Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

Harry Potter and the Black King	By : Phoenixstrike Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10586 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Harry Potter and all characters and situations are created and owned by JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Warner Bros. No money is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter List
- 4
- 5
- 6
Chapter Five: The First Horcrux

Harry threw himself into horcrux research in the week that followed his day out in London in both in an attempt to distract himself from his Hideously Inappropriate Crush on Draco Malfoy, and also to try and actually get somewhere; it had been two weeks since his arrival at Grimmauld Place and Harry really felt he should be making progress by now. But, he finally had to admit, he wasn’t getting anywhere with it. He couldn’t think of any possible locations, other than Hogwarts, which Dumbledore had thought incredibly unlikely. He once more took out the note that was inside the fake horcrux, and re-examined it.

To the Dark Lord,

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know it is I who discovered your secret. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

-RAB

He was no closer to discovering who RAB was. He was going to have to talk to Snape- something that, despite their fragile truce and Dumbledore’s letter urging the pair to work together, he had so far been trying to avoid. He picked up the note and the fake horcrux and made his way down to the kitchens.

*****

“Why, in the name of Merlin, did you not confide this information in me days ago?” Snape finished reading the note and put it down on the kitchen table. He sounded exasperated. Harry flushed slightly.

“I don’t know. I guess I still wanted to do this alone really. But I really haven’t got a clue. I don’t know who RAB is, I don’t know where the real locket is, and I haven’t got a bloody clue where the other ones are, except Nagini and I can’t exactly march up to her and kill her right now, can I? And I don’t suppose you have any idea who this RAB is either, right?”

“Actually, imbecilic brat, I do. Look, it’s addressed to ‘The Dark Lord’. Now, who does this suggest wrote the note to you?”

Harry thought for a moment. He’d only ever heard one group of people refer to Voldemort as ‘The Dark Lord’.

“Voldemort was betrayed by a Death Eater” he surmised. “But I still don’t know who that was, I mean, I’m not exactly up to date on the A to Z of servants of megalomaniacs you know.”

Snape rolled his eyes and let out an audible sigh of annoyance.

“Are you being deliberately obtuse or are you simply this idiotic naturally? Think what I was, Potter. Did it not occur to you that, even if you do not happen to have extensive knowledge of the Death Eaters, then perhaps I would? And, as it so happens, there was only one Death Eater with those three initials. The person who stole the horcrux was Regulus Black.”

Harry’s mouth opened in shock.

“Sirius’ brother?” he asked. Snape nodded.

“Regulus’ middle name was Arcturus. He turned his back on the Death Eaters a couple of years before the fall of The Dark Lord and lost his life because of it. He is the perfect candidate for having done something like this. I’m certain this is who RAB was.”

“But, then, the locket could be anywhere!” Harry said, with a panic in his voice. “What if Voldemort discovered him in possession of it when they killed him and moved it to another location? What if he managed to actually destroy it? We’ll never know, and I can’t defeat Voldemort until we do just in case! What if he brought it back here, and then…”

But he stopped talking, and turned pale.

“Shit” he whispered. “Shit, shit shit!” Snape stared at him.

“Potter” he said gently and not unkindly. “Are you feeling well?” Harry shook his head, wide-eyed.

“There was a locket” he said. “Here, two summers ago. When we- Hermione, the Weasleys and I- were cleaning this house so it could be used as the Order headquarters. I remember it because we all tried to open it and no one could, and then… then… Oh shit.” He put his head in his hands. “Snape, we HAD the horcrux. And we bloody threw it out”. He groaned loudly and banged his fist hard onto the table, loudly enough to even cause Snape to start slightly.

“If we actually threw it out we’re never going to find it. But Kreacher kept taking stuff out of the bags and hiding it. If he took the locket…” a small glimmer of hope flickered. “If he stole it back, then it could be here still. I’ll summon him and ask him. Kreacher!”

With a small crack the house elf instantly apparated into the kitchen.

“Kreacher’s half-blood master summoned Kreacher?” He said, dislike oozing from every syllable. Harry ignored it.

“Kreacher, two summers ago, when Hermione, the Weasleys and I were staying here with Sirius, we cleaned the house and removed several articles. I already know you reclaimed some of these as you were caught. Kreacher, I need an honest, straight answer from you. Did you, or did you not, take a locket from a sack of items to be thrown away?” The elf paused, trying to find a loophole that would mean he could avoid answering. Evidently he failed to find one.

“Kreacher took the locket.”

“And why- exactly please- did you take the locket?” Harry probed, relief flooding through him.

“Kreacher took the locket because Master Regulus had told Kreacher it was important. Kreacher liked master Regulus. Master Regulus was a good boy. Mistress Walburga was proud to have master Regulus for a son, unlike the Sirius boy. Master Regulus said Kreacher had to hide the locket and try to destroy it if master was no longer around to try. Only two days later master was carried off by Death Eaters and Kreacher never saw Master again. Kreacher tried to destroy the locket but no elf magic worked. Kreacher failed.” With that he let out a he wail and he tried to bang his head on the table. Harry restrained him just in time.

“And where is the locket now Kreacher? I want the exact location”.

“Kreacher took it to Mistress Narcissa’s manor, on the night Kreacher visited nearly two years ago.” Kreacher told him between sobs. Harry could almost feel his heart sink at this. It was in the Manor, and so was bloody Voldemort. “Kreacher wanted Master Regulus’ locket safe where you or one of the Weasley brats wouldn’t find it and knew Malfoy Manor was a safe location. So Kreacher gave it to Mistress Narcissa. Kreacher knows no more”.

Harry shut his eyes. On one hand, at least he knew where the locket was now, and with Draco’s knowledge of the manor it probably wouldn’t be too difficult to locate. On the other hand, having to return to the building he’d barely got out alive from just a fortnight ago, whilst Voldemort still resided there, was hugely unappealing. Still, Harry knew, it would have to be done.

“Thank you Kreacher. Please return to Hogwarts now”. Kreacher glared at Harry but managed to bow, and with another crack he disapparated.

“Well” said Harry, turning to Snape. “I’ve come further in the last half an hour than I have in six weeks at least.” He stood up abruptly.

“Where are you going Potter?” Snape asked.

“To ask Draco to write to his mother. Don’t worry, I’m not going to tell him what the locket is” he said, in response to Snape’s obvious protest that was about to come. “I’ll just tell him it’s something important we need to find. I’d do it myself but Hecate is the only owl that can reach them, and only a letter from Draco’s hand can get through their wards. You know as well as I do we have to do this.”

Snape paused for a moment before giving a resigned sigh.

“You’re correct, Draco must send the letter. But do not reveal more than you have to. I do not think for a second that Draco would pass on this information to the Dark Lord, but one can never be sure about Lucius, even after all the Dark Lord has done to him and his family. Lucius could see it as a way of gaining amnesty from him if he could hand such information over. He must not be able to draw any suspicions from the content of your letter.”

“Thank you” Harry replied, and exited the kitchen, heading for Draco’s bedroom.

*****

Harry knocked on Draco’s door and waited for the ‘enter’ that would allow him in. When he stepped inside he couldn’t stop his tummy flipping at the smile Draco gave him. Not to mention he was wearing the same long sleeved white t shirt he had tried on whilst shopping, and a tight-fitting pair of- now really isn’t the time to be eyeing Draco up he scolded himself and forced himself to concentrate on more important matters.

“Hey. I need a favour. I need to use Hecate to send a letter to your mother.” Harry relayed the story- as much as he could anyway- of the locket and Kreacher delivering it to the manor, whilst Draco sat confused.

“Why is this locket in particular so important Harry?” Draco asked, not unreasonably.

“Please Draco, not now. I can’t say, but please, trust me. I know this is asking a lot, but I wouldn’t if it wasn’t vital.”

Draco looked like he was going to argue, but thought better of it. He stood from his bed, putting the book he was reading on the bedside table, and crossed to the small desk in his room. He pulled out ink and parchment and then he and Harry composed the letter. Harry read it and reread it, and was confident there was nothing in it to give away just how important the locket was.

Draco attached the letter to Hecate’s leg and the pair watched her soar into the warm August afternoon.

“We should have a reply this evening. Until then, do you want to spend some time together?” Draco asked. Harry grinned.

“Excellent idea” he said, and allowed himself one or two slightly inappropriate thoughts.

*****

Dear Draco,

And, of course, Mr Potter. Kreacher came to me in December 1995 and asked me to keep secure a locket that he told me had belonged to my cousin, Regulus. I placed this item into the Black vault which is located at the Manor.

Please do not consider returning to the manor to retrieve it. He Who Shall Not Be Named and the Death Eaters are still using it as their headquarters.

Narcissa Malfoy.

Draco finished reading.

“Well, this means it is where I was pretty certain it would be, but we needed this confirmation before we went back to the manor- with Voldemort there we couldn’t just go searching. When shall we go?” Harry stared at him.

“’We’?!”

“How do you expect to get into the vault without me?”

“Tell me where it is and I’ll go in”

“It doesn’t work like that” Draco replied. “My mother has it in the Black Vault. It’s warded. No one except someone of Black blood can access it. It requires a blood donation in order to relax the wards. That means you cannot get in to it. You need me.”

Harry panicked. There was no way he wanted to take Draco back to the manor, the place in which he almost died. His brain started working at a hundred miles an hour.

“Then I’ll take Tonks. She’s a trained auror, she’s in the Order and she has exactly the same Black blood status as you, given your mothers are sisters- if you can access it she can too”.

Draco stared. Harry didn’t know if Draco was angry or incredulous. Either way there was an edge and a slight bite to his voice that reminded Harry far too much of the Draco he’d known before they’d formed a friendship.

“Andromeda Tonks was disinherited from the Black family decades ago. She is no longer recognised as a member of the Black family, which means her descendants aren’t either. And even if she was, her daughter is a half-blood. The wards around my mother’s vault recognise blood purity only.” He paused, and gave Harry his trademark Malfoy sneer. “Your choices to help you into that vault are me or Bellatrix.”

Harry, scowling, just ignored the jibe. “Fine. I can’t take Tonks then cos of your family’s prejudices and idiotic practices. So tell me where the vault is and I’ll go and fire a Reduco at it instead and blast it open.”

“Yeah, because the Death Eaters won’t hear that at all will they, Potter? Nor would it work. Tell me, why are you so determined to keep me out of the place? Don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I bloody trust you! I just don’t want you to have to risk yourself for this!” Harry could feel himself getting more and more worked up as the desperation in him to keep Draco out of harm built.

“Then why, exactly, are you forbidding me to enter my own property?”

“BECAUSE I CARE FAR TOO MUCH ABOUT YOU!”

Whatever Draco was going to say next in retort was forgotten and he quickly shut his mouth. Instead he stared at Harry, his expression unreadable. Harry could probably have still managed to salvage the situation if his brain had been working at full speed. Instead Harry inwardly cursed himself and his stupid uncontrollable Gryffindor mouth, his cheeks tinging with deep pink. He felt hot all over, and stared down at his hands, suddenly finding the callus on his right index finger extremely interesting. There was a long pause; Draco’s eyes never left Harry, his features calm.

“Harry…” Draco’s voice was incredibly soft, their previous argument forgotten. He reached out a hand to place on Harry left forearm, but Harry jumped out the way of the touch. He gave a small cough.

“So… it looks like you’re going to have to come with me then.” He still refused to meet Draco’s gaze. “We’ll go in the morning as soon as we’re both up. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And he practically ran out of the bedroom. He didn’t slow up until he reached his own room, where he closed the door behind him and slid down it, bringing his knees to his chest and cradling them in his arms. His face still burned with embarrassment. You stupid, stupid fucking prat the voice inside him said repeatedly. Harry completely agreed with it.

*****

After a very awkward breakfast the following morning where neither Harry nor Draco ate much or spoke much with each other, Harry decided they should probably get going. Draco had spent most of breakfast sending Harry little looks and trying to catch his eye, whilst Harry stubbornly ignored Draco. He was still in a bad mood, and it hadn’t been improved by another night of poor sleep. The task of having to sneak into Malfoy Manor- again- and with Draco after last night’s outburst were not exactly filling him with the joys of spring either.

“Harry, can we…” Draco began, but Harry cut him off.

“Come on, we need to go.” They said their goodbyes to Snape, who had offered to go with Draco instead of Harry (Harry had refused; there was likely to be many items of jewellery in the vault and Snape didn’t know what the horcrux locket looked like), and Harry threw the cloak over them both. Then they stepped out of Grimmauld Place and Draco apparated them both to the manor.

Lucius’ wards were still set to accommodate Harry so Draco managed to apparate the pair of them directly inside the manor. He chose an unused drawing room in the south wing, as close to the vault as he could get where he was as certain as he could be that the Death Eaters would not be present. They both quickly cast a finite to make sure there were no Death Eaters disillusioned in the room, before casting disillusionment charms on themselves.

Draco opened the door.

“Turn right here” he whispered, and Harry followed him down the long corridor. Draco continued to weave him and Harry through a maze of corridors with whispered directions until they came to a door with a large gold handle. Harry noticed that inscribed on the handle was the Black crest and the words ‘Toujours pur’. This is it then Harry thought to himself. The Vault must be inside this room behind these doors. It did not, however, take Harry long to work out he was incorrect- the vault wasn’t located in the room behind the doors; this was the door to the vault itself. Draco took out his wand and cast a quick slicing charm on the palm of his hand. Bright crimson dripped onto the handle. The door handle glowed a brilliant gold, then swung open. Harry felt Draco’s hand on his wrist gently pull him into the room.

Harry gaped. He couldn’t stop himself. The room was the size of his dorm at Hogwarts and filled with jewels and treasures. They removed the disillusionment charms from themselves.

“Why isn’t this all in Gringotts?” Harry asked.

“With the blood wards in place on this room, and the wards on the manor itself, this is about as safe as Gringotts” Draco replied. “Plus having my mother’s jewellery miles away in London is somewhat inconvenient when she decides she wants to wear a certain piece. This is all very expensive, but nothing is priceless or a family heirloom. Those are in the Gringotts’ vault. Now let’s look for this bloody locket so we can go.”

Harry had quickly explained to Draco what it looked like before they left, and the pair set to work searching. After twenty minutes Harry’s seeker training kicked in and he spotted the locket, nestled between a pair of platinum and turquoise earrings and an ornate golden brooch with an emerald dragon encrusted on it. Triumphant, Harry grabbed it, putting it round his neck quickly for safe keeping.

“Let’s get out of here quickly” he said to Draco.

They left the vault and prepared to apparate, when Harry heard footsteps. He immediately threw his cloak over him and Draco and pushed him against the wall. Two Death Eaters rounded the corner. Harry held his breath, not daring to give away their position. Draco had gone silent next to him.

“The Dark Lord says it will be on the fourteenth” said the female Death Eater. “He prefers nightfall. Chance for more people to be at home rather than out enjoying the weather”. The male Death Eater laughed.

“I hope I get one. I’d love a filthy mudblood. I just wish he’d chosen a bigger town or something. There’s not exactly a lot of wizards in Emsworth. Although I hear it does make a lovely tourist spot”. The two Death Eaters chuckled together and continued down the corridor.

Harry listened for the sounds of their footsteps disappearing. Only then did he realise his body was pressed flat against Draco’s. He looked into Draco’s face, inches from his own. He could feel Draco’s warm breath on his cheek. Draco was staring straight back into his eyes, his mouth slightly open. His fingers lightly brushed Harry’s arm, eliciting a small shiver in Harry. He licked his lips, eyes still locked with Draco’s. Still neither boy had moved. Draco moved his face closer to Harry’s…

Suddenly a laugh emitted from another room down a far corridor and snapped Harry out of his trance, reminding him where they were and what they were supposed to be doing.

“We really need to go” he whispered, somewhat hoarsely. Draco merely nodded. He grabbed Harry gently by the arm and apparated them straight to Grimmauld Place.

*****

Harry was relieved to find Remus sitting at the kitchen table with Snape, as the conversation he had overheard at the manor was troublesome. Snape’s head snapped up when he heard them approach and his face flooded with what Harry was sure was relief. Before he could do or say anything else, however, Remus had engulfed Harry in a tight hug, before pulling away with a whispered, “thank Merlin you’re okay”. Snape looked at Harry and raised his eyebrows in question. Harry gently nodded and indicated his neck to Snape to inform him they had the locket. The corners of Snape’s mouth turned up and something that looked suspiciously like admiration filled his eyes, before he banished it. Harry and Draco sat down.

“We’ve got a problem” Harry started, and saw Snape and Remus’ eyes widen. “No, don’t worry, we’re both fine. It was actually really easy, and Draco was right, I would never have been able to get in and find the locket without him and certainly without alerting Voldemort I was there. No, it’s not about the locket. As we were leaving we both overheard two Death Eaters discussing an attack on a town called Emsworth. It’s taking place in two nights’ time. Apparently it has a small wizarding community”.

“I’ll alert the Order” said Remus immediately. “Where is Emsworth exactly?”

“It’s in Hampshire, near Portsmouth” said Harry. He felt amusement at the three pairs of amazed eyes on him and chuckled lightly. “I do know things you know. One of the advantages of having had some muggle education- we learn things other than just spells and potions at school. Anyway, it’s on the coast of Hampshire, near the Sussex border. My uncle Vernon’s sister, Marge, went there once. Dudley got a postcard. It sounded like a minor raid, with minor Death Eaters going, but I’m not certain. Remus, will you be able to send the Order to protect the town?”

“Of course they’ll go” Remus replied. “Harry, will you come with me? To speak to the Order I mean? You’ll need to relate what you heard. You can tell them you heard it in a vision, no need to mention you were idiotic enough to go back to the manor again” he said, although his words lacked heat. Indeed, they sounded like they contained immense pride, as if he’d have expected nothing less from Harry. “I’ll call an emergency meeting. We’ve switched Order meetings to the Burrow for now. You need to catch up first hand on what the Order has been up to anyway”.

Harry agreed, and followed Remus out of the kitchen, catching Draco’s eye as he went. The brief memory of them pressed together crossed his mind and he flushed slightly. Draco gave him a small, lopsided half-smile then turned to talk to Snape. Harry turned away, somewhat reluctantly, and exited Grimmauld place once more, apparating to The Burrow.

*****

Harry arrived and felt suddenly nervous. This was going to be the first time he had seen Ron or Hermione since their bitter argument on his birthday. Remus seemed to know what Harry was thinking.

“They’re not mad. Not anymore” he said. “They’re more… hurt and confused. And to be honest they have good reason.” Harry winced. He knew he’d been a bit unfair with what he’d said to Ron and Hermione. Part of him was still mad at their complete lack of support in him though.

The door to the Burrow opened then, and Ron and Hermione stepped through the door into the garden. They both froze when they saw him. “Go and talk to them Harry. They’re your friends. I’ll alert the Order members, and as soon as everyone is here we’ll hold the meeting. Go.” And Remus walked into the Burrow.

Harry swallowed as his two best friends approached.

“Erm, hi” he said awkwardly. Hermione smiled at him whilst Ron just glared.

“What are you doing here, Harry?” he asked coldly.

“Let’s talk. Not in your room. Last two times we’ve been in there we’ve yelled at each other. I don’t want to yell anymore. Let’s go into the orchard.” Harry led the way with Ron and Hermione following. He sat underneath an apple tree which provided good shade against the August sun, and gestured for his friends to sit next to him.

“Firstly I want to say sorry. For being a prat, for keeping secrets. For shutting you both out. It’s just… I always felt I could rely on you both, for anything, you know? Then suddenly you weren’t there when I was desperate. And then, well, I guess I got a bit defensive, and, um, yelled at you before you could yell at me about a few things. Things you’re not going to like very much most probably. I’ll tell you, but you need to promise to listen to me and hear me out.” He took a deep breath as both Ron and Hermione nodded their promise.

“Please don’t shout at me, and trust me. Okay. Right. Um, I’m not living at Grimmauld place alone. Snape and Malfoy are both living there too.”

He stared into his friends’ scandalised and shocked faces but, to their credit, they both kept their promise and remained silent. He reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out Dumbledore’s letter, handing it over to them. He stared at their faces, searching for some sign of the emotions they were feeling, whilst they both read.

When they had finished Hermione said, “How could Dumbledore have done this? I never thought I would feel sorry for Snape.” Ron nodded his agreement. Relief threatened to overcome Harry. They did, at least, understand in part.

“Without Snape there is a good chance Remus and I wouldn’t have got out of the Manor alive that night, and Draco certainly wouldn’t have. Snape fought with us. The Death Eaters want him almost as much as they want me right now. And Malfoy is there because to be honest he has nowhere else to go- his parents are in hiding too but wherever they are isn’t as secure as Grimmauld. It’s the safest place for him right now”.

“Are you sure of Snape’s loyalties, Harry?” Hermione asked. Harry smiled at her.

“Oh yes. I, um, found something this morning, and it’s all thanks to Snape.” And he reached into his t shirt and pulled off the locket. Both Ron and Hermione gasped.

“Harry, is that…” Ron began. Harry grinned and nodded jubilantly.

“Snape was the one who worked out who RAB was. Do you remember the locket we tossed out two years ago?”

They both stared, wide-eyed in realisation. “Well, that was it. RAB was Regulus Black, Sirius’ brother. The only chance of finding it was if Kreacher stole it back like he did with loads of other things. So I called Kreacher and he told me he’d taken it to Malfoy Manor to give to Draco’s mum. Malfoy and I snuck back in there this morning and got it. I’d never have been able to get the locket out of the manor without him”.

“You’ve got it!” Hermione squealed, whilst Ron uttered, “blimey, well done mate.” Harry beamed, and then told them both the story of the blood wards, and sneaking into the manor. He left out the part about where he and Draco almost kissed. He didn’t want to give Ron an embolism and kill him.

“And that leads to why I’m here. When we were about to leave we overheard a conversation between two Death Eaters. They’re planning an attack on the south coast in two nights’ time. So Remus is here to call an Order meeting. I’m going to tell them I saw the conversation in another vision. I can’t explain to them all about Snape and Malfoy or why I was at Malfoy Manor yet. It would lead to too many questions we can’t answer.”

“And how is it going mate? Living with Malfoy?” Ron asked.

Brilliant. I have a ridiculous and highly inappropriate crush on him. In fact I almost kissed him this morning and had a wank whilst thinking about him three days ago. “It’s going quite well. We’ve reached a truce anyway so at least we’re not yelling at each other all the time. He’s okay when you get to know him. He’s safe at Grimmauld place and that’s what matters for the time being.”

“Can I ask you something Harry?” Hermione asked tentatively. Harry sensed she was nervous and vowed not to bite her head off, whatever it was. “Why were you so certain it wasn’t a fake vision? Did it feel different to… to the one he sent you of Sirius, or something else?”

Harry thought for a moment. He’d considered this himself . “The vision felt exactly the same as they always do. But I was as sure as I could be this one was genuine. Even Voldemort can understand my need to try and rescue someone I loved, cared about, which is why he did what he did with Sirius. But he doesn’t understand the compassion a person can have for another person, just because that person is a fellow human being. He doesn’t love, he doesn’t care and he has no empathy. He couldn’t, and wouldn’t, understand my need to rescue someone just because they were suffering. If he wanted to send me a fake vision he’d never have picked Draco. He knew we hated each other. Voldemort would never have expected me to try and rescue him.”

He was amused to see the two wide-eyed expressions on his best friends’ faces. Hermione looked close to tears again.

“I’m so sorry Harry” she whispered. “We should never have doubted you. It makes perfect sense when you say it like that. I… I’m not surprised you got mad with us. I’d have been mad too. And then I shouted, and I slapped you, all for doing what you had to do. Oh Harry!” She started to cry. “I’m so sorry! Can you forgive me?”

In answer Harry opened his arm wide and Hermione flew into them. Harry wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“Um, Harry, I’m sorry too” said Ron. “You were right, about a lot of stuff.” He held his hand out to Harry. “Friends?” Harry grinned.

“Of course” he replied, shaking Ron’s hand. “Now we’d best get inside and see what the order have been talking about. We’ve been out here ages, they’ve probably all arrived by now”.

As they walked back to the Burrow Harry’s heart felt lighter than it had done in months.

*****

As Harry expected, by the time they arrived at the Burrow the Order was already assembled. Remus had obviously briefed them on what Harry had seen as he was only required to confirm a few details. To his relief no one questioned him too much on the vision so he was not forced to lie more than he needed to.

“So we’ll go to Emsworth later this afternoon” said Kingsley, “and remove the muggleborns as a priority, but really we need to get everyone out. Arthur, can you get a list of the addresses of all the wizards and witches registered as living there from the Ministry please? All magical folk- not just muggleborns- are more than likely in danger.” Mr Weasley nodded in agreement. “And we’ll station myself and Tonks in separate streets where there are known wizarding families, and we can alert the rest of the Order as soon as the Death Eaters show up”.

The plans to counter the Death Eater attack continued. Harry listened intently. He knew he would not be permitted to fight with them; too much resided on him undertaking Dumbledore’s mission the Order knew he’d been left than to risk himself in a minor battle that the Order were more than capable of fighting. If the Order had known he had risked his life by going to the manor to rescue Draco there would have been hell to pay. But for that moment he was content in the knowledge that he had, once again, thrown a spanner in the works of Voldemort’s plans. The information he’d passed on was going to save lives, and he was a step closer to restoring the bastard to mortality and defeating him once and for all. Ron and Hermione were his friends again. In fact, if it wasn’t for a certain blond Slytherin plaguing his thoughts and confusing him half to death he thought that, for once, he might have permitted himself to feel quite smug about how the day had worked out and congratulated himself on a job well done.
- 4
- 5
- 6
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Harry Potter and the Black King