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Beyond Good and Evil	By : Bladewater Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 7863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter universe, no copyright infrigement intended. I make no money/profit with this. All chracters, plots and places not compliant with the books belong to me. See full disclaimer and warnings in the prolog.

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Hey everyone,
It has been way too long since I posted the last chapter. Life, especially University, has been crazy. I do hope that you enjoy the fanfiction and will keep looking forward to the next chapters.
A little reminder: my first language is not English, so if there are any grammar or spelling mistakes or tags I left out, please let me know.

Warnings for this chapter: slight character bashing, cursing, and whatever I missed

Chapter 4: A letter from Lupin

A few days had passed since his last visit to Gringrotts. Sun was filtering through the stained window of the room, dust swirling through the air, disturbed in its’ pattern when a huff escaped Harry. He lowered his wand again, letting it fall onto the mattress next to him and rubbed his hand through his hair that was sticking up in tufts. He rubbed his temples, hoping to stem off a headache. He closed his eyes, effectively shutting out the blurry images in front of him. He had barely left the room since his last visit to Gringrotts. More and more Order members had started to walk through Diagon Alley, looking for him. They never moved around in groups, either alone or in pairs trying not to draw any attention to themselves, acting as if they shopping, looking at the various displays in the shop windows or standing somewhere chatting with one another. But they always kept their eyes on the witches and wizards around them.
Not only had he started to avoid leaving his room because he had no intention of running into any of them and face the anger of the whole Order and his friends, but also because another problem that had presented itself a while ago. Something, and he was not sure what exactly it was yet, had started to affect his magic and his body in strange ways. Sometimes he would not notice anything was amiss until much later, sometimes it was happening so fast it often left him confused. His magic was fluctuating in a pattern he had yet to make out. He lowered his hands from his head, opening his eyes and trying to focus his sight upon the rings on his hands. He had a suspicion that all those little things had a connection to them. But no matter how much he thought about it, he came up with no answer on how the rings could affect him in such a manner. Of course he was aware that many objects in the magical world could be infused with magic and have some kind of influence on their owner. He blinked, frowning when everything was still blurry. With a huff he fell backwards on the bed.
Besides the fluctuating magic, he often had trouble focusing his sight for long. He knew he had not the best eyesight but this was beyond ridiculous. One moment everything was ok and the next he could only make out blurred shapes and colors. Every time it happened a sort of prickling sensation would start at the back of his eyes, leaving him annoyed and frustrated. It was not that this prickling sensation resulted in pain but it did get annoying after a while, like an itch you could not scratch at all. Sometimes his sense of touch seemed to be affected as well, but not as much as his eyesight or his magic.
Suddenly the ceiling came into focus and with a huff Harry got up and left his room to go downstairs and eat something. While he moved to the table in a dark corner he thought about the last few days. It was somehow funny that every time he stepped into the pub the Order members lost track of him. But again he had no explanation for it.
He ate his breakfast slowly, watching the witches and wizards with barely any interest. He had finally decided on the next course of action. He intended to ask one of the goblins to take him to the safe house Sirius had prepared for him. One of the documents stated the coordinates but since he could not apparate yet, he had to rely on other means of travelling. A note attached to it had told him that one of the goblins had been entrusted with a means to get there safely should he be unable of getting there himself.
A few minutes later Harry made his way back upstairs to his room, glowing eyes once again followed his disappearing figure. The door closed with barely any sound behind him, his hand resting on the wooden texture of it. Sliding down slowly, breaking contact when he stepped away from it, towards the window. Lost in thought, Harry did not notice the owl sitting in front of the window. The owl scratched at the window, still going unnoticed by Harry. Fed up that the human would not pay attention to her, the owl let out a mighty screech, scaring Harry so badly that he tripped over his own feet and fell. Cursing and rubbing his sore elbow, Harry got up from his spot on the floor, glaring at the feathery ball. He opened the window, grumbled at the owl and removed the letter, only to get scratched by the owl. Angered Harry swatted at the owl which took off with another loud screech.
>Stupid bloody bird.<
Harry stuck his scratched finger into his mouth sucking on the wound while he turned the letter around with his other hand. Harry frowned at the lack of anything written on the envelope but just shrugged his shoulders, removed his finger from his mouth, shortly inspecting the wound. Satisfied that it seemed to be a shallow cut and no further blood forthcoming he ripped the envelope open and removed the folded parchment. Unfolding it, he was confronted by a familiar handwriting. Steeling himself, Harry began to read.

Prongslet

It has come to my attention that you have been gone from Privet Drive for a while now. There are a lot of people who are not happy about your disappearance and voiced their opinion about your behavior quite loudly. I know you have your reasons for running away and not many know that you were attacked by His men. But Molly is worried about you, as well as I am. I will save the reprimand for a time when I see you again, right now I need you to stay alert and keep your eyes open for His men and the Order members. I am aware that the mentioning of the latter must be confusing for you. I feel that some of the Orders actions and that of a few members do not add up and that has made me wary. I will not go into detail here as it is too risky. If they get a hold of you it is probably going to be unpleasant. Some Order members got it into their head to punish you, once they get their hands on you, their choice of punishment nothing short of torture. Their reasoning is beyond my understanding and I fear what will happen to you, when no one stops them.
Please, wherever you are, stay safe and stay out of trouble. Right now, nobody knows where you are and you should keep it that way.

Moony

Harry lowered the letter, frowning in confusion. Here he had expected Remus to tell him off and to call his behavior irresponsible and reprimanding him for his lack of foresight, of the repercussions that he would face for running away and words meant to make him feel guilty for running away. What he did not expect was a somewhat cryptic letter that told him to stay away and hide. Worried Harry read the letter again, just what was is that made Lupin so wary of the Order? And what kind of punishment had the Order members in mind? >’Nothing short of torture’ does leave me wondering just what kind of punishment they had in mind…and moreover who exactly came up with that punishment...<
Running his fingers over the letter, his frown deepened. A light tingling sensation started where he touched the parchment. Remembering the tingling sensation from his visit at Gringrotts, Harry was confused. Why would the letter be imbedded with magic?
Suddenly shocked and angry he threw the letter down. Could it be? Could Lupin use the letter as a means to find him? But then why warn him to stay hidden? Utterly confused he stared at the letter.
>Could it be that Lupin wasn’t the one to cast a spell on the letter?< Harry kept staring at the letter, hoping that somehow it would give him the answer. >It doesn’t matter who used a spell on it, but this is my cue to leave.< Nodding to himself, Harry decided to make a quick detour to Gringrotts before getting the hell out of here. After all he still needed to talk to one of the goblins to get to that house. Walking past the letter, only shortly glancing at it, he grabbed his cloak, pulled the hood over his head and left the room in a hurry.
Thankfully the street was packed with more witches and wizards than the last few days, which made it easier for Harry to hide from the Order members. Stepping into Gringrotts Harry was faced with numerous wizards and witches lining up at the counters awaiting their turn. >Crap, what the heck am I supposed to do now? If I stay here too long someone will notice or recognize me<
He stood there, not sure what to do next, fidgeting under his robe. His gaze hurriedly flitted from one person to another, from one counter to another trying to find an opening, a way to get past all these people without any of them recognizing him. Just when he thought he should leave and wanted to turn around, someone grabbed him by his arm and hurriedly pulled him to the side. He was so surprised he could not even utter any protest and just stumbled along, regaining his balance once he and the other person stood well away from the other witches and wizards, hiding in a shadowed corner.
“Harry!” the person hissed his name, obviously male and familiar to him. Harry looked up and right into the freckled face of one of the Weasley twins.
“Are you an idiot?!” the question was hurried, worried, he saw the twins’ eyes flick from his face towards passing witches and wizards.
“What the hell are you doing out here in the open?” The twin, George as Harry guessed, was grabbing both of his upper arms by now, tightly and slightly shaking him. Harry stared, George stared right back, eyes starting to narrow.
“Harry?” his name was uttered with more worry, more impatient now.
“What?” >Duh…really intelligent<
“What are you doing here?”
“Sorry George, I… you just surprised me.”
“Surprised you? Gods, you… do you have any idea what is going on right now?”
He shook his head and said “I am not sure what exactly you mean, there is a lot going on.”
George looked at him, seemingly baffled for a moment before he regained his bearings and with another short glance at their surroundings he pulled Harry further into the shadow.
“The Order is going barmy, you just up and disappeared and nobody knows where you are or if you are even safe!”
“I’m sor-“
“Shut up!” George snapped, effectively shutting him up. >That’s a new one< he thought while looking at George with wide eyes. George sighed and pulled him very abruptly towards him, engulfing him in his arms and squeezing him. After a moment he pushed Harry away again, only a bit, still holding on to him.
“We worried sick you idiot. You could at least have sent a message that you were fine.”
“I sent Hedwig back to Hogwarts before I had to run away.”
George scowled at him for a moment, before a sigh left him.
“Of course. She is easily recognized, so it makes sense to send her away to a safe place. Still you could have come to our shop.”
Harry lifted an eyebrow, stating drily “With the increasing amount of Order members patrolling around it, no thanks.”
George looked at him, searching for something and obviously finding it, if his look was any indication.
“You read Sirius letter?”
“You know about the letter?” His voice sounded surprised, accusing and a little bit hurt. “Why would you not tell me about it?” The accusation clear in his question. George seemed to falter for a moment, probably trying to think of what to say. With another hurried look around them he looked Harry right in the eye.
“Look, I will tell you the details later, the short version of it is that we found out that someone put a spell on Sirius, we came to the conclusion that some things were not quite the way they seemed to be and he entrusted the letter to us. The Order kept too close an eye on us, so we took it to Gringrotts where it would be safe from prying eyes.”
“But why? I don’t get it. You could have told me!”
“Too many prying eyes and ears. Just like here, why are you here Harry? There are too many people around and the Order is sending more and more people to look for you.”
Harry did not know what to do. He wanted to yell at George from withholding the letter from him, hurt that they never said anything about it but also understood what George was implying, he also did not trust the Order entirely. But something else bugged him.
“Do you know who put a spell on Sirius and what kind of spell?” George looked at him, anger and bitterness reflecting in his eyes and the tight line of his mouth.
“No, we are not sure who was responsible, but we have an inkling as to what kind of spell they cast on him. But Harry, whatever it is you wanted to do here, we should do it now, before another Order member finds you here with me.”
“But there are too many people at the counters” He said after turning his head towards the crowd of witches and wizards awaiting their turns to whatever they were here for. George followed his gaze for moment, scowling. Harry turned around when George spoke again.
“Follow me, standing at the counters is too dangerous, one of the Order members should be here to patrol soon. Do you know which Goblin is handling your accounts?”
George started to hurriedly drag him away from the crowd, gripping his hand tightly in his, as if scared that Harry would run away as soon as he turns his back to him. Harry looked down at their hands, confused for a moment before he replied.
“Crazdak”
A short snort sounded from ahead, before George turned his head to him with a smirk adorning his face.
“Good”
Harry just raised an eyebrow not sure what to make of the twins reply and smirk. He just followed the twin to the back of the hall towards one of the many hallways. They only stopped once they rounded a corner. A goblin approached them, looking displeased at them and grumbling something about stupid humans. George, still smirking, addressed the approaching goblin.
“Excuse me but we would like to see Crazdak, there is an urgent matter we need to discuss with him.” The goblin just stared at George for a moment, snorted and moved as if to walk past them. Harry stepped in his way which earned him a disgruntled and annoyed glare from the goblin.
“Crazdak does not see to the business of every wizard who deem themselves too important to follow simple rules. Go back and wait at one of the counters for your turn-“ Harry angry at the rudeness of the goblin raised his hand, nearly shoving it into the face of the goblin, presenting the Potter ring, effectively cutting the goblin off mid-rant. Before Harry even said anything the goblin huffed, turned around and muttered an annoyed ‘follow me’. George just looked at Harry, smirked and started following the goblin, dragging Harry with him once again. It was only then that Harry noticed that George had been holding onto his other hand the whole time. Shrugging it off he followed George and the goblin though a few hallways and to Crazdak’s office. Crazdak sat behind his desk perusing many different papers pilling up next to him. He looked up about to offer some remark, probably about being disturbed, but stopped when his eyes landed on Harry. He lowered the paper and pointed to the chairs in front of his desk. The other goblin left without another word.
“Mr. Potter, while it is surprising to see you again, may I inquire as to what caused you to visit me this unexpectedly?”
“Sirius left me a note that a goblin was left with a means for me to access the safehouse, he did not state whom he entrusted it with.”
Crazdak hummed and directed his gaze towards George. George stared right back. They stared at one another before Crazdak smirked and returned his gaze to Harry who just looked confused from one to the other.
“Mr. Weasley, while I appreciate your help of bringing Mr. Potter to my office, I am sure you can let go of his hand now.” He looked pointedly at their hands, George looked down, turned his head away and he blushed before slowly letting go of Harry. >What the hell is he blushing for?< Harry wondered.
“Mr. Potter, I am aware of who was entrusted with said transportation means but I advise against using it. I do think it is more reasonable to let Mr. Weasley take you to the safe house.”
“Why can’t I use whatever Sirius left for me?”
“I fear that the portkey, which was left for you, has been compromised.”
“Compromised?”
“Someone probably tampered with it.” George butted in. Harry looked at him, brows knitted in confusion.
“Tampered with it? What do you mean?”
“They either placed a spell on it to trace where it would take you or to redirect you somewhere else.”
“As Mr. Weasley guessed, it indeed has been tampered with. How they managed to do it and who is responsible for it we do not know yet, we are still looking into it, as far as we can tell the goblin in question has been obliviated and has no recollection of who he last interacted with.”
“Great so either being followed to the safehouse or being dumped somewhere else, sounds just peachy.” Harry grumbled and rubbed his temples.
“Mr. Potter do you have the coordinates of the safehouse with you?”
Harry sighed, looked up and said “I do” and pulled the piece of paper out of his pocket holding it up.
“Mr. Weasley, be so kind to side-along Mr. Potter to the safehouse, I will meet you there.” Crazdak stated, got up from his chair and suddenly vanished before their eyes.”
“Why will he meet us there? And how does he know where it is?” Harry asked George, who had already grabbed hold of his arm again.
“We will see, show me the coordinates.” Harry gave George the piece of paper. George shortly read it, then put it into his pocket, raised his wand, concentrated and suddenly it felt like they were squeezing through a thin tube. The sensation did not last long, but long enough for Harry to feel slightly queasy. Their feet slammed onto the ground, Harry stumbled and fell. George who had been holding unto Harry lost his balance and fell with him. They landed in a heap, both groaning, Harry because he hit his head on the ground and George for unknown reasons. George finally managed to get up und held his hand out for Harry to grab, which he did and was pulled to his feet.
“Now that I call an elegant entrance.” Crazdak chuckled from a few feet away, gaining their attention. Both looked around, besides fields and a forest there was nothing around them to see.
“Seeing that you are here we landed in the right place. But as we cannot see anything I guess the house is hidden behind some wards.”
“You are correct Mr. Weasley. Mr. Potter, please step closer, I will need to key you into the wards so you can access the house.”
“How will you do that?” Harry asked as he stepped closer to the goblin, eyes flitting around the empty field in front of him.
“Give me your hand Mr. Potter.” Crazdak simply said, his own clawed hand outstretched and waiting. Harry hesitated for a moment before offering his hand to the goblin. Clawed fingers wrapped around his hand and moved it so that the palm was facing up. Before Harry could react, Crazdak drew a small dagger from somewhere, cut across his palm und pushed his hand onto something solid, but invisible. Harry hissed in pain, George gave a noise of protest and stepped closer to them, ready to withdraw Harry from Crazdaks’ grasp.
Crazdak started chanting something and the air before them started to flicker, shapes which at first were blurry but steadily became more solid appeared before them. Harrys hand was pressed against the wards surrounding the safehouse. Before them appeared more trees, an overgrown garden and a simple two-stories house. It looked like an old farmhouse, white with greyish-blue frames for the door and the windows.
Crazdak let go of Harrys hand and said “Now Mr. Potter you will be able to access the safehouse at any time. The wards had to be activated by your blood and your magical signature keyed in to recognize you as the owner.”
Harry rubbed at his hand, staring at the smeared blood. George took his hand and whispered a spell, effectively healing the cut and cleaning the blood away with another whispered spell.
“Next time warn us. You scared us quite a bit.” George directed at the goblin who looked anything but guilty, in fact he was smirking slightly.
“And I had to make sure that we finish this business as soon as possible, I believe you will have a few things to take care of now.”
“Can George access the safehouse as well?” Harry asked the goblin.
“Not yet, you will need to grant him access and key him into the wards if you wish for him to be able to access it at any given time.”
“Umm…how do I do that?” Harry asked, seeing the irritated look if Crazdak he turned to George who scowled at him.
“Mr. Potter, are you telling me that you know nothing about wards?”
“Well…actually only a little bit.” the goblin heaved an annoyed sigh, rubbing his head and muttering something in Gobbledegook. George put his hand on Harrys shoulder but looked at the goblin and said “I know we need to do this quickly but I need to get back or else my brother will start to worry about why I have not returned yet. I am sure he would also like to hear that you are well and alive.” The last sentence he directed at Harry, who in turn nodded.”

“Go. I just hope the Order won’t find out about this.” He said and remembered the Order members patrolling Diagon Alley. With a groan he remembered that he would need to go back for his stuff. With another groan he buried his face in his hands. “I am such an idiot!”
George confused asked “What do you mean Harry?”
“I left all my stuff at the Leaky Cauldron.” He said and looked up into Georges face.
“I got a letter and left in a hurry.”
“What letter?”
“From Remus…there was a spell placed on it. I felt it.”
George furrowed his brows, his mouth a thin line. Worry evident on his face.
“Crazdak, please teach Harry how to key us into the wards. I will leave and inform Fred to go and gather Harrys things and to meet us back here. I will need to go and get Angelina to manage the store for the rest of the day.”
“Will that not be suspicious if you just leave her there alone?” Harry questioned. George shook his head.
“That happens all the time and the Order does not keep track of us as much as they like to. We often need to leave for business spontaneously or for longer periods of time.” He grinned cheekily and wriggled his eyebrows. “They won’t bother us if we leave for another business trip.”
“Then I advise you leave immediately Mr. Weasley, while I give Mr. Potter the necessary instructions.” And with a nod to the goblin and a grin to Harry George left with a soft ‘pop’. Crazdak did not waste time and began the task of instructing Harry on the complicated process of keying someone into the ward.
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