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Meddling with Darkness	By : zoy_grey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 32786 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own nor make profit off of JK Rowling's world of Harry Potter, the characters or the timeline. Though I do own the plot that I came up with in this story.

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A/N: I'm sooo sorry it took me this long to update, but I had to move to a different city and got quite a bit to do at work, but thankfully I managed to finish this chapter and I just hope you'll like all the twists in the plot ;)

Also, once more, thank you very much for the lovely reviews, they give me motivation to write more. Just to answer some of your questions: no, I don't intend to kill Regulus, I like him too much ;) as for Harry's parents you're going to find out about at least one of them in this chapter; and Aqua_Star, I really can't wait to write a bit more spicy parts, so I'll try to get more and more of those in the story ;)

Chapter 5
After the first task with the dragons, Harry got all of his friends back. It was hard for him at the beginning to as if nothing happened with Ron, but eventually they moved along and everything turned back to normal. He continued his morning meetings with Draco and they kept writing to each other in their notebooks – something Hermione caught him doing in class, but thankfully, she didn’t notice exactly what it was he was doing or to whom he was writing. Harry was pretty sure neither Hermione nor Ron was ready to deal with the fact he was now friends with Draco Malfoy.
On the brighter side, he was getting better grades in all of his subjects, which Ron found to be disturbing and even suggested he was turning into male version of Hermione. Harry however wasn’t fazed by that; in fact, he was glad his grades were finally the way they should have been from the very beginning. The only subject that still caused some problems was Potions class. Draco tried to help him whenever he could, but it seemed that Harry’s problem wasn’t the lack of knowledge on the subject, but lack of practice and there was no way the blond could help him with that without a proper potions room. Thankfully, they had their enchanted notebooks which Draco used during class to discreetly instruct Harry on what to do.
That strategy worked quite well until one day Hermione pointed out that Harry was adding too much dragonfly thoraxes into his cauldron; something he already discussed with Draco earlier, and should give him the perfect results. The teen glanced quickly in the blond’s direction and saw him roll his eyes at Hermione’s comment.
“I don’t know. I just have the feeling it will work better that way,’Mione,” said quickly Harry, not knowing how to explain it to her that he knew for certain from Malfoy that this was the right amount of the ingredient.
“Let’s see how this…feeling…of yours will work, Mr Potter,” came a strained, cold voice of professor Snape standing next to him.
Harry’s hands started shaking slightly with the potions master staring at everything he was doing. He knew he was doing everything the way it should be, but he was still stressed out. Continuing his brewing, he glanced one last time in Draco’s direction and saw the blond nodding to him, giving him a sign he was doing fine. Thankfully, only Harry saw those little signs they send each other every now and then.
“Time is up,” announced professor Snape after a few minutes and walked around the classroom to inspect their cauldrons. First he checked Harry’s potion, but didn’t say a word. After he checked all the potions he looked at Draco and said, “Ten points for Slytherin, for the best brewed potion in this class.” He moved back to Harry’s table and with a pained expression he forced himself to say, “And it seems that thanks to your…feeling…Mr Potter…Gryffindor earned five points.”
There was a dead silence in the classroom; no one believed Severus Snape just awarded Gryffindor with house points; and on top of that, points he gave to Harry Potter.
“Class dismissed,” said the potions master and they all gathered their belongings.

Later that week, professor McGonagall informed them of the Yule Ball and everything connected with it.
Harry wasn’t sure what to think about it all. Suddenly they were supposed to find themselves a partner for the ball, but he couldn’t think of any girl he wanted to invite, considering that anyone would actually want to go with him. To top it all, Draco enlightened him that as a champion he’d have to dance at the opening of the ball. That was when Harry panicked; he never was to a ball in his life and definitely no one taught him how to dance. He even wrote to Sirius for help, and luckily for him the man agreed to meet and teach him.
Wrapped with his Invisibility cloak, Harry wandered to the dungeons and then through a secret tunnel his godfather told him about. After a good ten minutes walking he saw an opening at the end of the tunnel and found himself in a spacious cave.
“I’m glad you found it,” greeted him Sirius dressed in some fancy black dress robes. The teen was surprised whenever he saw his godfather; for some reason the man didn’t fit in Harry’s image of a criminal on the run. “Don’t stand there staring at me like that, Harry. We were supposed to turn you into a brilliant dancer, weren’t we?”
“Um, Sirius, where exactly did you get those robes?”
“What? You don’t like them? I admit, they are my old dress robes, but thought they would go well with our lessons,” answered the wizard, completely missing the point in the boy’s question.
“Are you sure it’s safe to go to your house and take your old things? I mean, the aurors could catch you,” asked Harry, finally able to get past his shock.
“Don’t worry, it’s my old house and it’s strongly warded. I’ll show it to you someday….say…during Easter hols?”
The teen smiled brightly at that idea; he wanted to see Sirius’ home a lot. He thought it might be as interesting as the Weasleys’ house and he simply couldn’t wait to see it.
After an hour of learning the steps and figures, Harry was really impressed by how skilled the man was. Sirius was almost like a professional and he even praised the boy that he was catching up pretty fast.
“So, how come no one taught you in school how to dance?” asked Sirius when they decided to call it an end for the day.
“Professor McGonagall tried but…it’s just awkward to dance with her and you know…” the teen made a gesture indicating touching the fore mentioned witch’s waist.
The older wizard burst out laughing imagining the scene Harry described; and he couldn’t blame the boy for not feeling comfortable waltzing with Minerva.
“At least we didn’t have it that bad. All the heads of houses taught their students,” that comment made Sirius only laugh harder when he imagined waltzing with Pomona Sprout or Filius Flitwick. “Draco told me they had to dance with Snape. Can you imagine? Snape dancing?”
“Professor Snape, Harry,” corrected him Black, who suddenly became all serious. “He’s still your teacher.”
The boy made a confused face and said, “But professor Lupin said you all hated Snape.”
“Remus said that?” asked Sirius and shrugged his shoulders. “Well, hate is a harsh word…. But on a different subject, I see you’ve become really close friends with Draco Malfoy.”
“Yes, he’s helping me a lot with my studies,” the same moment something seemed to pop into his head. “And you know what? Thanks to Draco’s tutoring I even earned house points during Potions.”
“Wait,…Severus awarded you with points?” the man was truly confused, but in the end he smiled, when Harry confirmed. “See? He’s not such a bad guy after all.”
“Yeah, if you don’t count all the insults and detentions I got from him the last three and a half years,” snorted the teen.
Sirius didn’t comment on that; he simply smiled weakly to the boy and agreed to meet with him next week to practice dancing again.

About a week before Christmas, Sirius and Regulus decided to make a trip to Gringott’s. Sirius wanted to withdraw money for Harry’s gift, but he didn’t know the reason for his brother’s business in the bank. All Regulus told him, was that he made an appointment with one of the goblins to make their identities remained secret while they were in the bank.
They both put on a glamour on themselves; they even changed clothes into something less fancy and apparated to Diagon Alley.
At first, they were suspicious of every witch or wizard they passed by, but eventually they reached the bank and met with the goblin. Luckily for them, the goblins didn’t see it fit to inform the Ministry about any of their clients’ visits, even if those clients were a criminal and a supposedly deceased Death Eater. It so happened, that the Gringott’s bank held quite a few of the Black family secrets that even the Ministry didn’t know about. Sirius could think of at least three documents he locked in this bank to remain unknown to the public until the right time had come. It appeared that Regulus had his own secret documents hidden and wanted to get them out of his vault.
“So what do you need to get from your vault?” asked Sirius in a hushed voice when they got into the cart with the goblin.
“Important papers,” he sent a suspicious glance to the goblin, who was obviously listening to their conversation. “We’ll talk about this later.”
The older brother looked at the goblin and realized why Regulus didn’t want to elaborate on his visit to the vault. Instead of nagging his brother, he patiently waited in the cart, while Regulus walked into his private vault and took a small box with him and an envelope.
“Vault 711,” announced the goblin a bit bored.
Sirius quickly walked out of the cart and entered his vault. It wasn’t as big and full of gold as the main vault of the House of Black, but it was still rather flowing with money. He took out a small sack and started filling it with money, when something caught his attention.
On one of the shelves at the back of his vault was a white envelope with green letters on it; he recognized the handwriting immediately – it was a letter from James. Sirius vaguely remembered his friend mentioning in one of his letters he needed to tell him something very important and that he’ll send it to his vault at Gringott’s. Black however, never got the chance to check what it was James sent him; shortly after that, the attack in Godric’s Hollow occurred and Sirius got arrested.
He stood there staring at the letter debating with himself whether he should read it or not. Maybe it wasn’t important now that James and Lily were dead; and maybe reading it would only make him feel miserable that he didn’t do something more to help them.
“What’s taking you so long?” he looked around and saw Regulus waiting for him at the entrance. “The goblin is getting bored and that doesn’t work in our advantage. You know how moody they can be.”
“Yes, I know.”
“What is it?” Regulus gestured to the letter Sirius was staring at.
“A letter from James…he wanted to tell me something important shortly before he died.”
“Then take it with you and we’re leaving,” told him the younger wizard. He never heard about this mysterious letter before, but he thought it wouldn’t hurt his brother to read it.
As soon as they were out of the cart, they thanked the goblin and headed straight outside where they could apparate home. Regulus excused himself and left to finish his task with the papers, they have just retrieved from the bank.

It was only a few days before the Yule Ball and although Harry didn’t have a partner to go with, he was in rather good spirits. He knew how to dance and in the worst case scenario he was sure McGonagall would find him some girl to dance since it was tradition that the champions had to dance at the beginning of the ball. Ron, however wasn’t in such a good mood; he desperately tried to find himself a date that he nearly drove himself sick thinking about it constantly.
Thankfully, at the last moment they’ve asked the Patil twins and they agreed.
While Ron was trying to get out of Hermione the information on who she was going to the Ball with, Harry was writing with Draco using his notebook.
It seemed the blond was planning to give him something for Christmas which caused Harry to panic more than he had about not having a date for the Ball. Desperately, the teen searched for any ideas for a gift, but he couldn’t come up with anything that a Malfoy would find worthy of his interest. Finally after ruling out all the ideas, he realised there was one thing he knew for certain Draco adored – sweets; he remembered how Mrs Malfoy sent him some fancy cakes every week when he was younger, and even though they were older now, Draco admitted once that he still had a sweet tooth.
He was running out of time and he wouldn’t make it before Christmas without a little help. He thought of a brilliant plan and found a perfect person to help him with it – Dobby. The elf knew best what kind of sweets the blond liked and how to make those; all Harry needed to do right now, was to find a way to convince Dobby to prepare the sweets for Malfoy, and he knew it wasn’t going to be an easy task.
One day before Yule Ball, Harry wandered to the castle’s basement and headed to the kitchens. He felt a bit bad that he was about to ask the house elf for help, especially since he knew how much work Dobby already had with the Christmas feast and Ball preparations.
“What are you doing here, Potter?” Harry looked around and saw Crabbe. Together with him were Goyle, Parkinson and Draco.
“Don’t worry. I’m not here to bother you,” said the black haired teen and winked to Crabbe, completely ignoring the boy’s attempts to nag him.
Seeing Vincent’s dumbstruck face and noticing how Harry was gaining more and more confidence with every day, Draco smiled inwardly, and said “Shouldn’t you be looking for a date, Potter? I can only imagine how awful it would be for a champion not to find himself a partner for the Ball.”
“Oh, no worries, Malfoy,” said smiling Harry walking into the kitchens. “I already have a date.”
Now it was Draco’s turn to feel dumbstruck; for some reason the news about Harry finding a partner for the Ball made him feel weird. It wasn’t really that the blond thought Harry wasn’t good enough for some girl to agree to go with him to Yule Ball; it was more about Draco having the odd feeling that was closest to…jealousy. The teen was shocked by his own thoughts ‘I can’t be jealous about Harry going to the Ball with someone else. He’s just my friend. I can’t be feeling that way about a friend.’
“You’re going light on him lately, Draco,” sounded Pansy’s voice close to him.
The blond glanced at the girl and then at the portrait behind which Harry has vanished. “That’s called acting mature, Pansy.”

Draco opened his eyes, still feeling slightly sleepy and noticed the unsettling silence in the dormitory. It seemed odd not to hear Crabbe and Goyle’s snoring and it even came across the blond’s mind that maybe he overslept and everyone already went for breakfast; on the other hand though, he couldn’t think of a reason why his housemates wouldn’t wake him up.
Running his hand over his face to wake up, he heard a quiet sound of someone’s steady breathing. With a bit of shock he noticed it was coming from someone next to him, but Draco couldn’t think of anyone who’d even dare sleep in his bed without his permission; and he honestly, didn’t remember inviting anyone to his bed.
Not sure what he was going to do with the unexpected visitor in his bed, Draco glanced to his left side and suddenly felt speechless; he would never expect to see that person sharing bed with him. He was dumbstruck when he saw a slender figure with a mop of black hair resting next to him.
‘What, on Merlin’s beard, is Harry doing here?’ Draco thought, nervously shifting under the blankets. Million questions ran through his mind and all of them sounded ridiculous – how did Harry get into Slytherin dorms? Why was he sleeping with him? And why none of his roommates made a comment about it?
He looked once more at the sleeping teen and a silly smile showed up on the blond’s face; Draco couldn’t quite explain it, but he didn’t mind the other boy by his side; he even felt good to have Harry there. Yet, at the same time he started panicking because he realised he had some odd feelings for his friend; feelings he never had for other people.
“Draco?” a quiet voice brought him out of his thoughts. “What’s wrong, Draco?”
The blond stared into Harry’s eyes and felt as if it was getting extremely hot in the room. Harry moved closer and Draco could practically feel the heat of his body close to him. When the black haired boy moved once more, the blankets fell off his shoulders and Draco’s face was flushed when he noticed that Harry was naked or at least half naked, as far as he could tell.
Immediately, Malfoy turned on his back and refused to look at his friend. It was ridiculous how the other teen made him feel; with utter horror he realised this situation turned him on and he was getting a hard on.
‘Dear Morgana, please help me hide this from Harry. He can’t see me like this,’ begged Draco, staring at the ceiling.
“Are you still mad at me?” asked Potter while wrapping his arms around Draco.
“What are you talking about?” asked the blond, looking into Harry’s eyes and nearly forgot what he was about to say; all he could think of was Harry’s full lips and his body so close to his; he had to admit to himself he almost wanted to kiss his friend, but in the last moment he got hold of himself and said, “How could I be mad at you? For what?”
“You were mad that I went to the Ball with a girl,” the black haired teen laughed getting his lips closer to Draco’s ear. “Admit it, you were jealous.”
Just when Malfoy was about to deny all that was said, Harry quickly changed position and before Draco noticed, the other teen’s face was right above his; and his friend was straddling him. It was all very hot and the blond had to use all his self-control to stop himself from ravishing Harry.
“No, you shouldn’t be doing this, Harry,” he said, but his hands moved on their own to the sides of Harry’s body, up his bare chest and all the way down to his thighs. “You shouldn’t even be here. I’m sure you’re going to regret it later, Harry.”
The next thing he knew was Harry’s face coming closer and closer to his. Draco lost all self-control, grabbed the other teen’s black hair and pulled him closer so that their lips were only inches away.
“Malfoy!” unexpectedly another male voice caught Draco’s attention. He blinked his eyes a few times and to his biggest disappointment, the half-naked form of Harry vanished, and he noticed he was still in his bed, but there were all his roommates. “Malfoy, you overslept.”
Draco sighed heavily when he realised he had just a beautiful dream of Harry and it was only Goyle trying to wake him up. As soon as his roommates left the dormitory, he spotted a colourful box standing next to his bed and he quickly reached out for it. Draco unwrapped his Christmas gift, a bit surprised it wasn’t waiting for him in the common room with other presents, but as soon as he opened it he saw lots of his favourite French sweets and cakes; normally, he received those only for his birthday from his mother, but this time he got them from Harry; he just knew it was from him.

It was already end of January and Regulus was able to finally finish the old hideout. He unsealed the ruined castle in northern England that Voldemort and Death Eaters used in the last wizarding war. The ruins served well for a hideout, especiall for those Death Eaters who were already chased by aurors. This time it would once again serve that purpose, because Regulus knew Voldemort planned to free some of his followers from Azkaban; including his cousin Bellatrix and her husband.
This brought up another matter. Even though he was a Death Eater himself, he was aware that some of Voldemort’s followers were mentally unstable; some of them were just too fanatical and they might even try to oppose the Dark Lord if they only found out he was a half-blood. Regulus only hoped some of those fanatics could be tamed and Voldemort’s status and position would be safe.
Still deep in his thoughts, young Black walked into the most warded and hidden part of the castle – it was a rather small part of the building, but it had residential function. This was the place where he was hiding since late 1979 until Voldemort’s downfall. Nobody knew about; nobody except for the Dark Lord himself.
When he walked into the master bedroom, he noticed a silent black clad person standing in the corner.
“Is it wise to come here when Dumbledore is suspecting you’re trying to return?” asked Regulus walking closer to the other.
“The old fool doesn’t even know I’ve already returned,” answered a male voice from under the hood. “And I wanted to see you, now that I’ve regained my old looks.”
Regulus turned quickly to face the other wizard and hastily took off the man’s hood, revealing his handsome face; the same face he remembered from thirteen years ago. One of his hands rested on the man’s check, the other on his shoulder, when he said one word he wanted to say for all those years, “Tom.”
“I didn’t want you to look at my awful mask, but now I’m myself again,” said the Dark Lord with something that seemed very much like tenderness in his voice.
Black could hardly believe it; after all his efforts to get Voldemort back to his normal self, he succeeded; he got his Tom back. Regulus knew most of the wizarding world couldn’t think of Voldemort as anything else; he knew the Dark Lord had two faces – one for his followers and another for his family, and Regulus was a part of that family. When they were together there was no Voldemort, there was Tom; when they were together there was no scary maniacal dark wizard, there was his handsome and carrying lover.

Sirius was left alone in the house, once again. His younger brother vanished to work on something for the Dark Lord and Sirius didn’t even know when he’d be back.
He went to the drawing room, sat comfortably in the armchair and turned the envelope in his hands. He was honestly worried that whatever was in that letter might cause him even bigger regrets about the past and he’ll torture himself with the thoughts that he could have done something to prevent the tragedy.
Finally after half an hour he decided to read the letter.
At first he was rather calm, but with each word he read his breathing was getting faster and by the time he ended the letter, his hand were trembling and his entire body shook with anger. For a moment he couldn’t move from his place nor speak. That was the last thing he expected to read in Prongs’ letter, although it did answer some of the questions that kept bugging him for some time now. There was only one question unanswered and there was only one way he could think of to confirm his suspicions.
Knowing that he was alone in the house, Sirius didn’t have to worry about his baby brother nagging him about being reckless and impulsive. He didn’t have patience for such things at that moment. All he could think of was to confirm his findings. He went outside and apparated.
In mere seconds, Sirius Black found himself standing in front of a big, old house he used to live in for a short period of time, when he was fighting with his mother – he was standing before the Potters’ house, a place owned by James’ parents. The building has been abandoned for many years now. Sirius still remembered how James and Lily used to live here, awaiting their first baby’s birth. It wasn’t until around the end of December 1980 when his friends went into hiding in Godric’s Hollow. That, however, reminded him about his last visit here and the last time he spoke with James.
The wizard gathered his thoughts and reminded himself why he was there. He had to check something; the answer he believed he’d find in the back of the house, in the secluded part of the garden where he knew the Potters sometimes buried their family members.
All types of emotions boiled inside Sirius so much he nearly ran to the backyard. Finally reaching the memorial place in the gardens, he froze; Black took deep breaths to calm himself a bit and then stepped forward, coming closer to the very few memorial stones and small decorative tombs. As if he knew where to go, his feet led him to the newest of the stones in the back. He didn’t recall seeing it ever before, but it only confirmed him in his suspicions.
It was a small marble tomb with petite flowers sculpted over it and there was an inscription on it. Sirius walked closer to read it and his eyes went wide as he read it:
In memory of Harry James Potter
Who died 27^th Dec 1980
At that moment, Sirius fell to his knees. Finally everything was clear; it was all one big lie and a game of a man, who found it fit to meddle with other people’s lives. Black blamed himself for making terrible mistakes in his youth, but now he knew it wasn’t only his fault. His family has been manipulated by someone and now that he knew the truth, he had all the intention to get revenge for the years of suffering.

Later that night, Regulus returned to the Blacks’ house in Edinburgh, but to his surprise he couldn’t find his brother. He didn’t recall Sirius mentioning meeting with Harry, so his sudden disappearance was even more confusing. Regulus only hoped his brother had enough brain not to get himself caught, especially now that he had a reason to live and fight for.
The younger Black waited patiently in the drawing room and around midnight he felt a disturbance in the house’s wards. Shortly after, Sirius walked in with rage clearly visible in his eyes.
“What happened? Where have you been?” asked Regulus, not sure what to say seeing his brother’s anger growing. He knew Sirius got his temper after their mother and it was always a bad thing to get in their way when they were mad.
“Is he already back?” Sirius answered with a question. “Is the Dark Lord back?”
The younger wizard didn’t know what to say. From what he has seen he wasn’t sure whether the truth would make Sirius happy or even angrier. “Yes, he’s back.”
“Perfect,” said the older Black with satisfaction and with an evil grin kneeled next to Regulus’ armchair. “I want him to ruin Dumbledore’s life. I want the old coot to become miserable.”
“Sirius, although I couldn’t agree with you more, I need to know what happened. You were always neutral when it came to Dumbledore. Why did that change all of a sudden?”
The older wizard stood up, took out a letter from the pocket of his jacket and handed it to Regulus. “Here. Read this.”
“Isn’t that the letter you took from Gringott’s? The one from Potter?”
Sirius only nodded and gestured for his brother to read it.
Sirius,
I should be telling you this face to face and not in a letter, but I fear I may not be able to do that. The situation regarding the Prophecy is more complicated than anyone has thought and to be honest, I’m not even sure who we can trust anymore.
I hope you’ll be able to understand what I’ve done after reading this, though I’m not sure you’ll want to call me your friend anymore.
The truth is my son was never the boy mentioned in the Prophecy…moreover, Harry hasn’t been here with us for over half a year. He was born very sickly and barely made it till Christmas. Around that time you met with me and left an unknown child under my care; now I’m ashamed to say, I took in the baby to help Lily cope with our loss. However, that’s when everything started to get messed up. As the boy grew up, I could clearly see the resemblance…I could tell who his parents are, but it was impossible to take the baby away from Lily, who already started treating him as our Harry. To make things worse, Albus visited us a few times and noticed the resemblance as well. I think he was under the impression that Lily cheated on me with my best friend and in order to sympathize with me, Albus cast a simple glamour on the boy to make him look more like Lily and me. That has made her feel better, so I kept casting that glamour on the boy, but it faded away every night.
I’m telling you this, because I need to take that burden off my chest and be honest with you, my friend. I know you’re probably going to demand we give up the baby, but I just want to remind you that you had a reason to hide him with us.
I promise you, Sirius…your son is safe with us.
James.
With every passing moment Regulus seemed to look more and more bewildered.
“They knew,” was all Regulus could say when he finished reading. His brother simply nodded, but didn’t say anything. “What are you going to do about it?”
“I can’t do anything about my best friend betraying me like that. James wanted to become father to my son…I went to the Potters’ house and it’s true, James and Lily’s son, my godson passed away…and I understand their pain and grief, but they endangered my son even more…what if I didn’t see through that glamour? I’d be still thinking my boy died thirteen years ago.”
The younger wizard stood up, walked over to Sirius and placed a hand on his shoulder. Although he thought Sirius was partly responsible for what happened in the past, it still pained him to know how much their family was hurt by Dumbledore and others.
“What about the Headmaster?” he asked.
“I want him to pay; I want him to suffer as much as our family did because of him!” Regulus watched with surprise how agitated his brother became; the last time he saw him in such a state was when he tried to kill Pettigrew. “I will do anything Voldemort want, as long as it concerns my son’s well-being. I want to crush Dumbledore and his good-for-nothing greater good theory.”
“We’ll get our revenge on them, Sirius. I promise.”
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