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No Outlet for Anger	By : wherdatcomfrom Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5483 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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AN: Sorry these last chapters are so short.

della cerrano: I am no enemy to your feelings, so continue as you are. My story will begin to gravitate in a way that you may find more appealing, soon. I will get there, or I wouldn't have put it where it is.

kain: Man tears? Not the first I've had from my work. My stories all go through a dear friend before uploading,and he has some amazing emotional outbreaks. We collaborate on his work, when he thinks it needs a woman's POV. Spoiler alert: the boys' innocence is in for some major shocks.

Chapter Three: Illness Among the Downtrodden

Astoria had been absent from the main parts of the house for more than a week and Draco was worried about her. When he asked at her door, she only told him not to worry and dismissed him. The Ministry wards made it impossible for him to enter her room, so he had no recourse and she seemed to come out only when he was at work.

It was the first day of October, when he returned home early, that he found his wife, doubled over the counter, coughing up blood into their kitchen sink. He tried to get her to go to St. Mungo's but Astoria refused, saying simply, "No. Don't waste on me what you need for my son's care."

He called on an ex-healer, forced out of the field because of his history of treating the war survivors considered traitors by the current order. Dr. Baird MacLagen tucked the cover over Astoria on the makeshift bed in their sitting room and pushed her hair away from her face. "Sleep. I will speak with your man." he rose and went to Draco, cleaning his spectacles and sighing. "She needs three potions that will be hard to get, and very expensive. Can you pay for them, because I can get them for you, if you have money?"

Draco shook his head and Baird sighed again. "Is there anything else I can do?"

"Without the potions, her condition will get worse. She's offered a solution." Baird took a deep breath before he continued. "She wants to divorce you and put herself into the care of the 'Register'."

"The Resister? No." Draco responded knowing what his wife's future would entail with this decision.

"I've told her as much. I can give her a potion that will make her sleep. It's the cheapest course I can give you." Draco nodded, took the vial and watched the man leave.

The Register was a listing of Witches or Wizards that were ill or injured, or just had weird conditions, that couldn't afford treatments or couldn't find a cure. They could sign up to be used for experimentation by the Unspeakables and either die or be healed. There were no other results, but the burden was taken from the family and a healed wizard had accrued no new bills.

What Astoria was suggesting was a easy death that would keep her from becoming a burden. He couldn't do this. Not to his wife, the mother of his son and another surviving pure-blood.

After getting her to drink the potion, Draco crawled into his own bed, leaving the door open so that he could hear if there was a problem. He slept fitfully and woke to find Astoria sleeping peacefully, her face relaxed and beautiful again.

"Well, you look good. I’ll just go in and tell Loggins that I need to stay with you today. I won’t be gone longer than an hour." she didn’t react but he hadn’t thought she would. He picked up his wand, not liking to be completely helpless, and went out the door.

Draco opened the door and put his keys and wand on the sideboard. He looked around, sensing something off about the place and finding himself alone. He had not felt so panicked in some years and suddenly he realized. Astoria was gone.

Not only was she not in the flat, but anything reminiscent of her, from pictures to knick knacks, paraphernalia and bits of clothing was missing. Everything of Astoria’s was taken from the house, without disturbing those things that had been around them. It had to have been magic and since the aurors weren’t banging on the door to investigate the use of excessive magic in the home, there was only one guess at who it had been.

"Unspeakables. " he growled, grabbing his wand and running out of the door.

Auror Cooke looked up from the report on his desk to see the blond man standing meekly in front of him. “Mr. Malfoy?” he said.

Draco heard the tone and his head dipped even further, “I've come to get my wife.”

“Your wife? And why would you come to me for her?”

“She's missing. She was ill and then she was gone. It's been two days.”

“I think you are mistaken. She's been ill, indeed. She's been ill for months. She died, Mr. Malfoy. I'm sure you remember. It was quite a while ago.”

“No. It's been two days.” Draco insisted and Auror Cooke rose and came around his desk, threat oozed from him and Draco shrank back measurably.

“She's been dead for weeks. Go home before I . . .”

“What's going on here?” an unwelcome interruption, in the form of Harry Potter stopped the unspeakable, but Draco hadn't looked up.

“This Pure-blood is trying to accuse me of kidnapping his wife. I was about to show him what happens when Pures step out of line.”

“By doing what?” Harry asked as he stepped between the two men. “He asked you for help and you threatened him?”

“Asking for help doesn't include insisting that I am lying about his wife. Mind your own business, Potter.”

“Auror Potter, unless I've suddenly been demoted, Cooke. And, I still outrank you.”

“Auror Potter. I am an Unspeakable.”

“Yes, but the Aurors of the Unspeakables are still a division of Magical Law Enforcement, and therefore still in the line of protocol, and I outrank you, so put away your wand.” there was a tense moment before Cooke backed down and Harry smirked. He had never understood why the Unspeakables had begun recruiting from the aurors and was glad that the head auror had insisted that they remain under his command as liaisons. “Mr. Malfoy, please come with me.”

Draco had been conditioned for years to bow to the orders of the aurors and mine guards, so he fell into step behind the auror, hoping to avoid a sentence so that he could remain free for his family. He was led up seven floors and into a small office. He sat when ordered and stared down at his hands, clasped in his lap, like an obedient dog.

He heard the rattle of china, the sound of water from an Aguamenti spell and the voice of the auror. “I'll just make us some tea. I hope you like it. I'm only good at one infusion spell, since they take practice to perfect and I usually make this for myself. How about some scones?”

Scorpius smiled as he saw his friend heading his way. They were on their way to lunch, after Albus owled his family and Scorpius did some research for Astronomy class. Normally they did things in groups, not trusting the rest of the school enough to be on their own, but it appeared things had gone well. Now, they only had to find Nate to complete their trio. He was changing his robes after a potions class mishap.

As they neared the stairs to go down to the Great Hall, a flash of red and gold was their only warning before they were hit by two hexes, a stinging hex and an ice charm. Scorpius slid down the stairs, kept from tumbling to the bottom by Albus quickly sending off a Wingardium Leviosa.

“Good thing you were the best in our class.” The blond said as he hovered over the fifth step down. “My feet are frozen, so I couldn't stay up. How are you?”

“Stung me on my right arm, guess they forgot I'm left-handed.”(1)

“If they're that stupid, they had to be Gryffindors.”

“Yep, my thoughts exactly. At least that means James didn't help on this. He knows bloody well which arm I use for my spells. Come on, I don't think a simple Finite Incantatem will work for you. We'll have to get you to Professor Montague.”

Albus got his friend to the bottom of the stairs, and helped him to stumble toward the dungeons where their head of house had his meals before dinner. He was just sitting down when they knocked on his door, so he arranged for more food and let them stay after dispelling the curses and checking the blond for frostbite.

Nate was called before he even left the common room, so the three first years ate together with their potions professor and head of house.

(1) I made this up. There is no reference I could find to Albus' handedness.
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