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Meddling with Darkness	By : zoy_grey Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 32786 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 11
Disclaimer: I do not own nor make profit off of JK Rowling's world of Harry Potter, the characters or the timeline. Though I do own the plot that I came up with in this story.

Chapter List
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A/N: I won't even try making excuses for the extremely late update ^^' Recently I've realised it's been almost a year since I've uploaded chapter 5....so I'm terribly sorryto those of you who were waiting for the new chapter. I just hope some of you will still read it ;)

Chapter 6
Since New Year, Draco became nervous; he was easily getting angry and snapping at almost all of his house mates. The only exception was Harry. Draco couldn’t even force himself to be rude to the other teen and it wasn’t just because he didn’t want to stress him out between the tasks of the tournament. The reason was completely different.
During the Yule Ball, Draco realised that he wasn’t jealous that Harry found a date, but he was jealous that someone else than him spent the entire evening with the black haired Gryffindor. Since then Draco had more and more dreams about Harry and he knew it had nothing to do with Potter being only his friend – for quite some time now, he knew Harry meant more to him, but as a Malfoy he didn’t dare to admit to anyone but himself how much he cared for the other boy.
He was just on his way to the usual morning meeting with Harry – the best part of his daily routine – when he was stopped by one of the prefects.
“Finally in better mood, eh Draco?” asked the sixth year Slytherin girl seeing the blond smiling.
“What do you want? I’m busy,” barked Malfoy and his smile vanished and was replaced by the calm Malfoy mask.
“I see you’re still in a foul mood, after all,” commented the girl. When Draco started glaring at her she quickly continued, “Professor Snape wants to see you in his office…now.”
When the prefect left, Draco dropped his Malfoy mask and stood there dumbstruck. He had absolutely no clue why his Head of house would want to see him, especially this early in the morning.
Nonetheless, he quickly composed himself and hurried to the said professor. Draco could tell by now that professor Snape didn’t like to wait, nearly as much as his father didn’t like that.
All the way through the dungeons, he was trying to think of a reason for this situation, but nothing came to mind.
Finally, standing before professor Snape’s door, the blond took one deep breath and knocked on the door. There was a short answer so he entered the office. One look around the room and he suddenly knew he was in big trouble, regardless of the reason.
“Good morning, Draco,” said the cold voice of Lucius Malfoy, sitting in an armchair next to Snape’s desk.
“Good morning, father,” said quickly Draco after his initial shock. “Good morning, professor,” he added seeing the potions master walking there and forth behind his desk.
“I see you were already up, even though it’s so early,” kept talking calmly Lucius; the man was too calm in Draco’s opinion and that never meant anything good. “Being up this early is unusual, even for you.”
“I couldn’t sleep, so I wanted to go for a walk,” lied easily Draco, observing professor Snape and the newspaper he was holding in his hands.
“A walk? With your new friend maybe?” asked quietly the blond man and suddenly Draco felt as if the floor was crumbling under his feet.
The teen nervously looked from his father to the potions master. ‘He can’t possibly know about Harry. We kept it all a secret. No one knows, not even Granger and Weasley.’
Next thing he knew was Lucius standing up from his place and Snape handing him the newest Daily Prophet. Draco looked confused at his father, who told him to read it. The moment he laid his eyes on the newspaper his worst fears turned out to be true; on the first page there was a photo of him and Harry in the Minister’s booth at the Quidditch World Cup and over it a bid headline saying: biggest enemies or best friends? He didn’t have to read the article; just scanning it briefly told him that somehow Rita Skeeter managed to find out about his friendship with Harry Potter.
Trying to quickly gather his thoughts, he wanted to come up with some kind of an answer that would satisfy both his father and Head of house.
“Draco?” he was brought out of his thoughts by Snape’s voice.
“I’m on my way to the Daily Prophet right now and I intend to sue them for defamation. I just wanted to inform you about this, because I’m sure this will cause uproar when everyone gets their newspaper today. Now, however, I see there is something you’re not telling me.”
The teen never felt this nervous when facing either professor Snape or his father; then again, he never befriended Harry Potter, the boy hated by both men. On the other hand, Draco was more than certain he wanted to tell them the truth. He wasn’t going to leave Harry alone; he was happy they were friends and, now that Draco knew his feelings for Potter were deeper than just friendship, he intended them to at least stay friends; especially if this was all he could count on from Harry, who didn’t seem to feel the same kind of affection for him. Having all that in mind, the blond decided that Skeeter’s article was actually a chance for him to make his friendship official.
“You can’t sue them, father.”
“Oh? And why is that?” asked Lucius with an angry expression on his face. Draco knew it meant nothing good, but he still wanted to reveal the truth.
“That’s because for once in her life Skeeter didn’t lie. Harry is my friend.”
There was dead silence in the room and the teen watched mixed feelings showing on both men’s faces. It changed from angry to confused.
“This is a very bad joke, Draco,” finally Lucius spoke. “You know perfectly well how Potter treated you and our family. Why would you be friendly with him now?”
“We became friends before Hogwarts. We met on Diagon Alley and wrote letters to each other entire summer, but then Weasley showed up and told him ridiculous things about you, me, professor Snape and entire Slytherin. But we’ve cleared out the misunderstanding and he’s again the same person I befriended four years ago,” Draco explained quickly. He knew this was his only chance to tell the men his point of view and to convince them to his rights. Draco wanted them to at least accept their friendship, because he didn’t intend to leave Harry; not now, after the second task during which he nearly had a heart attack worrying about the other boy. “Professor, you noticed it as well. You can’t deny it. He’s not goofing around with other Gryffindors this much, he’s hard-working and took up new classes. He even got better in potions. You awarded him house points for his achievements.”
“You did what?” interrupted genuinely shocked Lucius. “You, Severus Snape, gave house points to James Potter’s son?”
Draco observed Snape’s reaction and was surprised. He’s never seen so many emotions on the potions master’s face. The blond understood the reason for such reaction was Harry’s father, but he didn’t know the history between Potter and Snape. Draco always assumed that professor Snape had something against Harry, but it looked like the reason for treating his friend like that was in fact James Potter.
“I gave house points for well brewed potion, that’s all,” retorted Snape and turned to his student. “But it seems like I should have given those points to you instead of Potter. You told him how to brew that potion, haven’t you Draco?”
“No, professor. To tell you the truth, Harry is really good with potions, when he’s not listening to Weasley or Granger and when he’s not stressing out that you’ll offend him, sir.”
After a few minutes of awkward silence, Lucius stood face to face with his son and said in a stern voice. “A Malfoy should not be friends with Harry Potter. Not now.”
“With all due respect, father, but I plan to continue being friends with him,” announced proudly Draco, for the first time in his life standing up to his father.
Lucius couldn’t believe what was happening; his friend awarded Potter house points and his own son was defending the half-blood boy. He couldn’t stop the anger growing inside him, but on the other hand he has never seen Draco so strongly defending his beliefs. Being a Malfoy, Lucius started calculating what this friendship with Potter could bring and he couldn’t help but see two possible scenarios – the optimistic version would be their family looking better in public opinion because of Draco being friends with Potter; his son would only have to deal with the initial bad reaction of the wizarding world; the less optimistic
version would be that the Dark Lord had indeed returned and punished the Malfoys for associating with Potter.
“Father?” Draco’s voice brought Lucius out of his thoughts. The man saw his son and friend observing him curiously and waiting for his reaction.
“I’m not going to interfere in your friendship with Potter, although I don’t approve of this particular choice of yours.”
Severus silently observed interaction between Lucius and Draco, and for a moment he felt envious of their bond. The potions master would give anything to be able to form such a bond.
“You should join your housemates for breakfast while I discuss something else with your Head of house,” instructed the older Malfoy and added, “But remember, Draco, you will have to deal with the effects of this article yourself.”

Harry’s morning started not exactly the way he planned it. He was supposed to meet with Draco, like every morning, and practice some spells for the third task of the tournament.
At first, he thought the blond overslept and would be late, but after over half an hour of waiting he understood Draco wasn’t coming to meet with him.
Disappointed and a bit mad, Harry marched to the Great Hall, but as soon as he entered the Hall everyone turned his way with odd expressions. Harry definitely didn’t like it; it was almost like after announcement of the school champions all over again. The only difference was that he couldn’t find Draco anywhere and Hermione and Ron smiled sympathetically to him.
“Mind explaining me what I’ve done wrong this time?” asked a bit annoyed Harry when he reached the Gryffindor table.
“You shouldn’t worry about others,” Hermione said, but couldn’t force herself to tell her friend what exactly happened.
Judging by reactions of everyone in the Great Hall, something big has happened. Harry glanced at the teachers’ table and saw that even professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were observing him curiously. The ominous look on Seamus’ face told him that whatever has happened, was described in Daily Prophet, and definitely didn’t put him in good light.
“You all know Skeeter always writes rubbish…especially about Harry, so buzz off,” Ron said angrily to their housemates. His words only confirmed Harry’s suspicions, but he wanted to ask what exactly Skeeter made up this time.
“What are you playing at, Potter?” sounded a vicious female voice somewhere behind him.
Harry turned around to see Pansy Parkinson, her Slytherin girls’ gang, Crabbe and Goyle. All of them were glaring at him more than normally. To the black haired teen’s surprise, the Snakes didn’t even bother to hide their hostility in front of teachers.
“If you’re planning to ruin Draco’s reputation, you’re gonna be sorry, Potter,” kept talking Pansy.
Meanwhile, Harry was wondering what could have happened to get Slytherins so agitated. It seemed odd for Skeeter to write something bad about Draco without Lucius Malfoy knowing about it; and what did all that have to do with him? His questions were answered by what Goyle said moments later.
“Or maybe you think lies about friendship with Malfoy will help you?” the moment Goyle said that, Harry quickly grabbed the nearest Daily Prophet and with horror watched the photo of him and the blond, and the headline. A million questions ran through his mind - what was he supposed to tell his friends; what about teachers; how many howlers will he get from witches and wizards after this article? But most of all, what will Draco say? Harry was terrified he’d lose his friend again.
“As if anyone would believe Malfoy befriended a half-blood like you,” Goyle’s voice brought him out of his thoughts; but what shocked him the most was the sight of Draco, with his calm Malfoy mask, standing behind his housemates.
“Do you want to question my choices, Goyle?” said the blond and all Snakes looked at him shocked, but no one dared to say anything. Draco’s gaze landed on Harry and immediately the black haired teen knew his friend wasn’t mad at him.
“But Malfoy…” started complaining Goyle, but was cut short by Draco.
“Maybe I should question my decision to be friends with you, Goyle?” the blond sent his housemates a death glare and immediately everyone knew they shouldn’t continue that topic.
When Slytherins left the Great Hall, Harry felt relieved that he and Draco were fine and even somewhat officially friends; however he had a feeling this wasn’t the end of that matter. He looked around him and saw his housemates, other students and teachers were staring at him questioningly. For some reason, seeing Dumbledore’s odd, somewhat confused expression, Harry got the feeling he was going to have a lot of explaining to do.
“Mate, what did just happen? Malfoy acted…unMalfoy-like,” said completely dumbstruck Ron, while Hermione just nodded in agreement.
“I suppose Skeeter’s article isn’t very convenient for him either,” was all Harry said. He wanted to tell his friends about Draco, but not right now. By their expressions he concluded they didn’t believe Skeeter at all and he wasn’t in the mood to comment on that. At least not right now. For the time being he had more pressing matters – the final task of the tournament was coming closer and he had to practice spells with Draco; but more importantly, in a few more weeks he was supposed to go to Sirius’ house and spend spring holidays with him.

Dumbledore was pacing in his office, more nervous than ever before. Something bad was going to happen and he knew it; he couldn’t quite explain his suspicions, he just had this bad feeling in his guts and it annoyed him immensely.
The headmaster walked over to his desk and sat in the chair, sighing heavily.
“What is it that I’ve missed?” the man muttered to himself. He went through his masterplan in his head once more, focusing on every detail, but no matter how many times he did that, he couldn’t find the flaw that brought them all to the recent events.
It’s been already three weeks since that bloody article about Harry and Malfoy was published, and Dumbledore honestly didn’t know how he could not notice the change of relations between those two boys. No matter when did that happen, the fact was that the Boy-Who-Lived indeed got closer to Malfoy and it could have bad consequences for the entire plan.
This new discovery wasn’t his only concern. Severus reported about three months ago that his Dark Mark has already reappeared completely, which meant nothing good; and to top it all, none of the chosen boys acted the way he expected them to. The last thing he needed right now was someone to see through his meddling.
The old wizard was aware that others wouldn’t understand it; most witches and wizards wouldn’t be able to see that everything he has ever done was for the greater good. Everything he did since his sister’s death was to make wizarding world better and friendlier for Muggles, Muggleborns and Half-bloods. However people like Voldemort and purebloods were standing in the way to creating a better world.
These musings led him to the conclusion he needed to make his plan work again; work exactly the way he planned it. Keeping all that in mind, Dumbledore needed Harry Potter to play the role expected of him. Harry had to kill Voldemort, and never find out what happened fourteen years ago.
“But first,” muttered the wizard to himself, “I have to know where Sirius is hiding. And I need to keep an eye on him.”

To Harry’s biggest surprise, most students treated him more or less normally after Skeeter’s article. He suspected that most Gryffindors simply didn’t believe the newspapers. After all, it was highly improbable for him and Malfoy to be friends after all those years of rivalry.
Personally, Harry was glad that for some reason, not many people believed the article and he could continue being friends with Draco. It seemed that even Hermione and Ron found the
idea of him being friends with Malfoy too ridiculous to believe. On one hand, he was glad he could continue his meetings with Draco, but he was still worried how his Gryffindor friends would react to the truth about him and the blond really getting close to each other. For the time being he didn’t want to think about it though.
Right now Harry couldn’t wait for the Spring break to come. Not only was he allowed to take the exams lightly, but more importantly, he was supposed to spend entire day with Sirius in his secret house.
Finally the day has come and the students were allowed to visit Hogsmead. That was exactly the excuse Harry planned to use. He didn’t like lying to his friends, but Sirius was adamant about not telling anyone where Harry was going. The teen understood that the man was afraid that someone might accidentally reveal where he was hiding, but Harry was surprised the wizard didn’t seem so strict when it came to Draco.
“Are you sure it’s wise?” he heard a cold but calm voice behind his back. It was Draco, standing there in the doorway.
Harry smiled to himself realising Malfoy came all the way to the Shrieking Shack. It seemed almost as if the blond was worried about him.
“I told you it’s going to be fine,” said the black haired teen taking a gold coin out of his pocket. “Sirius gave me a portkey to go directly to him, so I’ll be safe.”
“Do you really have to go meet with him?” asked Draco, who seemed rather sceptical about the idea.
“I don’t have to, but I want to,” explained Harry. “Why are you so negative about Sirius? So far, he’s the only person, who’s rather happy about us being friends.”
“Pfff,” snorted the blond and propped his clothes. “I don’t know what he’s playing at, but I’m not going to be friendly with him.”
“That’s my point. Why can’t you be nice to him?”
“I was raised being told that you can trust only your family,” started the blond.
“Yes, but wasn’t it you who told me that your mother and Sirius are cousins?” interrupted Harry. At that moment Draco looked like he regretted ever discussing his family relations with Harry. “And besides, I’m telling you he’s a good person.”
“True, but since I was a kid, my parents kept saying he has done something that was like betraying the family…and it had nothing to do with Death Eaters. He simply betrayed the family.”
From all that Harry knew so far about his godfather, the Black family leaned towards Dark Arts, Dark Lord and that caused all the arguments between them and Sirius. But from what Draco told him, the said betrayal didn’t concern Death Eaters.
“Do you know what exactly did he do?” asked Harry.
“No, but it must have been bad since even my mother doesn’t want to talk about it,” Draco walked closer and grabbed the other teen by the shoulders. “If anything out of order happens, let me know,” he said and made a gesture imitating writing, which indicated their enchanted notebooks.
“Seriously, Draco, even I don’t know where this house of Sirius is, so how would you find me?” Harry laughed at how cute the blonde’s concern for him was.
“I’m a Malfoy. I have my ways,” announced proudly Draco. “You’d better get going.”
“Thanks Draco,” the black haired teen smiled and watched his friend stand back. “I’ll let you know I’m back in the castle.”
Harry looked at the watch. It was only few seconds till noon. He grabbed the coin from Sirius and moments later felt the familiar feeling of being pulled by an invisible force. Next moment, the blond and the Shrieking Shack vanished and Harry landed in what looked like a garden of an old house.
“I hate portkeys,” said Harry and put the coin into the pocket.
He looked around and noticed he was indeed in a nice, green garden, full of tall trees. In the centre stood an old, Victorian house. Harry spotted a big city not far from the house and a hill on which he saw a familiar looking castle. He was certain he has seen it in some books before. “Edinburgh?”
“Indeed,” came a cheerful voice behind him. There, before the main entrance stood Sirius; wide smile on his face. “Welcome to Edinburgh.”
“That’s your house?” asked shocked Harry.
“That’s only one of the houses owned by the Blacks family, but this one is top secret,” explained the older wizard while helping the boy clean his clothes after landing on the ground. “No one from outside of the family was ever allowed in here.”
“So why did you bring me here? I’m not a Black,” commented Harry and stopped before entering the house.
“You’re different,” Sirius looked the boy in the eyes, forcing himself not to reveal the truth just yet. “You are my family.”
Harry was glad the man treated him like a father would. He was the closest person he had to a family, except for the Dursleys. He still wasn’t sure he should be there, but if Sirius said it was fine, then he wasn’t going to complain.
As the time was passing, Harry had to admit he didn’t regret coming here at all. Even though it was only him and Sirius in this big house, but it felt like spending time with relatives; or at least that’s how he always imagined spending time with family looked like.
First, Sirius gave him a tour around the house. Harry quickly noticed it was far from what the Weasleys’ house looked like, but he liked it a lot. He was even more excited when Sirius offered him they could live there together when he was finally declared innocent. Later, the wizard showed him some family heirlooms and told him stories about the Blacks. All in all, it seemed like Sirius didn’t have only bad memories from childhood. On the contrary, Harry had the feeling the man actually was happy when talking about his family. Realising this, the teen decided he wasn’t going to ask the wizard about the ‘family betrayal’. He was still curious about it, but he didn’t want to ruin the day.
The rest of the afternoon was going very well. So well, Harry lost track of time. It was Sirius who finally noticed it was already half past five and the teen should be going back to Hogwarts in half an hour.
“You know what, Sirius? I could stay with you here. I feel at home here. More than I feel at the Dursleys,” confessed the boy with a weak smile.
“I know. I would prefer to keep you here longer too, but as long as the Ministry thinks I’m a criminal, I can’t let you stay here this long,” Sirius meant every word he said. Entire afternoon he was trying to find a good time to at least hint the boy about the truth or tell him some pieces of the past events, but he just didn’t know how to tell the teen, he was his parent. Now he didn’t have any time left to reveal the truth, because Harry was supposed to go back to Hogwarts at six. Sirius didn’t want his boy to leave already, but he knew he had to let him go; otherwise, Dumbledore was going to get suspicious and that was the last thing they needed. Black wanted his revenge on the Headmaster, but he also knew that this time he had to be patient to get what he wanted and to keep Harry safe. “We still have time to get you something to eat before you go. I just have to look for Hissy.”
Harry followed the man into the hall and watched him go downstairs to the kitchen, muttering something about the annoying house elves serving the Blacks. The teen couldn’t stop the smile growing on his face seeing how his tough godfather couldn’t handle a house elf. Sirius told him that the last house elf serving in this particular house had died before the last war and Hissy was actually a new elf that served here only since February. The older wizard told him the little creature was doing its job well so far, but also got quite an attitude.
Sirius must have had problems finding Hissy, because he didn’t come back after five minutes. Harry sighed heavily when he thought about leaving this house in less than half an hour and in a few weeks, going back to the Dursleys. When Sirius didn’t show up after another few minutes, the teen decided he wanted to see once more the room his godfather allowed him to choose as his future bedroom. He went upstairs and was about to take another flight of stairs to the second floor, but something odd caught his attention.
Earlier when he was going around the house with Sirius, he was informed that on the first floor, just on the right side of the stairs there was a room that was always closed. The older wizard didn’t want to elaborate on the reason for that, but all Harry knew was that no one was allowed to go in there. However, right now, the door to that room was open and the teen could hear someone inside.
Harry took out his wand. He didn’t care if he was allowed to use magic outside of school. Right now there was some intruder in Sirius’ house and he needed to fight. Quietly he got closer to the door and took a peek inside, but he couldn’t see anyone. He opened the door wider and saw a spacious room with a big window opposite the door. On the left side of the room stood a mahogany baby crib, with detailed silver ornaments and a rich red panel on the wall behind it. Next to the crib stood a small, weak looking house elf, dressed in a piece of red curtain.
The creature, however, wasn’t what caught Harry’s attention. There, on the other wall were hanging photographs; all of them magical and moving. He couldn’t recognize most of the photos, because they pictured a laughing toddler, whom Harry never met before. He was under the impression it was little baby Sirius, because the resemblance was quite obvious. That wouldn’t surprise Harry at all, because this was after all the Black family house, so it was natural that Sirius’ photos were there. However, that didn’t explain why next to those photographs hung photos of Harry; photos taken from Daily Prophet and put into frames. The teen spotted even the photograph of him and Draco from the article that caused such uproar.
“Who’s interrupting Hissy?” hissed a voice in the room. Harry saw the house elf finally noticed his presence and was now throwing daggers, with his narrowed eyes, in the boy’s direction. Now he understood why Sirius was a bit annoyed by the elf’s attitude.
Just when Harry was about to say something to calm the elf, Hissy glanced over to the wall with pictures and then back at the boy before him. The elf’s eyes grew bigger and he bowed to Harry so low that his nose was rubbing the carpet on the floor.
“Hissy sorry!” squeaked, almost shrieked the elf. “Hissy didn’t recognize!”
“Harry?” they’ve heard Sirius’ voice coming from downstairs. “Harry, are you upstairs?”
The teen was about to answer, but was distracted by Hissy’s words.
“Welcome back, young master. Hissy didn’t know he was going to meet young master today,” continued excited elf.
“You must be mistaken, Hissy. I was never here before and it’s Sirius who’s your master,” explained Harry. He was somewhat flattered to be called ‘young master’, but obviously the house elf must have gotten confused.
“No, no! Hissy was cleaning young master’s old room,” the elf kept talking, but froze when he saw Sirius standing in the doorway with terrified expression.
Harry turned to face the man and asked confused, “What is he saying? Tell him to stop calling me that way. Explain to him who I am,” the boy was even more surprised to see Sirius speechless. He saw a mix of fear and anger on the man’s face. When the other wizard didn’t react Harry tried to help him with asking questions. “Why are there my photos in this…nursery, in your old nursery? What’s going on here?”
Sirius took a deep breath and said, “this isn’t my nursery. The baby on the photographs over there…is my son.”
“I didn’t know you have,” Harry paused when he saw the sad look on the man’s face. “That you had a son. Did you tell Hissy to treat me like he would your son? You’re my godfather, the most precious person to me right now; my only family. I can imagine how much it hurts to lose someone important during war, but I won’t replace your son. You have to explain that to Hissy.”
“No.” was the short answer coming from Black. “I wanted to tell you this today, but didn’t know how. You see, my son was born during last war, shortly before James and Lily went into hiding. They made me godfather of their son and I was grateful for that, but in the same time I didn’t tell anyone about my child.”
“Why?” asked Harry.
“Because it was dangerous. Situation was complicated,” Sirius saw the look on Harry’s face and knew it meant the boy wanted more explanation. “My lover was…on the dark side…but loved our son very much. However at some point I got this ridiculous idea that my child is not safe with my family and I asked James to take care of my son and hide him with his own family. But then…the attack in Godric’s Hollow…”
“…I didn’t know…no one told me there was another baby in our house that night,” the teen was shocked to hear Sirius’ news. He didn’t know what to think about his godfather being in a relationship with someone who supported Voldemort, but right now he felt sorry for the man who lost his friends and son. “I didn’t know Voldemort killed your baby that day.”
“That’s the point,” Black took a deep breath to calm himself and decided this was the moment when he should tell the boy the truth. “I thought he died that day, but he didn’t. There was only one child in the house with James and Lily, and only one child survived.”
Harry nervously looked from Sirius to Hissy and from Hissy to the wall with pictures. He was getting an odd and disturbing feeling. He was afraid of what he was about to hear, “What do you mean?”
“I thought my son died, but just recently I discovered my godson was very sickly and he passed away few months after he was born.”
“No,” the boy made a few steps backwards. His feet were moving on their own, as if they wanted to get him away from this house and Sirius. “I’m your godson and I’m alive.”
“I know this is shocking. I was surprised myself, but it’s true,” the man tried to get closer, but the teen moved away from him. “Please, you have to believe me. I can tell you what exactly happened, every detail, but you have to give me a chance.”
“No! You’re lying! There was no other baby and I’m your godson. Only godson!”
“Give me chance to explain. I am your father,” begged Sirius, but Harry pushed him away and ran away.
The teen ran down the stairs and out of the house. He stopped in front of the building, breathing heavily from running and shock after what he just heard. The wizard wasn’t following him and he was grateful for that. Confused and not eager to continue his conversation with Sirius, Harry checked his watch and immediately took out the portkey from him pocket. He wanted to get back to Hogwarts; he needed time to think about everything, after all, the revelations from Sirius were just impossible.
All of a sudden, the teen heard a cracking sound and only meter from him apparated a person dressed in a black cloak. The mysterious person had its face covered, so Harry couldn’t recognize it. For some reason, the boy was reminded about Death Eaters and when the person in the cloak ran towards Sirius’ house, he couldn’t help but feel the strong need to run back inside to protect Black. He was about to do that, when the portkey activated and with a strong pull, took him back to the Shrieking Shack.

When Regulus apparated in Edinburgh, the last person he expected to see there was Harry Potter, or rather his nephew. He knew Sirius was supposed to spend the day with the boy, but Harry needed to go back to school before anyone noticed he was missing. Thankfully, when he appeared in the garden he was covered with his cloak, and the teen most likely didn’t see his face. What worried him more than that was the odd feeling he was getting – Harry seemed to be running away, the door to the house was open and there was no sign of Sirius.
Worried something bad happened, Regulus rushed inside and searched for his brother. He called him, but no one answered him. Finally, he ran upstairs and found his brother completely depressed in the nursery and Hissy kneeling by his side apologizing for something.
“Hissy, what happened?” he asked the elf, when it was made clear that Sirius was in no state to talk.
The elf told the younger Black everything that happened that day. Regulus calmed down Hissy, telling him it wasn’t his fault. Having that out of the way, he had more important matters to focus on – he had to take care of his brother. Good thing was that their plan wasn’t necessarily ruined after that afternoon. However, there was still some risk if they remained in this house.
“Sirius, we need to go,” he started. “Hissy will take care of the house, but we need to move somewhere else. Just in case Dumbledore finds out about this place.”
“Regulus, I’ve messed up again. I’ll never get my family back,” muttered Sirius when he finally got a hold of himself. “Now, even my son will hate me.”
“No, he won’t. He’s a smart boy and a Black. He’ll come around.”
“Where are we going?” asked the older wizard when he realised they were going outside and his brother offered him an arm to side apparate.
“Somewhere safe,” Regulus smiled and they apparated.
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Meddling with Darkness