Harry Potter and The Serpent King (BP5)
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A Lot to Explain
Chapter Number/Total: 32/52
Chapter Title: A Lot to Explain
Words: 2128 Words
After the rather bad scare with Kreacher and Sirius's first day home, Harry had contacted everyone for the Order meeting and sat waiting for them. Draco sat next to him with the baby and Sirius sat with Lupin, facing the fireplace with his feet propped on top of the table and his arms behind his head, his eyes glittering with amusement.
Harry figured Hermione had discovered the nature of Sirius and Remus's relationship and had let Ron in on it. Neither of them seemed confused by the closeness of the two men anyway.
Draco snorted at Sirius. "You are going to sit there and give them all heart failure as they enter?" he asked.
Harry laughed.
"Ah, it'll be fun," Sirius said, waving Draco off.
Hermione shook her head but was smiling a bit too. "You probably will give them heart failure," she said. "I knew that they were going to try and bring you back and I was still shocked."
Sirius rolled his eyes and chuckled.
Draco shook his head and sighed. Valen was burbling happily and playing with one of his magic rattles.
Within a few moments, there came the first sounds from the fireplace. Mr Weasley stepped out and looked very briefly around the table before brushing himself off. "Molly will be along shortly," he said, crossing to the sink to wash his hands. "She was just finishing up some knitting."
Sirius grinned amusedly, eyes on Mr Weasley's back.
Mr Weasley turned, his hands dripping. "Where's the towel?" he asked.
"Oh, I forgot to put it back. I think it's on the counter," said Sirius.
Mr Weasley's eyes snapped upon Sirius and then they widened hugely. He blinked quite a few times, his mouth dropping open. "S-Sirius?" he asked, stumbling back.
"That would be me," Sirius said with a bark of laughter. "How you been, Arthur?"
Mr Weasley simply stared, seemingly unable to speak.
Draco snorted and looked at Harry. "He does love to make a scene, doesn't he?" he said to his husband.
Harry smiled.
"What - what are you - what -" Mr Weasley spluttered.
"Have a seat, Dad," said Ron, smiling crookedly. "They'll explain when everyone's here."
Mr Weasley didn't and Ron had to get up and help the shocked man into a chair.
One by one, the members of the Order came through the fireplace. Some of them reacted like Mr Weasley, some nearly fell over, Mrs Weasley screamed and clutched her chest, Fred actually did fall when Sirius came up behind him and George leaned heavily against the counter. Moody almost cursed him and refused to believe that it was really Sirius. Sirius had to hold his drink under the table to keep Moody from slipping him some Veritaserum he had on hand.
Tonks arrived and promptly tripped on a stone as she came through. She was paler than she had been in a while. Of course, she didn't seem shocked to see Sirius but she did appear nervous. She walked up to him and smiled a bit self-consciously. "Glad to see you back," she said, holding out her hand.
Harry watched, nearly holding his breath. He had forgotten about this inevitable meeting.
Sirius stood, seeming a bit uncharacteristically unsure of himself. "Thanks," he said, taking her hand. He held it instead of shaking it, but let go sort of quickly. He pulled out a chair for her, his hands clenched on the back of it.
Harry felt as if one could cut the awkwardness with a knife. He shifted a bit uncomfortably himself, trying not to stare.
Tonks sat down nervously and glanced over at Draco. "Hi, cousin," he said as she nodded at him.
Remus and Tonks seemed to be avoiding looking at each other and Draco shook his head sadly.
"How's Valen?" she asked, picking nervously at her sleeve.
Harry smiled at her, trying to ignore her nervousness. He reached over and petted Valen's hair as Draco held him. "He's perfectly fine," he said, aware of how quiet it was. Everyone in the room was staring, either confused about the way Tonks and Remus were behaving or very confused about Sirius.
Bill cleared his throat, his eyebrows high on his forehead.
"Is no one going to explain this?" Moody growled, his magical eye very focused on Sirius.
Sirius snorted quietly, still obviously a bit uncomfortable, and moved back over to his chair, though he didn't sit in it. "Well, hello," he said.
He was met with silence and he snorted again. "Before any of you ask, yes, I've been dead - sort of," he said. "To put it shortly, which I'm sure none of you will be satisfied with, Harry, Remus and Draco brought me back."
There was much muttering.
Draco sighed again. "He was only on the other side of the veil, not really dead," he explained for what felt like the hundredth time.
Questions were shouted at once: "What do you mean not really dead?" "The veil in the Ministry?" "Wouldn't that have killed him?" And from Moody, "I saw him die!"
Sirius held a hand up and began trying to answer the questions, but he wasn't completely sure how it had happened himself. It was twenty long minutes before people finally sort of accepted that there was nothing dodgy going on, Sirius having had explained as best he could with much help from Draco.
The difficult part for Draco was explaining how he had figured it out without referring to his own "not completely dead" experiences. He assumed that anyone who had been in that house last February would put it together, but Draco didn't feel like explaining it to anyone else.
Harry could tell that it wasn't completely clear to a lot of them, but Sirius Black was standing before them, alive and speaking in the kitchen of his house. Crazy things happened in the magical world all the time, but this was as hard not to believe as it was to believe it.
More questions were shot now. What had it been like? Where had he gone? Who else had been there? Who had he spoken to? What had the people looked like? What was there?
Sirius tried to answer all of these questions too, taking at least another fifteen minutes for this. He spoke to a tearful Mrs Weasley about not seeing Charlie for almost another full five when there was suddenly a very loud crash from above and then the screams and shrieks of Mrs Black.
Draco looked up, surprised, and pulled Valen close, tucking the small child inside the outer fold of his robes.
Tonks and Shacklebolt stood, drawing their wands and going to investigate the commotion.
Sirius turned towards the stairs and walked over, pulling his wand out as well as he looked up them.
Harry heard a muffled, "Oh, shut it, yeh mad ol' woman." He smiled hugely and jumped to his feet. "Hagrid!" he said to the room, and everyone relaxed, looking relieved.
Tonks laughed nervously, putting her wand away.
Sirius laughed loudly and bounded up the stairs.
"YOU!" came the very loud screech of Mrs Black. "Back from the grave to torture my poor soul! Filthy, son! Scum of my flesh! You're no son of mine! Go! Out! Leave me in peace, filth!"
There was another loud crash, and then a roar of what sounded like shocked happiness. Mrs Black still screamed insults as it sounded like Hagrid was wailing.
Then came Sirius's strangled voice, loud over all the noise. "It nice to - ah - see you too, Hagrid. Could you maybe, possibly put me down?"
Harry and Ron laughed as they listened, Hermione shaking her head but looking slightly amused.
Draco rolled his eyes, but smiled a bit anyway. He quietly watched it all. It was moments like these that he remembered he wasn't always one of them.
Another few moments passed before there was an unintelligible shout from Sirius and Mrs Black's screams died out. A few more moments and Hagrid was squeezing down the staircase, just very barely fitting. Great, fat tears leaked out of his eyes. Sirius followed behind him, smiling widely.
Harry and Ron moved from the table to greet Hagrid, who wailed at the sight of them. "Harry, Ron, how've yeh been, eh?" he asked excitedly, wiping his face.
There were more shouts of greeting from the table.
"'Lo, all," said Hagrid with a wave of his massive hand, nearly knocking Sirius over, who was standing next to him. "And what're you doin' here?!" he asked him, looking shocked again and like he might start crying all over.
Draco looked up, bemused by the antics, but didn't move from his safe spot on the other side of the table. He never did feel comfortable around the half-giant.
"Oh, Merlin," Sirius said with a laugh. "Don't tell me I have to explain it all again!" But he did - well, sort of. He didn't have to go even nearly as close into detail as he had with everyone else. Hagrid was basically satisfied with, "I was dead and Harry, Remus and Draco brought me back."
Hagrid, who was hunched over, pulled out two chairs to sit in. They creaked loudly but held his weight.
Harry and Ron sat back down as well.
"Where have you been, Hagrid?" Ron asked. "Any luck?"
Hagrid beamed. "Well, there was a new Gurg," he began, "an' havin' Grawpy with me this time helped out a lot better than I thought it would."
"Did you get any?" Harry asked intently.
Everyone leaned in, listening intently. Draco felt far removed from it all. In the long run, he didn't know if the giants would matter. He looked down at the baby in his arms, smiling softly at him.
Hagrid began a long tale of camping out, presenting more gifts, a fight Grawp had had, getting nearly killed, and finally, "I managed to convince another one ter come with me."
"So you did get one?" asked Harry, slightly shocked.
"Yep, I got one," said Hagrid, sounding proud.
"Erm ... Hagrid ... where is it?" Hermione asked warily.
"Oh, eh, well, I left 'im in the forest with Grawpy," Hagrid said.
Hermione's eyes widened quite a lot. "You left two giants alone in the forest?"
"Ah, well, they're alrigh'," said Hagrid, frowning at her look of disbelief.
Valen started pulling at Draco's robes and fussing. "Harry," the blond said.
"Huh?" Harry said distractedly, turning his head to look at Draco.
"He's hungry," Draco said.
"Oh," Harry said with a small sigh, taking the baby.
"Well, who's tha' little tyke?" Hagrid asked, leaning across the table to smile at Valen.
Valen ceased his fussing and stared at Hagrid with eyes as wide and round as coins. Harry recognised the face. It meant he was going to start wailing any second.
"Er, someone can explain to him," Harry said, getting quickly to his feet so that Valen wouldn't start crying. "I've got to go for a bit." He headed for the stairs, trying to keep the baby calm after his fright.
Draco huffed, and shook his head. Harry would leave him to explain this. He glared after his husband and waited to see if anyone else would volunteer the information.
Hagrid looked highly confused. "Wha's all that?" he asked.
"Erm, well, Hagrid," Mrs Weasley said, staring at Draco. "That was Harry's son."
Hagrid was silent and then laughed. "Who was it really?" he said.
Mrs Weasley stared at Draco again, as did several of the others.
Draco groaned and stood up, hands on his hips. "Harry and I are married and that is our son Valen. Yes, both of ours. How? Magic. That's all you need to know," he said, a bit petulant in tone.
Hermione stared at him with a raised eyebrow, looking unhappy at his tone with Hagrid. She patted Hagrid's arm. "He really is telling the truth," she said to the dumbfounded-looking man.
Hagrid seemed to find this more difficult to believe than Sirius coming back from being dead.
Draco huffed, feeling out of sorts suddenly and wanting Harry. He didn't know why he felt angry. Maybe it was that the meeting reminded him that the time was coming soon to face their enemy. "Excuse me," he mumbled and fled the room.
A few people looked concerned but no one stopped him. Mrs Weasley and Hermione tried to explain better.
Chapter Title: A Lot to Explain
Words: 2128 Words
After the rather bad scare with Kreacher and Sirius's first day home, Harry had contacted everyone for the Order meeting and sat waiting for them. Draco sat next to him with the baby and Sirius sat with Lupin, facing the fireplace with his feet propped on top of the table and his arms behind his head, his eyes glittering with amusement.
Harry figured Hermione had discovered the nature of Sirius and Remus's relationship and had let Ron in on it. Neither of them seemed confused by the closeness of the two men anyway.
Draco snorted at Sirius. "You are going to sit there and give them all heart failure as they enter?" he asked.
Harry laughed.
"Ah, it'll be fun," Sirius said, waving Draco off.
Hermione shook her head but was smiling a bit too. "You probably will give them heart failure," she said. "I knew that they were going to try and bring you back and I was still shocked."
Sirius rolled his eyes and chuckled.
Draco shook his head and sighed. Valen was burbling happily and playing with one of his magic rattles.
Within a few moments, there came the first sounds from the fireplace. Mr Weasley stepped out and looked very briefly around the table before brushing himself off. "Molly will be along shortly," he said, crossing to the sink to wash his hands. "She was just finishing up some knitting."
Sirius grinned amusedly, eyes on Mr Weasley's back.
Mr Weasley turned, his hands dripping. "Where's the towel?" he asked.
"Oh, I forgot to put it back. I think it's on the counter," said Sirius.
Mr Weasley's eyes snapped upon Sirius and then they widened hugely. He blinked quite a few times, his mouth dropping open. "S-Sirius?" he asked, stumbling back.
"That would be me," Sirius said with a bark of laughter. "How you been, Arthur?"
Mr Weasley simply stared, seemingly unable to speak.
Draco snorted and looked at Harry. "He does love to make a scene, doesn't he?" he said to his husband.
Harry smiled.
"What - what are you - what -" Mr Weasley spluttered.
"Have a seat, Dad," said Ron, smiling crookedly. "They'll explain when everyone's here."
Mr Weasley didn't and Ron had to get up and help the shocked man into a chair.
One by one, the members of the Order came through the fireplace. Some of them reacted like Mr Weasley, some nearly fell over, Mrs Weasley screamed and clutched her chest, Fred actually did fall when Sirius came up behind him and George leaned heavily against the counter. Moody almost cursed him and refused to believe that it was really Sirius. Sirius had to hold his drink under the table to keep Moody from slipping him some Veritaserum he had on hand.
Tonks arrived and promptly tripped on a stone as she came through. She was paler than she had been in a while. Of course, she didn't seem shocked to see Sirius but she did appear nervous. She walked up to him and smiled a bit self-consciously. "Glad to see you back," she said, holding out her hand.
Harry watched, nearly holding his breath. He had forgotten about this inevitable meeting.
Sirius stood, seeming a bit uncharacteristically unsure of himself. "Thanks," he said, taking her hand. He held it instead of shaking it, but let go sort of quickly. He pulled out a chair for her, his hands clenched on the back of it.
Harry felt as if one could cut the awkwardness with a knife. He shifted a bit uncomfortably himself, trying not to stare.
Tonks sat down nervously and glanced over at Draco. "Hi, cousin," he said as she nodded at him.
Remus and Tonks seemed to be avoiding looking at each other and Draco shook his head sadly.
"How's Valen?" she asked, picking nervously at her sleeve.
Harry smiled at her, trying to ignore her nervousness. He reached over and petted Valen's hair as Draco held him. "He's perfectly fine," he said, aware of how quiet it was. Everyone in the room was staring, either confused about the way Tonks and Remus were behaving or very confused about Sirius.
Bill cleared his throat, his eyebrows high on his forehead.
"Is no one going to explain this?" Moody growled, his magical eye very focused on Sirius.
Sirius snorted quietly, still obviously a bit uncomfortable, and moved back over to his chair, though he didn't sit in it. "Well, hello," he said.
He was met with silence and he snorted again. "Before any of you ask, yes, I've been dead - sort of," he said. "To put it shortly, which I'm sure none of you will be satisfied with, Harry, Remus and Draco brought me back."
There was much muttering.
Draco sighed again. "He was only on the other side of the veil, not really dead," he explained for what felt like the hundredth time.
Questions were shouted at once: "What do you mean not really dead?" "The veil in the Ministry?" "Wouldn't that have killed him?" And from Moody, "I saw him die!"
Sirius held a hand up and began trying to answer the questions, but he wasn't completely sure how it had happened himself. It was twenty long minutes before people finally sort of accepted that there was nothing dodgy going on, Sirius having had explained as best he could with much help from Draco.
The difficult part for Draco was explaining how he had figured it out without referring to his own "not completely dead" experiences. He assumed that anyone who had been in that house last February would put it together, but Draco didn't feel like explaining it to anyone else.
Harry could tell that it wasn't completely clear to a lot of them, but Sirius Black was standing before them, alive and speaking in the kitchen of his house. Crazy things happened in the magical world all the time, but this was as hard not to believe as it was to believe it.
More questions were shot now. What had it been like? Where had he gone? Who else had been there? Who had he spoken to? What had the people looked like? What was there?
Sirius tried to answer all of these questions too, taking at least another fifteen minutes for this. He spoke to a tearful Mrs Weasley about not seeing Charlie for almost another full five when there was suddenly a very loud crash from above and then the screams and shrieks of Mrs Black.
Draco looked up, surprised, and pulled Valen close, tucking the small child inside the outer fold of his robes.
Tonks and Shacklebolt stood, drawing their wands and going to investigate the commotion.
Sirius turned towards the stairs and walked over, pulling his wand out as well as he looked up them.
Harry heard a muffled, "Oh, shut it, yeh mad ol' woman." He smiled hugely and jumped to his feet. "Hagrid!" he said to the room, and everyone relaxed, looking relieved.
Tonks laughed nervously, putting her wand away.
Sirius laughed loudly and bounded up the stairs.
"YOU!" came the very loud screech of Mrs Black. "Back from the grave to torture my poor soul! Filthy, son! Scum of my flesh! You're no son of mine! Go! Out! Leave me in peace, filth!"
There was another loud crash, and then a roar of what sounded like shocked happiness. Mrs Black still screamed insults as it sounded like Hagrid was wailing.
Then came Sirius's strangled voice, loud over all the noise. "It nice to - ah - see you too, Hagrid. Could you maybe, possibly put me down?"
Harry and Ron laughed as they listened, Hermione shaking her head but looking slightly amused.
Draco rolled his eyes, but smiled a bit anyway. He quietly watched it all. It was moments like these that he remembered he wasn't always one of them.
Another few moments passed before there was an unintelligible shout from Sirius and Mrs Black's screams died out. A few more moments and Hagrid was squeezing down the staircase, just very barely fitting. Great, fat tears leaked out of his eyes. Sirius followed behind him, smiling widely.
Harry and Ron moved from the table to greet Hagrid, who wailed at the sight of them. "Harry, Ron, how've yeh been, eh?" he asked excitedly, wiping his face.
There were more shouts of greeting from the table.
"'Lo, all," said Hagrid with a wave of his massive hand, nearly knocking Sirius over, who was standing next to him. "And what're you doin' here?!" he asked him, looking shocked again and like he might start crying all over.
Draco looked up, bemused by the antics, but didn't move from his safe spot on the other side of the table. He never did feel comfortable around the half-giant.
"Oh, Merlin," Sirius said with a laugh. "Don't tell me I have to explain it all again!" But he did - well, sort of. He didn't have to go even nearly as close into detail as he had with everyone else. Hagrid was basically satisfied with, "I was dead and Harry, Remus and Draco brought me back."
Hagrid, who was hunched over, pulled out two chairs to sit in. They creaked loudly but held his weight.
Harry and Ron sat back down as well.
"Where have you been, Hagrid?" Ron asked. "Any luck?"
Hagrid beamed. "Well, there was a new Gurg," he began, "an' havin' Grawpy with me this time helped out a lot better than I thought it would."
"Did you get any?" Harry asked intently.
Everyone leaned in, listening intently. Draco felt far removed from it all. In the long run, he didn't know if the giants would matter. He looked down at the baby in his arms, smiling softly at him.
Hagrid began a long tale of camping out, presenting more gifts, a fight Grawp had had, getting nearly killed, and finally, "I managed to convince another one ter come with me."
"So you did get one?" asked Harry, slightly shocked.
"Yep, I got one," said Hagrid, sounding proud.
"Erm ... Hagrid ... where is it?" Hermione asked warily.
"Oh, eh, well, I left 'im in the forest with Grawpy," Hagrid said.
Hermione's eyes widened quite a lot. "You left two giants alone in the forest?"
"Ah, well, they're alrigh'," said Hagrid, frowning at her look of disbelief.
Valen started pulling at Draco's robes and fussing. "Harry," the blond said.
"Huh?" Harry said distractedly, turning his head to look at Draco.
"He's hungry," Draco said.
"Oh," Harry said with a small sigh, taking the baby.
"Well, who's tha' little tyke?" Hagrid asked, leaning across the table to smile at Valen.
Valen ceased his fussing and stared at Hagrid with eyes as wide and round as coins. Harry recognised the face. It meant he was going to start wailing any second.
"Er, someone can explain to him," Harry said, getting quickly to his feet so that Valen wouldn't start crying. "I've got to go for a bit." He headed for the stairs, trying to keep the baby calm after his fright.
Draco huffed, and shook his head. Harry would leave him to explain this. He glared after his husband and waited to see if anyone else would volunteer the information.
Hagrid looked highly confused. "Wha's all that?" he asked.
"Erm, well, Hagrid," Mrs Weasley said, staring at Draco. "That was Harry's son."
Hagrid was silent and then laughed. "Who was it really?" he said.
Mrs Weasley stared at Draco again, as did several of the others.
Draco groaned and stood up, hands on his hips. "Harry and I are married and that is our son Valen. Yes, both of ours. How? Magic. That's all you need to know," he said, a bit petulant in tone.
Hermione stared at him with a raised eyebrow, looking unhappy at his tone with Hagrid. She patted Hagrid's arm. "He really is telling the truth," she said to the dumbfounded-looking man.
Hagrid seemed to find this more difficult to believe than Sirius coming back from being dead.
Draco huffed, feeling out of sorts suddenly and wanting Harry. He didn't know why he felt angry. Maybe it was that the meeting reminded him that the time was coming soon to face their enemy. "Excuse me," he mumbled and fled the room.
A few people looked concerned but no one stopped him. Mrs Weasley and Hermione tried to explain better.