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Unlikely Heroes	By : KusanoSaku Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 80942 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Title: Unlikely Heroes

Pairing: Future DracoxHarry, LuciusxSeverus, RemusxSeverus

Fandom: Harry Potter

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

Notes: Is compatible to the Selection of Triwizard Champions.

Chapter 43- the Demon box and Myrtle’s Prank

It was nearly ten o’clock at night when the blasted nosebleed stopped. His ears had returned three hours prior.

His wandless magic had attempted to destroy the teacups that bit his nose and disgusting lemon drops but that failed. He’d tried a few more ‘lemon drops’ only to get a blood flavoured one.

He’d gone to bed after chugging two more blood replenishers.

A large clasp of thunder awoke him.

He opened his eyes to find himself in darkness, his eyes were open but he could see nothing, not even shadows.

His breath froze in his chest.

His greatest fears? What was this?

He hated thunder but didn’t fear it. As an avid reader he feared blindness. He tried to move his hand to wave in front of his face and felt separate from his body enough that he had no control over it.

No! Albus Dumbledore was a control-obsessed wizard. He was both obsessive and compulsive about it.

He felt the burning begin; it felt like his skin was curling into crisp ashes that would soon crumble. His bones felt hot like a potion stirring rod that had been left in a boiling potion too long. The pain!

Dragon pox…

It couldn’t be. He’d been properly vaccinated…unlike Elphias who’d caught it before he’d received the full course of the vaccination. Had he caught a resistant strain?

He couldn’t breathe; he felt the weight of a hippogriff on his chest. He did not have heart problems he was healthy for a wizard his age; with the exception of his deformities but those came before he was born. ...

Then came a taunting voice…

“Albus, still arrogant as ever. Still fooling the masses? If you hadn’t lied to me we might have still be partners. I wouldn’t have let you in my bed though. A pity you were so physically imperfect given how brilliant you were. It seems once more your arrogance is getting the better of you. You encouraged me in my wild notions. You gave me plans. You planned for everything. It was your idea to track down the Deathly Hallows. You could see where in history the Elder Wand reared it’s head. If you hadn‘t lied to me, hadn’t pretended to have my child or perhaps your brother was right and you were crazy. I would have taken you with me, with the right spells we could have drained your sister of her uncontrollable magic.”

Albus whimpered, Gellert? He was here taunting him? Gellert was supposed to be in Nurmengard, Gellert went there after he defeated him and won the allegiance of the Elder wand. Gellert was clearer the weaker one, proving that Albus himself could have become an infamous Dark Lord. He had more power and authority playing the Lord of Light. He was respected, his word trusted and no one would have suspected his manipulations other useless persons like Lucius and Severus. He almost wished that Remus had killed Severus that night in the Shrieking Shack.

Although Voldemort wouldn’t have discovered even a part of the prophecy regarding young Potter. He had told warned Frank about going into hiding, the arrogant bastard dared to laugh at the possibility that his son who had been properly blessed would be in danger. How was he to know that Neville’s godfather was Scrimgour? That man wore power like a cloak; the current Head Auror was the most powerful and hard-working Auror in the department. He didn’t stay at his desk he still went into the field especially when there was a full deployment.

Only James took his warning seriously, taking his advice to heart, even letting him chose the residence. Lucky for him both James’ parents died before James’ seventeenth birthday. Leaving him as the wizard to explain about his inheritance. Knowing Lily was a bit uneasy about moving into the Abbey he convinced James that his own cottage would be safer. He’d created a wizard space hidden room to hide Gideon in. How Fabian discovered his brother was there was still odd. It had happened before the Fidelius charm was placed on the cottage because the Potters hadn’t moved in yet. The day Gideon was rescued James was still at the Auror Department and Lily had taken Harry to St. Mungos for his check up. They never knew Fabian had been there.

“You killed us…”

“Murderer!”

“My baby! You let us be killed because of you!”

“You wanted my brother dead! I’ll never forgive you!”

“You were my teacher! How could you hurt me like that? I trusted you. You were the first person from the Wizarding World I met and you betrayed me!”

“You put us in danger. Your lies got us tortured.”

“I want my baby…”

What was this? How were his personal demons haunting him?

Then came the explosions…

They sounded liked bombs, thunderclaps and Muggle firecrackers yet he couldn’t see the flashes of the explosions.

It took three hours for the explosions and the burning sensations to go away.

He lay there gasping for breath, finally able to move.

Served him right for taking all those blood replenishers so close together. He must have overdosed as well as been suffering from blood loss due to the constant nosebleed from eating the fake lemon drop.

XoooooX

Everyone had gone to bed; Ravenclaw Muggleborns had set the Muggle Alarm clocks to go off at half past three in the morning. They were charmed invisible and one was hid in every other dormitory. They also had Sonorus charms. They had even hid in some of the professor’s apartments. Well the Ravenclaws with house elves had ordered them to hide them.

So everyone was sleeping peacefully until half past three when the loud incessant ringing began.

XoooooX

Because Ronald ‘Dumbledore’ wasn’t well liked a Muggle alarm woke him practically screaming in the dormitory he now lived in alone.

Neville was down in the Slytherin dungeon with Harry slumming with the snakes while Seamus kipped in Colin’s bed and Dean was at present sleeping with the Sixth Years in George’s bed since George practically lived on the Durmstrang ship. Useless poufs the lot of them…

Ron felt out the bed in shock, sleepily rubbing his eyes and wincing at the loud sound.

Hands over his ears he tried searching for the source of the annoying sound.

It was louder but very similar to the Muggle possession owned by Dean and Hermione.

Slapping her had been an accident but she wouldn’t speak to him. However she had left the Daily Prophet out so he could read Skeeter’s lies about his mother.

Merlin’s bollocks where was that thrice damned clock! He’d destroy it! It was probably Dean’s. That Potter lover was probably toying with him!

He’d show them! He attempted and failed to summon the disgusting thing. He’d find and destroy it then send it to Arthur Weasley as a gift. How dare the man claim to be his father for most of his life and then abandon him.

Ron grabbed his wand and started casting the Blasting curse to find that nasty Muggle Alarm clock.

XoooooX

When three o’clock struck Harry, Draco, Blaise and Neville fell out of bed holding their ears. Even Vince was wincing, that fool Greg was snoring like the Hogwarts Express.

Draco temporarily hexed away his and Harry’s hearing.

The other Slytherin boys did the same.

Blaise took pity on the shaking ball of a Gryffindor and temporarily cast the hex on Neville because he was closer.

Draco got up and helped a deaf Harry to his feet and placed him back on the bed. He gestured for Blaise; then he cast Legilimency on his friend.

‘I’m going to levitate the bed. I suspect that the noisemaker is invisible. It’s probably under a bed.’

Harry reached over to tug on Draco’s sleeve.

Draco broke the connection with Blaise and cast the same spell on Harry.

Harry winced but couldn’t fight the spell.

‘What Harry?’

‘It’s an alarm clock. It’s a Muggle alarm clock. Someone cast a Sonorus charm on it.’

Harry thought about what a Muggle alarm clock looked like hoping that Draco could see the image as well as understand his thoughts.

Draco nodded before passing the information along to Blaise.

Draco proceeded to levitate the bed while Blaise cast finite incantatem everywhere under the bed.

They started by levitating Blaise’s bed, which was nearest the door.

Then Vince’s and Theo’s, finally the reached Draco’s bed which he shared with Harry.

After maddening moments of deafness and methodical casting by Blaise the Muggle alarm clock appeared. A second finite seemed end the endless vibrating seeing how they were deaf.

Draco cast finite on himself and Harry ending the hex that made them deaf.

Harry hugged him, “You’re brilliant!”

Draco blushed slightly, “It wasn’t much.”

Blaise sneered, “Like I didn’t do anything.”

Harry playfully blew him a kiss, “Good job Blaise.”

Before Draco had a chance to pout or reprimand Harry, the younger wizard kissed him.

Vince groaned, “Get a room…or at least close the bed curtains.”

Draco glared at his guard before pulling Harry back into bed. “That was interesting! Wonder whose idea that was….”

The fourth year Slytherins boys with the exception of Greg who had slept through the prank retired to bed once more.

XoooooX

Explosions waked Seamus up and he realized Colin was sobbing in his arms. He kissed his hair and shook him gently; “Wake up. It’s alright.”

The shy boy with beautiful blonde curls opened his eyes, which sparkled with tears, “Shay?”

Seamus hugged him, “There are explosions coming from my old room. I think Ron’s gone off the deep end. I’m going to get Fred.” He kissed the top of the boy’s head before snapping his fingers to summon his elf Liam. In clipped Irish Gaelic he ordered the elf to wake Professor Remus.

Then he left the Third Year Boys dormitory and ran up the steps passing his old dorm. He threw open the door only to be deafened.

XoooooX

Fred was blasted awake by loud ringing. His ears ached. Fred felt his glamour waver, he temporarily cast a spell that removed his hearing and tightened his glamour before exiting his bed.

He checked his watch, he was just gone three. Where the hell was it?

The rest of the dorm minus George who was still sleeping onboard Thor’s Hammer was awake and holding their ears.

Dean Thomas, two years their junior was crashing in George’s bed for a while.

Who could blame him? Ron was a traitor and a fool. No one sane would want to share a room with him.

However it was the curse on Harry’s bed that sent Fourth Year Lions fleeing the dormitory.

Neville and Harry were still in the Slytherin Dungeons, Dean was here and Seamus was with the Third Years.

Fred still hadn’t forgiven him for the points Dumbledore took from Gryffindor because Ron was insulting his two nearest brothers George and Percy.

No one but George knew the spell so Fred cast it on the others and used his wand to write in the air.

‘What is that noise?’

Dean waved his hand pulling out a crumpled piece of parchment and a quill, scribbling, “It’s a Muggle Alarm clock.” He drew a sketch of one.

The boy really was a talented artist as if those Quidditch banners he’d painted weren’t proof enough.

Fred nodded, air writing again, ‘probably invisible, with a Sonorus charm.” He closed his eyes, using his connection with the wind to track the vibrations to their source.

Before he could the dormitory door was thrown open.

Standing there looking a bit wild was Seamus Finnigan.

Seamus covered his ears at the sound, shouting.

Fred having cursed himself deaf couldn’t understand him. He held up his hand to tell the boy in gesture to wait and turned his attention to locating the alarm clock by the feel of the vibration of its ringing on the air. Forgetting others– possible enemies, surrounded him Fred used his wind to lift Lee’s bed. His wind brought the invisible and Sonorus charmed clock to him. Tapping it with his want, he whispered a very powerful finite incantatem.

The vibrations finally stopped.

Fred took a huge breath and let out a sigh of relief before ending the hex that made them all deaf.

Seamus stared at him, “What the hell was that Merlin awful noise?”

Dean wiggled a finger in his ear, “Muggle Alarm clock.”

“Sonorus charmed of course.”

Seamus’ eyes narrowed, “Just how did you find that thing? Did that thing make you deaf?”

“Nah,” Fred smirked, ignoring the question regarding how he found it. “I just used a hex that makes one temporarily deaf. It’s great in a deal, just think about, how disorienting it would be to be suddenly deaf? What did you need?”

“We didn’t have an alarm clock in Colin’s Dormitory. Explosions waked us up. They were coming from my old dorm. You want to deal with him? Disowned or not isn’t he still partially related? I’ve got no good relations myself. You remember Fergus; he’s a bully, a cheat and a no-good all-around scoundrel but Aintín Áine loves him. Mores the pity.” Seamus finished muttering under his breath.

“Explosions? I don’t think we sent any fire crackers in his room.”

“Not fire crackers Fred! It sounds like the Blasting curse.”

Fred snarled, “And Harry was accused of destroying Hogwarts property.” He turned to Seamus, “You got a personal house elf?”

Seamus nodded, “At my seanmhuintir. What do you want him for?”

“To tell Professor Prince-Malfoy and Lupin about Ron.”

Seamus chuckled, “Oh well I already sent Liam after Professor Lupin.”

Fred stalked off himself, muttering, “Why me?” he wasn’t a prefect, granted the sixth years boys prefect should have come with him. Apparently, he hadn’t seen fit to. Which annoyed him. Oh so he was deal with his troublesome, embarrassing cousin! He sent a Patronus-like wind creature to go wake up his girl. He threw open Ron’s dormitory which he now shared with no one. “What in Merlin’s name,” he got no farther because of the loud ringing.

Not this again!

Beds had been exploded into splinters, Ron’s trunk had been blasted to bits, and the nightstands were in pieces.

That idiot was still blasting things.

Hexing his hearing away again, Fred cast the Incarcerous on Ron and sat down on the stairs to wait.

XoooooX

Remus and Lucius were woken by the sound of a scuffle on the landing of the stairs about the middle of the ‘bedroom they shared in Severus’ Hogwarts apartment.

“Lord Malfoy be sleeping! Stria not going to let strange house elf wake him!”

“Liam not strange! Liam work for Lord O’Shanesey! Master Seamus send me. Liam don’t want your master. Liam want Professor Lupin.”

Lucius sighed, he knew Irish Gaelic but he didn’t speak it as much as the local version. “We’re already awake Stria.”

The house elf padded toward the large four-poster bed with emerald velvet curtains and duvet. Stria was wringing his hands, “Stria sorry master.”

Remus touched his shoulder, “What do they want Lucius?” he didn’t understand what the house elves had been saying.”

Lucius pointed to the unfamiliar one, “That one, Liam was sent by a Seamus.”

“Seamus Finnigan?”

The little house elf nodded, replying in stilted English, “Master Seamus want you especially.” He tilted his head, “Someone told master Seamus that they wanted Professor Prince-Malfoy too but I’d already been sent.”

“Why were you sent?”

“Explosions coming from Master Seamus’ old dorms. Master Seamus tell Liam get Professor Lupin. Master Seamus go to get Young Master Weasley-Prewett.”

Remus left the bed; he was Head of Gryffindor because Minerva resigned. That left him reluctantly in charge of Gryffindor, only reluctantly because he had to deal with Ronald Dumbledore. He was a bit sore from all the vigorous sex they had earlier in the evening and he had been looking forward to a night spend in its entirety in these rooms. “I’ll be there in a few.”

Lucius leaned over to kiss Severus’ neck, speaking softly in French, “Severe, there is a disturbance in the dorms. In Gryffindor. The Deputy Headmaster is needed….”

Severus seemed to wake slowly, “What? Salazar’s Wand! Never mind. I’m getting up.” He tried to sit and winced, “Merlin that hurts. Trust that dunderhead to need discipline hours after I let you two plough my arse.” He summoned an painkilling draught that he’d brewed especially for morning after vigorous sex with Lucius. Not he needed it more since he had not one but two lovers. Damn them both for being such sexual creatures and thinking his true form as Sidhe was that sexy. He waited until he could move without being overwhelmed with pain. “I’m going to strangle that dunderhead!” he muttered as he dressed.

XoooooX

Fred was quite tired especially after being woken at Three am with a Muggle alarm clock that had a Sonorus charm on it. Merlin’s holey underpants this was ridiculous! He’d get them back! at two am the other House were going to be woken against their wills. He’d see how they liked it!

He finally heard the sound of the portrait door opening and footsteps on the staircase to the boys ‘dorms.

It didn’t take long after that to see a yawning and very displeased Head of Slytherin and Professor Remus.

XoooooX

“What in Merlin’s name is going on Weasley?” Remus yawned.

“I was woke most unkindly by a Muggle alarm clock prank. Some brilliant person had them set to go off at three am of all the unholy hours. I dealt with outs only to have Finnigan show up to tell me that explosions were disturbing the third years’ sleep. I found

Ronald using the blasting curse to find the alarm clock. It wasn’t that hard, even if it did have the disillusionment and Sonorus charms cast on it. I found it but he destroyed a lot of Hogwarts property.” Fred said stretching.

Remus checked Ronald’s wand, “He definitely cast the blasting curse and the only since of another’s magic is the echo of a disarming charm. Dumbledore you will,”

Seamus summoned Colin’s camera, “Would you like evidence first sir?”

Remus nodded, “Twenty points to Gryffindor.”

Seamus took copious pictures of the damage Ron had wrought, “Ill have Colin develop them in the morning “

“Thank you Mr. Finnigan. You did the right and proper thing. Fifteen points to Gryffindor.” Severus added.

Remus then cast a spell that restored order to the dorm room but had the other four beds removed. “Now Mr. Dumbledore, you are in very big trouble. You are assigned one mother of cleaning up after Thestrals. One month of scrubbing cauldrons and two months with Filch as his boy of all work. Now I suggest that you get some sleep.” He levitate Ronald to his bed, turned down the bedding, placed him in it, cast a sleep spell and removed the Incarcerous.

Severus grabbed his arm, “let go back to bed.”

“Thirty points to Gryffindor Fred for keeping a clear head.” Was Remus’ parting remark.

If they were more away they would have thought to grant points to the House who came up with the alarm clock prank.

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