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Harry Potter and The Equitum Solis Surgentes	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 3052 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Seven: The Truth And Lies

Harry lay on the ground, gazing up at the stars. The grass was cool beneath him and the sky was bright and clear, the stars were reflected in his green eyes, deep pools of glittering dots of light in an emerald sky. The night was balmy, the summer still clinging on, only begrudgingly allowing Autumn to encroach. Harry's eyes landed upon a tiny red star, it flickered rapidly, as if it was angry about something. The star was Sirius, the Dog Star.

Draco watched from the shadows, Harry's face was bathed in moonlight as he lay there, hands behind his head and his eyes on the stars. He seemed relaxed but Draco knew this was a false impression, there was tension in his shoulders, and he kept sighing. There was a gentle breeze that cooled the potentially stifling night air, allowing the fragrance of grass and flowers to drift through the air.

"Are you going to stand there watching me, or did you come to talk?" Harry said suddenly, startling Draco out of his trance.

He recovered quickly and straightened out his robes before walking to Harry's side and sitting on the grass. Harry sat up so they were both gazing out over the rolling hills. There was a silence for a while, and Draco found himself reluctant to break it, it was comfortable to simply sit there and watch the night devour the hills. But he was there for a reason. "You didn't return to the mansion." He said softly.

"No. I wanted to be alone...for a while." Harry replied, running fingers through his hair and drawing a knee to his chest.

"It is...nice here, isn't it?" Draco found himself saying. "When I was younger I would escape the mansion and come here for some peace. I find it a nice spot to simply sit and think..."

Harry smiled, he could hardly imagine the Malfoy he knew at school sitting and thinking on a hill. "I never took you to be a deep thinker."

"I am. I was...engaged from a rather young age to Astoria..." he said suddenly, making Harry look at him in shock. "Don't look like that, many of the old family's do it. It ensures that the blood line stays pure." He shrugged. "It was my duty to marry her and produce an heir."

"So...are you saying you don't love her?" Harry's eyes widened.

"I do. I love her...but not as I should." He looked down at his hands as he began absently ripping up the grass. "She's like my best friend. But...I'd never say this in front of Scorpius, he doesn't need to know."

"Wow...purebloods have weird customs." Harry replied.

"I suppose we do."

They fell silent again. Harry leaned back on his hands and returned his eyes to the sky. "It's amazing...you can see everything from here. In London, the stars are almost invisible...too many lights."

"Hmm." Draco hummed. He imitated Harry by leaning back on his hands and tipping his head back, the sky was truly spectacular. It made him feel so small and insignificant it was almost scary. The wind picked up, ruffling his blond hair and bringing with it the scent of coming Autumn. He closed his eyes, remembering coming here as a child, running through the fields and laughing as his father chased him through the meadow and his mother watched, laughing from near the picnic basket. Such a perfect image of family life, suddenly it struck him that Harry had probably never known it. His parents had been murdered before he was even old enough to walk. "Harry..." He began on impulse. The man looked at him. "Did you ever go on picnics with your aunt and uncle?"

Harry suddenly burst into laughter, he fell backwards. "No!" he gasped after a minute or two. "My aunt and uncle hated me, they despised the very sight of me...because of what I can do. I scared them, I think. What an odd question."

Draco's eyes widened. "They...hated you? But...why? Why would they be scared of you? You're their family!"

Harry looked at him in an almost pitying way. "They were muggles, as you know. They fear magic, they're so scared of it that, even though they took me in, they treated me like a waste of oxygen." His smile faltered slightly and he closed his eyes. "I had to sleep in a cupboard under the stairs until I turned eleven."

"What? How could they..."

"Like I said, I scared them." He shrugged. "It's not like they could help it, they just didn't understand. Plus, I got out of it eventually."

"But...that's terrible! How could anyone ever treat a family member..." He trailed off, suddenly realising that his family had treated squibs and people who had married Muggles and muggle-borns the exact same way.

"Like I said, it doesn't matter. My cousin and I are on relatively good terms now, after I saved him from Dementors. We visit occasionally and send Christmas cards to each other so it's not so bad."

Draco was amazed at how relaxed Harry was about the whole thing, being locked up in a cupboard for many years and being raised by people who hated him...how was he not angry? How could anyone come out of something like that with forgiveness in their hearts? "You are a very strange person."

Harry chuckled. "I am, why?"

"Well, if that was any other wizard, I'm sure they would end up with a lifelong grudge against Muggles. If it was me...I know I would never forgive them."

Harry smiled. "Oh, I wouldn't say I've forgiven them...I just...don't care." He shrugged. "My Aunt and Uncle no longer matter to me, not now. I've moved on and I'm perfectly happy to leave them to their own lives." He looked at Draco for a long moment, green eyes glittering like the stars. The silence was almost oppressive, heavy as if there was a storm coming. Harry couldn't understand what made it so easy to talk to Draco, he couldn't even guess at why he was suddenly deciding to confide things to the blond that he had never even told Hermione or Ron about. He was sat very close to his new friend, their fingers nearly touching where they were pressed into the soft grass.

Draco gazed at Harry, becoming ever more curious. He was an odd person, someone who had been through so much sadness, so much pain and yet come away with a pure heart. But then...there was also a darkness to Harry, something unidentifiable, his green eyes hid the horrors he had suffered and he rarely let others see his darkness. There was dew in his hair and his glasses were slightly bent, Draco found himself leaning closer, as if to try and see his reflection in those emerald pools. Harry seemed frozen to the spot, his lips parted slightly as his eyes began registering Draco's strange movement.

Harry couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot as Draco leaned closer, his chest was tight, his heart beat speeded up slightly. Those grey eyes shone with intensity, Draco's lips were mere inches from his own...

"Harry!"

The two men suddenly jumped violently, Harry was on his feet in seconds, brushing himself down to avoid looking at Draco who cleared his throat noisily. Both of them finally raised their eyes to see a pair of people walking towards them. "Harry! Where have you been, mate? We've been looking everywhere..." Ron trailed off, his eyes narrowing slightly as he saw who Harry's companion was. "Oh...Hello, Malfoy." He said stiffly.

"Weasley." Draco replied with a small sneer. He had no idea what had been about to happen between himself and Harry, and he had no wish to further explore the odd rush of irritation that filled him, he simply put it down to seeing the red haired Weasley again.

"Ron, Hermione...what are you doing here?" Harry asked, breaking the uncomfortable tension.

"We have been looking everywhere for you!" Hermione said, her eyes flicked from Draco to Harry and back again, she seemed to sense something, but she continued. "There's something you need to know..."

"I managed to find you with the Deluminator..." Ron said, removing a small silver object from his pocket. "You've been out of contact for weeks now...we've been worried."

"I'm fine." Harry said with a small smile.

"Let's continue this discussion in the Manor, it's not far." Draco said and strode past the three friends, he was having difficulty meeting Harry's gaze. He felt like a school boy who had been caught red handed doing something naughty...but they hadn't been...they'd just been talking.

Harry watched Draco stride off, his robes flaring out behind him in imitation of Snape. He shook his head slowly, ignoring the faint thrum of electricity as he thought about how close he had come to Malfoy. "Come on, let's go..." He said and began walking back towards Malfoy Manor.

Once everyone was ensconced in the Malfoy's drawing room, Hermione began. She withdrew several copies of the Daily Prophet and put them on the table that sat between them all. Harry gazed down at the top one, seeing his own face gazing back at him. He picked it up. He was a little worried about what it would say, seeing as Hermione looked a little afraid and Ron looked angry. He glanced at Draco who shrugged, neither of them had been paying much attention to the news, they were too involved in hunting down the Order of the Rising Sun. He looked down and began reading the article aloud.

Breaking News: Harry Potter, Involved with the murder of his wife?

The Prophet has come into some new and disturbing information regarding the murder of one Mrs. Ginerva Molly Potter, wife to Harry Potter. The public were told that Ginerva Potter was involved in a terrible attempt by former Death Eaters to try and ruin Harry potter, her death was a tragic loss to many, she was a much loved and well respected Quidditch player before retiring to become a writer for the Daily Prophet after having a family. The circumstances of her Murder have been in question since new evidence has come to light about Harry's involvement in the incident. He was seen at the crime scene not moments before residents of Godrics Hollow heard screams and saw flashes of green light, eye-witness accounts place him at the very house in which his mother and father were murdered by He Who Must Not be Named. His appearance was explained away by the Minister himself at a press conference the very next day, Kingsley Shakelbolt told the Wizarding community that Harry Potter was merely there to try and save the lives of his children and wife, however, they neglected to mention that several rather dangerous artefacts were recovered from the scene. One of which was an urn, destroyed in the resulting fight, but the contents remained intact. The urn contained the very ashes of He Who Must Not be Named. His body was cremated on the night of his defeat. Now, who else, but the Boy who lived would know where the ashes were buried? The Prophet discovered that Harry has been closely involved with the known Death Eater Draco Malfoy, they have been seen on many occasions in each other's company. The ministry insists that their relationship is an entirely professional one, however, we are unsure.

All evidence suggests that Harry Potter's motives may not be quite as clean as the Ministry believe, we have come to realise that maybe he is involved in something dangerous and potentially damning to the Ministry and the whole Wizarding community.

Harry sighed and folded the paper. "What is this? They're always trying to dig up dirt on me...it's no different than usual." He said.

"Read the others..." Hermione muttered, her eyes full of fear.

Harry picked up another paper, flipping through it until he found another article.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy seen in the abandoned village of Imber near Salisbury, Wiltshire.

Beneath the title was a picture, showing Harry and Draco in the little Chruch yard, Harry was laughing, wand in hand, as Draco smiled. His gaze flicked to Ron and Hermione before he continued reading...

Yesterday our reporters managed to find proof that Harry James Potter, Head Auror and close friend of the minister for magic, has been taking part in disturbing displays of what can only be Dark Magic. He was spotted by an amature photographer, Benedict O'Ryan on the fifteenth of September. Mr. O'Ryan followed the pair as he spotted them leaving the Malfoy Manor in the early evening, he followed them all the way to an old abandoned Muggle village on Salisbury Plain where he witnessed them duelling using spells forbidden by the Ministry.

The rest of the photographs clearly showed Harry and Draco practising their spells. His eyes widened as he realised how relaxed they had been, how certain that no one would ever see them...he felt sick. He dreaded picking up the next paper, his eyes scanned the headline and he dropped it. "Oh shit..." He muttered. He couldn't even bare to meet his friends eyes.

Draco leaned over and read the headline of the paper Harry had dropped.

ATTEMPT UPON THE LIFE OF THE MINISTER FOR MAGIC! HARRY POTTER SUSPECTED TO BE INVOLVED!

"They cannot make accusations like that!" Draco said furiously.

"They're not random accusations..." Hermione said slowly. "Harry...they found proof it was you."

"Proof?" Harry gazed at Ron and Hermione, it was slowly dawning on him how much his lack of contact with the outside world was affecting his position. "Come on, you know I'm innocent! How could I have tried to murder the Minister from here?"

Hermione glanced at Ron who looked away, avoiding Harry's gaze. "There was a man...a spy...in our department, like you thought. He...he confessed...to putting the poison in the Ministers tea and he also said he did it on your orders. Harry, they have a letter, from you to this man with your signature...I've seen it...It's your handwriting!"

Harry's mouth fell open slightly. "Y-You seriously think that I...I would poison a freind?" He whispered.

"We don't know what to think, Harry." Hermione whispered. "You're...not denying it." She looked hurt and confused. "You've been practicing Dark Magic...?"

Harry covered his face in his hands for a moment, trying to contain the torrent of emotion that was whirling through him. He couldn't lie to his friends. "I'm sorry." He whispered.

"S-So...It's true?" Ron gasped. "Seriously?"

Harry looked up as Ron stood, he grabbed Harry's robes and dragged him to his feet, staring furiously into his eyes. "Ron..." Harry began, trying to explain, but pain erupted in his face and he was dropped. He hit the floor feeling dizzy and tasting blood.

"Ron!" Hermione gasped. "Stop it! That's enough! Please...!"

Harry gasped and rolled over, he wiped his mouth on his sleeve wincing, he had bitten his lip when Ron's fist had collided with his face. He heard Hermione trying to hold Ron back and he turned. Ron made to move forward again but someone stepped between them. "Hit him again, Weasley, and I will make you regret it." Draco said coolly.

"Ron! Please...calm down!" Hermione sounded close to tears as Harry stood up.

"No...it's fine Draco." Harry said. "I deserve it."

"No, you don't." Draco said, he turned, replacing his wand back into his robes before moving and grabbing Harry's face, he peered at his split lip before shaking his head and moving back. "You'll live." He said.

"How could you?" Ron said suddenly, seemingly unable to hold in his fury. "You...I trusted you! I thought you'd never stoop so low! What happened to the Harry Potter I knew?"

Harry looked down at the blood staining his robes before speaking. "He died. He died with your sister." He whispered.

Ron froze at that. His eyes were wide and he was breathing heavily, the two best friends gazed at each other for a long time in silence. Hermione was crying silently, her hand still gripping her husband's robes while she gazed at Harry. "Oh Harry..." She whispered. "I-I'm so sorry..."

"I am learning the Dark Arts..." Harry began slowly. "To be able to kill those bastards! I need to be able to fight them their way...You have to understand, I don't want to take over the ministry! I don't want power! I just...I just want revenge! No matter what the cost!" His eyes flashed dangerously and Hermione stepped back slightly, her eyes widening. "I won't be beaten! I'll make sure I kill every single one of them, they destroyed my family, may happiness! I'll destroy theirs."

"H-harry..." Hermione whispered, more tears staining her cheeks. She hated the way his eyes were so dark, he looked terrifying, stood tall with his hands in fists at his sides...he looked like a different person. She wasn't even sure if she knew him anymore.

"This is ridiculous!" Ron exclaimed suddenly. "I thought you agreed to let us help you? You said we could..."

"No." Harry snapped. "I don't want you two staining your souls as well! My soul is already damaged enough, I've already killed people...you two...you're still clean. Please, keep it that way!"

Ron seemed to struggle with something before suddenly collapsing back into his seat and bowing his head. "Mate, you're nuts." He whispered. "All you had to do was explain...but I guess...we're following different paths now..."

Harry closed his eyes. "You're both still my best friends, that will never change...but...I have to walk this path alone. It's my choice...I decided this a long time ago. I'm...sorry."

"Harry...they're after you." Hermione whispered suddenly. "The Ministry...Kingsley's in hospital, still in a coma, they're coming for you...we...we were supposed t-to bring you in..."

Harry gazed at them both. "And? What will you do?" he asked slowly.

Hermione closed her eyes, as if fighting with herself. "Go." She whispered. "Run...get as far away from here as possible, fade away and never come back." Her voice was tight and she gripped Ron's shoulder tightly.

"Yeah. Get out of here, they know where you are, the only thing stopping them from storming the place was the fact that we agreed to try and negotiate..." Ron said, looking up through his red hair.

Harry gazed at his friends, feeling a surge of affection for them both before allowing himself a smile. "You two are idiots, you know that?"

Ron laughed roughly. "Yeah, must have been hanging around with you for too long."

"There's an escape rout in the cellar." Draco said softly. "We can use that..."

Hermione nodded. "Don't tell us where you're going in case we're interrogated. Harry..." She suddenly ran at him and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Be careful...and...come back...w-we'll p-prove y-your innocence..."

Harry embraced her back. "Thanks, both of you." After a moment he released her and stepped back, he raised his wand. "You understand, right?" He asked and Hermione nodded, raising her own wand.

Ron stood and did the same. "Guess this is it then..." He whispered and fired a jinx over Harry's head, a painting exploded.

"It's a good thing my parents are out." Draco replied mildly. "These are worth more money than your house, Weasley."

"Shut up, Malfoy!" Ron shouted and his curse very nearly hit the blond who managed to duck just in time.

Harry flicked his wand, Hermione gasped and crumpled, he managed to catch her and lay her gently on the floor before turning to Ron. "Sorry..." He muttered, Ron shrugged and closed his eyes. Red light shot from the end of Harry's wand and Ron collapsed.

Draco saw Harry gazing down at his unconscious friends, he could hear feet outside and he grabbed Harry's hand, dragging him out of the room and into the hall. He skidded around a corner just as someone began hammering on the front doors.

"Open up! In the name of the Ministry! We have orders from the Senior Under-Secretary to the Minister for Magic! Open up!"

Harry heard the hammerings as he was dragged through the house, they nearly fell down some stairs. Draco pulled him roughly into the cellar, pushing him into the wall and clamping his hand over Harry's mouth. Harry's chest heaved against Draco's as they listened intently. There was a crash that made the walls shudder, Harry turned wide green eyes to Draco who was looking upwards, seemingly unaware of how he was holding Harry and how his fingers had slipped slightly from over Harry's mouth. They were tense, listening with all their might for any indication of what was happening.

Draco could feel Harry's heart hammering against his own, their chests seemed to move in time with each other. Slowly he moved his eyes to Harry's and saw them glittering with a strange light, his hand slipped from Harry's lips to brush hair from his eyes. His glasses were tilted awkwardly and the tension in the cellar was oppressive. The blond swallowed the odd lump in his dry throat before pressing one hand flat against the wall at Harry's back, Harry opened his mouth to speak but before he could there was a loud bang and shouting.

"Shit! They escaped!"

"Where did they go?"

"Have you checked the whole house?"

"Yes sir..."

"Isn't there a cellar?"

"Well, bloody get on it, you idiot!"

"Yes sir."

The sound of footsteps came rushing to their ears and Draco suddenly pulled away, grabbing Harry's hand again and pulling him towards the back of the room. "But Draco..." Harry muttered. "There's no escape..."

"There is...if you know what you're looking for." Draco replied, releasing Harry to run his fingers over the stone wall, he was muttering distractedly to himself while Harry stood at his back, wand pointing towards the stairs.

"Hurry up!" Harry hissed over his shoulder as the sound of footsteps grew louder.

"I am!" Draco replied and suddenly he found what he was looking for, a very faint line was drawn in the rough stone. He removed a small pocket knife from his pocket and ran the blade across his palm. He smeared his blood across the blank stone and watched it glow. When the glow faded the stone disappeared revealing a dark set of stairs leading down. Draco grabbed Harry and dragged him down the steps, the wall re-materialised behind them.
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