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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80942 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
Disclaimer: The Harry Potter francise does not belong to me. I own only the plot and I make no money off of this.

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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: A battered Boy Who Lived finds his world come crashing down when his name comes out of the Goblet of Fire. Shockingly, the only ones to come to his rescue are those he'd believed were his enemies.

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

WARNING: This chapter contains possibly HIGHLY offensive language [in English and Russian]. If this offends you I recommend skipping it. Although it is a highly dramatic chapter parts of which may be important later if you choose to skip. I am taking extreme liberties with British Wizarding Culture, modeling it to that of Muggle British culture of the upper classes from the 19th Century. This would explain the strange speech patterns some of the characters display later in the chapter. Thanks- KusanoSakura.

Chapter 31- Peace shattering Argument in the Great Hall

The next morning there were wails and glares directed at George after the Daily Prophet arrived.

Laughing Draco began to read article on the front page of the paper in Russian for the benefit of their Durmstrang guests with Harry and Sophronia reading over his shoulder.

‘The most famous Seeker in the World to be Bonded?’

By Rita Skeeter

Witches and some Wizards I expect will be crying all over the World at the news that Durmstrang Institute’s Triwizard Champion and Seeker for the Bulgarian National Quidditch team, Viktor Krum is to be Bonded sometime in the New Year. To whom you might ask? To one George Weasley-Prewett who is the fifth born son of Lord Gideon Prewett and former Auror Arthur Weasley. Mr. Weasley is also the grandson of Lord Septimus and Cedrella Weasley. Though as good-looking as this boy is one wonders why he would be chosen by such an internationally famous person.

In an interview with Mr. Krum, he told this reporter, ‘I was attracted to George at once. We have similar interests and backgrounds. As you know I’ll be graduating at the end of the school year from the Durmstrang Institute. George however shall have another year at Hogwarts. I shall of course continue to fly for Bulgaria though I may consider flying for a British team if George doesn’t wish to be parted from his family. My fiancé is quite close to his siblings coming from a large family and is especially close to his twin.

My father had offer to buy us a home as is customary where I come from but George’s grandfather Lord Weasley graciously offered us a property that has been in the Weasley family for generations, a large country house in Godric’s Hollow. My father advised me to accept, between my mother and his grandmother they shall see to the furnishings of our future home. My father has agreed to cover all such expenses. My father runs one of the most successful operations in retrieving rare potions ingredients and wand cores for prominent potioneers and wandmakers.

My fiancé also has interest in business pursuits with his brother although I believe he will be more interested in the inventing side rather then the promotions aspect.’

‘Tell us what one thing originally brought you together?’

‘Quidditch. George was lucky enough to attend the Quidditch World Cup where he had the chance to see me fly at my best. He was in the Minister’s box a guest of future Triwizard judge Ludo Bagman. We did not realize until later that we’d seen one another in passing until recently.’

‘How were you introduced?’

‘I was graciously invited to sit at Slytherin’s Table in the Great Hall for meals you see. Draco Malfoy was accompanied by Harry Potter as well as George and his twin Fred to breakfast one morning following Draco and Harry’s return to Hogwarts. Draco Malfoy introduced us, I was taken with him, Beater he may be but I have never met a more gentle and affectionate soul.’

‘We heard a rumour that your fiancé’s elder brother Percy is also engaged is this true?’

‘Yes, to a Keeper who flies for Puddlemere United, a strong, honourable sort. His name is Oliver Wood, good friends throughout their days at Hogwarts I’m told. They broke up briefly over some stressful incident, quite sad really. They’re quite happy now, I heard a rumour that young though he is that Percy soon-to-be Wood, might be offered the position of Head of the British Ministry Department of International Magical Cooperation. He’s only been there a matter of months but due to former Triwizard Tournament Judge Crouch’s illness he has been running it quite smoothly mostly likely due to his experience as Head Boy at Hogwarts. I do hope it is true; he is a bright, hard working fellow. I wish him only the best, it would be an honour to call him and Oliver and brothers.”

‘You get along well with his family?’

‘Oh yes, his grandparents and his fathers think we’re good for each other. I look forward to a long and happy life together. Our children will most likely be very keen at Quidditch. Who knows, they might play in a Quidditch World Cup themselves. It’s quite sad that George has no desire to pursue a professional career as a Beater. He’d go far, he’s exceptional; (laugh) I’m not just saying that because we’re engaged. He could teach the Beaters I’ve flown with on the Vratsa Vultures and the Bulgarian National teams a thing or two.’

This reporter also had the opportunity to interview; with permission of course young Mr. Malfoy who introduced the happy affianced pair.

‘Mr. Krum tells us that you were responsible for their meeting.’

‘Yes, I had invited the Weasley-Prewett twins to join Harry and myself; I’m courting Harry Potter by the way, for breakfast. Viktor asked on behalf of his Durmstrang classmates to join us and I cordially invited them to. I thought that since we were all a bit nervous to mention that we all were interested in Quidditch. It just went from there. I had a feeling they’d make a match of it.’

‘Mr. Malfoy, are you considering a career as a professional Matchmaker?’

‘Of course not, it’s just a hobby. I maybe the Prince of Slytherin you know but I haven’t quite decided my path just yet. I’m considering studying to be an Unspeakable or apprenticing to my papa Professor Prince-Malfoy and becoming a potioneer.’

This reporter wishes young Mr. Krum all the best. We hope that he continues to do well in the Triwizard Tournament. May the best Champion win the Triwizard Cup!

Draco grumbled, “That dratted women! She said too much!” she’d twisted his words a bit and the way she wrote about George was downright rude! Her whole article was as if it’d been cut into pieces and rearranged by a Kneazel of all things.

He paged through to the announcement page where they printed engagements, Bondings, births and deaths to read two announcements.

Lord and Lady Wood of Aberdeen, Scotland and Lord Gideon Prewett and his consort Arcturus of Cairn Eerie, Scotland wish to announce the engagement of their sons Oliver Wood and Percival Brian Prewett-Weasley, ages nineteen and eighteen respectively. Oliver Wood is a second starter Keeper for Puddlemere United while his fiancé Percy works for the Department of International Magical Cooperation for the Ministry. They are to be bonded at a presently undecided date in the New Year. Their plan is to live in Britain.

Mr. And Mrs. Branislav Krum of Bulgaria, and Lord Gideon Prewett and his consort Arcturus of Scotland wish to announce the engagement of their sons Viktor Makariy Krum and George Caius Prewett-Weasley. Viktor Krum, currently of Durmstrang Institute is their Triwizard Champion. He flies for the Vratsa Vultures as well as the Bulgarian National Quidditch team as his schoolwork permits. Recently he flew in the Quidditch World Cup for Bulgaria as their Seeker catching the Snitch though not winning the match. His fiancé George is a Sixth Year student as Hogwarts. Their plan is to live in Godric’s Hollow, Britain following their Bonding.

Fred remarked dryly, “As least she got that much right.”

Ron stormed over, shaking what was no doubt Hermione’s paper or at least not his for he was too poor to have one of his delivered. Who knew if that two-face girl actually forgave Ron for slapping her. “George! You’re going to marry this foreigner? You’re consorting with the enemy.”

Fred laughed, “Enemy? What do you mean Ronnikins?”

“Not talking to you. I don’t know how you can stand being twins with a disgusting shirt lifter who betrays all of Hogwarts by consorting with a Durmstrang student. He should be supporting his own!” Ron growled.

“Whether or not I have a problem with George’s fiancé is between me and my brothers. I think Viktor is a decent bloke. He cares about George and that’s what matters.” Fred glared, “who are you to tell your cousin what to do with his life?”

“Such disrespectful behaviour Mr. Weasley.” Came the obsequies voice of Dumbledore. “That will be twenty points from Gryffindor.”

Fred turned his back on the odious Headmaster.

“Ten more points for rudeness to an authority figure.”

Viktor caught enough English to understand what was going on. “Pardon Headmaster vat has Fred durn to be punished like zat?”

“Beg pardon Mr. Krum but you aren’t a student at this School.” Dumbledore said scornfully.

“Perhaps zat iz true vat, Fred iz my Prietene. Blya!” lasping in Russian Viktor scowled.

Those understanding Russian, especially the witches’ ears and faces burned. Blya was in appropriate slang, not to be used in polite company for it had the meanings of shit, fuck and hell, though it literally meant whore.

Dumbledore’s face darkened, he looked at Viktor up and down sneering, “Tebya ne ebut, ti ne podmakhivai!”

Viktor bolted up livid, as did the rest of the male half of Durmstrang students and Draco who had learned that phrase in one of the more lurid novels in the Malfoy library.

Viktor spat out a torrent of Russian and Parseltongue at the man for his rudeness.

Which Draco understood, well the Russian half of the tirade.

Valea! Pizda!

Which Draco knew meant go away, cunt.

Ivanovski, Viktor’s schoolmate, who had agreed to fly for Gryffindor as a Keeper muttered under his breath something that Draco didn’t understand.

However Viktor did.

“Jebo te Bog te jebo da te jebo te Bog da te jebo dabogda...”

The Durmstrang Keeper’s girlfriend Ekateirna Petrova looked faint.

For the teen’s words meant, ‘May God fuck you, may He fuck you, God, that's who, may He fuck you, and may God allow God to fuck you, by God....”’

Draco leapt to his feet putting a restraining arm on Viktor and said sharply, “Firtat. Ostyn', comesean.” Which mean mate, chill or mate not at the table depending on how one took it.

Viktor glanced at Draco, his anger evaporating some, “Zank yo.” He turned to George and hugged him, knowing his display of temper hadn’t been seemly. It might have come as a shook. He hissed in Parseltongue in his ear, “Hush Srce moje. I am sorry I let my temper get the better of me.”

“What is going on here?” Karkaroff said as he and Severus made their way to the table.

Draco quickly brought Severus up to speed in Gaelic.

Karkaroff snapped at his own delegation of students in Russian.

Viktor being far more interested in reassuring George what happened, being of Chuvash descent his temper when riled was…shocking. Had he been like Charlie or his father he’d have transformed of all things frightening these Hogwarts students out of their mind. A Chuvash or a Veela transforming was more, not to say common at Durmstrang but a blind eye was turned to it.

Ivanovski was forced to relate the events to his Headmaster.

Karkaroff turned his ire on Dumbledore, “I was under the impression that we were to be welcomed as guests. Not treated as poor relations, unwanted and unworthy of a mediocre amount of respect.”

Severus bowed, though he had little love for Karkaroff, “My apologies Headmaster. This is a disgraceful event. I am sure the Headmaster is just overwhelmed by events these last few weeks.” He glared at Ron, “I have my suspicions who’s at fault here. Be off with you now before I come up with a reason to take points or grant detentions.”

Ron snapped, “I responsible? George is whoring himself out to some Durmstrang scum.” He shook the paper, “I can read. Percy’s done the same. Spreading his legs for that Wood. Calling it Bonding when it merely is an exaggeration placing oneself into the keeping of a man.”

Fred was appalled, “Where did you learn such vile language?”

Ron rolled his eyes, “I can read. Besides, there are types of Bonds that while legal aren’t in keeping with the dictates of polite society. Eventually, Krum will get bored of the novelty of using a British Beater as a plaything and he’ll turn George out his reputation ruined.”

Blaise’s ears burned, as did everyone whose ears understood the vileness spewing from Ron’s mouth.

George looked from Ron to Viktor in horror as if he couldn’t comprehend it. Surely Viktor wouldn’t do any such thing. He was too good…he knew it had to be all lies…

Blaise noticed Viktor’s confusion caught Draco’s eye, then he began explaining Parseltongue the vile thing that Ron was accusing Viktor of.

Fred hadn’t words to explain it in Russian or in Parseltongue but he was shaking with rage, beyond words as his hands were clenched into fists at his sides.

As Draco and Blaise explained farther, the Durmstrang delegation became more outraged. One of their own being attacked and they’d come as guests for a Tournament that was to foster pleasant relations between them?

Viktor glared at Ron, hissing in Parseltongue, “Be glad that I didn’t understand you the first time and that I am not a true Chuvash. If I were I would have ripped your head from its shoulders! Since you are family to my George however tenuous that link is I cannot harm you.” He glared at him and then pulled a shell shocked George into his arms for a kiss, breaking it and glaring at Ron as he sneered in English, “ I vill Bond to George. A proper Bonding. You are mistaken. I love him. Vat iz somezing you vill never undersan.” He drew George away.

“I think it best Headmaster that we remain in the ship until things cool off.” Viktor said through pursed lips in Russian to his Headmaster. “I’ll do my homework. If this cunt is still present next year, you’ll still have a Krum to teach.”

Karkaroff stared after Viktor’s retreating form, muttering in Russian, “Gle kurtsa ti u slamnatome sheshiru!”

A vulgar expression of surprise that Draco knew to mean, a dick wearing a straw hat! Most likely directed at Dumbledore and his hideous wizard’s hat.

An expression that made the Durmstrang witches for there were at least two, highly embarrassed.

An enraged Karkaroff was still seething as he looked at Dumbledore and Severus, muttering still in Russian. “U pitchku materinu! Koji ti je kurac?”

Those who understood Russian knew it meant, ‘motherfucker’ and ‘what the fuck is wrong with you?’

Karkaroff glared, ordering his students to retire to the ship until they had something by way of an apology.

An apology was something neither Dumbledore nor Ron would see fit to give them, Draco knew taking Harry’s hand and glancing at Adrian and Sophronia who clearly wished to be elsewhere he took Harry’s hand and move to take his leave followed by the rest of his House. He glanced over his shoulder at the odious Hogwarts Headmaster and tossed back a phrase in Russian, “Jebo te Bog na današnji dan!”

Severus must have understood that for his face was flushed with anger and embarrassment.

Draco’s words meant, ‘This goes down in history as the day God royally fucked you!’

Severus snapped, “To the dungeons with the lot of you. Draco you will go straight to my chambers a word in your ear I’ll have.”

“A blatant expression of disrespect of authority. I knew that keeping company with such as Mr. Malfoy was not good for one of Mr. Potter’s sensibilities.

Harry whirled on him, “My sensibilities? Draco not good for me? You started it you creep! Sticking your nose where it doesn’t belong! Ron, Fred and George may not be brothers but they are cousins as distasteful as the relationship might be to them both. It was a family matter that you hadn’t the right to poke your nose it.”

“And what business is it of yours pray?” Dumbledore said stiffly looking down his broken nose.

Harry rolled his eyes, “We’re all Blacks! My grandmother and theirs, our grandmothers were cousins which makes us kin.” He stuck out his tongue, “so there!”

Severus who’d heard that Ron was Dumbledore’s nephew, though he would be loathed to admit his sources. He pinched his nose, “Harry that’s quite enough. To my apartments this instant. I’m sure Remus and Lucius will give you both a dressing down for such displays of temper. I shall be assigning detentions for the both of you. Your hearts may have been in the right place but your actions are far from excusable.” He whirled on Dumbledore, “A fine way for a Headmaster to behave! Insulting visiting students! You’ve managed in the space of a few minutes along with your pathetic excuse for a nephew to incense our guests! What have you done to your common sense and vaulted regard for your fellow man?”

Dumbledore’s face was red, “What did you say?”

Severus said coolly, “I said that Ronald Weasley that was, is your nephew.”

Ron looked ill at first and then his face took on rather disagreeable look of superiority.

“I’ll thank you not to go about telling wild stories.” Dumbledore stammered.

Ron looked crestfallen.

Severus snorted, “I’m far from mistaken. That boy did not spring from the loins of Arthur Weasley. He in fact is the son of your brother Aberforth who runs the Hogs Head tavern.”

Ron went from gleeful to despondent, as if being related to the Headmaster of Hogwarts wasn’t as promising now that his father was named as the owner of a tavern.

“Don’t speak of things you know nothing of Severus Snape!”

Severus’ sneer turned into a mask of utter hatred, “My name,” he hissed, “is Severus Prince-Malfoy.”

“Oh so George Weasley is following your footsteps? As the plaything of a rich and powerful wizard? I’d have thought better of one with your abilities and intelligence.” Dumbledore sneered.

Severus snapped, “Well now I know where Ronald gets his dirty mind and filthy language. My relationship with Lucius is not beyond the pale as you imply. It is one of equality and respect, something you Headmaster would not understand.”

XoooooX

Remus though intrigued by Severus’ mind and his potions journals had raided all of the books in the Manor Libraries and that of Hogwarts for any book or scroll in anyway associated with that of wandlore. He had glanced through Moody’s last assignments and graded them hastily though finding he had little patience for such things.

Lucius had read the paper and was pacing furious at that Skeeter woman, threatening lawsuits and overthrowing that gossip rag the Daily Prophet.

That not so peaceful mood was broken when their portrait door was slammed open followed by the rain of insults from its inhabitant.

Entering the room were Draco and Harry, not far behind was a seething Severus.

Who upon entering the apartment tossed Remus his wand, “Hold that! I ought to not have it in my possession for fear I’ll storm out of here and threaten that arrogant useless fool!”

Lucius could feel the rage radiating off his Bondmate and his son as well as from Harry. “What happened?”

Draco spoke first, “Ron started it! Coming over to our table and insulting George and Percy, Implying they wouldn’t be entering true Bonding but rather would be taken into their Quidditch playing lover’s keeping. They would be their sexual playthings! Viktor didn’t understand a word of it! I shouldn’t wonder since astute tutors do not teach such language.”

Harry noticed that the angrier that a pureblood got the more old-fashioned their language was. In Severus’ case, it must be Lucius rubbing off.

“In that case Draconis Lucius Abraxus Prince-Malfoy would you explain to your father where you learned such vulgar Russian? Certainly not from a tutor or myself. I doubt any of our Durmstrang guests wouldn’t dare teach you. They unlike our Headmaster have at least attempted to be courteous.”

Draco winced, “I’d hope you hadn’t heard that.”

“They don’t call me a dungeon bat without reason. I’ve got ears that seem to heard through walls.” Severus said glaring.

Harry had no idea what Draco’s Russian had meant, nor anyone elses. He found Severus and Draco’s behaviour and language funny and burst out laughing.

Severus’ piercing eyes turned to him, “Don’t think you’re getting off easily Harry. Your mouth didn’t help matters. Like I said, you might have had good intentions but your actions left much to be desired. As much as we dislike him, that odious man is still Headmaster and is owe at least a modicum of respect.”

Harry winced at the scathing tone of Severus’ voice, “I’m sorry. I just got so mad at how he was treating them! He didn’t have the right to take point from Fred to telling Ron to clear off or when Fred ignored that creepy old man to keep his temper."

“He didn’t have the right to speak to them in such a way, nor did Ron. That’s not the point. Taking points for ludicrous reasons I’m one to talk. I’m a dreadful professor. I’d be happier hold up with my research! I haven’t patience for teaching. It’s a lot of nonsense to teach dunderheads who haven’t the slightest interest or talent for brewing and don’t wish to.”

Harry sighed, “You once thought I was one of those dunderheads. You took great pleasure in making me utterly nervous so I’d bollocks up. I’m really not so bad at Potions. I might not make it my life’s work as you do or Draco might, but I can see it has its purpose. I may go into a field where brewing is a needed talent.”

“I’ll have to punish you as much as I hate it. Draco a week of scrubbing cauldrons with not magic. Harry, you’ll go through my potions ingredients cupboards both of them. I want you to go over the list and make sure they are still in the proper arrangement. Also take note of anything I’m low on.” Severus said wit a hand to his temples.

“What about classes?” Draco asked, it was getting near time for them to start and papa had sent the entirely of Slytherin house with the exception of himself to the dungeons.

“With Minerva away in St. Mungos, unless we ask Dumbledore to fill in which Lucius will not agree to and considering that Remus is at present the only other professor formerly of Gryffindor I am sure we can declare today a free study. After that grotesque display of temper by the Headmaster I am sure that I can request a private meeting with the other professors. Perhaps, it is time we stepped in and gave Dumbledore the what for as well as the boot. As for George I’m sure he’ll be out of classes for a while. Viktor and Karkaroff quite refuse to enter the Castle without an apology.”

Remus sighed, “off with you both. You heard Severus. Free study for all and you’re both to do your detentions. I suspect that Harry’s will take longer.”

The last thing Draco and Harry heard was Lucius groaning, “I do hope Madam Maxime doesn’t hear of this! Or Skeeter for that matter.”

Blaise was outside waiting, “What’s the word?”

“Detention for myself and Harry. Remus is filling in for Professor McGonagall as Head of Gryffindor at present. Between them they’ve cancelled classes for the day. Ordered the lot of you to do Independent Study. We might not see George for a while if Viktor and Karkaroff are true to their word and they stay on their ship. I’m sure papa will see that food is delivered to them. As rude as Dumbledore has been my fathers won’t let our guests starve.”

“I shall pass the message on. Will you too be alright in the classroom along?”

Draco smirked, leaning over to whisper, “Papa chose his classroom and apartments well. They once belonged to Slytherin himself. Probably the safest places in this place.”

Blaise nodded, he handed off Draco and Harry’s snakes, “Been upset and wanted in those apartments. They’re in a right temper they are, although I sort of respect them Paradox and Shishreyu”

“The castle rumbles itself in dismay.” Shishreyu said in a hiss of dismay.

“They were quite upset when I returned to the dormitory and insisted on being with you.” Blaise said with an affected air that he was put out. “I’d keep them by you in case something happens. One of them can find me.”

Very well,” Draco said, “I’d best be scrubbing those cauldrons.”

Blaise winced, “Without magic?”

Draco nodded ruefully, “Without magic.”

Harry asked quietly, “Can’t we switch? I don’t mind scrubbing the Muggle way.”

Blaise laughed, “That’s why he’s given it to Draco. It will annoy Drake and you’d not mind it. What’s he assigned you?”

Harry sighed, “Cataloguing and organizing his potions supply cupboards.”

Blaise chortled, “An assignment Draco would relish. Now off with you, both will take a while but you’ll be close enough to keep an eye on one another and talk. Tell stories or what not. I’ll go study. Be a bit boring around here with the Dragons gone.”

“Blaise I do believe you’ve got a bit of a crush on Charles Weasley.” Draco teased.

“I most certainly do not have a crush on him!” Blaise said turning red, “No why don’t you see about your detention and leave me to work on my Transfiguration paper.”

Draco laughed at Blaise’s retreating back before leading Harry into the Potions classroom to begin their ‘detention’.

What do you think? Outstanding? Exceeds Expectations? Acceptable? Poor? Dreadful? Troll?

The phase 'Tebya ne ebut, ti ne podmakhivai!' means 'Mind your own God damn business' although it literally means, 'you're not getting fucked, so don't get up and squirm on my cock'.

I'm sure anyone being told that would end up livid especially since it came from the Headmaster of Hogwarts.
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