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Only You Can Set Me Free	By : wizgrl14 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 46730 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 34

A Helping Hand/Paw

The group sat around the long, cleared off table, having talked for the past few hours. Actually, the majority of the talking was done by Harry, who had been grilling Sirius for the majority of time. Said man took the interrogation with good grace, knowing that the Dark haired youth had every right to be skeptical about his sudden appearance.

“I told you I would be able to escape limbo within a few days of the last time we spoke, remember? The rip in that reality became wide enough for me to get through, and the first thing I did was apparate here. I knew that sooner or later you guys would think to come and investigate, or need a relatively safe place to hole up in while you tried to come up with a plan to defeat Voldemort.”

Harry was still a bit doubtful; this seemed just too good to be true. This could easily be another doppelganger, or a trap. He hated that he felt so wary of the man before him, but with a pack and a pregnant mate to look after, he couldn’t afford to let his guard down, no matter who he came across.

“So you’re saying that right after breaking free from limbo, you came straight here? You did nothing else, like talk to someone… Get in touch with anyone…?” Harry leaned forward, regarding the grungy man before him critically. He had to get more details from him, details that only the real Sirius could give.

Sirius barked out in laughter once again, feeling pride in the protective teen that sat across from him. He knew that the boy’s protective instincts would override his desire to believe that he was in fact his godfather. He also knew for a fact that he himself would be the same way, and applauded the boy’s steadfast resolution.

“Well, first I had to get past Remus and his obnoxious mate. You wouldn’t believe how much of a ruckus those two made about me coming here. They thought I would be in mortal danger, but I told them that according to the wizarding world, I was a dead man. No one was going to be keeping an eye out for old Sirius Black, that and Voldemort pretty much holds their attention these days anyway. I also told them that I would be apparating here and only here, I would not be romping about the greater London looking for you all. Remus knows me all too well, I’ll tell you, I had to swear up and down that I would stay put. He wound up calling Dobby here up from the kitchen at Hogwarts, telling him that he would be my warden, of sorts. He was to keep me under lock and key at all costs.”

Dobby jumped up to stand on the chair he had been occupying, performing a salute of sorts.

“Dobby did as Headmaster Lupin requested. Dobby kept Mr. Black sir in the house,” the elf smiled as he plopped himself back down. Sirius smirked bitterly, not able to muster any anger toward the little guy, he had grown quite fond of the helpful elf. He was much more decent than Kreacher, at any rate.

Harry sighed in relief, the explanation having proven that this was in fact his godfather. No one but Sirius would know about where he came out of limbo from, or who he would encounter. Also, he knew about Remus’ distaste and knowledge of Sirius’ need to be free to explore and not wanting to be cooped up. Lastly, he knew about Dobby’s profession as a kitchen elf, which very few people if any knew about.

Draco had sat in silence beside his mate and his fellow pack mates, intimidated slightly by the man before him. He was sure this was Harry’s godfather, but he was also a murderer from what he had heard in the past. Harry seemed to ease up, so the blond took that as a sign that the man was safe to be near and relaxed himself.

Sirius was relieved to see the emerald eyed teen at ease since he first arrived. He looked to Harry’s mate, then the others, feeling slightly guilty for not having introduced himself properly. He leaned forward to extend his hand to the blond first.

There was a sudden movement from across the table and Draco started, wrapping his arm around his abdomen. Harry growled at his godfather, leaning into his mate while watching the other man intently. Shaking his head, Harry ceased his threatening growl, eyes wide in surprise.

Sirius quickly dropped his hand and sat back upon hearing the younger boy’s growl. He smiled knowingly and reassuringly, showing the startled teen that he was not upset by his reaction.

“Sirius, I’m sorry, I don’t know why…”

“It’s fine Harry, I would worry if you didn’t react that way. Your mate was worried and startled, you felt protective of him and your pups, which is why you reacted that way. Instincts, Harry, you should trust them, be they human or canine. I am not a member of your pack, so your instincts were to defend your mate from me, it is natural.”

Harry nodded slowly, still slightly ashamed of having growled at his godfather. He sat back, allowing Draco the freedom to either accept the man’s presence or leave.

Draco himself felt quite foolish, causing a scene like he had. He straightened in his seat and leaned forward, arm extended. Sirius took the offered hand, noticing the injured appendage at the boy’s side for the first time.

“I’m Draco, it is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Black,” he said, years of proper etiquette being drilled into him by his parents coming to the forefront.

“The pleasure is all mine, Draco. Please, you four should get some rest. There are plenty of rooms, enough for all of you. Head to the second floor, there are two available rooms. The master bedroom, it used to be my parents’, it is vacant. Then there is my room, which is where I am sleeping, and there is my brother’s room. It is a bit of a mess, I haven’t had a chance to clean it up yet.”

The four teens stood, thanking Sirius as they made their way toward the staircase.

“Harry, can I see you and Draco for a moment?”

Harry paused at the bottom step, turning to his approaching godfather with Draco in tow.

“Harry, did you forget that your mate was injured?”

Harry blanched, rubbing the back of his head with a grimace. Draco cast his eyes skyward; he had forgotten the limp appendage himself.

“I suppose that’s a yes. Here Draco, let me see that arm,” Sirius laughed slightly, gingerly examining the teen’s offered arm. He pulled out his wand, which had belonged to his father, and gently prodded at the entirety of the arm, muttering slightly under his breath. Draco looked to Harry, who nodded, he was in good hands.

“A fracture on the shoulder bone, and another about four inches below that is a bit smaller… I’ll be able to fix this up in a jiffy.”

Another string of muttering and a soft jab from the wand was all it took to fix the fractured bones. Draco flexed the healed arm, stretching it above his head and rotating it. All seemed to be in order, he jutted the arm toward the surprised man in front of him.

“Thank you, sir, I’d hate to be impaired if we were to come across Voldemort and his followers.”

Sirius smilingly shook the teen’s hand, extending his free hand up the staircase.

“No thanks needed, now please do get some rest. Fawkes and Helios are already up there waiting for you. We can catch up a bit more in the morning, Harry,” Sirius added, seeing that his godson seemed hesitant to ascend.

Harry nodded, taking his mate’s hand and climbing the stairs. With one last glance over his shoulder, the dark haired teen smiled at his godfather, a silent thank you to the man that meant a great deal to him. Sirius returned the smile, turning to the kitchen and beckoning the liberated house elf.

“Yes Mr. Black, sir?”

“Dobby, please see that Harry and his friends are comfortable while they are with us, will you? They are going to need a lot of support while they are coming up with a plan of action.”

“Of course sir, Dobby owes Harry Potter his life. Dobby will always be there for Harry Potter if he needs help, and that includes his friends.”

“I knew you would say that,” Sirius responded, chuckling as he led the elf in continuing their cleanup of the old house.

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The next morning

Harry led his pack into the kitchen, following the scent of sausage, jams, eggs, and toast. The four teens had been surviving on very little the past few weeks, eating only what they could find in their wild surroundings and rationing. The smell of actual food was quite appealing, especially to Draco, who was practically salivating at the sight of the many treats before them.

“You all must be starving; I know you couldn’t have had proper meals while traipsing through the woods and mountains.”

Harry looked at the man in surprise.

“The spirits in limbo know a great deal, I’ll give them that. What they couldn’t tell me, Remus and Severus did. Now sit, sit and eat your fill. Dobby and Kreacher have prepared an amazing breakfast for us this morning.”

As he finished speaking the two elves came to the table, carrying trays laden with an array of treats of the magical and non-magical variety. Dobby seemed all too happy to be in the company of the wizards, but Kreacher was still in the habit of uttering foul obscenities under his breath. He practically slammed the heavy tray before the aggravated blond teen, who seemed about to pummel the surly elf when he heard him muttering about traitors and mudblood lovers.

“Don’t mind Kreacher, he is just a bit upset that I have come back from the dead. He is getting better, though, we have even come to a bit of an understanding.” Sirius nodded his dismissal of the elf, who scowled only slightly as he placed napkins before the hungry teens.

Kreacher bowed deeply, walking backward and exiting the kitchen to return to his hidey hole beneath the staircase beside the heater.

“He does seem a bit more hospitable this time around,” Harry remarked, beginning to pile his plate with a variety of foods. Luna began to shovel many items onto Draco’s plate before she had served herself, much to the blond teen’s annoyance and Cedric’s amusement.

“I can serve myself you know,” Draco bit out, as he softly pushed the girls’ hand away as she tried to put more oatmeal onto his plate. He was a bit embarrassed, but secretly grateful for the girls’ attention.

“You are eating for three now, Draco, and you haven’t eaten properly in ages. We want those two to be healthy and strong,” Luna responded as she unwittingly began filling Cedric’s plate. Cedric smiled at the girls’ antics, she seemed to have taken the mommy role now that she knew Malfoy was expecting. However, much to his confusion, he was beginning to see her as anything but a mother figure. He lowered his blushing face, passing it off as his eagerness to eat.

Draco had muttered an embarrassed response to the blond girl, tucking into his own meal. Harry and Sirius had the decency to hide their snickers, amused by the group’s actions. Harry wasn’t blind to the other two in their pack, either; he noticed that they seemed to have grown quite close to one another. He grinned behind his hand, it seemed that he would get to play match maker after all.

“So Harry, how was your night? Did you sleep well?”

Harry was pulled from his thoughts; he turned to his godfather with a smile.

“It was great, we all wound up sleeping in your room… your brother’s room seemed to have been locked up tight.”

Sirius paused mid bite, tilting his head slightly in wonder.

“That’s odd, I could have sworn I had Dobby open it last night so that we could clean it up a bit. Perhaps… Kreacher!”

The house elf appeared after a moment with a pop. He bowed, apparently holding back a string of curses, as he shook slightly.

“Master Black?”

“I thought I told you not to be messing around in Regulus’ room. I have to clean that pig sty out, and I don’t need you sneaking in there and pilfering items to take to your room.”

Kreacher stood somewhat defiantly, pulling from his dirty cloak what appeared to be a tattered book.

“Master Black, Kreacher apologizes, but Kreacher wants to keep something of master Regulus to remember him by. Master Regulus was always very kind to Kreacher.”

Sirius sighed, relenting as he motioned for the elf to carry on.

“Alright, but that is all you get to keep, Kreacher, we are trying to clean this place u-…”

“Wait, what does that book say on the cover?” Harry cut him off, staring wide eyed at the dingy book.

Sirius leaned to the side and examined the cover of the book.

“It’s just my brother’s initials, Harry. R.A.B, Regulus Arcturus Black, apple of my parent’s eyes, the greatest son a proud pureblooded family could have. I wasn’t exactly what they hoped I would be in a… Is something wrong, Harry?”

Harry was flabbergasted, trying to connect the dots as the others around him stared in confusion.

“You say he was your brother? Is he…”

“Dead? Yes, long dead. Voldemort killed him with his own hands, as I recall.”

At that point Kreacher burst into tears, he gripped the book tighter, swaying slightly as he choked on his sobs.

Sirius took pity on the bawling elf, dismissing him as he stood to clear the now food-free table. Luna stood to help him, brandishing her own wand and levitating the dishes to the sink.

Harry sat in stunned silence, remembering that it was because of Sirius’ brother that Dumbledore was so easily killed. He also remembered the second note, in which the man that referred himself as R.A.B. indicated that he was working against the dark lord.

“What was he like while he lived? You say he was the pride of your parents’ existence.”

The others leaned closer, anxious to hear about the mysterious R.A.B.

“Well, he was a bit reserved throughout childhood and into his teen years. He was a big supporter of Voldemort and all that he stood for. He was the typical proud pureblooded wizard, who thought those that were not of wizarding descent were unworthy. He joined Voldemort’s army straight out of Hogwarts if I recall correctly. Some time passed, and I am just going off of hearsay, but he came to resent Voldemort, to fear him. He happened upon a damning bit of information about the bastard, and was going to try to destroy him with it, but was killed before he got the chance.”

The green eyed teen pondered on that information, knowing for a fact that the information Regulus had discovered was pertaining to the horcruxes. He found out about the items and their meaning, so he had taken one of them and tried to destroy it himself. He was apparently murdered before he could, and left that second note without knowing that the dark lord was aware of his plan.

“Did you know of my brother, Harry? Does he have something to do with what you are planning?”

“Well, there was a locket that had a note inside that he had written. The locket contained a part of Voldemort’s soul,” Harry reached into his shirt and pulled out the tattered locket, showing it to his godfather.

“Ah, yes, Remus told me about these items. This one seems to have gone through quite a bit,” Sirius replied, flipping the necklace over. “There are apparently a few more of these floating around out there. Do you think you know what they may be?”

“Dumbledore told me that there were seven of these containers, and that they would hold some sort of sentimental or important value to Voldemort. So far we have destroyed a diary the he owned as a teen in Hogwarts, a ring belonging to his mother’s family, and the locket of Salazar Slytherin. If I had to take a stab at what other items may contain a piece of his soul, I would think the items of each house of Hogwarts. He was, in a way, free while at school. He could be who and what he was, a wizard, and he reveled in that. What better to place a piece of yourself in than something that signified very important people, and would be extremely hard to obtain?”

Sirius nodded in agreement, standing quickly as he thought of something. The four teens stared at him as he nearly ran from the kitchen. He called to them over his shoulder.

“Perhaps we will find something in my brothers’ room? He often visited out parents, even when he was in Voldemort’s army. There may be some clues as to what he discovered about Voldemort that made the snake man feel he needed to be killed so that it wouldn’t get out.”

By that time the others were rushing in his wake, Harry was right on his heels, excited at the prospect of making even further progress in the war against the dark lord.

He only hoped that Sirius’ brother, having been in such close contact with Voldemort, acquired a sense of who the dark lord really was, and what he valued above all else.

‘You will be destroyed, Voldemort, I shall make sure of that.’
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