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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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Severus was not a man of much faith, but as he looked around at the destruction they had found he couldn't help but send a silent prayer to Merlin that they would be able to defeat Voldemort once and for all-and soon. The small village they were standing in only had six homes in it; it was obviously a relatively new village, a place for mixed Muggle-Magical families to live without fear of prejudice. Unfortunately, the Dark Lord had managed to find them, and ultimately destroy what had most likely been a peaceful place to live.

"This-this is terrible," Sirius said softly as he looked around at the destruction surrounding them, "How could anyone…why hasn't anyone been here to clean up? The poor victims." A few feet in front of them lay the bodies of a small family-a man, a woman and a child of perhaps nine or ten. All three of them had looks of terror on their faces, but appeared otherwise unharmed.

"I am glad they were not tortured," Severus replied softly, "However, I cannot help but wonder why they were not tortured; it does not fit the Death Eater M.O. Something is not right here Sirius."

"Nothing is right here," Sirius countered, "We should see if we can find out where the missing children may have lived; any ideas?"

"There are only six homes, so we shall need to check each of them," Severus said, "I believe in this instance we should remain together; there may be traps left behind, so we will take turns entering each house and each room." Rather than argue Sirius merely nodded his agreement and followed Severus to the first house, which was directly behind the unfortunate family. The house was in complete shambles-furniture over-turned, scorch marks on the walls and tiny glowing Dark Marks scattered across the ceiling in every room. Severus made sure to look at the photographs which were left on the walls, and saw that the three corpses they had found had lived here, and they were the only inhabitants.

"There's nothing in here," Sirius said once they had gone through the whole house, "And it looks like the whole family has been…accounted for."

"No missing child from this house," Severus agreed, "I wonder who the attackers were; I can't think of anyone in the ranks that would leave miniature Dark Marks on the ceiling. The purpose of leaving a Dark Mark behind is to draw attention to the scene and take credit for the destruction; if anything there should have been a Dark Mark outside, unless the ministry has already gotten rid of it."

"But why would they get rid of the Dark Mark and not…" Sirius trailed off as they walked outside again and saw the victims; "Why would they do that and not give these people a proper burial?"

"I don't know," Severus replied, "Hopefully Tonks will have some answers when Narcissa speaks to her later. Come Mutt; let's continue."

The two men walked quietly from house to house, taking note of the victims that they found and keeping track of the people shown in photographs in each house. They said little, merely observing any anomalies that they noticed. Two of the houses had portraits in them, and the wizards spoke with the distraught subjects to verify the identities of the victims they found; the more houses they searched the more suspicious they became, but neither spoke of their concerns, determined to wait until they had examined all of the homes. It was two hours before they finally finished examining the village, and both had come to the same startling conclusion.

"Severus," Sirius began as they stood at the edge of the village looking out into the nearby forest, "If the pictures we show everyone who lived in this village, I didn't count anyone missing, did you?"

"There were fifteen adults in the pictures," Severus replied, "Two of whom appeared to be grandparents, if the pictures are anything to go by. We found all of their bodies. In addition, there were twelve children pictured, all of whom were accounted for-there are actually two additional bodies, which points to visiting friends or family members. It does not appear that any children have gone missing from this village; the Death Eaters left no survivors and took no prisoners."

"Then why would Dumbledore-"

"We should not speak of this here," Severus interrupted him; he cast a quick tempus and saw that it was after midnight; "I do not believe we should trouble the others with this tonight. Where are you staying?"

"The twins offered to let me stay on their couch until I either cleared out Grimmauld Place or found somewhere else," Sirius replied, "I don't really want to wake them though."

"You may stay in my quarters," Severus offered, surprising even himself, "I gave Narcissa leave to stay in my extra room, however I can easily make room for you. We can talk once we return to the school; my chambers are safe from Dumbledore's spying."

"I-okay," Sirius was too startled to protest, "Apparate back to Hogsmeade?"

"There was a fireplace with floo powder in one of the houses," Severus replied, "We can floo directly to my rooms. First, however, I want to set up wards around this village; we should return tomorrow and cast the remembrance charm so we can discover what truly happened."

"Why not cast it now?" Sirius asked curiously, "After all, we're already here."

"Because I do not have the equipment necessary to record the memories," Severus informed him, "Come on Mutt; let's get out of here."

"Sure, Sevvy," Sirius replied; it was a mark of how much the situation was getting to Severus when the potions master merely glared at the dog animagus, not even bothering to send a hex at him.

"You will pay for that later Mutt," Severus sneered before turning on his heel and stalking towards the house with the floo powder; Sirius stared after him for a moment, mesmerized by the way Severus' robes billowed out behind him before shaking his head to clear it as he ran to catch up.

Several minutes later the two men stepped out of the floo into Severus' study and they were surprised to see Narcissa sitting in a plush green arm chair reading a book.

"Cissa, why are you still awake?" Sirius questioned, sitting on the small couch across from his cousin, "Has anything else happened?"

"Nothing of note," Narcissa replied with a small smile, "I wanted to wait up and see what you two found out about the missing children; I just spoke to Filius an hour or so ago and Dumbledore is still missing. The minister is insisting that Dumbledore must be injured and trapped in his office, and Minerva is still missing as well. Did you find anything useful?"

"We found the village," Severus said, sitting down on the opposite end of the couch from Sirius, "And we examined every house, counted the people in the family photographs, and matched them up to the bodies we found-"

"The bodies were still there?" Narcissa interrupted, the disgust showing in her eyes, "The attack happened over forty-eight hours ago!"

"The bodies were left where they fell," Sirius told her, grey eyes flashing angrily, "It shows that the ministry has no respect for the victims. I suppose it helped us in the end though, because we were able to match the victims to the family photographs and see who was missing." He paused for a moment before continuing; "Everyone was accounted for Cissa; we could find no evidence of missing children."

"Two of the homes had portraits in them and I even spoke to the subjects," Severus added, "After describing the victims we found they confirmed that all the inhabitants were accounted for."

"This makes no sense," Narcissa frowned, "Why would the ministry report that there were missing children if it is not true? What could be the purpose?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Severus arched his eyebrow, "It was a set up for Harry. I am not certain yet who was behind the attack, but I am certain Dumbledore decided to take advantage of it. Dumbledore must have known that the chances of his plan to separate the boys was unlikely to work, so I believe he altered some of the information to set a trap for Harry; he most likely planned to make Harry feel responsible for those children and then send him on a suicide mission to rescue them from the Dark Lord. If he is unable to control Harry, he would rather have him out of the way."

"When I get my hands on that sneaky, underhanded slimy bastard-" Sirius growled as he got to his feet, pacing in front of the fireplace, "That dirty, under-handed old coot will die a slow and painful death-"

"Yes, we all agree," Severus interrupted, scowling at the other man, "Now either contribute something useful or sit down and shut up, idiotic Gryffindor Mutt."

"What did you call me?" Sirius rounded on the other man, growling as Severus merely watched him with narrowed eyes.

"You heard me," Severus returned, "You are acting like a child, making vague threats yet not even attempting to come up with an actual plan of action; trying to get killed again so soon Black?"

"Stand up and say that to my face, Snivellus," Sirius demanded, stalking towards the couch as Severus got to his feet.

"Now gentlemen-" Narcissa began, getting to her feet as well, but she was ignored.

"You are no better than a child," Severus repeated, sneering at the other man; he walked forward, meeting Sirius halfway, "You are irresponsible, and you are going to get either yourself or Harry killed by your reckless behavior, and I will not allow it. Harry is my nephew, and he is betrothed to my godson; he is family now and I will not allow your recklessness to put him in danger again."

"I would never put Harry in danger," Sirius growled, shoving Severus, "Harry is my godson; I love him as if he were my own son, and I would never do anything to hurt him!" He pushed Severus again, and then blinked when he found a wand pointed between his eyes.

"And yet you have hurt him," Severus spoke in a silky, dangerous voice that made Sirius shiver, and not completely from fear, "You have hurt him and placed him in danger numerous times; he lived with abusive Muggles because you were so set on revenge that you didn't stop to think about his well-being, you encouraged his reckless behavior over the past few years, and at the end of last year he went to the ministry to rescue you. He nearly died that day, and then again this weekend when you left him in the veil!"

"Shut up!" Sirius shouted, as his magic burst forth and pushed Severus away from him; there was an expression of shock on the potions masters face as he fell backwards onto the floor, just missing hitting his head on the coffee table. He pulled himself into a sitting position, but remained on the floor as he looked up at the angry animagus; Sirius' silver eyes were dark with anger and self-loathing as he continued;

"You think I don't know this Snivellus?! I know I have been a lousy godfather! I allowed Harry to put himself in danger for me time and again, and I know how close I came to losing him! You think I don't know! I hate that I've caused him so much pain! I never asked for him to come after me in the veil; I never wanted that…he should have left me there!" He glared down at Severus; "Why did you let him come after me Snivellus? You said yourself all I do is put him in danger!" He lowered his voice and turned away; "You should have stopped him; you never should have let them come after me."

Severus carefully climbed to his feet and slowly approached the other man, feeling pangs of guilt for the pain he had caused him; he had only said what he always did, venting his anger at Sirius in the familiar manner. He had never expected the animagus to take his words to heart, much less agree with him! Severus noticed Narcissa standing to the side, hands on her hips as she glared at him, clearly telling him to fix this at once.

"Stupid Mutt," Severus said softly, coming to a stop just behind Sirius, "Of course I let Harry rescue you; have you seen the amount of power he and Draco possess? Denying him the chance to bring you back would have been the same as asking to die a slow and painful death." He took another half-step forward and placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder, turning the unresponsive animagus around to face him; he was startled to see the normally passionate grey eyes dull and lifeless.

"Stop your sulking Mutt," Severus sneered, "Harry loves you; until we discovered our relationship you were the only family he had left. He would always risk his life for you, and willingly; do not doubt your importance to him."

"No, I'm worthless," Sirius shook his head desolately, "All I do is cause trouble and-" Severus' scowl deepened, but Sirius was so intent at staring at the floor that he didn't notice. Without giving it any thought Severus pushed the other man against the wall, causing Sirius to look up at him with startled grey eyes. "Wha-?" He didn't get to finish, as Severus gripped the back of his neck and pulled Sirius closer to press their lips together in a harsh kiss. Sirius was too stunned to do anything but stand there, and after a moment the dark-haired Slytherin pulled away to smirk at him.

"Of course all you do is cause trouble," he said, "And you revel in it; don't pretend you don't, insolent mutt."

"Stop calling me a mutt," Sirius said weakly, but he did manage to glare at the potions master, which caused Severus' smirk to grow, resulting in Sirius intensifying his glare; "And what the hell was all that about Snivellus? When you-just now you…well, you know what you did!"

"Yes, but if you don't know what it was then perhaps I should demonstrate again," Severus leaned in again; Sirius placed a hand on his chest to stop the Slytherin from getting any closer, but it didn't deter the potions master in the slightest and soon he found warms lips pressed against his once again. Sirius voiced muffled protests, but Severus persisted and soon the animagus gave in, reciprocating the kiss and allowing Severus to plunder his mouth. Neither man noticed when Narcissa silently moved out of the room, an approving smile on her face.

It was several minutes before the two men parted, both of their faces flushed. Severus was the first to speak.

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Albus Dumbledore quietly returned to his office, careful not to set off any alarms as he was not ready to let anyone know he was back yet; he had a few details to attend to first. Albus had left Zacharias in the Shrieking Shack with a concealing charm so he would not be found yet either. He went over to his cabinet and pulled out a quill and parchment set, two bottles of potion and a single black hair. Waving his wand he summoned a pewter cauldron and set it up over a low-burning fire on his desk, combining the two potions vials with the black hair. After stirring it for several minutes and adding a few other ingredients he scooped a spoonful of the new potion into a crystal phial and set it aside. Albus sat down at his desk and pulled a bottle of ink out of the secret compartment; the ink was black and shimmered with spells.

After thinking for a moment Albus dipped his quill in the ink and began to write, careful not to smudge the ink. The scene he described was extremely detailed and took up four sheets of parchment; he had to make sure that there were no discrepancies. Satisfied with his work Albus spread all four parchments out side-by-side and carefully sprinkled the previously prepared potion over the words. After a few moments the words shimmered and then rose up off the parchment swirling in the air before disappearing in a flash reminiscent of lightning. Albus smiled-his new plan was set in motion and now it was just a matter of letting the right people find him so that he would be on hand when Harry received his newest vision…

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Voldemort walked through the elegant hallway, a small group of Death Eater’s following him at a respectful distance. He came to the end of the hallway and stopped at a blank wall, where Bellatrix Lestrange and Walden MacNair stood waiting.

“My Lord,” MacNair bowed while Bellatrix sank into a deep curtsey, adoration plain in her gaze.

“Is it ready?” Voldemort demanded.

“Yes, My Lord,” MacNair responded, straightening, “The changes have been made, and all is ready for the tests. The viewing window will activate once the room is occupied.”

“Good,” Voldemort said with a cold smile, “Bring in the eldest; Rabastan will administer the test.” While he waited for his command to be carried out, Voldemort occupied himself with conjuring a chair-more like a throne-so that he could watch the upcoming test. In just a few minutes the wall in front of them became transparent and a small boy, no more than eight years old stumbled in, a wand gripped tightly in his hand. The boy had brown hair and wide blue eyes; his clothes were torn and dirty, and he had tear tracks running down his cheeks.

“Please,” the boy whispered, looking straight through the glass, although avoiding looking directly at Voldemort, “Let me go please; I want my mum.”

“You have been honored boy,” MacNair said, “The Dark Lord has chosen to offer you a chance that grown wizards would kill for. Bellatrix has been teaching you a spell-do you remember it?”

“Y-yes,” the boy said hesitantly, “But it’s a bad spell; Mum and Dad said-“

“Your mother and father were lied to, my child,” Voldemort said, attempting to placate the boy, “There is no good and bad-only power. You have power, and I will help you to harness it. Pass my test, and I shall help you to be great.”

“I want to go home!” the boy protested.

“You will do as the Dark Lord says,” Bellatrix threatened, “You don’t want baby sissy hurt, do you?” The boy shook his head quickly, and Bellatrix smiled, a sickly sweet smile; “May we bring in the test, My Lord?”

“Yes; begin.” A whispered spell and moments later a large cage appeared in the room; the cage was separated into two sections-in one there was a small brown-haired girl approximately two years old, obviously the boys little sister, cowering in the corner and crying. In the other section of the cage was a man, dirty and ragged, with vacant eyes.

“Lissa!” the boy cried, running up to the cage-

“Stop,” Voldemort commanded, and the boy froze, “You will use the curse Bellatrix taught you on this man, and then we shall release your sister.”

“Remember what Auntie Bella taught you,” Bellatrix cooed, “Make Auntie proud, little Brucey.” The boy-Bruce-looked at her with frightened eyes before looking at the man and raising the wand.

“Cru-crucio,” he said in a trembling voice, but the man didn’t so much as flinch.

“What did I tell you?” Bellatrix demanded, “You have to mean it! Again!”

“Crucio!” the curse once again had no effect, but now the vacant expression had faded from the man’s face and he focused on Lissa, his eyes taking on a predatory gleam.

“This is your last chance,” MacNair warned, “That man enjoys hurting little girls; if you do not succeed we will remove the glass separating him from your sister.”

“No!” Bruce said, “Crucio! Crucio! Crucio!” The curse hit the man, but it was lacking in power and he just shook it off as he moved closer to the glass separating him from Lissa; when he touched the glass it vanished and he flashed an evil smile as he approached the girl who had not stopped sobbing.

“Leave her alone!” Bruce cried as the man reached out a hand to touch Lissa’s hair; “Crucio!” The curse hit this time, and the man fell to his knees screaming; the curse only lasted seconds, but that seemed to satisfy Voldemort.

“Release the girl,” he commanded, and the cage was magically re-sized so that only the man was still inside.

“Lissa!” Bruce ran to his sister, openly crying as he hugged her close.

“Bruce! Mama! Daddy!” the girl sobbed; “Please; scared!”

“You have one more test,” Voldemort announced, “As punishment for failing to use the curse properly the first time, you will cast it upon your sister.”

“No!” Bruce cried, “Please no; I’ll be better, I promise!”

“You will curse her or I will give her to the werewolves,” Voldemort informed him, “Do it now.” Bruce was sobbing as hard as his sister now, but he none-the-less tried to gently push her away. Lissa refused to cooperate however, clinging tightly to her brother. Bruce finally had to shove her, and the toddler looked up at him with wide eyes, obviously hurt by the rejection.

“Cru-Cru…I can’t!” Bruce said, “Please don’t make me!”

“This is a weakness you will overcome or your sister will pay the price,” Voldemort said, “Do it now, boy.”

“Cr-Crucio!” Bruce pointed a shaking wand at his sister, and the spell hit-

Harry shot up in bed, panting heavily as he broke free of the vision. That was-that was worse than the vision about Bellatrix and Voldemort! To see a boy forced to torture his little sister…Harry started shaking with silent sobs, causing Draco to wake up.

“Wha-?” Draco asked sleepily before he noticed his distressed fiancé, “Harry? Harry love, what’s wrong? Was it a nightmare?” Harry shook his head but was unable to reply; Draco sat up and pulled the dark-haired boy into his arms-Harry struggled at first, but quickly gave in, clutching tightly to Draco as he cried.

“I-I saw Voldemort,” Harry said, “It was-he had the kids…the ones that were missing and-and there was a boy…his sister-he had to-crucio.” Draco was appalled at what Harry said; even though the smaller boy was too distraught to speak clearly Draco could understand what he was saying.

“Come on,” Draco commanded, “We’re going to talk to Mother; she is staying in Severus’ rooms, and Uncle Sev may be back by now too. Get up Lion.” Harry allowed Draco to pull him out of the bed and get him dressed with a robe over his pajamas; Draco cast a warming charm on their feet so they wouldn’t have to worry about shoes and quickly exited their rooms, Harry walking close to Draco for the warmth and support. They had only made it a few feet down the corridor when they ran into one of the last people they wanted to see.

“Mr. Potter-the headmaster wants you in his office,” Filch said, “Come with me. Not you Malfoy-just him.” Filch glared at the blond when Draco moved to stand beside Harry.

“Albus Dumbledore has attacked my fiancé-and myself-so he will not be going to the office alone,” Draco said haughtily; “In fact, neither of us will be going until we can bring my mother or Professor Snape with us.”

“Albus Dumbledore is still the headmaster,” Filch glared, “and as students you have to listen; Dumbledore has given me permission to open the dungeons again, so if you don’t do as your told I’ll hang you by your thumbs and give you the lashing you deserve.”

“Draco,” Harry, who had calmed down slightly by now, “Don’t-just go talk to Narcissa like we planned; I’ll be okay.” He held Draco’s eyes with his own for a moment and the blond nodded, understanding the silent message-he would go get Narcissa and Severus and they would get to Dumbledore’s office as soon as possible.

“Very well,” Draco said, “Know this Filch-if anything happens to my fiancé I will hold you personally responsible. Be safe Harry.” Draco gave him a chaste kiss before heading for Severus’ rooms-he needed to get there quickly so that Harry would not have to spend much time with the headmaster. As he rounded the corner, Draco was caught off guard by a streak of red light and fell to the effects of a stunning spell…

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The walk to Dumbledore’s office was far too short in Harry’s opinion; neither he nor Filch spoke and soon he was standing inside the headmaster’s office.

“Harry my boy,” Dumbledore said tiredly, looking pale and weak as he sat behind his desk, “Have a seat.” He waited as Harry sat across from them and then continued; “Please forgive me, my boy; I am a little weak from Lucius’ attack.”

“Lucius didn’t attack you,” Harry said firmly, “Lucius Malfoy is…well, he’s basically in prison because he tried to attack me after Draco and I became betrothed.”

“Perhaps he escaped,” Dumbledore countered, “Or it may have been another Death Eater using polyjuice potion; either way it seems that Voldemort is more determined than ever to get to you.”

“I don’t believe it was Voldemort,” Harry said, “I know it was you; you invaded my mind and tried to break my bond. What do you want? I need to talk to Severus.”

“I am sorry you don’t trust me,” Dumbledore said sadly, “But I can understand. I needed to warn you Harry-before he stunned me Lucius-or whoever the Death Eater was-mentioned that they had kidnapped several children and were planning to train them in the use of the dark arts; any who did not show talent for the dark arts would be used as sacrifices. He let slip a location, but we need to move quickly-”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” Harry stated, “I need someone with me I can trust.”

“I am unable to go with you regardless,” Dumbledore said tiredly, “My magic is exhausted from fighting the curse I was under, and I must be here when the ministry returns to speak to me. Anyone who goes will be in danger, so I cannot authorize any students to accompany you; if you would like to request Severus’ assistance I have no objections.”

“Then I’ll do that,” Harry said, getting to his feet, “Where does Voldemort have the kids?”

“At Malfoy Manor,” Dumbledore replied, “Here are the coordinates so that you can apparate.” Dumbledore held out a sheet of paper and Harry, unthinking, reached for it-but was distracted by the sound of a house elf popping in, accompanied by Severus.

“Do not touch that paper Harry,” Severus said sternly, “It is a port key; I really must teach you to recognize magical energies…” The house elf disappeared unnoticed as Severus addressed his nephew.

“Sev!” Harry said in surprised, “Dumbledore knows where the kids are, we have to-”

“There are no missing children,” Severus interrupted, giving the headmaster a black look, “Sirius and I located the village that was attacked, and there are no missing children.” He hesitated for a moment before continuing in a softer voice, “All the inhabitants were dead Harry; there were no missing bodies.”

“But that’s-why would?” Harry looked at Dumbledore in confusion; he knew the headmaster wanted to break his bond to Draco, but why would he send him to face Voldemort un-prepared when there weren’t even any children in danger? “I had a vision though,” he told Severus, “I saw a little boy forced to Crucio his sister-why would I have that vision if it didn’t happen? Voldemort wouldn’t send me a vision like that; what would be the point?”

“Of course the vision was real,” Dumbledore said, “Severus my boy, I’m afraid you are mistaken; there were certainly some children missing from the village. You have been working too hard-you just said you were with Sirius, but I am sure you meant Remus; as you know, Sirius is in the veil and there is no way to bring him back.” He glanced at an instrument on his desk and his eyes widened but he called; “Come in!” The office door opened to reveal Draco, Narcissa and Sirius.

“I contacted the auror department and they are on their way,” Narcissa said as she entered the room, “I’m glad to see you are still here, and safe Harry; Draco was worried.”

“Well, he does have a knack for trouble,” Draco pointed out as he took a chair next to Harry, scooting it over so that he could lay his hand on the other boys arm, “Has Severus told you that the vision is fake?”

“I don’t understand how, or why,” Harry told him, “Who would send me that vision?” He looked up at Severus who had drawn his wand and cast a type of diagnostic spell on him.

“A False Vision potion was used on you,” Severus informed him, “The aurors should be able to track the magical signature-”

“Or I can do it,” Sirius interrupted, “I was, after all, a trained auror.”

“Sirius-I’m so glad we have you back,” Dumbledore beamed at the animagus, but everyone saw that his usual annoying twinkle was gone; “However did you escape?”

“With the use of magic you know nothing about,” Sirius replied, “If you’ll cast the detection spell again Sev, I’ll do the tracking spell.” Severus nodded his agreement and the two spells were cast; no one was truly surprised when Dumbledore glowed with a faint red light.

“Why would you do that to me?” Harry demanded, “Haven’t you done enough? You already trapped me in my mind and forced me to live through the cruciatus; I can’t believe you!”

“Everything I do is for the Greater Good,” Dumbledore said, “I cannot expect a mere child to understand-”

“Then perhaps you can explain it to the rest of us,” Narcissa said pleasantly, “I’m sure Severus and Sirius would be interested to know your reasoning. First, however;” she turned to address Draco and Harry; “You boys have had a long day, and a trying night; why don’t you return to bed and we will tell you what happens tomorrow?”

“I don’t want-” Harry began, but stopped when Draco gently squeezed his arm.

“Come on Harry,” Draco said softly, “Mother is right-it has been a long day; let’s go to bed and we can worry about everything tomorrow, okay?”

“Well…I guess,” Harry agreed reluctantly, “I really don’t want to deal with the minister again already. Can we have a house elf take us back?”

“Of course,” Draco said; he got to his feet and then pulled Harry up as well as he called for Dobby. Dobby was only too happy to help his new masters, and after bidding Narcissa, Severus and Sirius good night Dobby apparated them to their rooms. Before long the two boys were back in bed and-with the help of a light sleeping draught for Harry-fast asleep.

AN: Sorry for the delay; my updates will likely be few and far between, but I am still working on this story and have no intention of abandoning it. Things will be winding down soon though-within the next few chapters I plan to have the confrontation with one of Harry’s enemies-won’t tell you which one though, as that would ruin the surprise! I know this chapter was a little choppy, but I hope you enjoyed it! Until next time!
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