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Sags Nicht	By : Pheobi Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 25726 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Okay, so…this chapter is going to be a little choppy and disjointed. We’ll be jumping through several moments in time (sort of) and getting a LOT of information all at once. I, of course, already know all of this information, so it’s not a big deal for me. You, my lovely readers, may get confused. Since I know that things that make sense in my head don’t always make sense to other people, please let me know if there’s anything you don’t understand. If you are one of the people who normally leaves e-mail addys so I can answer questions and send alerts, please read the A/N at the end of chapter for more information on the NEW ALERT SYSTEM I have in place! Reviews inspire me to write; I love getting them! So pretty please leave me some lovely feedback. Happy reading! ~ FA
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Harry sat in the train compartment, beside Ginny and Neville, with Luna, Hermione and Ron across from him. They hadn’t been trying to speak to him; no one had tried to speak to him since Dumbledore’s funeral. Harry was grateful for that. He had had so much to think about. He had had so many plans to make. There was so much going on…so much that had happened.
Standing on the Astronomy Tower, under his cloak, watching as Draco lowered his wand…Harry had been so angry. He’d wanted to scream at his lover; Draco had agreed to let Harry switch sides and yet he was lowering his wand! He was failing to complete his task! Harry had been so grateful when Snape cast the killing curse for Draco. His plans hadn’t been ready yet. Harry knew Draco thought he didn’t remember their conversation in the Room of Requirement, but he did and he intended to keep his promise. He’d just needed time to plan and he hadn’t wanted Draco trying to talk him out of this, or going behind his back and switching sides first. Like he’d tried to do on the Tower. Harry made a mental note to thank Snape when he saw him.
Harry noticed they were almost to London and glanced at his friends. “Hey guys, no matter what happens, you’ll always listen to my reasons for doing things right? I mean…if I did something you didn’t understand, you’d let me explain before freaking out, right?”
Hermione looked surprised. “Of course we would, Harry! We didn’t follow you to the Department of Mysteries last year on a whim.” She reached across the compartment and squeezed Harry’s hand. “You explained why you felt you had to go and we came with you because we’re your friends and we support you.”
The others were all nodding and Harry smiled. “Oh. Okay. That’s good, because I’ve got this thing that’s been on the back burner for a little while now and…” He smiled enigmatically and shrugged. “Well, soon I’m going to have to act and I just wanted to know that when it happens, you’ll all listen before you judge.”
The others all started talking at once and Harry held up his hands. “Guys, guys, guys…I can’t explain it just yet, okay? Soon; not yet.”
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Harry approached his Uncle Vernon. “I won’t be staying with you this summer, Vernon.” Harry said as calmly as he could manage; he really wanted to dance.
Vernon’s face turned red. “Couldn’t you have had the decency to let us know that, boy? I wasted petrol getting here!”
Harry rolled his eyes. “I’m being watched to ensure I leave with you and arrive there so I’ll come to the house and in a few hours I’ll be gone again and you won’t have to deal with me ever again.” Harry’s voice was low and calm and Vernon’s eyes lit up like a child in a sweet shop, though his face was still a bit red.
“Get in the car then, boy.” Vernon said, glee seeping into his voice. “You’ll be gone before dinner then?”
“Most likely.” Harry replied coolly, rolling his eyes and following Vernon to the car with his trunk and Hedwig. “It depends, really, on how well they’re watching me. It shouldn’t be a problem, though. A few hours and I’ll be able to slip away unnoticed.”
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Harry left his trunk and Hedwig (in her cage) in the entrance hall to 4 Privet Drive. He’d just have to bring them back down the stairs if he brought them up, so why bother? Petunia stepped out of the kitchen, into the little hallway beside the stairs, and frowned. “What makes you think you can just leave your things there?” She demanded.
Harry shrugged. “I’m not staying more than a few hours. I’ll be leaving as soon as it gets dark. So I’m not bringing my things up the stairs just to carry them down again.”
Petunia looked at Vernon, who was beaming happily, and then cast a worried look at Harry. “I don’t understand. Your Headmaster said you have to stay here.”
Harry sighed softly. “Well, Dumbledore is dead, so it’s not really up to him anymore.” He perched on the edge of his trunk and explained as best he could. “I have some things I need to do and I can’t do them here. I also can’t wait; there’s someone waiting for me.”
“Will people come for you, like the other summers?” His aunt asked, a frown marring her face. “What am I supposed to tell them?”
Harry chuckled darkly and handed her a small memo pad. “Here. If someone comes, ask them what group they belong to. If they say ‘Death Eater’ then tell them everything; don’t even wait for them to ask. Just tell them. Also, tell them I left on the Knight Bus and tell them I said, ‘See you soon!’.”
Petunia nodded, her eyes wide and frightened, as Harry continued. “If anyone from the Order – that’s the Order of the Phoenix – or from my school, Hogwarts, shows up, tell them I said ‘No more lies. No more manipulation. I’m seeing clearly and you’ll understand soon enough.’ If anyone from the Ministry shows up, tell them ‘You’re in for a big surprise the next time I visit.’ And if my friends – you know, the redheads who pick me up most years – show up, tell them ‘All is well. I’m somewhere safe. I’ll explain as soon as I can.’ It’s all written down on that paper I just gave you. There’s two copies, so if the Death Eaters show up just give them one.”
“And they won’t be angry with us?” Petunia asked, still looking scared. “They won’t use their freaky powers against us for letting you leave?”
Harry shook his head. “I can’t say they won’t be angry, but they’ll know it was my choice to leave and that you couldn’t stop me. They’ll be angry at me, not you.”
Harry glanced around. During his explanation, Vernon had gone into the living room. Harry was alone with his aunt. With his head tipped to the side curiously, Harry said. “What made you agree to take me in as a baby?”
“I was afraid.” Petunia told him honestly. She saw no reason to lie to him. “I was afraid that if we refused to take you, they’d come and use their freaky powers on us. I was trying to keep my family safe from that.”
Harry nodded slowly. “Anything it takes to protect the ones you love, right?” When Petunia nodded, Harry allowed a small smile to grace his lips. It was a cold, unpleasant smile and it frightened Petunia a little as Harry said softly. “That must be an Evans trait.”
Petunia walked away from Harry without another word. She couldn’t have said why, but quite suddenly her almost 17 year old nephew terrified her. She didn’t want to be near him. She didn’t want to talk to him. She just wanted him to leave the house and never come back. She stood in the kitchen, clutching the counter with white-knuckled hands, and prayed for dark to come quickly so the unnatural boy in her front hall would be gone, once and for all.
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Harry stepped off the Knight Bus, which he’d asked to drop him at Borgin and Burke’s in Knockturn Alley. He’d put on his hooded cloak and kept his head down, ensuring his face wasn’t visible. He’d also sent Hedwig on ahead; his snowy owl was nearly as recognizable as he was and he didn’t want any questions. He frowned at the closed sign – that wouldn’t do at all. He banged loudly on the door, ignoring the looks he got from people walking past. After several minutes of pounding, Mr. Borgin opened the door, looking harassed.
“We’re closed!” He rasped angrily, pointing to the sign in the window. “SEE? Closed!”
When he moved to close the door, Harry threw out his hand and caught it. “Not to me, you aren’t.” Harry snarled, his voice pitched lower than normal as he pushed his way into the store and slammed the door behind himself. “Now, I know from a friend of a friend that Burke used to rent the apartment above the store out. Is it currently occupied?”
Borgin opened and shut his mouth several times in surprise, then said. “No. No, it’s not currently rented. You looking for a room?” His eyes glinted avariciously.
Harry smirked, though Borgin couldn’t see it – Harry had kept his hood up. “Yes.” He tossed a small money pouch to the creepy man, who caught it and peered inside, his eyes widening. “10 galleons for 10 days and 5 extra for not asking annoying questions, like my name.” Harry explained in a purr. “And if I leave early, feel free to keep the extra money.”
“Of course, Mr. Jones!” Borgin said, his voice slick and unctuous as he bowed to Harry. “Come along and I’ll show you the rooms.”
Harry smiled at the name Borgin had chosen. It was innocuous enough and he hadn’t had to try to think of something, so he didn’t mind. He followed Borgin outside and into the alley beside the shop. They ascended a rickety wooden staircase that seemed to sway as they climbed and Borgin unlocked the door at the top of the stairs before turning and handing the key to Harry. Harry took a page out of his boyfriend’s book and took the key using only his fingertips, as though he found the mere thought of touching it distasteful, and stepped into the apartment.
Although, apartment was stretching things a bit. There were three rooms. One was a bedroom, which contained a small cot with a threadbare quilt thrown over it and a worn-down dresser missing the handles on most of the drawers. There was a small amount of room to walk between the bed and the dresser, and another small stretch of space between the other side of the bed and the window that overlooked the street in front of the store. It looked clean, at least, for which Harry was grateful. He hadn’t been too happy about the idea of sleeping in a bug-or-rat-infested apartment.
The second of the three rooms consisted of a tiny bathroom with a pedestal sink, a toilet, and a tiny claw foot tub with a pipe running up from the spout making it a shower. A faded blue shower curtain hung from the ceiling. There was barely room to stand in front of the sink, which had a cracked mirror over it, but again it seemed clean and the hot water worked when Harry tried the taps, so it would do for a few days. The third room was scarcely bigger than the bedroom and had a faded orange couch that looked like it had been new when Dumbledore was a teenager, an old wood-burning stove in the corner, a worn wooden coffee table covered in water rings, and a small stretch of wall lined with cabinets that created a short stretch of counter space as well. One of the counter-blocks had a small sink set into it; Harry tested the hot water there as well.
“Well, it’s certainly not much.” Harry said softly, turning in a small circle to survey the main room once again, after his little tour. Borgin paled slightly, clutching the money bag tightly, and Harry sighed. “I suppose it is sufficient for the short time I’ll be occupying it.” Then, unable to help himself and the years of training he had at being nice, he added. “At least it’s clean, which is more than I was expecting.”
Borgin nodded and began backing towards the door. “Right then, Mr. Jones. I’ll just leave you to…unpack or whatever.” He gestured to the trunk Harry had carried up with him and ducked out the door, before Harry could change his mind.
Harry tossed his cloak over a hook on the wall beside the door and sank down onto the hideous couch with a sigh. He glanced at his trunk. There wasn’t much point in unpacking anything, really. He planned on going shopping for new clothes tomorrow. It wouldn’t do to show up on Draco’s doorstep dressed in his cousin’s castoffs; somehow he didn’t think Draco would approve if he did that. Not that Harry thought Draco was going to approve anyway, but it would be that much worse if he showed up in rags. With another sigh, Harry went into the bedroom and opened the small window wide enough for Hedwig to be able to get in and then glanced longingly at the bed. It had been a long day. Harry knew he needed to eat first, though, so he tucked the small key for the door into his pocket, headed out into the main room to put his cloak back on, and then began the walk over to Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron for a meal.
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A/N: So, that’s Harry leaving the Dursleys, his messages to everyone (which are going to come back in a VERY amusing scene next chapter), and his first moments of freedom! I had fun creating the rooms above the shop. I’ll be honest, I can’t remember whether Tom Riddle actually stayed above the shop when he worked there, but I thought it was mentioned that he did so I went with it. If he didn’t in Canon, I do apologize for having taken the liberty of making it so he did. But, well, yeah. It seemed logical to me. ^_^ Also, I made the call to make the rooms dreary, worn-down, small, and sparsely furnished but CLEAN, because Harry could stay comfortably in a box for a few days if it was clean enough. Or I think he could, anyway. I wasn’t really sure what to put in the rooms (I wasn’t originally going to describe them), so I sort of winged that part. I hope it’s okay! I also didn’t want to be bothered with Harry trying to cook in “the apartment from hell” so he’ll just be taking his meals out-and-about. He’ll basically be sleeping in the apartment and storing his stuff there, but not much else. Hope everyone enjoyed this little peek at Harry’s freedom! We’ll come back to him in Ch. 7, after a brief chapter of humor with the DE’s. Please review.
Also, I am no longer doing update alerts VIA e-mail. Instead, I have a FB page where I laud about various HP slash fics and fanart and other such things. I'll be announcing updates there. ^_^
Here's the link: http://www.facebook.com/pages/HP-Slashers-Anonymous/358462610847820 ~ FA
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