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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.

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A/N: And here it is! Chapter 7 :) For those who can't wait for some Harry/Draco moments or Harry meeting his parents - please bare with me a little longer...I promise it won't take longer than till Chapter 9 ^^ And thank you for nice reviews:) Thos eare always very...motivating :) Oh, and please forgive me any grammar or spelling mistakes since I'm usually writing thisin the middle of the night ^^'

Chapter 7
When the last two or so months of school started, Hermione noticed something odd was going on with Harry again. From the very first day after the spring break, the teen started acting unusual. By now, everyone got used to the fact, that Harry became very diligent when it came to school and homework; they even got over that ridiculous article about Harry being friends with Malfoy; however, right now, Hermione noticed that he was drawing back from other people again.
“Have you noticed that too?” she asked Ron one morning at breakfast.
“Noticed what?” asked surprised Ron, who didn’t pay much attention to what the girl was saying.
“Why can’t you ever listen? Aren’t you worried about your friend at all?” she reprimanded the boy, who looked even more confused. “This tournament is not doing him any good. Again he’s keeping only to himself, spacing out and he has this unusual terrified look in his eyes, something he never had before.”
“Mione, sure he’s worried about the last task, but who wouldn’t, especially after the first two. You’re exaggerating.”
When Ron finished talking, Harry showed up out of the blue and sat next to the redhead. Just like Hermione described earlier, he was spacing out, as if his body was sitting there with them, but mentally he was somewhere completely different.
“Harry? Are you alright?” she asked worried about him, but as expected, he didn’t react. She tugged him by the sleeve of his school robes to get his attention. “I was asking if you feel ok?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t I,” he answered automatically, but didn’t sound very convincing.
“Does your behaviour have something to do with Padfoot?” she tried asking again and this time Ron was listening too.
“Why do you think so? Everything is fine,” Harry felt even worse at that moment. Mentioning Sirius brought back everything that happened three days ago. Things got so complicated and it would ease his mind if he only could talk with his friends about it, but that was exactly the problem. He couldn’t tell Hermione or Ron anything, because they didn’t even know he went to meet with Black.
“I don’t know. He’s the closest person to a family you have so I thought that maybe you’re worried about him,” the girl explained.
“No, it’s fine. I just don’t know where he is right now. He didn’t answer my last letter,” told them Harry.
“Don’t worry, mate,” Ron joined the conversation. “You know it’s probably hard for him to answer your letters immediately, because of his situation.”
“I guess,” was the only thing Harry forced himself to say.
The truth was he was dead worried about Sirius. He was still confused about what the man told him, but he was still his godfather and he didn’t want him to get hurt. Since he left Edinburgh Harry kept replaying in his head the moment when a cloaked person, looking very much like a Death Eater ran into the house. The fact that he couldn’t go back with the portkey or the lack of response from Sirius didn’t help either. Harry was literally forcing himself not to go running to the Headmaster for help in finding the wizard and making sure he was alright.

Draco couldn’t help but worry about Harry. Not only the teen forgot to inform him when he got back from his meeting with Black, but also for the last three days, he’s been acting strange. The blond could see his worried and scared facial expression even from across the Great Hall. He observed his friend during every class they shared and he was getting worried even more. The black haired teen didn’t focus on any subject and it looked like even Weasley and Granger couldn’t do anything to help it.
Malfoy tried writing messages to Harry through their enchanted notebooks, but the other boy ignored every single one of them. Draco decided he’d give Harry time till the end of the week; if he didn’t meet with him to talk until then, the blond decided to take some action. However, that same day the blond was forced to intervene during Potions class.
That day professor Snape seemed somewhat distracted himself, but every Slytherin knew that also meant he was easily irritated by simplest things. The potions master was walking around the chamber and then vanishing in the storage room, looking for some ingredients. He gave them a fairly easy potion to brew, but he’d also expect only outstanding performance from them.
Draco finished his potion as the first person in the class, but he waited patiently till professor started checking their cauldrons at the end of the lesson. The blond took that time to discreetly observe Harry. As he expected, nothing has changed since the boy’s meeting with Sirius – he was still distracted and worry in his eyes was clearly visible. Draco noted that for the first time in four years he just saw Weasley paying more attention to the brewing than Harry.
Only moments later, the black haired teen moved his hands closer to the cauldron to heat the potion even more and Draco nearly moved from his place to stop his friend, but it was too late. Harry and Ron managed to hide by Hermione’s table when their potion started boiling dangerously just to blow up the next moment, spilling an awful, greasy liquid on the floor.
The explosion in the class alarmed professor Snape and Draco knew it meant nothing good, especially for Harry, who caused the damage. Fortunately, he was quick enough to draw potions master’s attention the moment he stepped out of the storage room. The blond was going out of his way to keep the teacher occupied with his potion for the remaining minutes of the lesson, rather than focusing on Gryffindors. Thankfully, due to his perfect ability to boast about his own achievements Draco was able to keep Snape away from Harry for the rest of the class. However, when everyone collected their belongings and headed to the door they heard an ice cold voice.
“I believe there are cauldrons in need of scrubbing, Mr Potter,” announced Snape and glared at Harry.
“Good luck, mate,” said Ron and with an apologetic look left the classroom with Hermione and rest of the Gryffindors.
Harry spent the next two hours in silence, scrubbing cauldrons. To his biggest surprise the task didn’t take too long, but maybe that’s because he was still worried about Sirius and he put all his energy and anger into cleaning. Good thing was that Snape didn’t seem to be interested in making his punishment even more miserable and Harry started to wonder if this could be because of Skeeter’s article about him and Draco; after all, potions master’s treatment of Harry did change slightly around that time.
“Enough,” commanded the teacher and continued with a bit strained voice. “Now leave, Mr Potter.”
Not being in the mood to think more about Snape’s behaviour, Harry grabbed his bag and left the classroom. He walked down the dungeons, heading to the staircase that would lead him to Gryffindor Tower, but when he passed one of the empty classrooms the door to it opened and he saw Draco.
The blond gestured for him to come in quickly and Harry already knew what they were going to talk about. Since he came back from Sirius’ house he hasn’t spoken with Draco; not even once, even though he promised to keep him informed.
“What’s going on Harry?” demanded Malfoy when they were in the room alone and the door was warded so that no one could hear their conversation. “What happened when you met with Black?”
For a moment Harry stood silent, not even making eye contact with his friend. He was debating with himself if he should or shouldn’t tell him what happened. After all, he kept it secret from Ron and Hermione, even from Dumbledore. On the other hand, Draco was the only other person who knew about his every meeting with Sirius.
A hand gently placed on his shoulder brought him out of his thoughts. Harry looked up to see the icy grey eyes of Draco, but he also saw deep worry in them. “Please tell me. You know I’ll do anything I can to help you.”
“There’s nothing you can do Draco,” Harry sighed heavily and sat on the floor, leaning his back on the wall. “I’m afraid he might be…he might have gotten caught or even worse.”
“What are your talking about? That house he was hiding in is one of the safest places possible from what I’ve heard,” the blond tried to reason.
Harry told his friend everything that happened after he got out of Sirius’ house. He told him about the two letters he sent to the wizard and about the lack of response from the man. Draco tried explaining to him that it must have been someone Black knew, because no one can get through those wards without permission or blood relation to the family, but Potter was too worried about Sirius to listen to his reasoning.
“Even if that was indeed someone uninvited, Black is more than capable of defending himself. You told me that yourself. Why are you so worried about it? It’s not your fault, Harry.”
“Because I ran away from there!” the teen finally burst out the reason of his feeling of guilt. “If I haven’t left, I could have helped him.”
“I don’t know what happened that you ran away, but you can’t play the saviour role every time. I’m sure he’s fine and will contact you as soon as he finds a safe place,” said the blond and gave his friend a reassuring smile. Harry knew it was a rare thing to see Draco show this much emotion and he was grateful for it. “You seriously have to get rid of your hero complex, Potter.”
“You don’t understand Draco,” Harry fought back a laugh hearing his friend calling him ‘Potter’. He knew now was the time to tell the blond everything that happened that day with Sirius. “I want him to be safe, but I don’t know if I want to keep contact with him. Not after what he told me…it’s just so confusing and ridiculous…it’s insane.”
“What is? Harry, talk to me,” the blond was really getting worried about his Harry. It seemed too much was on the teen’s shoulders this year and Draco would do anything to help him, but he needed to know the entire situation to find a solution.
“He said I’m not Harry Potter,” the black haired boy gave his friend time for the information to sink in. “He claimed I’m not a Potter at all. That James and Lily Potter were not my parents.”
Malfoy didn’t know what Black was playing at, saying something like that to Harry, but he tried to look for any logical explanation. “Did he tell you who you are, then?”
“…His son,” the teen answered quietly and rubbed his face in his hands. “He said I was in danger and he gave me to the Potters to keep me safe, but then the real Harry Potter died and they pretended I’m their son.” He stopped for a moment to look at Draco, who was wearing his Malfoy mask of indifference, but he could see through it and it was obvious the blond was as shocked as he was. “Draco look at me. How could I be Sirius’ son if I look nothing like him? Instead, I’m a spitting image of James Potter.”
“To be honest, I don’t know if you should consider him mental or actually believe him,” the blond sat next to him on the floor. “But truth be told, there are some family secrets about him that no one really wants to discuss. All I can do right now is to find out something about the past from my mother, at least we’ll know if he really had a son or not.”
“Thanks Draco,” Harry felt a bit calmer after talking with the blond; he smiled grateful and that smile nearly melted Malfoy’s heart.
By now, Draco got used to the thought that he had a crush on Harry Potter. He was aware that probably he’ll never be able to confess that to the other teen, but he was going to handle that, as long as he could stay by his side and help him.
“But you have to promise me you will always come to me whenever something is bothering you…and right now, you’re going to patiently wait for Sirius’ reply and in the meantime practice for the last task of the tournament.”

Regulus paced through Sirius’ bedroom. His gaze wandered from the letters lying on the bedside table to the figure of his brother sleeping in the bed. It’s been three days since they left the Edinburgh house and moved to the castle Voldemort and his followers used during last war as their hideout. Regulus placed his brother in the private part of the castle. Only he and Voldemort had access to these chambers, which made it a safe place for the Blacks to hide.
Normally, Regulus would allow his brother to take his time to get over everything that happened, but the situation was starting to get stressful again and he needed Sirius’ help. He uncorked a bottle of potion and leaned over the bed to pour the liquid into the other wizard’s mouth. Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long for a reaction, because the moment he put the empty bottle away, Sirius opened his eyes, sat up and spilled the potion with disgust.
“Merlin’s bollocks! What are you trying to do? Kill me?” kept asking Sirius indignant.
“I can’t believe you of all people didn’t get used to potions,” commented the younger man and stood in front of the bed. “Do you remember what happened?”
All of a sudden the older Black became serious. In an instant he replayed every single moment of his last meeting with Harry; and he wished he never woke up. Sirius wasn’t even sure he wanted to know what happened while he was unconscious; and he was certain plenty has happened; most likely Dumbledore found out about Voldemort and Regulus being alive and about his conversation with Harry.
“So how messed up is the situation?” he finally asked unsure.
“Not as bad as you’d expect,” answered calmly Regulus and took the letters from the side table. “You have letters…from your son.”
Sirius quickly grabbed the messages from his brother; recognizing Harry’s handwriting, he wanted to open them and read, but to his surprise the letters were opened. “What’s this?”
“I apologize for that, but you have to understand the situation was dangerous and we needed to make sure he won’t tell anyone about what happened in Edinburgh.”
The older wizard wasn’t pleased to hear such answer, but after all he didn’t have any secrets from his brother; at least not now after everything they’ve been through this year. He quickly read the first letter. It was chaotic and obvious that the teen wrote it right after their meeting. Sirius was grateful that his son seemed more concerned about the wizards well-being and safety than angry about finding the truth about their relation. The second letter was more thought through; from that one, it was clear that the boy was still worried about Sirius, but also not very happy about the revelations he heard. “When did this letter arrive? He’s writing here that he’ll go to Dumbledore if I don’t write him back.”
“I know. It arrived this morning, however just moments ago came this,” Regulus took out another letter; this one wasn’t from Harry; it was from the Headmaster himself.
Feeling his blood going cold, Sirius grabbed the said letter and hurriedly opened it. With every line read, his expression became less tense. “Seems like he doesn’t know anything.”
“Why is he writing you then?”
“He’s reinstalling the Order of the Phoenix,” started Sirius.
“That’s interesting and it might actually help with our plans,” Regulus commented more to himself than to his brother. “From now on you’ll have to be more active in the planning process. Get up. You have to write your son back and when you’re done with that, take the letter from Dumbledore with you to the chamber at the end of the corridor,” explained the younger one while heading to the doors.
“Wait, Regulus,” the other man called to his brother. “Tell me at least where we are.”
“A safe place and heavily warded.”
“Is he here?” whispered Sirius a bit unsure if he should even ask about the dark wizard.
“If you’re referring to the Dark Lord then yes. And you’re going to meet with me and him to discuss that letter from Dumbledore.”
“Are you out of your mind? That lunatic killed my friends,” protested Sirius.
“He risked everything to get your son back to our family,” interrupted him angry Regulus. “You’d be wise to cooperate, brother. If you want your family back and revenge on the Headmaster.”
After those words, the younger Black stormed out of the chamber, slamming the doors shut behind him.
“Well that was unusual,” laughed Sirius to himself while getting out of bed. “He really gets overly emotional when it comes to Voldemort.”

The last weeks of school year went by quickly, especially after Harry received a letter from Black. In all honesty, the teen didn’t get to terms with the news Sirius told him about his parents, but at least the boy didn’t have to worry about the wizard.
Draco was also glad how things were going. He continued his meetings with Harry, but what made him even happier was the fact that the black haired teen seemed to share more and more of his secrets and troubles with him, rather than Weasley and Granger. The only two things that worried the blond right now were the last task of the tournament and meeting with his parents.
After Harry told him what happened during his last meeting with Sirius, Draco wrote a letter to his parents asking about Black’s child. He didn’t expect his parents to be very eager to discuss this particular subject, but he needed information to calm down Harry. Finally after about two weeks of no answer, Draco received a short message from home, telling him to meet with both Narcissa and Lucius in the Forbidden Forest, before the last task of the tournament starts.
When the final day of the tournament has come, Malfoy sneaked out of the castle and headed to the Forbidden Forest. Thankfully, with everyone excited about the final task, Draco managed to get to the edge of school grounds without getting caught. He wandered a bit deeper into the forest until he spotted an elegant and familiar woman.
“Mother,” he said a bit surprised she was alone.
“Draco, love” Narcissa smiled and lovingly embraced her son; something she allowed herself only when they were among family.
“Mother, where is father? I thought you’ll both be here,” asked Draco.
“I shouldn’t stay here long, so I’ll get straight to the point,” explained the woman. “Dangerous times are coming. Your father’s Dark Mark has reappeared and you know what that means.”
“Is…he back?” the teen immediately understood the gravity of the situation, especially now when everyone knew he was friends with Harry Potter.
“We don’t know yet. Your father also doesn’t know how the latest events might influence his position,” Narcissa clearly meant how dangerous Draco’s new friendship might occur. Seeing that the boy tensed up and deep concern visible on his face, the witch quickly added, “Don’t understand me wrong, son. Your father and I are not forcing you to end your acquaintance with Harry Potter. It was your decision to get close to him and we respect that…even your father got to terms with that. We will find a way out of the difficult situation, but we all have to be cautious.”
“In that case this meeting could have waited,” interrupted the teen. “I never meant to endanger you or father by seeing with you here.”
“It’s all right, Draco. Lucius stayed at home, because ever since the Dark Mark reappeared he might be summoned anytime. Hence why I need to get back soon as well. However your letter not only surprised us, but also got us worried. I don’t see it fit to discuss family secrets in letters, because you never know who might get a hold of them,” the witch kept explaining hurriedly until she paused and looked at her son as seriously as she never did before. “Draco, I need you to tell me where did you hear something like that about my cousin.”
The teen looked in his mother’s eyes and knew there was no use in hiding anything from her; it would be better if she knew all the details instead of lying about Harry meeting with Sirius all through the school year. He knew he didn’t have much time so after one deep breath he told the witch everything he heard from Harry about Sirius Black; starting from saving Black last school year until the spring break visit to Black’s hideout.
“Sirius told the boy exactly that?” Narcissa couldn’t believe it and honestly for a moment she thought that maybe her cousin lost his mind in Azkaban, but then something Draco told her caught her attention. “Where did you say they met the last time?”
“Harry just said it was the Black’s Edinburgh House,” answered the teen, but then he saw the woman’s face become pale. “Why do you ask, mother? Is that important?”
“Merlin’s beard,” came a quiet comment from Narcissa’s lips. “Then it has to be true.”
“Mother, you’re scaring me right now. What is true?” demanded the boy.
“Draco, the Black’s Edinburgh House has ancient blood wards. Even you wouldn’t be able to get into that house without permission of a Black family member and a great deal of changes made to the wards. That means Sirius didn’t lose his mind after all, and what he told Harry must be true.”
“But maybe he’s just making it all up. Harry knows nothing of Black’s past so the man can come up with any kind of lie.”
Suddenly Narcissa took her son’s face between her hands, leaned forward and looked him in the eyes. Draco never saw her acting this emotional; just like he never saw that mix of pain and at the same time happiness in her eyes. “He did have a son. I don’t have time to go into details right now, but Sirius’ latest behaviour starts to make sense now.”
“Mother, you really think it’s true?” asked Draco.
“I’m not sure, but whether he is your cousin or just a friend you shouldn’t let your eyes off of him. Watch out on everyone who comes near him. I can’t tell if he’s safer being a Potter or a
Black,” the witch composed herself and embraced her son again before leaving. “I need to inform your father about this.”

All the students, teachers and invited guests were already gathered at the Quidditch pitch. Each champion was surrounded by his family and friends; only Harry was standing a bit to the side by the spectators’ seats. For the last half an hour he was being distracted by the Weasley family and Hermione; he was incredibly grateful for the distraction, because with every minute nearing him to the last task he was getting more and more nervous.
Company of his friends was soothing, but he couldn’t help but look around nervously all the time trying to spot the pale, blond Slytherin. For some reason, Draco’s presence was calming his nerves; maybe because he was the one who trained with him the most to get ready for this tournament or maybe because once more Draco became a very precious friend to him. Harry knew it wouldn’t be wise to simply go and search for his friend, since most people still didn’t believe in their friendship, but he felt he needed to see the blond teen before the final task starts. After all, Malfoy promised him to meet with him before the final; however Harry couldn’t see him anywhere with the other Slytherins.
“Harry you have to be strong. You’ll get through it. It’s already the last task,” Hermione tried to cheer him up, even though it was obvious she was worried sick herself.
“Mione, calm down. He’s gonna win this. I’m telling you, he’s gonna surprise everyone,” announced Ron proud of his friend.
Harry forced a weak smile after hearing Ron’s words. He knew that was supposed to be the red haired teen’s way to give him courage and not pressuring him to win, nonetheless Harry felt like he was about to throw up. He took a deep breath and decided he needed a few minutes alone before he joins the other champions.
“Hermione, Ron,” he started with an apologetic smile, “don’t get me wrong, but…I think I need a minute alone before…you know, before it starts.”
“Of course Harry. We understand,” the girl hugged him and pulled Ron towards their seats. “It’s going to be ok Harry.”
When they left, the teen walked even further away from the champions and teachers, and hid himself behind the construction with seats for spectators.
“Finally,” he heard a voice behind him. ”I thought they’d never leave you alone.”
“Draco,” with a sigh of relief Harry greeted his friend. Just like he expected, it only took the blond’s presence to calm him down. He had to admit he was stressing out pretty badly, because he had to fight the strong urge to embrace his friend.
The other teen sensed the tension and did what Harry was afraid to do; Draco grabbed his hand and pulled him into a tight embrace. In all honesty, he was worried to death about Harry. “Remember to use any spells you think might work. I don’t care even if you use dark magic, as long as you come out of it alive and safe.“
“I’ll use anything we’ve learned together,” he said stepping aside after their embrace. “And by the way, shouldn’t we watch out? You never know what Skeeter might write about us this time.”
“You haven’t heard?” asked the blond, perfectly hiding a smirk behind the mask of indifference; he wasn’t going to reveal the truth to Harry how his father informed him to take care of a certain animagus insect. “She’s missing; and there is a new reporter working in her place.”
Harry just looked at Draco and decided he didn’t want to know how exactly Skeeter got missing after an article about Malfoy; so he simply changed the topic, “Where were you earlier? I was getting worried.”
“I had to meet with my mother,” explained Draco in a hushed voice.
“Really?...Did you talk about…you know? What did she say?” Harry wanted to know more; he needed these information and he needed them now, but that moment he heard professor Dumbledore calling for everyone to take their seats and champions to gather by his side.
Realising they didn’t have much time left, Malfoy pulled the other teen into another embrace and whispered into his ear, “It’s true. Sirius had a son. You are my cousin and I want you to come out of this tournament safe.”
After that the world around Harry seemed to have sped up drastically; everything was moving on its own and extremely fast. His feet brought him forward to the place where champions and teachers were gathered. He saw people around him talking, most likely explaining the rules, but he couldn’t think coherently; at least not about the tournament. Harry glanced at the audience – he saw Hermione and Ron among the Gryffindors; Draco sitting with other Slytherins, not taking his eyes off of him, not even for a second; that’s when his gaze landed on a familiar looking black dog.
‘Sirius…no!’ the teen’s mind screamed nervously. ‘They will recognize him and send him to Azkaban.’
“Mr Potter. Mr Potter,” he was brought out of his thoughts when Dumbledore called him, gently pushing towards the maze. “It’s time. Go in and get to the Triwizard Cup.”
Next thing he knew, Mr Bagman pushed him into the maze, which closed right behind him; now he was on his own; he had to finish the task as quickly as possible to get out of here and help Sirius hide before anyone recognized him.
‘That’s it! It’s true, he’s my family. I have a family other than the Dursleys,’ Harry gripped his wand tightly and ran straight towards the centre of the maze. He shot spells whenever something crossed his path; he didn’t have time for this; he had to see his godfather… ‘My father,’ he corrected himself blasting fire in the direction of some nasty little creatures coming his way. ‘I have a father and home. I don’t have to go to the Dursleys again. I can live with my dad. And I have a cousin,’ his mind screamed excited at the thought. ‘Draco is my cousin and that means I also have an aunt and uncle.’
Harry couldn’t contain his joy when it all sank in his mind. It didn’t matter to him right now that it all sounded unbelievable; what was important was that he wasn’t alone, he had a wonderful family out there; he couldn’t have asked for a better dad than Sirius and a better cousin than Draco. Feeling a grin growing on his face, he set a bunch of acromantulas on fire and ran into a clearing where he saw the Triwizard Cup standing proudly.
“Finally!” he shouted more to himself, overjoyed that in mere seconds he’d be out with his friends and family, and ran towards the cup. Harry was so focused on his goal that he didn’t see anything apart from that one object before him. When he finally stretched out his hand to touch the cup he saw another hand reaching for it. “Cedric?”
There was a moment of confusion and they both touched the cup at the exact same moment. They felt a strong sudden pull at their bodies and everything around them vanished in a swirl.
Next thing Harry could remember was the feeling of cold ground under him and wet grass sticking to his face. He felt a pair of hands grabbing him and helping to get up, but when he was finally standing, with utter horror he noticed it was the same black clad person he saw in Edinburgh; or at least he thought it was; but right now, having a closer look at the person, he was sure it was a Death Eater.
“Who are you?” the teen quickly got a few steps away and got his wand ready. “Stay away from me!”
“There’s no time for this,” said the Death Eater and, before the boy could do anything, he stupefied him. “I really didn’t want to do this, especially to you, but we don’t have time.”
The man grabbed Harry before he hit the ground again. Swiftly casting a sleeping charm on the unconscious Cedric Diggory, he held Harry tighter and apparated with him to the Dark Lord’s castle.

Lucius stood silently in the courtyard of the old castle the Dark Lord used as their headquarters during the last war. He noted there were only about ten, maybe twelve other Death Eaters waiting there with him. From what he could tell, they were all somewhat terrified to see Voldemort in all his hideous, snake-like appearance. Lucius of all of them had the most reason to fear the Dark Lord – not only did he deny being his follower fourteen years ago, he hasn’t been looking for the dark wizard even once since then, not to mention he lost one of the horcruxes and his son befriended Harry Potter. Malfoy only hoped he’d be given the opportunity to see his family one last time before Voldemort sent a killing curse his way.
“My lord,” started one of the Death Eaters; his voice trembling slightly. “It’s a miracle to see you back among us.”
“Indeed,” hissed the dark wizard and moved dangerously close to the follower who dared speak. “A miracle. Especially when one has such faithful followers, who’d no doubt give their lives for you….None of you tried to find me. Wasn’t I generous looking after you and your families? And yet…how are you repaying me?” the wizard moved swiftly around the small group, taking off their masks with the look of annoyance on his own face.
A sudden pop sounded at the centre of the courtyard and another Death Eater showed up. To Lucius’ surprise, the man was holding unconscious Potter in his arms. Malfoy was torn apart – his self-preservation instinct told him to hurt Potter in order to please Voldemort and save his own skin; but on the other hand, it was his son’s friend.
“Our guest of honour has finally arrived,” announced the Dark Lord looking at the boy.
“My lord, we’ll kill him for you,” announced hurriedly Crabbe. Lucius debated with himself if he should agree with the man and offer his aid; but then the only person in their circle who remained with his hood covering his face, quickly ran towards Potter covering him with his body and pointing his wand at the group before him.
“Anyone dare touch him and I’m gonna kill each and every one of you,” the man nearly growled at the other wizards and with one swift move took off his cloak revealing his identity.
“Black?” Lucius was completely taken aback by the turn of events; why was Sirius Black in this place? And why wasn’t the Dark Lord attacking him and Potter already?
“Surprised?” hissed Voldemort seeing dumbstruck faces of his followers. “That’s because none of you had taken the time to find out what happened fourteen years ago.”
“Sirius?” Harry moved in the arms of the other man when he finally regained consciousness and saw the familiar wizard. The teen nervously looked around and in an instant got to his feet and took out his wand. “How did we get here? You were at the tournament, I saw you there…. And are you ok?...We’re gonna beat them and get out of here.”
“That is what happens when a certain Light wizard meddles with darkness,” announced Voldemort and looked sternly at Black.
“It’s alright Harry,” Sirius tried to calm the boy down. “You’re safe here. No one is going to harm either one of us. I was waiting here for you…”
“But I saw you in Hogwarts, at the tournament,” kept saying Harry.
“I used a time-turner,” the wizard answered. “I needed you to come here to make things straight and I couldn’t have done that in Hogwarts. I wouldn’t allow any harm to happen to you. After all you are my…”
“I know,” interrupted Harry. “Mrs Malfoy confirmed your story.”
At that moment everyone stared at Lucius for explanation; the other Death Eaters were glaring at him that his entire family got acquainted with Potter.
“So many secrets, due to our precious Dumbledore’s meddling,” hissed amused Voldemort and catching everyone’s attention; even Harry and Sirius stopped their conversation. “You all must be curious what exactly happened in Godric’s Hollow on that night. I’ll explain it to you as to why I haven’t yet tried to kill this boy here.”
Hearing this Harry shivered a bit, but Sirius gave him a reassuring smile; what surprised him the most was that the man behind him also gave him a reassuring squeeze on the arm.
“You see, when a certain prophecy was made, that some boy was to destroy me, Dumbledore thought I’d believe it and try to kill the said boy. However, I did not believe that prophecy. Nonetheless, Dumbledore put his plan in motion and hid the Potters in Godric’s Hollow. I couldn’t care less about that fact, until a certain more important news came to my ears. You see, Sirius Black, who remained neutral during the war, had a baby boy with one of my invaluable Death Eaters, who unfortunately couldn’t join us today,” here Voldemort paused to look meaningfully at Harry and Sirius. “However, Black hid the boy and no one could find him. It came to my knowledge that this particular boy might be hidden with the Potters and being as generous as you know me to be, I went to Godric’s Hollow to confirm my information. Imagine my surprise when dear James Potter told me that Harry Potter is not his son, but in fact is the missing son of Sirius Black.”
“Is this really true?” Harry quietly asked Sirius.
“Yes. I’m afraid we were all manipulated by Dumbledore,” explained Sirius with a pained expression.
“But you’re not a Death Eater, are you?”
“No, but half of my family….our family is. Listen, I’m not a Death Eater, but I want revenge on Dumbledore for messing up our family,” seeing the boy wasn’t convinced by his words, he added. “Albus knew you were my son. I have a proof for this. So even if he thought I killed James and Lily, he could have left you with my family instead of sending you to those horrible Dursleys.”
“Precisely,” concluded Voldemort and turned to face his followers. “That old coot nearly destroyed one of the oldest pureblood families and still keeps demeaning each and every one
of your families. I will not allow him to ruin the traditions and knowledge gathered by witches and wizards for centuries. Not for his vision of greater good.”
“My lord,” the masked Death Eater addressed the older wizard. “The boy needs to go back.”
“Indeed,” the man agreed. “Now that you all know the truth, I expect you all to join me once more to get the wizarding world on the right track.”
Voldemort gestured for Sirius to do his part according to the plan they agreed on a few weeks ago. He himself kept his monologue about the purebloods rising in power once more and how the story of Harry Potter, or rather the heir of House Black, should be a warning as to how dangerous Dumbledore’s meddling can be.
“What now,…” Harry wanted to say ‘dad’, but the words couldn’t get through his lips just yet. “What’s going to happen now? How do I look my friends in the eyes or teachers, not to mention Dumbledore?”
“There is one thing I’ve learned very painfully…you can trust only your family. You should always think about them and protect them. If your friends are truly friends, they will not push you away, even if part of your family are Death Eaters.” Sirius saw how Regulus gave him signs behind Harry’s back that they didn’t have much time. “I’ll tell you everything in details during school break. I’ll think of something to get you away from the Dursleys, I promise. Just for the time being, remember, trust only your family and watch out for Albus. You’ll go back to the Diggory boy now, so that no one suspects anything.”
“But I’ll see you again, won’t I?” Harry asked and worriedly glanced at the masked man behind him.
“Of course you will. I would never let you go now that I have you back again,” Sirius hugged him and quickly added pointing to the man behind the teen “You can trust him…he’s family.”
After that Harry felt the Death Eater wrap his arms around him as they apparated to the graveyard by the Riddle House. He saw Cedric lying on the ground not far from them; right next to the Hufflepuff was the Triwizard cup.
“I don’t have enough time to explain things, but you need to know the plan,” the man placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders and spoke in a gentle voice, which for some reason sounded not that much different than Sirius. “I’ll have to stun you again, so that it looks like you hit the ground and lost consciousness. When your friend here wakes up, he’ll take you back to Hogwarts using the portkey,” he motioned towards the cup. “You’ll be unconscious but I’m going to stay here and make sure everything goes according to the plan. When in Hogwarts, they will ask you what happened. Just tell them you don’t remember anything after you touched the cup in the maze. You know nothing about me, Sirius, Voldemort or other Death Eaters. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” Harry nodded in confirmation.
“Just remember not to look at Dumbledore when you wake up. He’s going to try to get into your mind and search for memories of what happened,” the man saw hesitation in the boy’s eyes and said “Don’t worry. You have brave and cunning parents. You’ll do fine. Ready?”
Harry nodded again and the next thing he remembered was a spell hitting him and then landing hard on the ground.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it ;) And I should be updating again sometime around weekend ;)
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