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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29139 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Harry leaned forward until his nose touched the silvery substance of his memories and then…

“Hermione!” Harry said, grabbing Ron’s arm to stop him from following the other Gryffindor’s back to their tower; “She’s in the bathroom, and she doesn’t know about the troll!” The look on Ron’s face was conflicted; he was obviously terrified at the thought of running into a troll, but…

“We can’t let Percy see us,” He told Harry, and the two boys ran down the hall only to see the troll going through a doorway and out of sight.

“Ah, the troll in first year,” Harry looked over to his left and saw Draco standing there; “Why this memory?”

“Just watch,” Harry replied.

Harry and Ron ran towards the door quietly and closed it, quickly turning the key in the lock and trapping the troll inside.

“We just caught the troll!” Ron cheered, “McGonagall will be sure to give us loads of points for this!” Harry grinned back happily, but before he could reply a loud scream split the air, and both their faces drained of color.

“You don’t think that was-” Ron began.

“Hermione,” Harry confirmed, “We just locked the troll in there with her! We have to go save her!” The boys ran back to the bathroom and opened the door; at first all they could see was the troll, but then they caught sight of Hermione huddling against the far wall, whimpering quietly. The troll was knocking sinks of the wall with its club, working its way towards the frightened witch…

“So that’s how it happened,” Draco said softly as he watched an eleven-year-old Ron and Harry take on a fully grown mountain troll; “Sev was angry for weeks after this; he hurt his ankle that night, and then you two didn’t even get punished for running off after the troll.”

“We didn’t go running off after the troll,” Harry protested, “We went to find Hermione because she didn’t know about the troll.”

“Why didn’t she know? Wasn’t she at the Halloween feast?”

“No…Ron called her a Know-it-all and said she didn’t have any friends, so she spent the evening in the bathroom,” Harry explained, “Eew-I’d forgotten how gross the troll boogers were; this is the night when we became friends with Hermione.”

“Aah-so this is when the Golden Trio finally formed,” Draco nodded smiling as he dodged an elbow to his gut, “I can see why you chose this memory.” The memory faded around them, and the next one began with the two of them walking up to the school with Severus; they talked quietly as they watched Harry’s actions throughout the day-Draco told him everything he knew about what happened with Severus, Sirius and Remus and calmed him down after an outburst with Harry threating to make Dumbles pay-and then came the Quidditch practice.

“There’s Luna-or Smith, I guess-giving me the potion,” Harry noted, “and I get dizzy a few minutes after I get back in the air-yeah; here’s where I start to fall and-”

The memory abruptly changed to show Harry lying in the infirmary, unconscious with Zacharias Smith sitting next to him, holding his hand.

“Can you see the difference between this memory and the earlier one?” Draco’s soft question made Harry jump; “In your other memory it was as if we were in the room while your younger self was fighting the troll, but now-it’s almost like we’re looking at a portrait; we can only see the area of the room that you are in.”

“What? Oh; you’re right,” Harry said with surprise, “We should be able to get a three-sixty view…is this-is this what the memory of a nightmare or dream looks like?”

“I’m not certain,” Draco replied thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes at the confrontation between Harry, Dumbledore and himself; “However this certainly isn’t a real memory.”

“Which means everything that I thought happened is not real,” Harry said, feeling relieved, “Then…we can go now, right? I don’t want to re-live this, and there’s no reason for you to see what happened if it was all a hallucination or whatever.” He didn’t say it out loud, but he was really embarrassed by what had happened to him during the time he was apparently unconscious, and he didn’t want Draco to see it.

“No, we can’t go,” Draco told him, “First, I don’t know how to get out of a memory until it is over, and second-I want to know exactly what Dumbledore made you believe happened to you.” His grey eyes had been focused on the scene as the dream-Draco led dream-Harry up to their room, but now he looked at his fiancé; “You should watch it too; Mother would not have suggested it unless she thought it would help you heal from what happened.” By this point the dream Harry and Draco had reached their rooms, and Draco watched himself slam Harry against the wall.

“This is another inconsistency,” Draco pointed out when Harry walked into the bathroom to take a shower-and walked back out seconds later; “It should have shown you actually taking a shower.”

“You just wanted to see me naked,” Harry teased, but Draco could see the anxiety in his green eyes; “This…this is where it gets bad.” Draco turned his attention back to the scene in front of them, and winced when he saw himself begin to punish-no abuse-Harry. The real Harry didn’t watch what was happening in the scene, but instead had his emerald eyes trained on Draco; he saw the way the blond had clenched his fists, and his face went pale with anger. Hesitantly, Harry stepped closer to his fiancé and carefully reached out to place his hand over Draco’s; Draco flinched and jerked his hand away, but a moment later he looked over at Harry and his expression softened as he took the brunet’s hand in his own. The abuse scene finally ended and it re-focused on Harry following Draco to class, his eyes down-cast as he avoided speaking to anyone.

“I’m sorry I ever believed you would do that to me,” the real Harry said, drawing Draco’s attention back to him, “I-I didn’t believe it at first, but everything seemed so real…”

“It’s okay Harry,” Draco assured him, “After watching that-I can’t even begin to imagine going through it; I understand your reactions earlier.”

“Even when I started to believe you really were just using me, I always felt like there was something off,” Harry said musingly, not acknowledging Draco’s words, “There were just things you did-or didn’t do-that didn’t make sense; like, you never called me Lion, and there were times when you wouldn’t answer me and…it just all seemed wrong. Of course, that makes sense, because it was wrong.”

“Yes, well-Dumbledore will pay for doing this to you,” Draco assured him, “As will Smith and anyone else who helped him.”

“I’m not sure about Smith,” Harry said hesitantly; at this point neither boy was watching the scene, they were too involved with their conversation; “We need to find out why he was helping Dumbledore-he might have been tricked into it, or under the influence of a potion; Dumbledore though-I am tired of him causing problems all the time. Hopefully this time we have enough proof to get him sent to Azkaban.”

“We should have more than enough proof,” Draco said, “and if the ministry still won’t do anything about him then we will just have to take care of him ourselves. Are we nearly done with the nightmares? I must admit I don’t like seeing myself treat you this way, and I can’t stand seeing you being hurt like that.” The scene showed Harry knock Draco down and jump over the railing of the stairs in an attempt to escape.

“Yeah-this is the last thing I remember before waking up in-in my parents’ house,” Harry confirmed, “You and I basically fight and I run, and then I get knocked unconscious…Maybe we can push Dumbledore through the veil.”

“Yes, and then we can push Voldie through while we’re at it,” Draco agreed with a smile; he tugged lightly on Harry’s hand and the smaller boy went willingly into his arms; they stood back-to-chest, Draco’s arms wrapped loosely around Harry’s waist in a comforting gesture as they finished watching Harry’s memories. Draco winced when he saw himself use Crucio on Harry; he wanted nothing more than to stop watching the memories, but he was determined to see it through. The more he watched, the more he realized just how lucky he was that Harry was standing there with him, allowing Draco to hold him. “I’m just glad you forgive me-”

“There’s nothing to forgive,” Harry interrupted, “You didn’t do any of those things-it was all mind games Dumbledore was playing.” He tilted his head back, wrapping an arm around Draco’s neck and pulling him in for a kiss.

Just as their lips touched the memory ended and the boys found themselves back in the infirmary, where they were met by utter chaos.

*********What happened in the infirmary************

As Dumbledore raised his wand to curse Narcissa a loud cry rang throughout the infirmary and a bright flash of fire had everyone shading their eyes. When they could see again, Fawkes was blocking Dumbledore’s view of Narcissa, Hermione, Madame Pomfrey and the ministry officials; Dumbledore was unable to see past Fawkes’ bright flames, but those standing behind the phoenix were able to see clearly.

“Fawkes!” Dumbledore shouted, apparently shocked, “What are you doing? Get out of the way!”

Fawkes let out another loud cry, and a stream of flames came out of his beak straight at Dumbledore. Everyone waited with bated breath to see what would happen, but the headmaster leapt aside at the last moment, and threw a freezing hex at his former familiar. For several moments Dumbledore and Fawkes battled each other, neither one having a clear advantage; at one point the headmaster had sent a curse at Narcissa, but it was halted by a wall of flames which faded until it was a small circle around the group-whenever a stray curse got too close to them the flames would rise up and block it.

“Narcissa! Hermione!” The group looked over to see Harry and Draco approaching them, having obviously finished with the memories; “What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“Dumbledore tried to attack us,” Hermione replied, “Then Fawkes appeared to stop him and they have been battling ever since.”

“We are all fine,” Narcissa assured the boys, “The headmaster did not manage to hit any of us before Fawkes interceded. You two should go for help; any recommendations Minister?”

“If you can get to an open Floo contact Kingsley Shacklebot at the ministry,” Scrimgeour suggested, “Don’t tell him exactly what happened; simply tell him there is trouble at Hogwarts and to bring a squad of aurors.”

“We can help!” Harry protested, but Draco touched his arm.

“Not now Lion,” the blond said, “We need someone from the ministry here. Come on. We’ll be back as soon as possible,” he told his mother and turned to pull Harry out of the room; they had just reached the infirmary door when something slammed into the boys, causing Draco to lose his grip on Harry’s arm as they crashed to the floor.

“Don’t let them leave Smith!” Dumbledore had taken time out of his duel with Fawkes to send a hex at Harry and Draco, which provided Zacharias Smith-whom everyone except Dumbledore had forgotten about-to block the door; “We need to keep everyone in this room until this is resolved-ack!” He cried out as Fawkes sent a jet of flame at him; he narrowly dodged it, but the flame did singe one of his sleeves. As he turned back to his battle Fawkes raised another circle of fire, this time around Draco, Smith and Harry, protecting them from his duel with the headmaster and trapping the couple with a ruthless Hufflepuff.

“Are you okay Draco?” Harry asked as he got to his feet, offering Draco a hand up.

“I’m fine,” Draco replied, “We had better go get help now. Out of our way Smith.”

“You won’t be getting past me,” Smith sneered, “I follow Dumbledore, and I’m not frightened of you. Expelliarmus!” The sudden spell startled Harry and Draco, but not enough for them to let go of their wands, both of which were steadily aimed at Smith. The Hufflepuff did not give up however; when the disarming hex failed he threw a vial at the couple, forcing them to leap to the side. When the vial hit the ground it exploded, enveloping the small group in a cloud of thick smoke; when the smoke cleared Draco was on the ground with Smith’s wand at his neck, while Harry had the blond Hufflepuff in a headlock.

“Get off him Smith!” Harry yelled, tightening his arm around Smith’s throat-Dudley had done this to him several times in the past, but this was his first time trying the move on someone else.

“Let…go Potter!” Smith choked out, his face turning red from lack of air, “I’ll…curse…Cruc-” Smith choked on the last syllable as Harry threw himself backwards, using his leverage to pull the other boy with him so that Draco was free. Zacharias surprised Harry by throwing his weight back, increasing the force of the fall and landing solidly on top of the brunet, knocking Harry’s breath from his lungs; Harry’s head snapped back from the force of the fall, slamming against the floor and causing his vision to go blurry.

When he could see again, Harry found his arms bound behind his back and saw that Draco had been disarmed; Smith’s wand was pointing at Harry, which explained why Draco hadn’t attacked the other blond yet.

“Oh, good,” Smith said when he saw Harry’s eyes were open, “I thought you might be unconscious; can you stand Harry?”

“You don’t have permission to use my given name,” Harry spat at him, “Let me go right now Smith!” Smith laughed and shook his head at the bound Gryffindor.

“I don’t think so,” he said, “You’re mine Harry-Dumbledore said he would give you to me but, as he is taking too long, I have decided to just take you. On your feet Potter.” Zacharias cast a spell that pulled Harry to his feet, and the brunet had to lean on him for a moment until the sudden dizziness passed. As he straightened back up, Harry looked at Draco and noticed that the blond’s wand was not too far out of reach; if he could distract Smith Draco should be able to reclaim his wand-the foolish Hufflepuff had not seen fit to bind the Slytherin’s hands-and hex Smith.

“What do you want Smith?” Harry asked as he took a step back to look at the other boy.

“I already told you: I want you,” Smith replied, and it reminded Harry of when he was in the labyrinth, when Draco had first said that he wanted Harry; when Draco said it Harry got butterflies and felt self-concious and thrilled at the same time, but Smith saying it…well, it just gave him shivers-and not the good kind!

“You can’t,” Draco spoke up, ignoring Harry’s glare, “Harry and I have a bond-and a contract signed in blood; there is no way to break the bond without killing us both.”

“We’ll see about that,” Smith replied, “Dumbledore said it was possible to break the bond without killing Harry, and I’m sure he knows what he’s talking about.”

“That old coot?” Draco scoffed, “Please! Dumbledore doesn’t know shit about our bond-even if he did, he doesn’t really care if Harry lives or dies; I’m sure he would be willing to risk my fiancés life if he believed it was for the Greater Good.” Harry scowled at his fiancé, mentally willing him to shut up; how was he supposed to distract Smith from the other blond if he wouldn’t stop talking?”

“Smith!” Harry drew the Hufflepuff’s attention back to himself, “What makes you think I would ever break my bond with Draco to be with you? I love him; you can’t change that.”

“Oh, but I can,” Zacharias smirked, holding up a small vial of a shimmering pink liquid, “This is a love potion-one of the most powerful out there-and once you take this you will forget all about Draco; I will be the most-the only-important thing in your life.”

“I won’t take it,” Harry retorted, glaring at Smith.

“You will if you don’t want me to curse Malfoy,” Smith replied, “I have learned quite a few curses over the past few months, some of them much worse than a simple Crucio. Shall I demonstrate? I know, what about this one that I learned from an old text book? Sectum-”

“No!” Harry cried, throwing himself at Smith; the Hufflepuff just laughed and stepped aside, smirking at Harry as the brunet lay on the floor; “Don’t do it Smith; don’t-don’t hurt him.” Harry maneuvered until he was sitting on his knees and bowed his head in capitulation; “I’ll cooperate; I’ll drink the potion.”

“No-Harry!” Harry shot his fiancé a hard look, and then quickly darted his eyes to Draco’s wand and back; Draco’s eyes widened for a moment, before he schooled his expression; “Don’t do this Lion-don’t let him-”

“I won’t let him hurt you,” Harry said softly, before turning to address Smith, “You have to make a wizards promise that you won’t hurt Draco if I agree to take the potion.”

“Whatever,” Smith agreed, raising his wand; “I-Zacharias Smith-swear on my magic to cause no harm to Draco Malfoy if Harry Potter agrees to drink my love potion.” Harry watched as the magic from the promise faded into Smith’s skin and then got back to his feet, looking at the other boy expectantly.

“You’ll have to help me drink it,” Harry pointed out, “Unless you want to untie my hands?”

“Not until after you drink the potion,” Smith replied, uncorking the vial, “Open up Pet.” The nickname-the same thing the Draco from his hallucination had called him-made Harry shiver and take a step back, but Smith was right there, grabbing his elbow to keep him from going anywhere. Taking a deep breath Harry gave a brief nod and parted his lips slightly as Smith pressed the vial against them.

“Stupefy!” The familiar hex was very welcome to Harry at that point, as he watched Smith freeze; an arm around his waist pulled Harry away from the Hufflepuff, and the brunet leaned into Draco’s embrace, almost forgetting the bindings on his wrists until a whispered word cancelled the spell. Harry turned around and pressed his forehead to Draco’s chest, wrapping his arms around his fiancés neck.

“When will all this bullshit stop?” Harry demanded.

“After we kill Voldemort and get rid of Dumbledore,” Draco replied, “Then I can take you back to our kingdom where no one will ever be able to bother you without going through me.”

“I thought you wanted to take over the world,” Harry laughed, “How will you do that if we hide away in the castle?”

“That’s what minions are for,” Draco replied carelessly, pressing a kiss to Harry’s unruly locks, “Does that mean-”

“No,” Harry interrupted, “That does not mean I’m actually considering helping you take over the world Dray. Come on; let’s make sure Smith can’t get away and then try to get out of this circle.” He started to pull out of Draco’s arms, but the blond stopped him, leaning down for a quick kiss before reluctantly releasing Harry. Draco pointed his wand at the Hufflepuff and bound him tightly with silver chains before he and Harry turned their attention to the wall of flames.

“We need to get rid of these,” Draco stated the obvious, “and I’m sure a simple Aguamenti won’t be much help in this instance…perhaps a freezing charm?”

“Why don’t we just focus our magic like we did that first day in the Great Hall?” Harry suggested, “Think it will work on Phoenix fire?”

“Only one way to find out,” Draco said, extending his hand-not his wand hand-for Harry to take. Harry accepted his hand and looked at Draco expectantly. “Just try to imagine the flames going out; I don’t think using water would be a good idea, because the steam would most likely affect us.” Harry nodded and both boys pointed their wands at the barrier before closing their eyes.

After several minutes of intense concentration Harry and Draco felt the magic surrounded them collapse, and they could suddenly hear Dumbledore’s battle with the phoenix once again.

“Harry! Draco!” Hermione cried, running over to the boys, “Are you okay? What did you do? How did you get rid of the flames?” Evidently the couple had accidentally vanished both rings of Phoenix fire.

“Magic,” Harry replied cheekily before turning to watch the battle; the headmaster and the phoenix were evenly matched…perhaps another distraction could work to their advantage.

“Aaah!” He cried, sinking to his knees and clutching at his scar, “No! He’s here!” He cried out as if in pain, and everyone rushed to surround him.

“Harry?” Dumbledore called, “What do you mean? He can’t be here; the wards would-”

“Now Fawkes!” Harry shouted, standing up; Fawkes let out a shrill cry and encased the headmaster in flames. Everyone could hear Dumbledore cry out, and they could see him writhing in pain-then his form began to change; Dumbledore became taller, his beard shrank and his hair took on a lustrous sheen. A few seconds later the Phoenix flames vanished and Lucius Malfoy stood in front of them.

“Fools!” The Malfoy patriarch sneered, “My master will not fail-you shall all suffer at his hands!”

“Get him!” Scrimgeour shouted and the aurors ran forward, but Lucius vanished in a flash of light, taking the bound Zacharias with him. “What do you have to say for yourself Madame?” The minister pointed an accusing finger at Narcissa; “It was your husband who attacked Mr. Potter-were you and your son in league with him the whole time?”

“Of course not,” Narcissa returned haughtily, “Draco loves Harry; neither of us would allow Lucius to harm him, and that was not Lucius. I know you won’t believe me, but Lucius attacked Harry over the summer and has been punished according to the laws of my kingdom; he has been locked away in a place he can never escape from. This was undoubtedly another of the headmasters tricks to get out of trouble; I would recommend taking him into custody and questioning him with veritaserum.”

“Or make him write his responses with a blood quill,” Harry muttered, “And have him sign his name to the bottom stating that everything he wrote was the absolute truth.”

“You cannot tell me you believe this nonsense!” Scrimgeour was outraged; “Mr. Potter-clearly Albus was right and this is a Death Eater plot-”

“And clearly you really are a fool if you are going to fall for that trick,” Madame Pomfrey snapped, “I know what I saw Minister; I would recognize Albus Dumbledore’s magical signature anywhere, and that was definitely him.”

“How can you accuse Draco of such a thing?” Hermione demanded, “Anyone with eyes can see he and Harry care deeply for one another, and Narcissa already treats him as a son; and here I thought you were actually smarter than Fudge!” Draco stayed silent throughout the exchange, content to just hold Harry in his arms and watch to see how red the new minister’s face could get.

“Now, now,” Narcissa said calmly, “There is another way to settle this-simply talk to Minerva McGonagall; she is the one who told me what Dumbledore was up to in the first place.”

“Then I shall speak to her,” Scrimgeour snapped, “and afterwards I will return to get the truth from you.” He turned to the aurors; “I am returning to the ministry; I want some of you to go find Minerva McGonagall and inform her that her presence is required at the ministry-I want the rest of you to seek out Dumbledore and bring him in for questioning as well. I will get to the bottom of this.” He glared at the room in general, before storming to Madame Pomfrey’s office; a moment later they heard the floo, and then the aurors exited the hospital wing, leaving behind the students, Madame Pomfrey and Narcissa. Narcissa walked over to an empty bed and sat down, while Pomfrey pulled up a chair near her; Draco transfigured another hospital chair into something more comfortable-decidedly ignoring Pomfrey’s glare-and sat, pulling an unresisting Harry to sit in his lap, while Hermione paced in front of them, obviously thinking.

“That was…interesting,” Hermione finally said with a sigh as she sat down on one of the hospital beds next to Narcissa, “I can’t believe he got away! How did he escape Phoenix Fire? No wizard should be able to!”

“No,” Narcissa said softly, “But some Fae can; that is why I know it was not Lucius-although he married me, he is a wizard without a drop a Fae blood in his veins. Lucius could never have escaped the Phoenix Fire.”

“If Lucius isn’t Fae then Draco is only half Fae,” Hermione said, “I thought only full-blooded Fae could inherit the throne?”

“You’ve been reading again Granger,” Draco said with amusement, “It’s true only a full-blooded Fae can inherit, and that is why the magic works a bit differently in the realm; any child born there will automatically be a full-blooded Fae as long as at least one of his parents is Fae-the other parent can be a Wizard or even a Muggle and it wouldn’t matter.”

“In a true marriage the spouse also becomes Fae,” Narcissa said, “My marriage to Lucius was not considered a true one because it was arranged by our parents-this was before my uncle named me his heir-and the bonding took place here instead of in the realm After the bonding Harry, you will become Fae and inherit some of our powers.”

“Um…okay,” Harry said uncertainly, “That’s…okay.”

“Articulate as ever,” Draco teased, before becoming serious, “Now, we need to prove that Dumbledore really has been behind everything; we also need to find out if Sev and the others are okay-you said Sirius and Tonks went after Sev and Remus?”

“Yes,” Narcissa nodded, “I had hope that they would return by now; they have been gone for several hours. If we do not hear from them soon we may have to use a locating spell. Poppy-were you able to completely remove the magical drain on Harry?”

“Yes,” Madame Pomfrey said confidently, “Dumbledore won’t be stealing anymore magic from Harry; the thing that worries me is how long the spell was on him-as far as I could tell Dumbledore has been draining Harry’s magic for years, and I can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner!”

“Perhaps he-Dumbledore, I mean-temporarily stopped using the spell anytime Harry was in the hospital wing,” Hermione suggested, “He did always seem to be around whenever Harry wound up in here.”

“So do you think he’s been stealing my magic since I started school?” Harry questioned the nurse.

“Even longer than that, I’m afraid,” she replied, looking at him with something akin to pity, “From the scan I did earlier, it seems he has been draining some of your magic since you were quite young-possibly ever since your parents…ever since the night You-Know-Who vanished. If he had started using the draining spell recently you-or someone else-would have noticed; you would begin feeling tired at random moments and you would be having difficulty with your spellwork-by beginning when you were young, the headmaster gave your body time to become adjusted to the spell.”

“So that means his magic will be even stronger, right?” Pomfrey nodded in response to Draco’s question, “How long until his magic its true potential?”

“Most likely several weeks,” Pomfrey replied, “Don’t worry Mr. Potter-I won’t make you stay here the whole time; I will, however, insist that the people closest to you carry a calming draught with them at all times while your magical levels are stabilizing-preferably one made by Severus. The stress from the rapid increase of magical power can cause outbreaks of accidental magic if you become too irritated.”

“Well, now that Draco doesn’t insult me and my friends on a daily basis that shouldn’t be too much of a problem,” Harry said, grinning mischievously up at his fiancé; Draco’s only response was to shake his head and smile.

“I mean it Harry Potter!” Madame Pomfrey said sternly, “If you won’t take this seriously then I will make you stay here until your magic becomes stable.”

“I’m taking it seriously, I swear!” Harry quickly assured her, “As soon as Sev gets back I’ll ask him for some calming draught.” Draco chuckled softly behind him and when Harry turned his head to glare to blond merely gave him a cheeky grin and a peck on the lips, causing Harry to blush and roll his eyes.

“You had better,” Pomfrey said, “Now, I think it would be best if you headed down to the Great Hall-dinner should be starting shortly and I’m sure the rest of your friends are eager to see you; I would have you eat here where I can keep an eye on you for a bit longer, but after six years of treating you…well, I would really prefer not to listen to your complaints. Mr. Malfoy-I trust you will make sure he eats enough?”

“Of course,” Draco assured her, “I won’t let him leave the table until he’s eaten enough.” Harry started to tell them that he didn’t need someone to make him eat, when the infirmary doors opened and Tonks walked in, followed by Remus.

“Tonks! Remus! You’re okay!” Harry cried, pulling away from Draco so he could go hug the werewolf; he stepped away and then looked towards the door; “Where’s-Sirius!” Severus stepped through the open doors at that moment, levitating an unconscious Sirius behind him.

AN: Another cliffhanger…they just seem to keep popping up, lol. A little bit of resolution with Harry and Draco, unfortunately Dumbles vanished, but how will he get away with his actions this time? Hmm, does the ‘crazy old coot’ have another card up his sleeve, or will he finally be held responsible for his actions? Well, he’ll have to be found first…As for Sirius-next chapter we will finally find out what happened with the werewolves. Thanks once again to everyone who reviewed, please let me know what you think! I’ll update as soon as I can.
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