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Changing Faces	By : WynterRose Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 7087 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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a/n: This chapter is going out there specifically for thrnbrooke because she is so patient and keeps encouraging me. This chapter has been edited and a LOT added to it. I'm sorry it took so long to post it, I have been waiting on a few things. Hopefully I can get the next chapter done quickly. Title: Changing Faces Author: Spoilers: HBP, OotP, GoF, PoA, CoS, SS/PS Summary: Harry begins his quest after HBP. Pairings: H/G, H/T, T/L, R/Hr, various others. SLASH is coming...i promise Warnings: Well, besides the obvious that there will be mega spoilers to HBP in here, there will be slash. Yes, I might be doing a bit of het, but honestly do we really feel that I can not slash something. Hmmm, maybe it will have to be my new OTP Dobby/Kreacher. As of right now, no major warnings though. Disclaimer: I am playing with my toys. I’m making this world so much better, the way it should have been…yes…that is it. I promise to put them back the way I found them and I promise not to break them…just toy with their emotions for awhile. Thank you so much burningchaos for loving me enough to put up with my bad writing, my insecure moments, and those times I just won't shut up about Tonks. And now especially for making sure I keep the love of this story going and adding more plot and details and all kinds of those fun things that I just can't wait to write about...I love you. You are totally awesome. And to the lovely luciology whom I love dearly and corrects all my americanisms with such grace. Without the two of you, I would be lost. And then there is the third who is totally amazing and now expecting a little wigglebutt... Ravenpan I love you sweets. As usual, if you wish to see the lyrics, they are posted at my livejournal. ~~*~~ Jailhouse Rock Elvis Presley
He lay in bed cursing himself. He wanted to move on, but the wounds were still so fresh. He wanted to forget about her, but every time he closed his eyes she was there.
He was tired of these dreams that haunted him. He seemed to be reliving every night he had spent with Tonks. This had been his last one. The next night, Dumbledore died. After that, Tonks confessed her love to Lupin.
That night had been so much. It had held so much passion and tenderness. Harry had given his all that night. He hadn’t held back anything. She left him after declaring her love.
Harry rolled over and tried to close his eyes. Behind closed lids he could see those piercing grey eyes. They never let him rest. “Go away,” he muttered.
“Never, Harry. You are mine.” The voice taunted him as he tried to block out everything.
Harry felt tears travel down his face as he whispered, “Why are you still torturing me? I left her for you. I did everything you wanted. I gave myself to you. What more do you want?”
“Come save me, Harry.” Harry knew he had heard that in his mind.
“Tonks?” Harry whispered, almost hopeful.
“Save me, Harry.” The voice disappeared and Harry fell into a restless sleep, waking as the first rays of sunlight entered his room.
Harry got up and got ready for the day. Out of habit he decided to make breakfast for everyone. The years of it being beaten into him were coming back. Just as he finished, his aunt came downstairs.
“Good morning,” he said calmly as he added bacon to his plate and sat down. His aunt just looked on in shock. Harry had never willingly made breakfast before. “Aunt Petunia,” Harry started, “I just wanted to let you know I am going to be gone for most of the day.” Harry looked at his aunt, expecting her to begin yelling.
She looked at him calmly. “Are you working on the protection you mentioned yesterday?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Then try to make sure you are back at a decent hour,” his aunt replied as she sat down at the table and began to eat as well.
“I will be if all goes well.” Harry got up, put his dishes in the sink and walked out of the house. He walked to a deserted corner of the park. He decided that law or no law, he would Apparate to the prison. Besides, it wasn’t as if he was going to go back to Hogwarts, at least not until Voldemort was dead.
Hidden beneath the covering of the trees, Harry began to concentrate on his destination, remembering everything they had taught him in class. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again he was staring at the place that even the bravest wizards seemed to fear, Azkaban. He had had to Apparate to the shores on the border of the sea surrounding the prison. He knew he couldn't go further, and had to look around. He found a ferry house with a guard. All he had to do was submit his wand to board the ferry.
Harry shivered. The dementors may have been gone but the echo of their memory was still present. Harry took a deep breath and walked forward. He still didn’t know what he was doing, but it just felt right to be there. Something was waiting for him, but what?
~~*~~
An Auror met Harry at the entrance. He looked Harry over, pausing when he caught a glimpse of the scar on his forehead. “What are you doing here?”
“Research.” It was the first thing that popped into Harry’s head.
“Research? What kind of research?” the Auror demanded.
“I want to know how the prisoners are being treated. I want to speak with a few, if that is okay,” Harry said acting as if he owned the place, although he was trembling inside. Would he be able to pull off this act? he questioned himself.
“Oh do you now? And why do you think you are going to be admitted?” Apparently this was going to be harder for Harry than he originally thought.
Harry decided he might need to start mentioning people in power to see if this would have any sway. “I was considering a proposition from the Minister,” Harry replied.
The Auror looked a bit pale when Harry said that. “And what do you think the Minister may do for you?”
“What is your name?” Harry asked sardonically, as if he couldn’t care less about the person. He hoped the Auror could not tell that he was shaking. He had stood up to Scrimgeour before, but he hadn’t been trying to break into a prison at that time.
“Gregor Ballis, Mr. Potter,” he stated. He had heard about the boy; but from what he was seeing, this was not the mild even-tempered boy.
“Well, Mr. Ballis, this isn’t a matter of what the Minister could give me. I believe he wants something from me. I mentioned a few things that needed to be taken care of, and I’m here to make sure they are being done. Do I need to contact Minister Scrimgeour to get in, or are you going to be a nice little Auror and let me in?” Harry dusted some lint off of the Auror’s shoulder at this statement and gave him a look of disgust.
Harry waited patiently for the man’s reply. He couldn’t believe he had just done that. All those years of watching Draco may have finally paid off.
Gregor decided then that if Harry Potter wanted to get into Azkaban, he would let him in. “So, um…who are you wanting to question? I need to get them out of their cells and into an interview room for you.”
Harry smiled, although inwardly he was cringing. He had not thought of any prisoners that he could see. He was grasping for straws when it hit him. “Stan Shunpike.”
“And the other one? I assume that you wish to speak with more than one prisoner. Right, Mr. Potter?” he asked.
“Yes, of course.” Harry almost panicked. Who else was here that he knew? Draco’s face floated through his mind. “Lucius Malfoy.”
The Auror looked at him as if he were crazy. “Malfoy?”
“Yes, Lucius Malfoy.” Harry said stubbornly. If he were going to go follow through with his shaky plan, he had to make sure he saw the man. “I was there the night he was captured. I want to know how he has been treated during his stay here.”
“So let me get this straight. You want to question two known Death Eaters?”
“Yes. Technically only one of them is a known Death Eater. I can confirm that one. The other was wrongfully imprisoned. Who else would you have me question? A murderer, a thief, or maybe someone that is in for assault? All of those fit Mr. Malfoy perfectly. I have a personal interest in Stan Shunpike, and I will have him removed from this prison post-haste and his record cleared. He is an innocent man.” Harry stated vehemently.
Harry waited patiently while the guard called inside. He spoke quickly to another Auror on duty and told him what was needed. Within a few moments, two Aurors came out. They looked at Harry and as usual, their gazes strayed to his scar. Harry made sure that he brushed the hair from his head, accentuating where the scar was. He decided it wouldn’t hurt to flaunt the hated scar. He was then led to a room where he could question the two prisoners.
Harry sat down at the table and waited patiently for the Aurors to bring Lucius or Stan into the room. He heard a commotion outside the door, but looked up when two Aurors walk in followed by Lucius Malfoy, strolling to the table, looking as if he did not have a care in the world. Behind him were two more guards. Lucius looked to where Harry was sitting and sneered at him. One of the Aurors looked as if he were about to hit Lucius when he spoke up quickly. “I assured you, gentlemen, that I will cooperate to my fullest with Mr. Potter. I will play nicely with him.”
The Auror crossed to Lucius and raised his arm when Harry spoke up, “I’m sure that isn’t necessary. Mr. Malfoy and I have a history. Neither of us will hurt the other. If you don’t mind, I would like to speak with him with a modicum of confidentiality.”
The Aurors were stunned. They had heard from those that knew him, that Harry Potter was a well-liked individual who was extremely shy. They were faced with someone who looked as if he ruled the world and was not above doing what he needed to get something done. They would have expected this attitude out of Malfoy, but not their hero. They backed out of the room quickly, not sure if it was the right thing to do or not. “Mr. Potter, just call if you need any assistance. We will be right outside this door.”
“I would prefer that no one listen to my conversation, Mr. er…what was your name again, sir?” Harry asked as politely as he could, while trying to show he did not give a damn about the person he was speaking to.
“Anton Boyd, sir,” he replied.
“Mr. Boyd, I will summon you if I need you. I would like to have a silencing charm placed around the room. Since I am investigating how the prisoners are being treated, I do not want what Mr. Malfoy says to me used against him in any way.”
Mr. Boyd looked a bit nervous. “I’m not sure that I can do that, sir.”
“Please find a way to make it happen, Mr. Boyd. I have many things to do today. I am not looking forward to spending any more time here than necessary. In fact, depending on how quickly I get my questions answered, I will floo immediately to the Ministry to discuss my concerns with the Minister. I wonder if he would approve of you not cooperating with me.” Harry replied casually, keeping eye contact with the guard.
“Yes, sir. I shall put a silencing charm on the room as well. Just send me a message if you need anything. I will make sure you are not disturbed.”
“Thank you, Mr. Boyd. It has been a pleasure,” Harry drawled.
Anton backed out of the room and closed the door firmly behind him. Harry waited until he felt the silencing charm settle on the room before he looked at Malfoy again.
“Mr. Potter, I’m quite impressed. You have matured since the last time I saw you. I never knew you had it in you to order people around so casually,” Lucius drawled.
“It is only years of watching your son do the same thing to everyone around him. I’m sure that Draco will be happy to know that I was able to see his father by channeling him.”
“So, to what do I owe this unexpected visit, Mr. Potter? Did you come to harass me as the others have?” Lucius asked.
“Others? Who else has been to see you, other than myself?”
“It doesn’t matter. Why are you here, Mr. Potter? I don’t believe what the guards told me, and judging from the way you were reacting with them, there is something going on. I want to know what it is. Just be honest.”
“Oh, but I am here to check on the conditions of the inmates. They wouldn’t let me just waltz in to see everyone, so you became one of the ones that I will be questioning today. How are you treated, Mr. Malfoy?” Harry asked, trying to remain in charge of the situation.
“It is a more pleasurable experience with the Dementors gone. What else do you want to know? I’m cooperating to my fullest ability with you. This means you had better ask all the questions you want. I am not going back to my cell until I am satisfied all of your questions are answered,” Lucius replied to him.
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that," Harry mumbled thinking of secrets. "I want to make sure they are treating you as well as you need to be treated.”
“But, Mr. Potter, somehow I believe you came for more than you say,” he responded with a superior air. “Why would you bother with those already in prison? We all know you want 'the bad guys' locked up. So, what on earth could possess you to come to Azkaban and face the very same people you imprisoned a year ago?”
Harry was trying to maintain his control in the banter that the two of them had created.Neither stating what was really on their mind, but trying to find out the truth concealed in the words. “For your information, the Minister would like for me to work for him. I set a few requirements that must be met before I ever even begin to agree to work for him. Azkaban is one of the requirements that needed to be looked into.
“What do you know of the men that were arrested as suspected Death Eaters?” he asked, getting to the point.
“Why would I know them?”
“Come now, Lucius, let’s not play games. What do you know about Stan Shunpike?”
“I do not know that person, Harry,” Lucius replied.
“I want the truth,” Harry stated as his temper was beginning to show through his façade.
“Why would I lie about this? I don’t know Mr. Shunpike. Should I? He isn’t a Pure-blood, is he?”
Harry sat back. “A new approach then; how many new Death Eaters are there?”
“Mr. Potter, let me remind you that I have been here for one year. There has been no attempt to contact me or release me. What has happened in a year, I cannot say. You should talk to your precious Ministry or that old fool Dumbledore,” he answered, noting the color change on Harry’s face as he said the last statement.
“I would love to talk to Dumbledore, but thanks to your son, a plan was set into motion and Dumbledore is now dead,” Harry stated through clenched teeth. He couldn’t keep up the cold exterior, not when it came to Dumbledore’s death.
“Dumbledore is dead?” Lucius was shocked at this statement. His complexion became even more pale than it already was.
“Yes, he is dead.” Harry was trying to maintain control, but his magic began to seep out. His frustration at Lucius, at Draco, at Dumbledore being gone was getting to be too much. The lights began to flicker.
At that moment Anton poked his head through the door, “Mr. Potter, is everything alright in here? I noticed a magical surge and I thought I should investigate.”
Harry reined in most of his magic when the door opened. “Yes, sir. I’m sorry. I’m just getting a bit upset at the deplorable conditions I’m hearing about. I fear I may need to do further inspections.”
The guard gulped at the sight of the distressed young man. “Yes, sir. I will arrange for you to look at Mr. Malfoy’s cell as well. Please do not believe everything he says. He doesn’t get punished like the others. He cooperates.”
“Punished?” Harry yelled. “Lucius, you left that out. Mr. Boyd, I want to see everything after my interview and I want Mr. Malfoy to accompany me. In fact, so he doesn’t feel intimidated, I am putting up a silencing charm in addition to yours. I fear he may not speak unless he knows this is purely confidential.”
Harry stood up and walked over to the door that Anton was at. “In fact, why don’t you just see about getting us through the rest of the prison. I want to see it all.” Harry slammed the door in the guard’s face and muttered a locking charm as well as a silencing charm.
Lucius watched Potter with a gleam in his eyes. “You do realize that you lie well for you age. I believed you.”
“Well, thanks to him interfering, I now have to know about these punishments and why you felt the need to make sure I knew you were cooperating. I felt it was strange that you kept saying it.” Harry looked down and ran his hands through his hair, leaning against the door. It was becoming too much. He was only here to find Snape.
“Mr. Potter, I’m sure you don’t want to know what they do to suspected Death Eaters here. It isn’t a pretty sight.”
“Well, apparently I now have to correct these ‘deplorable conditions’ instead of just leaving as soon as I finish in here,” he said. He walked back to the table and sat down, leaning his head on his hands.
“We can discuss the conditions, but I want to know your real reason for coming,” Lucius said quietly, looking at the boy in a new light.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Mr. Potter. I will cooperate with you 100% if you can answer my questions as well. I know you aren’t here to check on the condition of the prison. You took too much joy in making sure that as many Death Eaters as possible were placed here.”
Harry stared at Lucius whose cold steel eyes gazing into the depths of Harry's soul. “I’m on a mission to find someone. I was told to come here.”
“Who are you looking for?” he asked quietly, noticing that Harry was ready to break from the strain he had been hiding since he arrived.
“Why should I trust you with that information?” Harry retorted.
“Who am I going to tell, Mr. Potter? I have not heard from any of my associates in the past year. I don’t trust the Ministry officials. You never know whom they are working for. You, on the other hand, I know that your overall goal is to defeat the Dark Lord. I know where you stand,” Lucius said calmly, and continued as if talking to a wounded animal. “Your secret would be safe with me, especially since you are already using me in your venture. I am willing to cooperate with those I trust.”
Harry was stunned by Lucius’ reaction. Snape could not have meant Lucius Malfoy, could he? Harry didn’t know what to think. He ran his hands through his hair while the other man sat and watched the emotions clouding Harry’s face. “Have you seen your son recently?” he asked unexpectedly.
“No, I haven’t seen him since the previous summer. He was allowed to visit me one time,” Lucius replied wondering where this line of questioning was going.
“What about Professor Snape?”
“I just told you I haven’t seen any of my associates since the night at the Ministry.”
“Damn. Who have you seen, most recently?”
“I don’t know why you are so worried about my son and Severus Snape. It is to my understanding that you hate each other. I would like to know more about how my son caused Dumbledore’s death, if you don’t mind,” he replied.
“I will tell you about your son’s involvement after I find out about your visitors,” Harry stated, willing to give something in return for the information.
“Since your heart is set on who has visited me, it was one of those Weasleys. He has an earring. I can’t tell them all apart, there are so many of them,” he said distastefully.
“Bill? When was he here?” he asked anxiously.
“It was early in the morning five days ago.”
“That can’t be!” Harry exclaimed, standing up. “Are you sure it was Bill?”
“Long red hair, freckles, and an earring dangling from his ear.”
Harry stared at the man as he sat back down. The shock was apparent on his face. Lucius waited for the reason behind Harry’s actions.
“Bill was in the infirmary five days ago being treated for a werewolf bite. It could not have been him that you saw,” Harry said quietly, looking into Lucius’ eyes.
“I don’t know about that, Mr. Potter, but I know I spoke with a Weasley who fits that description five days ago, early in the morning.”
“What did he say?” Harry asked, his mind going in different directions, his body ready to break down after this new development.
“Just to be ready for a surprise visitor who will want to talk to me about secrets,” he replied, watching Harry's face to see what it may give away.
Harry’s face paled, “But what secrets?”
“I guess we shall see. Am I to assume that you are searching for secrets, Mr. Potter?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, but Bill doesn’t know that. Only two people know and it couldn’t be…wouldn’t…” Harry was so confused.
“Maybe they told Bill and had him to come see me,” Lucius supplied helpfully.
“They haven’t told the Weasleys. I can guarantee this.”
“Well, who was it then? You know this room is safe. You put up your own charms to make sure of it. How can you be sure that whoever has you looking for secrets didn’t involve Mr. Weasley?”
“I told you already. Bill was in the infirmary that morning. He would not have been told about the secrets because I only found out about them yesterday. He is still at Hogwarts recovering from the battle.” Harry said running his hand through his hair. He hated that his frustration was getting the better of him.
Lucius looked at him closely. Harry was talking more and more quietly. He could tell the boy had been through a bit in the last few days. He began to see beyond the scar and see the boy underneath, a boy the same age as his own son.
“Harry, who is it that told you to look for secrets? I will help you the best I can,” he said softly.
“Snape and Draco are hiding because of Dumbledore’s murder.”
“Draco?”
“Yes. Draco was supposed to kill Dumbledore, but he couldn’t do it. I watched the entire scene unfold. Snape came up and saw Dumbledore there…and he didn’t hesitate…he just killed him. Right then. He didn’t care. He just killed him. Dumbledore’s body went over the side of the tower. Snape grabbed Draco and ran out,” Harry said, tears running down his face. He hadn’t really cried, yet telling this man who was his enemy made the tears fall.
Lucius sat back, shocked. “Why would Draco try to kill Dumbledore?”
“It was his assignment,” Harry spat out. “He is following in your footsteps. Dumbledore tried to talk to him, and it was working until the other Death Eaters showed up. They were telling him to go on and finish the job. Then Snape came in and took over and killed him.”
“He wasn’t supposed to join, not yet. He was supposed to finish his schooling before they…” he said more to himself than to Harry.
“I’m sorry to say, Mr. Malfoy, I think they decided to recruit him early because you are in here,” Harry said with disgust. “All because you had to follow a Dark Lord, your son is now trapped with him.”
Harry didn’t know why this upset Lucius so much. He watched the older man's reaction.
Lucius placed his head in his hands. He didn’t want his son involved until he had to be. “I told him it wasn’t time yet. I told him he needed to wait.”
“Well, apparently he wasn’t able to wait any longer. His father was in prison. You know what? That is just as bad as if he were dead. Do you know how hard it is to do what you are supposed to do when you don’t have a father?” Harry couldn’t explain why he was so mad. He didn’t know why he was showing his emotions to Lucius Malfoy. He just knew he couldn’t keep it in any longer. The past week had been hard on him.
Lucius sat back, his eyes opened wider as he came to the realization that Harry was the same age as Draco. He had been participating in events to kill this boy since he was an infant. A boy, just sixteen, or was he seventeen yet? It didn’t matter. He realized then that if his “enemy” was a boy Draco’s age, then Draco would be considered old enough to join the war effort. Everything he had done to keep him out of it had failed. His son was now on the run because he, Lucius, had had to join the forces of the Dark Lord.
In that moment he did something he never thought he would do. He stood up and crossed to Harry Potter and pulled him into a hug. He would never be able to explain why he did that, but he knew it was the right thing to do. He suddenly realized that this could very well have been Draco sitting here facing an enemy. Draco could have been the boy that was orphaned too soon. He felt his mask fall from his face as he held the shaking boy in his arms.
After just a moment, Harry looked up and saw Lucius’ face. The pain that he felt was being reflected back at him. He knew something had happened, but what, he wasn’t sure. He was afraid to break the silence.
Lucius was afraid to break the tentative truce they had unwittingly called. He got back up and sat in his chair again. “Harry, I’m sorry. I can’t even begin to tell you why, but I am sorry.”
Harry just looked at him and nodded. He couldn’t form any words just yet.
“Now, back to the subject at hand; you say that Bill Weasley was in the infirmary, right?”
Harry nodded as Lucius continued, “That means that whoever came to see me could not be him, right? Who else could it have been? Unless…no, he wouldn’t have done that. He couldn’t have. He isn’t strong enough to hold it…let alone the risk involved, but if he set out to…” Lucius face paled as his thought took control of him.
“What is it, Lucius?” Harry asked quietly.
Lucius looked at the boy across from him. He knew he had to decide right then what side of the war he wanted to stay on. It all came down to this one secret, the one he had vowed never to tell another soul until it was time.
“Harry, I…” Lucius took a deep breath. He was never at a loss for words; his cool exterior had faded when he realized how involved Draco was in the war. “Harry, I think I need to change my allegiance. Will you have me as an ally?” he asked cautiously.
“Why are you ready to switch to the light side so easily?”
“This is hard for me. I had thought that Draco would remain safe. For him, I will do anything. I have done my best to keep him safe, but if what I fear has happened, he isn’t safe at all. He is about to be used and exploited.”
Harry stared at the man who was changing sides because of his son. He had never thought he would see this day. “What is the secret, Mr. Malfoy? Why did Snape want me to come see you?”
Lucius took a deep breath. “This is a secret I have kept for seventeen years. It is hard to say it even now, although I have a feeling it is the only way my son is going to be saved.”
Harry looked at the man, almost afraid of what he was about to say.
“You see, in my wife’s family there is a Metamorphmagus born in every generation. It has been this way for centuries. It was assumed that her niece, Nymphadora was the only one.”
Harry’s blood was running cold. He had forgotten that Tonks was related to the Malfoys. His eyes grew larger as a stray thought fell into his head. “No,” he said quietly.
Lucius continued without noticing Harry’s change in demeanor. “We were surprised when Draco started exhibiting the signs as well. Only my wife and his godfather knew about it. We kept it hidden from everyone. We knew it would be only a matter of time before the Dark Lord found out and made Draco a part of his Death Eaters.”
“NO!” Harry screamed. “No! It can’t be.” He put his head on his hands, feeling his world fall apart. “It can’t be.”
“I assure you, Draco is a Metamorphmagus,” Lucius said staring at the boy. He didn’t understand this outburst. “Draco has been able to change his form at will for the past few years. He has never been able to hold it until recently. He only practices it at home, so no one else will know about it. He has not been able to sustain the change for long periods of time. That is why I am hesitant to say that it was he who was here.”
“Why do you say that?”
“When he gets emotional, he changes back to himself. He has been able to hold the image for about ten minutes that I know of. I could always tell it was him; his eyes rarely ever changed. Unless he has gotten control of that, then he couldn’t have been here. The person was at the prison for a good half hour between getting in, seeing me, and then leaving. I cannot believe that it was him.”
Grey, silvery eyes staring back at him, always during sex. It couldn’t be. It just couldn’t. Harry’s world fell apart. “Mr. Malfoy…” he started, but couldn’t finish.
“Harry, can we visit my cell now? I just remembered that he dropped a Muggle book in my room, but I did not look at it closely. It may have been for you.” Lucius’ face reflected pride as he thought about what his son might be capable of now.
“Sure,” Harry said quietly. If it was another message, he was ready to just tear it up. He was totally shaken. Everything he believed could have just been thrown away. Draco was a Metamorphmagus.
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