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Fire and Ice	By : Original-Sin Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 10297 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 6:

Hogwarts

It was Monday morning and all the students of Hogwarts were in the Great Hall ready to take on the most important meal of the day, breakfast. Already a week of classes had passed, and the first years still found themselves surprised by the many magical displays found within the walls of the old castle. From moving stairs to magical apparitions, Albus, Scorpius and Rose experienced them all, together. Because of this they earned the nickname ‘The Trio’, much to the Headmistress’ amusement. Now who would have thought that one day a Potter-Weasley and a Weasley-Granger would be ‘best mates’ with a Malfoy!, why not even Dumbledore himself could have predicted such an occurrence. After the war, the house rivalry that once prevailed slowly vanished, and unity between the students was brought forth. Thus, it was at the end of the Ravenclaw table on such a fine morning one found The Trio.

“After eating such delicious meals, I do not think I will see my mother’s food in the same light…” commented Rose while cutting a piece of blueberry pancake.

“No offence Rose, but Aunt Hermione’s food was never that good, not like Grandma Molly’s that is.” Albus said warily waiting for his cousin’s reaction.

Even though she had taken a jab at her mother’s cooking skills first, you never knew how she would react to somebody else doing it (she was Ronald Weasley’s daughter after all), but to his surprise Rose just ‘mmm’. Glancing to his right, Al got a glimpse of his best mate, Scorpius. During this past week, Al had gotten to know his new friend rather well. He soon noticed Scorpius’ unusual shyness to people (other than himself of course), and even though the three of them were usually found together, it was mainly Rose and himself who developed a conversation with Scorpius listening in the background.

“Say Scorp, how do you compare Hogwarts food with the one at your Manor?” asked Al cheerily turning to look at his friend, urging him to participate in the conversation.

Looking up shyly from his plate Scorpius said, “Both of them are made by house-elves, there really is no difference.” He finished quietly.

“It has been proven that food acquires taste according to the cooks’ emotions, in a way, non aggravated elves make the most delicious meals!” piped Rose from across the table before taking a gulp of pumpkin juice.

“Maybe that is why Aunt Mione’s food is not delicious at all… she’s always aggravated!!!” Albus laughed when his cousin choked on the juice and started turning red, to his side he heard Scorpius softly giggle at his comment, one of his favorite past times was poking fun at his cousin’s… sensitivities.

“My mother is NOT aggravated! She is a very busy woman that is all!” huffing Rose stood up from the table, retrieved her book bag and headed over to sit with her friends at the Hufflepuff table, but not before sticking her tongue back at her cousin.

Albus rolled his eyes at her childish antics, “For one who complains about me acting like a child, she sure doesn’t look at herself sometimes, right Scorp?”

“Hehe… it's amusing watching you two bicker” Scorpius giggled.

Albus smiled at his friend, truth be told he was worried about his mate’s lack of interaction with their peers, not to mention the now fading yellowish bruises on Scorpius’ wrists… reminders of his friend’s abuse. He had yet to send his father a letter informing him about his time at Hogwarts so far, but also about his suspicion with Scorpius’ markings. ‘Today after dinner, without fail I’ll send the letter… It’s good to see him having fun though.’ thought Albus as he finished the last of his breakfast. Looking at Scorpius he noticed he too had finished his meal, nodding to him, they stood up from the table, picked up their book bags and headed for the Great Halls main double doors. “You ready for today’s lessons.”

“Yes. Today Professor Sprout said we would be working with Mandrakes! I can’t wait to see them!” responded a happy looking Malfoy.

Smiling, the two Ravenclaw friends walked side by side towards the Green House.

***

“I hate Mondays.”
Growled a furious looking Harry James Potter between clenched teeth, currently striding down the halls of the Ministry’s Magical Law Enforcement Department and causing anyone in his path to jump out of the way.
‘A Muggle… a MUGGLE!! How is that even possible?!?!? It just doesn’t fit!!’
He stopped to catch his breath and then punched the wall in anger with his fist causing the portrait of a deceased and elderly Auror who was taking a nap to precariously tilt on it’s perch.
“Hey, watch what you’re doing there you crazy lunatic! There are some wizards who need there rest you know and don‘t need impudent little whelps like you disturbing their sleep by throwing temper tantrums. Why in my day, if you….”
Harry glared at the small figure who was ranting at him and whom he had just woken waving his fist at him in anger. Turning away, he gave him the finger and continued on his way down the hallway.
He was headed to his superior’s office, Gawain Robards, to ‘discuss’ the matter of a partner for the Serial Killer case. He had received the analysis on the single strand of hair, the result: it belonged to a Muggle. Taking a deep breath, he composed himself and walked the rest of the way towards Auror Robards office. Standing in front of the white double doors, he read the golden plate ‘Head Auror’, and knocked.

“Enter.” Answered a gruff and deep voice.

Taking one last breath to calm himself down, he opened the door and stepped inside the room.

“Ah. Auror Potter, good to see you are doing well, to what do I owe this visit? I hope the case is going well.” Putting the file he had been reading down on the desk, Robards stood from his chair and shook Harry’s hand, he gestured for him to take a sit.

“Good morning, Auror Robards, I’m doing just fine. It is in fact regarding my current case that I have come to talk about.” Said Harry while taking a seat across from Robards. “I have received word from the Healer, who did the autopsies on the latest two victims. It seems the Killer… or should I say Killers have changed their method of murder... and it now includes rape.”

“Rape you say… I see.”
Robards leaned onto his desk and crossed his finger in front of his chin. This case was becoming more and more troublesome by the minute.
“Killers? What makes you think that there is more than one Killer, Auror Potter?”
Now Robards was one heck of an Auror and an excellent head of department, but the one thing he was not: it was sensible.

“According to Healer Matthews, the Killer does not seem to be working alone, the pattern of this particular murder seems askew from the previous ones. Also there is the fact of this new act of violence, the rape of the male victim. And the tiny piece of evidence left at the scene which seems to be carelessness on the part of the Killer. All of which are ‘out of character’ for our unknown suspect.”

Harry knew how Auror Robards worked, ‘Cheap ass son of a bitch… he’s gonna make me beg him to give me a partner.’ Taking a breath Harry played it cool and presented his case with the outmost confidence, ‘I’ll leave the last piece of evidence for the end…’ he thought, just in case Robards did not understand his need of assigning another Auror for this case, surely the fact that a Muggle may be involved in the murders would make him assign a partner.

“I see what you mean, Auror Potter. Still I do not understand how that could dictate more than one Killer, your unknown suspect could be working alone on this. And we are high on demand as it is, I cannot assign another Auror for this case based on a hunch. Unless you have substantial proof of the Killers, I cannot merit more hands on this; we are short on a budget as it is.”
Leaning back Robards untangled his hands and made to grab the file he was reading, prior to Potter’s interruption, as if to indicate the conversation was over.

‘I knew he would drop the budget card…’ Straightening on the chair, Harry looked at Robards, “There is one more thing, Sir. The piece of evidence I mentioned earlier, it was a single strand of hair, which has been analyzed.” Harry waited for the Head Auror to take the bait.

Closing the file again Robards raised an eyebrow, “And… what were the results?”

Internally Harry smirked, “According to the analysis, it belongs to a Muggle.” Harry waited for the news to sink in, and surely enough the reaction was what he expected.

Straightening up again, Robards laid the file back down on the table, and regarded Potter with his full attention once again. Surely this was a mistake… a Muggle? A Muggle was involved with the Wizarding World’s Serial Killer… impossible.
“How accurate are these results, Auror Potter? These are some very serious accusations you are suggesting, for a Muggle to even be considered involved in this kind of… crime. Why, if the Wizarding World were to ever find out, it would surely become a disaster. These murders having taken place on Wizarding grounds, and of which no Muggle can cross the barriers without assistance. There must be a mistake in the analysis.”
Robards looked at Harry straight in the eye. “Make them test the evidence again.”

At this Harry’s lip lifted involuntarily, oh he had this in his pocket. “It has already been done sir, three times. All the results the same: a Muggle.”

Robards was physically fidgeting on his sit by now, and Harry absolutely loved every second of it.

“Alright, Auror Potter, I see the predicament. I will take into consideration what we have discussed here today and will assign you a partner by the end of the day. You are dismissed.”
With that said, Robards picked up the file and started reading again. Harry for his part, got up from the chair, gave a slight bow as a sign of respect and headed towards and out the door, all the while sporting a very sly smirk on his lips.

***

Malfoy Manor

Draco sat in his private study going over some paper work. Being head of the family was no easy feat, it required a vast amount of his time to ensure that everything remained in order. Moreover, even if they had paid the price, the Ministry still had their eyes on the Malfoy name and one step out of line on his part, could be catastrophic.

“What about your love Draco? Have you ever given Scorpius that? The child craves for it more than anything else in the world. He does everything he can think of to please you, his father, and you are too busy to notice it.” “I am ashamed of you Draco Malfoy and your father would be also.”

Sighing he stood from the chair behind his desk and went towards the liquor cabinet, opening it he served himself a glass of Fire Whiskey. Truth be told, his mother’s words had been haunting him all weekend. Sitting back down on his desk chair he leaned back and took a swing of the whiskey.

‘Maybe she’s right… maybe I haven’t been giving my son what he needs.’ Turning his head towards the side he saw the letter his mother had written to Scorpius lying on top of a few files. Reaching towards it, he brought it close to his face and examined it. ‘Hmmm I do wonder how he's doing…’ Sitting up straight, he finished the glass in one gulp and moved towards the stationary. Taking out a piece of parchment and a quill, he dipped it in ink and started writing,

Dear son,

This is your father hope you are doing well…

Shaking his head, he made a ball of the paper and tossed it into the burning warmth of the fireplace. As the flames consumed the piece of paper, he pondered what he should say. ‘If I have been a crappy father since… EVER!! What should I say!! MERLIN mother is right… I am a cold hearted bastard…’ Taking a deep breath, he turned back to his desk and grabbed another piece of parchment and the quill,

Dear Scorpius,

We haven’t heard from you, your grandmother, mother and I are wondering how you are. We hope Hogwarts is to your liking, and that you have made some friends. We miss you here at the Manor, it is quiet without you. Please take care, eat, rest and study. We are proud of you. I am proud of you.

Take care my son,

Your father,

Draco Abraxas Malfoy

Looking at the letter, he read it and re-read it. With trembling hands, he inserted it inside an envelope and stamped it with the Malfoy family crest seal. He took both his and his mother’s letter and headed towards the Owl Post. After sending the letters, he decided to get a drink, turning around he went inside the Manor and headed towards his chamber for a shower and a change of clothes. It seems another night out at the Three Broomsticks was in order.

***

A tall broad shoulder man strolled inside the Hog’s Head and towards the stairs that led to the upper levels of the Inn. Taking the key out of his pocket he unlocked the door and entered the room.

“You’re here early, eager to see me or have you got some important news?”
The tall man walked towards the corner of the room, where the other occupant, a lesser built man a few inches shorter than him, stood by the window. The man turned around to face him, his hair a shaggy style honey color, his eyes following the taller man’s movement. The taller of the two, leaned close and lifted his hand up to brush the strands of honey out of the other’s bright blue eyes.

“Both actually” said the blue eyed man, “but I missed you more…”
Leaning up he brought the other’s head down a few inches and pressed their lips together. They kissed like lovers whom have been apart for a while, and in fact, they had. A hand came to grasp a strong neck and tangle with dark brown locks of hair, holding that head in place. Brown eyes opened, and looked down at the man’s face, tan in color, as if he were out in the sun a lot. A wave of lust hit him, as he gazed as his lover, still kissing him with an all consuming passion. Sadly the need for air became more pressing and they parted, still holding each other close.

“I’ve missed you, love.” Brown eyes gazed at blue and held, he leaned down a bit to kiss the other on the tip of his nose. “So much!”

Giggling, the shorter man leaned over and wrapped both arms around a broad back, “I know darling… I missed you too.” They held each other tenderly for a few minutes; then moved over towards the bed to lie down together.

The taller of the two laid on his back, whereas the shorter man draped himself over the other’s chest. While the brown eyed man caressed the other's back, said man began to speak, “Potter got the results back from the analysis on the strand of hair.” He felt the other man ‘hmmmm’ through the vibrations on his chest.

“He was baffled and enraged by them, the least he expected was a Muggle to be involved.” the man laughed.

“To think that is just the beginning of what is in store for him…” the brown eyed man snickered. “Go on love what else?”

“Well because of this he asked for a new partner…”

At this the taller man stopped his ministrations and lifted his head to look up at his lover, “And who is Potter‘s new partner?”

The shorter man raised his head from the other's chest, looking up at his lover, he slowly crawled up his body and captured those lips in a sensuous wet kiss. Pulling back, he smiled and laid his head back down on the broad chest.

At this the brown eyed man couldn’t contain his joy and laughed out loud. “Oh this is getting better and better…”

Pushing from the bed, he rolled his lover around and preceded to divest him of the robes, “I am going to ravish you tonight!”

Blue eyes sparkled; the sound of giggling could be heard from the room, but for a few seconds, the moans and gasps that replaced them were the only warning to those outside who may have been walking by their closed door.

***

“Bloody hell!! Still not used to this…” Harry bellowed as he stumbled outside the fireplace and into his personal study.

It had been a long day of work, and still Robards had not sent him notification of who his new partner would be. He had spent the rest of the day going over the files and evidence again, ‘There has to be something I’m missing… it can’t be a Muggle, it just CAN’T!’ These words still haunted him, even after hours of work.
He walked towards the Living Room and noticed the house was eerily quiet, ‘Guess the wife is not home tonight either.’ This was not a surprise to him, but the sequential occurrence of it was starting to get to him. Deciding he could use a nice long shower he started to ascend the stairs, but soon stopped when he saw a parchment on top of the tea table. Thinking it was another ‘note’ from Ginny he was intending to make it into a tiny ball and set it a flame when he saw the Hogwarts seal. It was a letter from Albus, his young son, whom he promised only to have forgotten to write too because of his work. Without a second thought, he sat on the first chair nearby in the Living Room and tore at the envelope holding the letter, eager to hear from his son,

Hey Dad!!

Guess what! I’m in RAVENCLAW!!! Wohooooo soooo excited!! Oh and Rose got sorted into Hufflepuff. Who would have thought that the son of Harry Potter would be smarter than the child of Hermione Granger, huh? Hehehehe… Anyway dad, everything is really amazing here, the magic in the castle is outstanding! Oh and Aunt Minnie keeps looking out for me too so no worries. I already learned a few spells, the first one was Wingardium Leviosa and I was the first one to get it right! It was awesome, moreover cause Scorpius was there with me and got excited with me about it!! Uh…. I forgot to tell you, I made a new friend he is in my House as well, he is really smart but very shy. He, Rose and me always hang around together, so much so they call us ‘The Trio’! Aunt Minnie laughs at that, says it reminds her of the time you, Aunt Mione and Uncle Ron were at school. His name is Scorpius Malfoy and he is my best mate!

At this Harry stopped reading; his son… was best mates with Malfoy’s son! How, how in Merlin’s beard was that RIGHT? Flashes of that one time with Malfoy… Draco, came to his mind, and to his horror he blushed scarlet. ‘Oh god… this is, wow.’ Taking a deep breath, like the thousand one that day, he calmed himself down and continued to read the letter.

We are even bunk mates! We really have a lot of fun together, and studying with him is great cause he is way smarter than me. Tehe. Hmm… dad there is something I wanted to tell you about Scorp. You see… that first day we met on the train, I had been observing him and noticed he had a few bruises dad, on his wrists and chin. And not the type of bruises I got that time I fell from the broom… but like the type made by hands. I haven’t asked him anything, because I don’t want to scare him… But I believe he is being abused, and maybe that is why he is also so shy. I am telling you this dad because I believe you can help in some way. He is my friend and I care for him deeply, he is a great kid! And no kid should suffer something like this.

Well dad I got to go, need to study, love you dad!! And mum too!! Take care and miss you!!

Your son,

Albus

P.S. Would you please ease mum into the whole Ravenclaw sorting and Malfoy friendship thing? Thank you dad!!

‘Malfoy is beating his son?’ Something like that did not seem possible, it seemed surreal. Something wasn’t right, and he was going to find out what. Albus was right; no kid should suffer something like that. He remembered his years of hell living with the Dursley’s and grimaced. Getting up from the chair he walked towards his study and locked the letter in his desk, ‘Best Ginny not find it now’, and wrote a quick response to his son.

Dear Albus,

I am very proud of you for all of your accomplishments, and I am sorry I have yet to write, got a new case and it is a difficult one. I Love you very much son! And I will help in everyway that I can with your friend Scorpius.

Take care and behave,

Love,
Dad

Finishing with the letter, he called for his owl and sent it away. Walking back towards the staircase, he went up and headed towards his and Ginny’s room, set on taking a shower and change into fresh clothes. A few minutes later found himself back in his study, thinking about what Albus had wrote in his letter, he closed his eyes and apparated away towards the Three Broomsticks.

***

Three Broomsticks

Draco was sitting at the bar getting piss-assed drunk and lately for some reason he felt like he needed to be drinking. He looked over at the bartender to see that he was busy cleaning a few glasses; the bar was relatively empty, except for a few patrons sitting at a table at the far end of the room. ‘Bloody wankers… looking all secretive like that…’ snorting into his cup, he raised his hand and asked for another.

As the waiter served his drink, the door opened letting in a cold burst of air and none other than Harry Bloody Potter walked in. Draco shuddered at the sight of the damned sexy as hell Auror, ‘Hmmm feels like déjà vu….’ Ignoring the feeling, he turned back to nursing his drink. The stool next to him moved and then was occupied by Potter.

“There are a lot of available spaces you know, why come and sit next to me and taint my air with your presence Saint Potter?” Draco slurred ‘I must be more pissed than I though…’

Harry glanced at Malfoy but said nothing, greeting Sam he ordered his drink, after taking a sip, he turned to Malfoy. “For someone who claims to be busy, you sure have a lot of time to waste drinking. Things not going well at home, Malfoy?” Harry observed him, the dilated pupils, flushed skin and plush lips ‘Just like that night…’ Flushing Harry turned away, ‘My god! What is wrong with me, he doesn’t remember! Get a grip Potter!!’

Unbeknown to Harry, Draco had caught his gaze and flushed cheeks, ‘Hmmm…he looks sexy like that... OH LORD! I AM drunk…’ Looking down at his drink Draco exhaled, he was about to say something when Potter interrupted.

“So Malfoy, receive a letter from your son yet?”
Harry knew this was rude, jumping to his inquires so quickly, but here was an opportunity and he had promised his son. Seeing as the older Malfoy wasn’t responding he continued, “I received a letter from Albus today, my son, he got sorted into Ravenclaw, and seems to be doing well.”

At this Draco took the bite, “Your son in Ravenclaw Potter? Who would have thought you had those genes in you?” He knew that was rude and a low blow, but the sudden question about his own son surprised him, he was still tender on the subject, and to be truthful, he felt awkward about it.

Harry looked at Malfoy, he was about to retort with a nasty comment, when he noticed Malfoy’s distressed look and lack of answer; ‘Could it be he doesn’t know about his son being in Ravenclaw and is best mates with my son? Could Albus’ suspicion about Scorpius being abused be correct?’ No, he was getting carried away, he needed to stay calm and play it smoothly.
“Apparently so, who knew, huh?” Deciding to go with the flow he let the comment slide, and made it into a joke. “So heard nothing yet, then?”

Draco took a swing from his drink, and took a breath, ‘I need to calm down… he doesn’t know… stay cool’
“No, not yet, I sent a letter today, he must be busy but I'm sure he's fine.”

“Hmmm… yeah you’re right. I know where he got sorted but I won’t spoil it for you!” Harry answered cheekily, and at Malfoy’s outrageous look he winked. ‘What’s wrong with me! Flirting! Didn’t I Obliviate him so he wouldn’t remember?!? Bah you’re barmy Potter, totally barmy’

‘Is Potter flirting with me? I really am drunk…’
“Hmm that so, well I guess I will wait and see.”

They shared a few moment of silence after that, Sam came and served them drinks again. After a couple of pints for Harry and a couple of whiskeys for Draco, the latter surprised them both when he spoke,

“How do you know if you are a good father, Potter?”

Harry was shocked at the words, ‘Did Draco just ask me tips on parenting? Me?... did I call him Draco?’
“Hmm… Malfoy I think you’re drunk!”

Draco was speechless, ‘Did I say that out loud?... yes I did! Stupid, stupid!!’
“Nu uh, I’m not as drunk as you think I am!...wait…shit.” Dropping his head down on top of the counter, Draco tried to hide his face, ‘What is it about this baboon that turns me into an idiot?!’

After hearing Draco’s unintelligent blabber Harry suddenly burst out laughing, causing the few patrons left to turn and stare at him.
“Malfoy I think you should call it a night, think you can apparate?”

At this Draco straightened up, frankly he could apparate but he could also end up getting himself splinched, his focus wasn’t good at all.
“Hmm no, say barkeep do you have a fireplace?”

Sam turned around and made a motion behind him with his thumb indicating the back of the bar room.

Draco stood from the stool, deposited a few sicles on top of the counter top and walked around the bar, “Good night Saint Potter!” he called back before the sound of erupting flames could be heard.

Harry took this as his cue to leave as well; he paid Sam his dues, and headed outside apparating on the spot. Once inside his study, he noticed that Malfoy’s goodbye had no bite of sarcasm to it. Smiling to himself, he was about to walk out of the office when he noticed a letter with a familiar seal on the front, ‘My new partner…’

Walking towards his desk he picked the letter and opened it,

Auror Potter,

In regards to your petition for a partner on the WWSK, I hear by grant it. Your new partner, Auror Cormac McLaggen, will meet you first thing tomorrow morning at your office.

Regards,

Ministry of Magic Law Enforcement Department

Head Auror,

Auror Gawain Robards

‘Cormac McLaggen, huh…’
Turning around Harry set the note on fire and walked out of the study closing the doors behind him.

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