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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29138 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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“Finally,” Draco sighed as he closed the door to their suite; it was ten minutes before curfew, and their group of friends had just left, leaving Draco and Harry alone at last; “I don’t know about you, but I am ready for bed.”

Their friends had arrived just after Narcissa left and they had spent the last few hours discussing everything that had happened to them. They each had different theories about what Dumbledore was up to, although Draco’s theory that Dumbledore was trying to manipulate everyone so that he could take credit for the defeat of Voldemort was the most believable. As for Fawkes’ defection-Hermione did some research and found that a Phoenix would not serve someone who was being deceitful or willfully harming others, and so he had turned on the headmaster, protecting those whom Dumbledore would have harmed.

During their conversation Narcissa had returned and informed them that Dumbledore was still missing and his office locked, and McGonagall had transformed into her animagus form and vanished out onto the grounds. The minister believed that Dumbledore was in his locked office, and had ordered the teachers to find a way in; Narcissa told the teens that if Dumbledore was truly injured one of the portraits would have sent for help by now, but the minister didn’t believe her and he refused to enlist the help of portraits to find out if anyone was in fact in the office. She also let them know that Severus and Sirius were still searching for the attacked village and would probably be gone most of the night. Shortly after Narcissa gave them this news she left once again, and their friends left less than an hour later, leaving the boys alone for the first time since they had gotten up that morning.

“It’s been a long day,” Harry agreed with a yawn, “I just don’t know if I’m ready to try and go to sleep yet. Hermione made some good points earlier; how do we know Dumbles didn’t tell Pansy’s dad about me being a horcrux? I mean, he’s obviously working with the Death Eater’s, or at least manipulating them somehow.” Harry really didn’t want to believe that Voldemort knew the truth behind their connection, but with the way Dumbledore had been acting lately he couldn’t help but worry; the headmaster had proved beyond the shadow of a doubt that he would do anything in the name of the “Greater Good”.

“Stop worrying about it so much,” Draco chided, sitting back down beside Harry and wrapping an arm around the brunet’s shoulders, “As far as Dumbledore knows, the only way to destroy Tom is for you to die, and if he tells Voldie that you are a horcrux then the Dark Lord would guard you more carefully than his own soul-because you harbor a piece of his soul. No matter what, Dumbles wants Voldie gone-most likely in a way that lets the world see him as a savior once again, and you as the poor boy who nobly sacrificed his life so that Voldie could be defeated once and for all. So, it really would not be in his best interest to let Voldie-or any of his followers-know the truth.”

“So…you don’t think he’ll tell Voldemort?” Harry questioned, leaning into Draco’s embrace and taking comfort from his fiancé.

“No, I don’t,” Draco replied, as he got back to his feet, pulling Harry up along with him; “Are you ready to go to bed now Lion?”

“Yes,” Harry agreed, allowing the blond to lead him up the stairs to their room, “I think I should be able to sleep now, as long as…oh! I forgot about these!” Harry pulled away from Draco and walked over to the bed, smiling softly as he picked up the three stuffed animals Dobby had brought for him; the house elf had even cleaned them up some, so they looked well-loved, but they didn’t look as tattered as they had before.

“Moony, Padfoot and Prongs,” Draco said softly as he stood behind Harry, “That reminds me; I brought something else from the house.”

Harry watched curiously as Draco took an object out of his rob pocket and re-sized it before handing it to the Gryffindor. When Harry saw what it was, he almost dropped the picture in shock, but tightened his fingers around it just in time. It was a picture of him as a baby, sitting on the floor with Padfoot while his parents smiled happily behind them. Draco watched as Harry stroked the glass covering the picture and wasn’t too surprised to see the tears on the smaller boys face.

“You can set it on the nightstand if you like,” Draco said, “Or even on the mantle in the sitting room; wherever you like.”

“I think I’ll put it on my desk,” Harry replied, walking across the room to set it down; he returned to Draco and wrapped his arms around the blonde’s neck, leaning up to give him a quick kiss on the lips; “Thank you for bringing it for me Dray; it means a lot. I have a lot of pictures of my parents when they were younger, but this is the first I’ve ever seen of us as a family.”

“You’re welcome,” Draco said, kissing his unruly locks, “We can make another trip when we have more time and see what else is salvageable; anything you want to keep but don’t have room for at the moment can be put in a vault in Gringotts. Now come on; let’s get to bed.”

The boys changed into their pajamas and climbed into bed; Harry hesitated for a moment before lying down with his head on Draco’s chest, as he had just about every night since they began sharing a bed. Draco smiled at this and rubbed his back soothingly, willing to just hold his fiancé after the stressful day they had.

“Good night Dray,” Harry murmured, snuggling in close to the blond.

“Sweet dreams Lion,” Draco responded, pressing a kiss to his dark locks again. The sound of Draco’s heart beating in his ear soon lulled Harry to sleep, but Draco remained awake longer, listening to his lover breathe and saying a silent thank-you to Merlin that he had been found and brought home safely.

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“Idiot boy!” Zacharias flinched at the angry words and watched fearfully as the man who appeared to be Lucius Malfoy paced in front of him, fuming, “You had a simple task-to separate Potter from the Malfoy brat, and you couldn’t even handle that! Now everything is ruined!” The man in front of him had apparated them to an old abandoned house and the Stupefy had worn off, but Zacharias was still bound in the silver chains conjured by Malfoy and unable to move. He decided to keep quiet and watched with wide eyes as the man continued to pace and mutter to himself; as he watched the image before him seemed to shimmer, and soon Dumbledore was standing in front of him, his normally twinkling blue eyes cold with fury.

As he lay there on the floor Zacharias had to wonder how he wound up in this mess, but he knew. It all started because his father owed a debt to Dumbledore, and the headmaster would only release it if Zacharias agreed to assist him. It was simple things at first, like joining the DA last year and making sure Potter noticed him, then trying to drive a wedge between Potter and the Weasley girl. At the beginning of this year, however, Dumbledore had given him a new mission-he was to help drive a wedge between Potter and his new fiancé, Draco Malfoy. If he succeeded, the Savior of the wizarding world would be bound to him and his fathers debt would be cancelled, and he would also get to witness the humiliation of Draco Malfoy. It had seemed like a simple thing-after all, Potter and Malfoy had been enemies for near to six years, the brunet couldn’t have forgiven him so quickly. Unfortunately, Potter was so wrapped up in Malfoy that Zacharias never even had a chance to talk to him.

Then, Dumbledore came up with a new plan-a potion that would make Potter believe the two of them, and allow them to turn him away from Malfoy. Once they had Potter’s agreement Dumbledore would be able to break the bond between the Gryffindor and Slytherin, and Potter would instead be bound to Zacharias. When it was time for Potter to face down Lord Voldemort he would defeat the dark wizard and then die, leaving all his money and inheritance to Zacharias. It was a foolproof plan, only turns out it actually wasn’t foolproof. Seems that the bond between Potter and Malfoy was stronger than he and Dumbledore believed, and when he tried to interfere…well, he wound up bound and helpless with a furious Dumbledore pacing in front of him.

“It is highly unlikely that we will be able to get between Potter and Malfoy again,” Dumbledore announced suddenly, “Somehow their bond is much stronger than it should be, and it will only break when one of them dies. How would you like to have the Malfoy boy bound to you instead?” With a wave of his hand the silver chains fell from Zacharias’ body and the blond sat up slowly, eyes trained on the headmaster.

“That would be acceptable,” he agreed hesitantly, still expecting some punishment for his failure, “You have a new plan then?”

“Of course,” Dumbledore gave him a small smile, “Potter must die in order for Voldemort to be defeated, and once he is gone Draco will be vulnerable. I will plan out Potter’s final encounter with Voldemort, and ensure that you are near the Malfoy boy to take advantage of the situation. We will need some more of that potion so you can infilitrate the Slytherins…first though, I need to make sure that I am proclaimed innocent.”

“I’ll tell them that it was Lucius Malfoy who put me up to it,” Zacharias offered, “I can tell them I was under the Imperio, and that I saw him curse you before forcing me to help him try to separate Harry and Draco.”

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded, “I must return to my office soon and allow them to find me injured; we will have to make it seem as if Lucius attacked you as well, my boy. Are you prepared?” Zacharias wanted to protest, but knew it wouldn’t do him any good, and so he braced himself for what he knew was coming before giving Dumbledore a small nod. “Excellent,” Dumbledore said cheerfully, “Crucio.”

The pain…the pain was intense, and Zacharias cried out as he writhed on the floor. He felt a brief sense of relief as the curse was lifted, but he barely had time to gasp in a breath of air before he was writhing again; Zacharias wasn’t sure how long it lasted or how many times the curse was cast, but when he felt darkness envelop him he gave in with a sense of relief…

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“Well?” Sirius asked quietly, “Were you able to sense anything?”

“Nothing of use,” Severus replied, “The village attacked could have been on the other side of London for all we know; all the Muggle activity in the city makes it difficult to sense magic unless it is nearby.” Sirius and Severus were currently sitting in a Muggle all-night café, after spending two hours traveling across the city to try and find a trace of the village Voldemort had attacked over the weekend. The café was Sirius’ idea, and Severus only reluctantly agreed to rest because it would provide them with a better chance to discuss their search. Once they had received their orders-Sirius had a mocha latte, rolling his eyes when Severus sneered at the mound of whipped cream on top, while the potions master drank a strong herbal tea sweetened with a drop of honey-Severus had cast both a notice-me-not spell and Muffliato so they could be assured that their conversation was private.

“There is a family artifact that I could use to pinpoint areas where Dark Magic has been used recently,” Sirius said, “Of course, I have no idea if it’s still even at the house; the twins told me about Dunghead nicking my things.” Sirius scowled at his drink before spooning off a good portion of the fluffy topping, which seemed to soothe his feelings a bit.

“Why don’t you summon that…Kreacher and have him locate it?” Severus suggested, fighting back a sneer at the other mans childishness, “He obviously still has very strong ties to your family home and everything in it.”

“Yes, but he hates me,” Sirius pointed out, “He would most likely lie and say he can’t find it.”

“He likes Draco though,” Severus mused, “If only he were here, or we had some polyjuice potion. You can contact Narcissa; Kreacher will listen to her.”

“Actually, I have an idea,” Sirius grinned suddenly, “This spell will make sure the Muggles don’t notice anything we do?”

“Of course,” Severus arched his eyebrow, “What did you have in mind?”

“Kreacher!” Sirius called by way of a response, and seconds later the ancient house elf appeared, round eyes wider than ever as he saw Sirius.

“Mistresses ungrateful brat is alive!” Sirius was surprised to detect a faint note of relief in Kreacher’s voice before the elf continued, “Kreacher is thinking Master is never being back; house is being full of blood traitors and Mud-”

“Enough, Kreacher,” Sirius interrupted, “Yes, I am alive, and I need your help. I am going to make Dumbledore and his followers leave the Manor, and I was informed that someone has been stealing items that belong to our family.”

“He is being sneaky, blood traitor,” Kreacher replied, “Kreacher is knowing how to find everything belonging to Noble House of Black; Master is wanting Kreacher to find?”

“Yes,” Sirius nodded, “I want to reclaim everything that belongs to the House of Black, starting with the Dark Arts Locator. I need you to find that and bring it to me; if the person who has it has any more of my belongings take those as well and protect them at the manor.”

“Master is having family pride,” Kreacher said approvingly, not seeming the slightest bit insane, “Kreacher is being back soon with Locator.” Kreacher vanished with a “pop”, leaving Sirius and Severus to stare at each other in astonishment.

“Well, that was not difficult at all,” Severus commented, “It appears that the elf does not despise you as he once did.”

“It will definitely make things easier,” Sirius replied, “Maybe everyone else was right all along; maybe he would be more willing to listen to me…”

“Kreacher is having it!” the house elf reappeared, and Sirius noted that he looked cleaner than before-like he had cleaned his towel; “Dung Fletch is having it; Kreacher is taking it and bringing it to Master. Dung Fletch has stolen much and Kreacher is taking it back.”

“Good job,” Sirius praised him, taking the small black box, “I take back my previous orders in regards to the Order of the Phoenix; you no longer have to listen to anyone other than myself, Harry Potter, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy and Severus here. If you see anyone stealing from me or damaging the house you have my permission to stop them using any means necessary.”

“Kreacher is also finding Dung Fletch with this,” Kreacher held out an ancient locket with the Slytherin crest on it; “Was given to Kreacher by Master Regulus; Master said to destroy, but Kreacher failed…Kreacher punished himself many times, and many more when necklace gone.”

“Well, no more,” Sirius commanded, sharing a triumphant look with Severus before the dour man scowled and looked away, “We can destroy it now, and honor my brothers wishes. We need to keep it somewhere safe until we can destroy it; any suggestions Sev?”

“Yes,” Severus narrowed his eyes at him, “I suggest you stop calling me Sev; it is bad enough when the brats do it. As for the locket-have Kreacher take it to Narcissa and ask her to safeguard it in the Realm until we are ready to take care of it.”

“Wow! A good idea-for once,” Sirius smirked at the other man before turning to the house elf who had been waiting silently for a decision to be made; “Take the locket to Narcissa Malfoy and ask her to place it in a safe place. Once you are done with that you may return to the manor and begin getting it back in its original state; when I have a chance I will hire a couple of other house elves to help you.”

“Thank you Master,” Kreacher bowed so low that his nose touched the ground, “Master is being most gracious, and a credit to his family. Master will be making Mistress proud. Kreacher is not failing!” With a soft pop Kreacher was gone, leaving the two wizards alone once again.

“It seems the house elf is not as insane as I previously believed,” Severus noted, “I wonder how this change came about…but that is not of importance at the moment. You have the artifact; how does it work?”

“How does all ancient Pure Blood magic work?” Sirius asked wryly as he opened the box to reveal a small silver device rather like a compass, “I place a drop of blood on the needle while thinking about what I need to find, and the Dark Magic Locator will show us the most likely place to look. We need to get to one of the parks; it will be easier to follow the trail that way.”

“Then we should go,” Severus stood and dissolved the concealment spells once Sirius had put the Locator away, “I know of a park we can go to; it is near where I grew up. Come along, Mutt.”

“Slimy Snake,” Sirius muttered as he followed Severus out of the café and into a deserted alley; “Where exactly are we going?”

“I shall apparate us,” Severus replied, “It seems safer than giving you the coordinates, what with your propensity for getting into trouble. I trust you remember how to side-along?”

“Is this really necessary?” Sirius pouted, “I don’t get into that much trouble!” Severus arched his eyebrow, and Sirius gave in, albeit with a few choice words muttered under his breath. “Fine,” he scowled, “Which arm?”

“Left,” Severus held out his arm and, after a moments hesitation, Sirius sent him a wicked grin and wrapped himself tightly around the potions master, deciding to have a little fun.

“Oh, Sevvy,” he said in a simpering voice, “You will be careful, won’t you? Side-along always makes me so-ah!” Sirius shouted as Severus turned and apparated without giving him any warning; when they landed Sirius really did have to cling to him for a moment, as he felt slightly lightheaded.

“Oh, are you alright?” Severus asked lightly, “I hope you weren’t too badly frightened; no body parts missing?” He looked down at the slightly shorter-by a mere inch-man, and was startled by his appearance. Sirius’ grey eyes were wide, his cheeks were flushed, and his slightly parted as he took shallow breaths; in short, the dog animagus looked extremely kissable-which was a thought that Severus quickly pushed away as something he was unprepared to deal with.

“No; I’m fine,” Sirius replied, letting go of Severus’ arm, “Just knocked the wind out of me.” He glared up that the other man; “When we get back I’m telling Harry you tried to kill me; see if he still wants to be part of your family then, Sevvy!”

“I will simply tell him that his godfather was acting like a girl,” Severus replied smoothly as he looked around, “If I hex you again it will not deter you from calling me Sevvy, will it Mutt?”

“Nope,” Sirius grinned, “So you might as well let it go.”

“I will simply have to find another detterent,” Severus said, “In the meantime, perhaps we should use that device of yours.”

“Sure, change the subject,” Sirius laughed, “Put up the concealment charms again?” Severus scowled but complied and then watched with interest as Sirius removed the Locator. Sirius opened the clear glass dome covering the needle and then pressed his finger tip to the sharp end, allowing a few drops of blood to fall onto the device before closing the dome. He closed his eyes in concentration and Severus could see the needle spinning around quickly before it suddenly stopped and pointed straight up.

“We need to apparate,” Sirius said softly, “Severus-hold onto my arm.”

“Do not splinch me, Mutt,” was Severus’ only comment as he gripped tightly to Sirius arm and prepared for the apparition. Moments later he felt the familiar constriction and when he opened his eyes he knew they had found the spot they were looking for.

AN: Chapter is finally up! Very short, I know, and I’m sorry! I’ve got a lot going on in RL right now, so there will likely be a good bit of time between chapters, although I have started on the next one. I will update when I can, and I promise I will not abandon this story! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, and thank you to all my readers for sticking with me. Until next time!
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