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Family Means More Than Blood	By : WingsofaDream Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 59826 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Hi everyone :)
Madamdragon - I think Voldemort wants Harry in any way he can so he'll try anything ^^;
unneeded - I was always under the impression that a portkey only worked with a living person who could use magic but other people and objects could be carried by the one using it. But I never got too into the details so I might be wrong about that; there are bigger Potter geeks out there then me XD
jami_lee - He'll be fine, he's Harry ^^
Seiren - I'm glad you enjoyed the chapter so much and that you're enjoying the mixture of canon and made-up stuff :D
thrnbrooke - Ah, then thank you very much for all the reviews ^^
greenwolf19 - No answers to your questions yet, you'll just have to live in anticipation :D
suicidein_angeleyes - Ah, I hate it when that happens; you get to the end of the pre-written chapters and have to wait for updates like everyone else XD But I promise I update regularly, like clockwork ^^
Sweets - So my updates come on Wednesday for you, hmm? Time difference never occurred to me before ^^; I've got an idea or two for what's to come after this but nothing's certain yet as my muse keeps drying up. But I do want to get something out after this is finished, whatever it ends up being.
chester - I'm glad you're enjoying the story so much and thanks for letting me know you're enjoying it ^^
Bambi - I have mixed feelings about Pettigrew too; he's scummy but I think everything he did (in canon and in this story) was out of fear rather then any malice. I've always wondered what would have happened if he had told someone what he had got himself into, like Severus did.
Nicole Valdivia - It's nice to hear you're finding all the changes so entertaining ^^ I hope you keep enjoying it :)
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25th June 1995: Early Morning
Harry gave a light groan as he slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position in the Infirmary bed he had woken up in. No light came in through the windows so it was obviously either very late or very early and, on first look, he appeared to be the only one present in the area. However, upon putting on his glasses and turning his head to the side, he had spotted the sight of Draco laying on the bed next to him which was the reason he was currently causing himself a huge amount of pain in trying to get out of his own bed.
The pain was no doubt a lingering result of the Cruciatus curses that he had suffered and Harry idly wondered why he had not been given a potion for it. After all, he had been given potions when he was unconscious before. It mattered very little though as there was nothing he could do about it. Instead, he just grit his teeth against the bone-aching sensation as he moved his legs over the side of the bed in order to get onto his feet. Once that was done, he paused for a moment, supporting himself with one arm stretched out against the wall the head of his bed was pushed up against.
Carefully, Harry left the support of the wall and hobbled forward, each small movement sending an astounding amount of pain washing through his entire being; he was pretty sure that even his hair hurt. He practically collapsed against Draco's bed when he reached it, leaning on it heavily with both of his arms which shook from the effort of supporting his weight. But he had done it and now he was beside his mate and he could check that the blond was all right. There did not seem to actually be anything wrong with the Slytherin. If anything, it just looked as though he was asleep. Harry reached for the blond's shoulder and tried giving him a shake to see if he would wake up but after a couple of attempts he had to admit that Draco was not going to regain consciousness. That, again, asked the question of what was wrong with the Luna Veela.
The sound of the Infirmary doors opening drew Harry's attention away from Draco and he lifted his head to see Madam Pomfrey was gently guiding the door shut with her back to him. For a few seconds there was silence as the woman got on with doing that and Harry simply watched her. Then, when the medi-witch turned and finally caught sight of Harry, the silence was broken by a rather loud exclamation of: "What in Merlin's name are you doing out of bed!" She hurried over to him and began to gently, but firmly, usher him away from Draco's bedside, back over to his own bed.
"I just wanted to check on Draco." Harry said innocently as he did as he was told and moved back over to his bed, sitting on it and shifting his legs up on it as soon as he could. "What is it that happened to him?"
"We had to stun him because he wouldn't calm down and was making it impossible for me to tend to you." Madam Pomfrey explained as she settled the bed sheets over Harry once again, tucking them in around his waist securely. "Not that there was a lot I could do for you while you were unconscious. Clean and bandage your arm was really all that could be done until you woke. And now that you have woken, Mr Snape, you have potions to take and questions to answer. I'll be back in a moment; do not move." She ordered sternly before turning and swiftly walking out of the Infirmary.
Harry did what he was told and so just sat in the bed and stared across at the dark wall in front of him. Luckily, it was not long before Madam Pomfrey returned, a tray of potions in her hands, the heels of her shoes clicking on the floor as she moved over to him again. "Where's my father?" He asked her when she was close enough to hear him.
"He was doing himself no good and was also getting in my way so I locked him out of here." The woman told him simply as she set the tray down and picked up one of the bottles before uncorking the top. "As far as I know, Mr Malfoy took him back down to the dungeons. I would say he was asleep but knowing that man he's no doubt brooding by the fire. Now, open your mouth and take this." She ordered as she held out a table-spoon which she had poured a dose of the potion out in.
"What is it?" Harry asked warily as he looked at the cloudy violet concoction.
"It will ease the effects of the Cruciatus you suffered."
"How did you know I suffered the Cruciatus?"
"You were clearly in pain when you were doing nothing but standing beside Mr Malfoy's bed side and I do have several decades worth of experience, now do stop talking and take the potion."
Harry looked at the steadily-held spoon with an obvious reluctance before closing his eyes and opening his mouth. The spoon was pushed into his mouth seconds later and for a few seconds, there was nothing. Then, the spoon was removed and Harry's reaction was instantaneous. He gave a somewhat gargled sound before covering his mouth. After giving a muffled sound of disgust, he let his hands drop and visibly shuddered as his expression turned into a grimace of disgust. "Dear Merlin, that's completely vile!"
"You of all people should be used to taking potions. Now tell me how long you were under the Cruciatus for?"
"Erm...I don't know for sure. Couldn't have been longer than ten minutes though."
"Hmm, you've escaped another dose then." The woman told him as she replaced the cork in the bottle before taking up another one and popping out the cork. "This one is for any possible infections that may have found their way into your blood stream from that wound on your arm."
Harry nodded and obediently opened his mouth again.
"How did it happen?"
"Pettigrew did it when he was taking some of my blood to resurrect Voldemort." Harry answered after he had swallowed his potion.
"The Dark Lord is back then?"
"Yes." The teenager murmured before pausing and then speaking again. "What's happened to Pettigrew's body?"
"He was taken away by the Ministry." She told him as she measured out a dose from the final bottle of potion. Harry took it without fuss, grimacing only slightly once he had swallowed. Then, while Madam Pomfrey began to tidy up the bottles, she began to speak again. "Harry, when changing you into your bed clothes, we noticed something...Did the Dark Lord...Touch you..." The woman was obviously struggling to get out what she felt she needed to ask.
Harry sighed lightly and curled up on his side, his back towards the witch, before cutting her off, answering the question she was having difficulty vocalising. "Yes."
A long moment of silence passed then until Madam Pomfrey spoke again. "And how far did he go exactly?"
"I'm still a virgin if that's what you mean." Harry murmured, wishing desperately that he did not have to have this conversation. When he sensed that the woman was about to ask something more, he spoke before she could even open her mouth. "Please Madam Pomfrey, I'd rather not talk about this right now."
"Very well, Mr Snape, but it will be discussed eventually." Madam Pomfrey sighed before the sound of her turning and her footsteps began to walk away.
When there was silence again, Harry released a sigh of his own and curled further into himself, closing his eyes in the vain hope of falling back to sleep.
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25th June 1995: Morning
The next time Harry woke up, it was to a loud thumping which seemed to ring throughout the hospital wing. His eyes opened and he sat up instantly, only to give a small groan and double-over as more lingering pain from the Cruciatus swept through him at the sudden, sharp movement. Almost instantly, Harry felt an arm come around his shoulders as a hand began to card through his hair which was now completely loose of its braid. It was soothing despite not ridding him of the pain and, with no small amount of effort, Harry opened his eyes to see who it was.
"Draco..." He sighed happily, leaning into his Luna Veela's arms, those grey eyes flecked with specks of silver.
"You're in pain?" Draco asked quietly, his soft petting of the long, dark hair never stopping or faltering.
"Just some lingering from the Cruciatuses I suffered yesterday. Madam Pomfrey has some potion for it, it'll be fine when she comes along." Harry assured just before a yell came through the shut doors of the Infirmary:
"Mr Malfoy, open this door now!" Came the slightly muffled voice of Madam Pomfrey.
Harry frowned lightly at that. "Did you lock the door?"
"Only so I can look after you without having to worry about keeping them all away." Draco said as though that was a perfectly reasonable thing to do. "After all, they stunned me the last time I was taking care of you, can't have that happen again."
"But Madam Pomfrey has potions." Harry whined pathetically, hoping to appeal to Draco's not-Veela-related common sense. He tilted his head back slightly in order to watch the Slytherin's expression as his mind processed what he had said and was pleased to see that common-sense appeared to be winning.
Eventually, Draco gave a sigh and took up his wand, flicking it in the direction of the Infirmary's door. Moments later, they flew open quickly and Madam Pomfrey came hurrying in, looking not the least bit happy. "Mr Malfoy, out, now." She ordered stiffly and it if was not for the fact she was carrying a tray of potions in her hands, she would no doubt have been gesturing angrily.
"I think not, Madam Pomfrey." Draco said coolly, sneering at her from where he had Harry curled up beside him. "The only reason I let you back in is because Harry's in pain and needs potions. Just set them down there and leave again, your services are no longer required."
Harry held back a cringe at that, knowing that Madam Pomfrey must be on the very edge of her nerves with Draco talking to her in such a manner. Not wanting a huge battle to break out between then two (because when people such as the witch and the Slytherin clashed over something, the result was bound to be explosive) Harry decided quickly that it would probably be best if he intervened quickly. He would get Draco to leave long enough for the medi-witch to do what needed to be done.
So, taking a gentle hold of the Luna Veela's arm to get his attention, Harry put on his best innocent expression and, knowing exactly what he was doing, spoke softly and made sure to sound rather helpless. "Draco, I'm really hungry, can you call a house-elf for me?"
"A house-elf? Oh no, don't worry darling, I'll get you something to eat." Draco predictably said as he leaned over and kissed the dark haired boy's forehead, his instincts to provide for his mate obviously winning over. "I'll be back in a moment. And you," the blond said to Madam Pomfrey pointedly as he straightened up, "stay with him until I get back." He ordered as he turned and headed out of the Infirmary.
No one moved until the Veela had left at which point Madam Pomfrey bustled forward again, looking highly insulted. "That young man needs to be put in his place sooner rather than later." She muttered as she settled the tray of potions down on the table beside Harry's bed.
"His instincts are working over-time; he can't help it."
Madam Pomfrey said nothing to that, simply giving Harry an unamused look before pouring out some of the Cruciatus curse pain-relief potion onto a spoon and holding it out for him to take. The Gryffindor braced himself and took the spoon into his mouth dutifully. "I came across your godfather when I was coming back from breakfast and told him of your condition, so no doubt both he and your father will be up here to see you soon."
"Neither of them were at breakfast?" Harry asked after he had swallowed his potion, frowning in concern at that news.
"No, I shouldn't think either felt up to facing the entire school population. Mr Malfoy was on his way to see Dumbledore to check up on you; I merely saved him the journey." She explained to him as she corked the potion bottle again before taking up another bottle.
"How much do they know about what happened?"
"They know about every single injury you obtained." The woman told him briskly, her manner answering Harry's real question as to whether the two men knew about the proof of his forced orgasm in his underwear.
It was just then that, thankfully, Madam Pomfrey was stopped from going any further by the sound of hurried footsteps heading their way. She turned her head to look and obviously deciding that it was nothing to worry about, proceeded to give Harry a dose of the second potion. When that was done, she gathered everything back on the tray, picked it up and then looked away. As she moved out of Harry's line of sight, the Gryffindor looked up just in time to see his father and godfather enter the Infirmary. He smiled at them as they drew in closer but, unsurprisingly, neither the men returned it. Instead, they remained sombre and silently hurried over to him. When they reached him, Severus wordlessly pulled Harry into his arms, almost dragging the teenager out of bed in the process, while Lucius settled on sitting at the end of the bed. Harry brought his arms around the Potions Master and gently patted his back to try and soothe his nerves.
"We're sorry we didn't take you seriously, Haryon." Lucius said sincerely after a few seconds of silence.
The teenager angled his head to look at the Malfoy patriarch and gave him a reassuring smile. "You all did what you thought was right."
"But we should have believed you. You've been right about that sort of thing before. Never again will I take anything that insane ex-Auror says seriously."
Harry gave a light shrug, not seeing the point in arguing any further and choosing to not to question what his godfather had just told him. "The main thing is that no one innocent was hurt."
"You were hurt." Severus pointed out, speaking for the first time, adjusting his position so very slightly so that he could keep Harry's in his arms but could also sit more comfortably.
"Not that badly."
"Haryon, we're aware of every injury." Lucius told him, confirming Madam Pomfrey's earlier words.
"Then you'll know that everything could've been a lot worse."
"You mean raping you wasn't enough?"
"Lucius, please." Severus practically moaned, sounding on the verge of tears.
"I was not raped." Harry insisted firmly as he cuddled a little closer to his father in order to offer comfort. "Pettigrew cut my arm for my blood, I suffered a few rounds of the Cruciatus and then the Dark Lord..." He hesitated, trying to think of how to put it. "Touched me, and then I escaped. It really could have been a lot worse."
"I think it was bad enough." Lucius muttered but obviously sensed that neither Harry nor Severus particularly wanted to talk about it at that moment as that was the last that was said on the subject.
"Does Draco know everything?"
"Yes, that's one of the reasons why he was stunned. We had to stop him from trying to track down the Dark Lord and getting himself killed." Severus explained, his voice rumbling through his chest pleasantly and making Harry burrow a little closer to his chest.
"Speaking of my son, where is he?"
"He went to get me something to eat. He wasn't going to let Madam Pomfrey do her job and we needed a way to get him away for a few minutes. I knew with his instincts flying all over the place, he'd want to get me something to eat himself rather than just calling a house-elf." The Gryffindor explained before pausing for a second and then speaking again. "Have either of you seen Cedric since I got back?"
"No." Severus answered tonelessly.
"Not since I saw the look of horror on his face upon your return." Lucius elaborated. "No doubt he was ashamed with the things he had said when he returned, as he should have been."
"He didn't take me leaving him too well then."
"Well, if his comments about "that two-faced, lying cock-tease" are anything to go by then no, he was rather miffed." Lucius answered, his tone filled with distaste.
"He's just lucky that he has no more Potions lessons left; he may have found his ingredients had been tampered with." Severus grunted darkly.
"That's not very nice." Harry said lightly, tilting his head back to nuzzle Severus' neck in a gesture of reassurance
Severus said nothing to that but even if he had been planning on it, he would have been cut off by the sound of footsteps coming into the Infirmary. They all turned their heads to look and saw that it was only Draco, carrying a tray of food in both of his hands. He looked a lot calmer than he had even when he had left for the kitchen and Harry was reassured that the Luna Veela in the Slytherin was completely under control.
"Father, Severus." Draco greeted the two men calmly as he reached the bed, walking around to the side which wasn't occupied by his Head of House. The young man set the tray down just next to Harry's legs before he perched on the edge himself.
"Sure you brought enough?" Harry teased his mate lightly upon seeing how much food the Slytherin had brought back.
"Well I'll be having some too as I haven't eaten yet but just eat as much as you want; you're not to force anything."
"Yes Sir." The dark haired teenager grinned in amusement as he reached forward and took a slice of already-buttered toast and began to eat as directed.
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25th June 1995: Midday
"Check."
"What? Where?"
"There."
"Where?"
"Right there!"
Several hours had passed since Harry had woken and was reunited with his family and since then, people had gradually drifted away. Lucius had had to go to work as the Ministry would no doubt be in an uproar about what had happened during the Third Task and Severus had classes to teach so had reluctantly left. Draco had insisted on staying however and after some argument with Dumbledore (who was on the bad side of all three Slytherins as he had been the main one to agree with Moody and insist that Harry's dreams had been nothing to worry about) had finally been allowed.
So, the Luna Veela and his mate were the only two who remained in the Infirmary at that moment and were involved in a game of Wizard chess. At first glance, you would be forgiven for thinking that Harry was losing but, as his just spoken "check" implied, he did, in fact, have the blond's king in a rather dangerous position.
"How did you do that?"
"Skill."
The blond gave Harry a sceptical look.
For several seconds they just stared each other down before the dark haired teenager gave in. "All right, fine, I don't know how I did it."
"Didn't think so." Draco smirked, his eyes returning to the board. "Queen to D4." He instructed casually. The Queen did as it was told and walked down the length of the board until it had reached the right square. Harry felt his hope die as the new position registered with him. "Checkmate."
For a few more seconds, the Gryffindor continued to just stare at the board before he gave a groan and slumped back against the pillow behind him. "I was so close." He moaned forlornly.
"And yet so far away." The Slytherin replied as he moved the chess set onto the bedside table so it was out of their way. "Now, as the winner of the war, I believe I am entitled to the spoils." He said with a leer, rolling so that he was supporting himself mostly on his arms on either side of his mate's upper body.
"Well, having already been thoroughly defeated, I suppose to try and fight would be futile." Harry replied, lightly grinning up at the Luna Veela above him. "I guess that leaves me at your mercy."
Draco gave a small smirk at that before he swooped down and captured Harry's lips with his own. The intimate contact sent a wonderful tingle up Harry's spine and he gave a small moan into the kiss as he brought his arms up and looped them around Draco's neck. The Veela replied to that by gently prying his mate's lips open with his tongue and then teasingly flicking the tip against the roof of Harry's mouth. The tingly, ticklish sensation that created had the Gryffindor shivering in pleasure and he snaked his own tongue out in order to stroke the Slytherin's. As he did that, he brought his hands around in between them and began to unbutton Draco's shirt.
That turned out to be the wrong thing to do as Draco was away from him in a second, breaking the kiss abruptly and almost completely pulling away. Harry was left laying on the bed panting from the intense kiss, feeling rather confused and a little hurt as well. Once he caught his breath enough to speak clearly, he spoke with a clear concern in his tone: "Is something wrong?"
Draco shook his head a little as he caught his breath before he answered. "I don't want you to think we have to do stuff so soon after..." He trailed off but it was obvious what it was he was referring to.
Harry felt his heart ache slightly at his best friend and he gave a small smile as he brought a hand up to cup a pale cheek. "Voldemort didn't do anything to me, Draco."
"But when you were changed into your pyjamas..."
"All he did was touch my scar. I don't know how he did it but that one touch was enough to force it out of me. He didn't touch me anywhere else, just my forehead. I'm fine, Draco."
"You're sure?"
"Positive. But I love you even more for being so concerned." He said, leaning up and placing a sweet kiss on the blond's lips.
Draco gave a small smile in return before it faded to be replaced with a completely serious gaze. "I will kill him for what he did to you, Harry." He promised firmly, meaning it completely.
"I don't doubt you will." The slighter teenager murmured before placing another kiss on Draco's lips.
That kiss continued and was well on the way to reaching the intensity of the past one. However, before it could get too far along, the sound of the Infirmary doors opening came and Harry immediately pulled away, not wanting to be caught in such a position by anyone. He heard the low growl at the back of Draco's throat as they both turned their heads and saw that it was Cedric Diggory who had entered. Harry felt the Luna Veela tense above him and he quickly took hold of the blond's arm so that he would not be able to leap up and do something stupid.
Draco seemed to catch onto what Harry wanted as he relaxed ever so slightly. However, he still remained poised over the Gryffindor and levelled the Hufflepuff with a venomous glare. "If you're looking for Madam Pomfrey she's in her office." He sneered nastily, making it very clear that he was less than happy with Diggory's presence.
"Actually I'm here to see Harry." Cedric replied confidently, either not in the least intimidated by the Slytherin or if he was he was hiding it very well.
"Harry doesn't want to see you; leave."
"Is that true Harry?" Cedric checked, his eyes moving onto where Harry was laying underneath the Veela.
"I know what my mate wants so leave before I make you leave." Draco growled, his body once again tensing completely.
"Are you suddenly his keeper or something, Malfoy? If he doesn't want to talk to me then let him tell me so himself."
Draco gave another growl and went to leap off off the bed. However, Harry anticipated the movement and was able to quickly push up and latch his arms around the Luna Veela's waist, effectively keeping him down and also starting the calming process. "Cedric, stop winding him up." Harry said with a light frown as he adjusted the Slytherin in his arms so he could hold him comfortably but he would not be in the way of his view of the Hufflepuff. "Just say what you have to say and then go please."
Cedric seemed a little taken-aback with the bluntness of what Harry had said but he forced himself to recover quickly. "Well, I...I mostly just came to see if you're all right."
"As you can see I'm perfectly fine."
"Yeah...I'm glad."
A short silence then which was filled with Cedric shifting slightly awkwardly and Harry soothingly running his fingers through Draco's hair who seemed to have been reduced to a pile of mush under his mate's attentions. Eventually, it was Harry who broke the silence. "Was there something else?"
That seemed to catch Cedric off guard as he hesitated a moment before finally saying what he had wanted to since he had entered the Infirmary: "Did you know what was going to happen? Is that why you didn't help me?"
"What do you think?"
"I see. Would it have been bad? If I had gone with you I mean."
"I wouldn't have left you behind if you would've helped me even the slightest bit."
"I wouldn't have helped you even a little bit?"
Harry frowned and gave an annoyed sigh. "You would've been killed by Pettigrew seconds after we arrived. Happy now you know?" He snapped and looked away. Another silence took over then, this one very heavy though, making the atmosphere tense. Once again, it was Harry who broke the silence as he ceased in his petting of Draco. "I think it would be best if you left now."
"But I..."
"I really don't think we have anything more to say to each other, Diggory."
Harry was not looking at Cedric and so was unaware of his reaction. However, he heard the footsteps walking away and then the Infirmary door shutting and that was more than enough information for him. He gave a long sigh of regret and closed his eyes.
"I thought you did that very well." Draco murmured to him.
Harry smiled slightly ruefully at that but it didn't come anywhere close to reaching his eyes. "You would."
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26th June 1995: Midday
Harry stared down at his feet glumly as he moved through the corridor outside the DADA classroom on his own, on his way to the Great Hall for lunch from his Divination class. He had been released from the Infirmary the afternoon before and had returned to lessons as normal that morning. With the exception of his closest friends (Draco, Fred, George, Hermione, Violet) everyone in the school had been, as expected, very strange with him. No one looked at him, or if they did they quickly looked away if it appeared he was going to return their gaze, and Harry imagined it was because they had all thought ill of him when Cedric returned during the Final Trial and then immediately felt guilty upon hearing what had actually happened. At least he was being left alone though which was always something to be thankful for.
"Harry!"
Harry turned around to see Fred and George running down the corridor towards him and so stopped to allow them to catch up to him. At the speed they were going, they soon had and they were able to set off again with George's question of: "Alright there, mate?"

"Yeah, not too bad I suppose."
"But..." Fred prompted.
"But..." Harry repeated, thinking of how to say what he was feeling. "I don't think things are finished yet."
"How do you mean?"
Harry opened his mouth to answer but did not speak when a familiar call of "Snape" came from behind. The three Gryffindors turned to see that Professor Moody was standing outside the DADA classroom which they had just passed. Upon seeing the man, Harry instantly knew why he had the feeling that something had yet to happen. He knew what was about to happen without the aid of a vision or anything. The way he had felt around the ex-Auror for the entire school year, he knew he was about to get his explanation for it. But it was not going to be a safe, little chat with the man; help would be needed.
"Guys, go and get someone." Harry whispered quickly, his eyes flickering from Moody onto his two friends.
"What?" Fred asked with a light frown.
"Go and get a professor: McGonagall; Dumbledore; my father; hell, even Flitwick will do, just go and tell them to get here quickly!" Harry all but hissed as he slowly began to back away from Fred and George, moving towards the classroom, knowing he would not be allowed to linger with the DADA professor watching him as he was.
As the twins began to walk away and Harry got nearer to the classroom door, Moody suddenly grabbed his shoulder rather roughly and yanked him into the classroom. Harry winced against the sensation and when he was released, continued to stagger backwards from the remaining momentum. When he finally got control of himself, he looked to see that the man now had his wand pointing straight at him.
"So you've finally decided to drop the act."
"It's no longer necessary, not with the return of the Dark Lord."
"You work for Voldemort then, no wonder you told everyone my vision was simply stress. So who are you? Really?" Harry asked as he started to move away from the door and around the edge of the classroom. He had a plan; he would try and get to the entrance to the office inside the DADA and then lock the door behind himself, sealing him inside and fake-Moody out for as long as it, hopefully, took for help to arrive.
"You'll find that out in due time, I've stopped taking the Polyjuice." That answered the mystery of who had been continuously stealing from Severus's stores then.
"Where's the real Alistair Moody?"
"He's...Around."
"Are you going to kill me?" The Gryffindor questioned, continuing to inch himself closer to the entrance of the office.
Fake-Moody gave a small chuckle at that. "We both know that the Dark Lord has no intention to have you killed, Snape."
"Oh doesn't he?" Almost there, so close, just a few more feet...
"Constrictus!" The man cast and the light hit Harry before he could even think to draw his own wand. Thick ropes now bound the Gryffindor's entire body, tight and firm enough to render his struggles to free himself completely useless. "Did you really think I hadn't figured out what you were trying to do?"
"I don't know who you are and therefore can't know how dumb you are." Harry muttered as he continued to wriggle and squirm. "It was worth a shot." He finally gave up then and settled for glaring up at the man who was staring down at him with a definite sense of cruel amusement. "So what now? Are we off to see Voldemort?"
"Of course. I don't share the Dark Lord's obsessive interest in you and the sooner you are out of my care the better."
"You won't get away with this you know." The Gryffindor told him, frowning deeply as he was hauled up and slung onto the man's shoulder. "People like you never escape. You'll be tracked down eventually and then it'll be a nice cell in Azkaban for you."
"Oh really? And just how is that going to happen when no one knows who I actually am?" Came the sneered answer as the DADA professor started to walk them towards the office in the classroom.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked quickly, seeing no logic in the man's choice of direction.
"I've had this planned for a very long time; our escape will be swift and discreet."
Upon hearing that promise, Harry began to try and free himself in earnest again. It was doing him very little good though as the fake-Moody had a very strong grip on him and the teenager ended up doing little more than tiring himself out. It was not long before he gave up, his hopes for being saved rapidly fading with each footstep he was carried. However, when they were inside the man's office, the sound of a door slamming open rather violently came and Harry's hope was renewed. He started his struggling once again and, thanks to that fact that the fake-Moody was distracted by the sound of the door, managed to free himself of the man's grip, though he did land rather heavily on the floor which did his already fragile physical state no good at all. The thud his body made upon contacting the floor did the convenient thing of alerting his rescuers to his location however.
"Harry?" Was it his imagination, or did that sound like Lily Potter?
"In here!" Harry yelled as loudly as he could as he began to wriggle away from the fake-Moody like a caterpillar.
Running footsteps began to get closer to them and just as the fake-Moody went to grab him off the floor, he gave a strange gurgle and staggered back, looking rather frantic and confused. Harry took the opportunity to get even further away and he was right up against the wall next to the doorway when his rescuers finally arrived. Despite the clue from before, Harry was more than a little surprised to see it was Lily and James Potter along with Professor Dumbledore who had come to his aid.
"Alistair?" James gasped as he saw the man upon entering.
"He's not the real Moody." Harry told them quickly as he struggled to sit himself up. "He's taken Polyjuice potion; it's him who's been stealing from the store room all year."
No more needed to be said at that point as James cast the same spell the fake-Moody had used on Harry, tying him to a near-by chair. Lily was down beside the teenager in an instant, busily untying the ropes around him and then helping him to stand when he was free. The woman kept her arms around him securely as her husband and the Headmaster interrogated the Polyjuiced man though it was proving to be useless without Veritiserum or anything of the sort.
However, when the trunk at the side of the room gave a sudden jolt, it caught the attention of both Harry and Lily. They glanced at each other and, with a silent agreement, Harry stepped behind the red-haired woman slightly as she pulled out her wand and pointed it to the trunk. Silence fell over the three men in the room with them as the trunk began to open section by section. A click sounded when it was fully opened and for a few moments no one moved. Then, finally, Harry was the one who stepped closer to the trunk and carefully peered at what was inside. A gasp left him at the sight of the real Moody trying to stay in the shadows of the trunk, hands and ankles tied together and dressed only in his underwear.
"He's in here!" Harry told Dumbledore in a surprised tone, stepping away from the trunk to allow the others to check on the ex-Auror.
The three adults hurried over to the trunk to have a look just as the sound of more footsteps reached them. "Haryon?" That was Severus's voice.
"We're all in here, Severus." Professor Dumbledore answered as he straightened from the trunk and went to stand at Harry's side.
Running footsteps came again and seconds later Severus had entered the office looking more than a little frantic. "What happened?" He demanded instantly, going straight over to Harry and pulling him onto his arms.
"This isn't the real Alistair." James answered from where he was standing beside the Polyjuiced man with his wand poking the tied man right in the neck.
It was only then that the presence of the Potters seemed to register with Severus and he glared at them both in turn. "What are you two doing here?" The Potions Master asked darkly as he pulled his son a little closer to himself.
"We came to check on how Harry is." Lily answered as calmly as she could. "We were met by Albus and were on our way to his office when Harry's two friends almost ran into us and said that Alistair had locked himself in the DADA classroom along with Harry."
Severus looked at the woman stiffly for a moment before he seemed to make up his mind about something. "You have my gratitude for assisting my son then."
Harry cringed slightly at that. That had been a very consciously said sentence on his father's part. He had seen the opportunity to remind the Potters that they had given Harry up and he had taken the boy in. It was no doubt a cheap shot and could be seen to rather inappropriate considering the situation but Severus could hardly be blamed. After all, to hear that your only child was in danger and then finding that he had been saved by his biological parents, it had to feel more than a little threatening.
James seemed to want to say something in reply to Severus's remark but his wife spoke up before he could say anything which might start an argument. "Yes, well, we were hardly going to just let Albus come here and deal with this on his own."
Severus said nothing to that, instead completely ignoring the woman and turning his attention back onto his son. "Did he hurt you?"
"No," Harry assured with a small shake of his head. "Not really."
"Good." His father said softly as he leaned down slightly and dropped a kiss onto the top of Harry's head.
It was as Severus straightened up again that the fake Moody gave another strange gargled sound. Everyone in the room was immediately on full alert and Harry was pushed behind his father protectively. Everyone watched with grim fascination as the fake Moody's face began to change, the skin apparently bubbling and the hair fading into nothing. The magic eye and the strap which held it fell to the ground uselessly as the transformation ended and Harry gasped at who it was.
"You!" He gasped. He knew the man! It was the man he had seen in his vision at the beginning of the year, it was the man who he had seen when he had accidently touched the fake Moody's hand the other month. Harry suddenly felt very frustrated with himself for not figuring it out before; he could have saved them all a lot of trouble if he had.
"Bartemius Crouch Jr." James said with a shake of his head.
Harry's eyes flickered to the Auror and then to the convicted Death Eater. So that was Mr Crouch's son? And then it occurred to him. "You killed your father."
Crouch Jr simply sneered at him triumphantly.
"You're vile." Harry told him simply before turning and walking away, followed by Severus. Together, they left the room silently, leaving behind the others to deal with the Death Eater and the real Mad-Eye Moody.
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