, taking his face in her hands to look into those eyes. "You need to stop blaming yourself."

"Easier said than done, Gin." He muttered, drawing away from her. "Anyway, that doesn't matter...it's all in the past."

Ginny watched him stand, staying knelt on the cold kitchen floor. "Harry...I know you've always blamed yourself for their deaths." She said softly. "Please, stop torturing yourself! It's not your fault...you did everything you could..."

Harry looked down at her and smiled weakly. "I'm fine, Ginny, really. Now...how about some breakfast..."

"Sit down, I'll take care of it." Ginny admonished him sternly. As she cooked she kept a close eye on her husband, he was looking tired. Dark circles surrounded his eyes as he stared blankly at the table, his glasses were slightly wonky from where he'd been pushing them out the way to rub his eyes, which were bloodshot. His robes were crinkled and he smelt musty, like he'd been locked in an old store room for a long time. She hated having to sit back and watch him succumb to nightmares and guilt, she wished more every day that she could heal those wounds...but they were like his scar, a permanent testament to the hard battles he'd fought all his life. "Oh, Mum said she'd take the kids for the rest of the holidays..." She said slowly, watching him for a reaction as she fried some bacon.

Harry looked up. "Oh...That's great." He said slowly.

Ginny sighed. "When you've eaten you're going straight back to bed...and I'm not taking no for an answer." She spoke over his sputtering protests, waving her wand threateningly at him.

Suddenly the door was pushed open revealing a boy with untidy black hair. He rubbed his eyes and yawned as he shuffled into the room, his green eyes alighted on his father and he grinned. He had a teddy bear clutched in his hands and he slid into his father's lap. "Good morning, Al...did you sleep alright?" Harry asked, looking down into his sons eyes.

"Yeah...But James woke me up too early." He yawned again. "Told me I had snakes in my bed..."

"I'll have words with that boy...honestly, if he's going to turn into a George clone I'll make him look after him!" Ginny muttered as she made some bacon sandwiches.

Harry chuckled, rubbing Al's hair. "Why can't Uncle George look after James? He's mean..." Al muttered sulkily, burying himself into his father's robes.

"Because Dad loves me more than he does you, squirt." James said as he walked in through the door.

"James, don't say things like that." Harry said.

"Sorry." James hopped up onto a seat. "Mum, Lily's crying..."

Ginny sighed, wiping her hands on a dishcloth before turning to Harry. "Will you go?"

"Sure." Harry stood, dislodging Albus who poked his tongue out at his brother. He left the kitchen and went upstairs to Lily's room. The little girl was lying in her bed, tears pouring down her face. "Lily, what's wrong?" Harry asked, sitting down.

"D-D-Daddy!" She cried and threw herself into his arms.

"Shh...calm down." He muttered, pulling away enough to wipe tears from her cheeks. "What happened?"

Lily sniffled, wiping her eyes on her pyjama sleeve. "J-James is gunna leave soon...a-and I d-don't want him...t-to g-g-go!"

"Hey, it's alright. He's just going to school, there's nothing to worry about. He'll be back for the holidays..."

Lily nodded slowly, and sat back. "Can I have breakfast?" She asked.

"Come on then..." Harry lifted her up, into the air making her giggle. "I heard that a certain someone was going to stay with Grandma Weasley...is that true?" He asked as he carried his daughter down the stairs.

"Yeah! James said that Nanny will let us play with the gnomes!" She exclaimed.

"Uh...I think he's lying to you." Harry said. He doubted Molly Weasley would let her grandchildren play with those filthy mouthed creatures, especially when they could bite quite hard.

"Aw, but I wanted to play with them..." Lily said in disappointment. She sat on her Dad's shoulders, high above the floor, wiggling her legs. Harry had to duck really low to enter the kitchen before depositing his daughter on a chair.

"James, please stop making up stories..." Harry turned to his eldest who pulled a face.

"I was only saying that Granny Weasley has Gnomes...Hey, Dad, did you know they swear?" He said, his eyes wide.

"Yes...I did. But if you ever repeat those words, I'll make sure snakes end up in your bed, for real this time." Harry sat down with a heavy sigh. Ginny stood behind him, rubbing his shoulders as he tipped his head back to look up at her.

"You're no fun." James muttered, as he picked up his sandwich and began eating.

"No, because I'm a boring old adult." Harry replied with a smirk.

"Dad is Soooo fun." Al muttered darkly. "He's an Auror! That's cool."

"Well yeah, but all he does is boring old paper work." James replied with a shrug. "Ted reckons that he'll get to become an Auror."

"Only if his grades improve." Harry replied.

"But he's smart, and he told me that at Hogwarts, if you get into Slytherin house you get stink bombed by all the other houses!" James glanced at his father who saw the worry in his face.

"I don't think that's true somehow." Harry said. "There's nothing wrong with Slytherin house, James."

James shrugged. "I know that, but Teddy reckons..."

"I think Teddy's been filling your head with nonsense." Ginny said with a smile.

"Alright, it's not just Ted, Uncle Ron say's the same." James finished eating.

"I wouldn't trust anything your Uncle Ron say's, he's mad." Harry replied. "Ended up in St. Mungos for serious shock therapy...now he-..." Ginny kicked him under the table and he laughed. "Sorry."

"Is that true?" James's eyes were huge.

"No, idiot." Al replied, kicking his legs underneath the table. "Daddy was joking."

"I'm not an idiot! At least I didn't wet my pants at the thought of snakes in my bed! Scaredy cat."

"I'm not a scardey cat!" Al whinged. "Dad! Tell him!"

"James, your brother isn't a scaredey cat." Harry said automatically as an owl flew in through the fireplace. It landed on the table, dropped its daily prophet and Ginny gave it a Knut before it flew off again.

"My article must have been published." She said and picked it up off the table. Harry put his hand over hers, to prevent her from opening it.

"Uh...might be best if we don't open it in front of the kids." He said pointedly.

She seemed to understand what he was saying and she nodded. James and Al argued good naturedly in the background while Lily ate her breakfast slowly and in silence.
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