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Harry Potter and the Goblin King	By : GeminiFaerie Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 29139 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 14
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Last time…

Taking a deep breath, Harry pushed open the door to reveal a pitch-black room; the light from the hallway didn't penetrate the darkness at all, so Harry-being a head-strong Gryffindor-reached his hand in to feel along the wall for a torch bracket or a light switch. No sooner did his hand disappear into the murky darkness than he felt another hand wrap around his wrist and pull; before he had a chance to scream Harry was yanked into the black room and the door slammed shut behind him, leaving the hallway empty and eerily quiet once again…

"Hey!" Harry yelled, "Let me go!" He dragged his feet and struggled against the unseen hands as he was pulled further into the darkness, but his struggles didn't deter his unknown captor in the least. "Dammit! Let go of me!" The hands suddenly disappeared and Harry stumbled, falling to his knees as the path in front of him was illuminated by small flames on either side of it. At first Harry thought the flames were floating by themselves, but on closer examination he discovered there were actually black candles lining the pathway. On either side of the path there was more darkness, and the candles were only in front of him, making him hesitate to turn back. "Well, I guess I have no choice but to go this way then," Harry sighed and started off down the path.

After a few minutes Harry saw the outline of a door in front of him; he stopped in front of the door and eyed it suspiciously. The door itself was unassuming, just a simple wooden door with a cut glass window like you would see on the front of any house, but it was standing in the middle of the path without anything holding it up, and Harry just knew there was something bad behind it. He attempted to walk around the door, willing to risk falling off the path, but there was an invisible wall that kept him on the path. Harry glared angrily at the door for a moment before taking a deep breath and opening it; he stepped inside…

…And found himself standing in a living room, where a man and a woman were sitting together on a comfy-looking couch. Harry looked closer, and saw that the couple was his parents, Lily and James Potter; they were enjoying some hot cocoa and just talking softly, then a baby started crying and Lily went upstairs. A few seconds after she disappeared up the stairs, the front door was blasted off its hinges, and James jumped up, startled.

"It's him!" James shouted, "Lily; get Harry and run! He's found us!" Harry watched helplessly as Voldemort entered the house, grinning evilly, and advance on his father. James didn't appear to have his wand with him, so he was helpless against the dark wizard that had invaded his home.

"You've made this too easy for me," Voldemort said in his high, cold voice, "It doesn't have to be this way you know; just join me and I will allow you and your wife to live. I will, of course, require your son as payment for past transgressions."

"Never!" James cried; he threw a potion at the dark wizard and jumped over the couch, running for the stairs. The potion exploded in a dark cloud, blocking out Voldemort's vision, and James made it to the second landing before the other wizard recovered.

"You think your petty tricks will stop me?" Voldemort laughed as he apparated up to the landing, blocking James' way to the nursery, "You were foolish to challenge me Potter, but it is over now. Avada Kedavra!"

"No!" Harry cried, as a flash of green light left Voldemort's wand and hit James in the chest; his father's eyes widened in shock before he fell to the ground, lifeless, and Voldemort continued on his mission of destruction. Harry didn't move but somehow found himself in the nursery watching his mother try to open the window while holding Baby Harry. "Please don't make me watch this," he whispered, but his pleas went unanswered as Voldemort blasted the door open, and Lily turned around to face the threat.

"Please, not Harry!" she pleaded, "He's just a baby!"

"Stand aside you silly girl," Voldemort said, "I have no need to kill you; just give me the baby and you shall live."

"No!" Lily cried, clutching her baby, "Please! Kill me instead! Kill me, not Harry; not Harry!"

"Very well," Voldemort raised his wand and once more said the killing curse, and Harry watched as his mother was murdered, Baby Harry still in her arms. Baby Harry started screaming, but the scene faded and sixteen-year-old Harry found himself back at his aunt and uncle's house. He was just in time to see his five-year-old self use accidental magic, causing a frying pan of hot grease to fly across the kitchen and splatter all over his cousin.

"Aaah!" Dudley screamed, "Mummy! It hurts Mummy!"

"Oh, my poor little Diddykins!" Petunia soothed Dudley, giving him a kiss, "Hush now; Mummy will make it all better."

"Freak! Look what you did to my son!" Vernon thundered, backhanding young Harry, "I promised I would stamp the freakiness out of you, and that's what I intend to do!" He pulled Harry's pants down and began to spank him, not stopping until the little boy was a sobbing mess. "Now boy; get in your cupboard and stay there until I say otherwise!"

"Y-yes Uncle," Harry sobbed, "P-please t-tell Dudley I'm sorry; I d-don't m-mean to be bad." Young Harry went to his cupboard with his head down, and Vernon shut and locked the door before going back to the kitchen where the real Harry saw Petunia give Dudley a potion that made the burns disappear.

"Petunia used magic?" Harry gaped, "But-how? When? I thought she hated magic!"

"How is Dudley?" Vernon asked his wife.

"He's fine," Petunia smiled down at her son, but then frowned, "Vernon, don't you think you were a little rough on Harry? We know he didn't mean to do it, and Dudley did throw a cup at him first."

"I know," Vernon sighed, "I don't like it any better than you do, but you heard what that old man said! If we don't give him regular beatings and talk down to him he is likely to become evil like that Lord What's-his-name; we tried to raise him as Dudley's equal for five years, but he just keeps getting worse! When Harry is older, and the old man says the danger has passed we can explain everything to him; there's only six years until he starts that special school, so I'm sure everything will be better by then."

"I hope so Vernon," Petunia said, casting a sad glance at the cupboard as they headed upstairs, "I really hope so."

"No way!" Harry said, watching this all in disbelief, "They were never nice to me! This has to be fake!" The memory faded out, and then he was in another memory where the Dursley's were all three sitting in the living room and having tea with Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry to say, but Harry is in more danger of going dark than ever before," Dumbledore was saying, "I need you to continue to treat him as inferior; it has helped cut down on the accidental magic, correct?"

"Well, there haven't been as many incident's in the past couple of years," Petunia said slowly, "but I remember Lily started controlling her magic better at this age as well. Must we really continue to treat Harry so poorly and lie to him? He's family, and I loved my sister; I hate spouting such trash about her!" Dudley and Vernon each took one of Petunia's hands to comfort her and she offered them a weak smile in gratitude.

"I know it's difficult," Dumbledore replied, "and I really hate having to do this to you, but Harry will be starting school soon and it is imperative that we keep him on the right path. In fact, once he goes to sleep tonight I will be altering any memories he has from before we started this treatment. Don't worry; when all this is over Harry will thank you for all that you have done for him. Now, I'm afraid I must take my leave; Good night Dursley's!"

The scene faded again and Harry sat in darkness for a few minutes while he contemplated what he just saw. He was very angry with Dumbledore for keeping secrets and manipulating him, but Harry still couldn't bring himself to believe that the headmaster had actually encouraged-no, forced!- the Dursley's to treat him so badly as the vision suggested. Harry shook his head in confusion; he wanted to believe that the Dursley's really loved him, but, at the same time, he didn't want to believe that Dumbledore was that far gone. As he was contemplating this, Harry started to notice misty shapes around him, and he saw a younger version of himself suddenly appear, gripping a cup along with Cedric Diggory.

"No!" Harry shouted, "I refuse to watch this again!" He turned and ran from the graveyard, but he still heard that familiar voice say "Kill the spare." and he saw a flash of green light out of the corner of his eyes. Harry didn't stop to look but just continued running, until he found himself back in the Department Of Mystery, in the middle of the battle that had just happened a couple of months ago. "No!" Harry yelled again, not slowing down, "I don't want to-can't-" He shook his head as his eyes filled with tears but kept running, trying to ignore the battle raging around him.

"Harry!" he heard Ginny call his name and saw the red-head on the ground, bleeding profusely, "Please Harry! Help me!"

"Harry!" Further on he saw Neville; the shy Gryffindor was wrapped up in something resembling Devil's Snare, only it had long thorns that were buried in his friend, "You never should have let me come!" Neville berated him, "You knew I wasn't good enough!"

"Harry! Why won't you help us?" Hermione's voice was next, and Harry closed his eyes quickly, not wanting to see what terrible fate had befallen one of his best friends.

"Not real," he chanted, "It's not real; it didn't happen like this, my friends all came back safely, they're not dead. It's not real!"

"Oh, but it is real," When he heard that familiar voice Harry came to an abrupt halt and opened his eyes; standing in front of him was his godfather, Sirius Black.

"Sirius?" Harry whispered, "Oh, Sirius! I've missed you so much!" He ran to give his godfather a hug, but his arms passed right through him," Wh-what? Sirius; what's going on?"

"I'm dead, Harry," Sirius glared at him, "I'm dead, and it's all your fault. Why did you have to go to the ministry? Why couldn't you trust Dumbledore to keep you safe? I guess Snivellus was right all along, you really are just a glory-seeker, and all you do is get the people who love you killed."

"No!" Harry protested, feeling tears run down his face, "Please Sirius; don't say such things!"

"Why not?" Harry spun around and saw Ginny, or rather her ghost, stalking up to him, "It's true Harry; you got me killed by letting me go on that useless rescue mission. I was too young to go with you, but you couldn't even stand up to me; I had absolutely no business going there, and now I'm dead! Why? Because I loved you, although now I see you were unworthy of that love!"

"She's right," Hermione appeared next to Ginny, along with Ron, "You got us all killed Harry; why didn't you listen to me? I told you to wait, that it was a trap! I died because of you Harry, because I believed you would keep me safe."

"You just couldn't listen to anyone, could you?" Ron added, "I should have dropped you in fourth year when you entered the tournament; I always knew you just wanted attention, and you were willing to risk our lives to get it. Tell me, Potter, are you happy now?"

"No, please," Harry sank to his knees, "You're not dead Ron, you just had a run-in with the tank of brains! I was trying to save Sirius, but I told you not to come! Why are you all pretending to be dead?"

"We're not pretending," Neville appeared alongside of Luna, "You took us into danger, and then you wouldn't even help us when we needed it! I can't believe I thought you were my friend; I was obviously just another pawn to be used by you in your quest for glory." Luna didn't say anything, but only shook her head sadly at Harry, who was openly sobbing by now.

"I can't believe I gave my life for you," Harry jerked his head up to see his mother standing next to Sirius; James was standing behind her, "I should have let him take you that night, at least then Sirius would still be alive!"

"If I had known you would turn out like this, I never would have fought Voldemort for you," James spat, "You are worthless as a son; you got all of your friends killed, as well as my best friend! Then, to top it all off, you're all over that dirty Slytherin, letting him corrupt you; I am ashamed to call you my son!"

"No, Dad!" Harry cried, reaching out to his parents, "Please! I never meant to get anyone killed! And Draco-he's not like that! I won't talk to him anymore if that's what you want, but please, don't turn away from me like this!"

"We should have known there was something wrong with you back in second year," Hermione chimed in, "No decent wizard speaks parseltongue! That really should have been our first clue that you were no good!"

"Well, at least we know now," Ron said, "Why don't you go find your slimy Slytherin, you stupid ponce? Malfoy can have you, because we sure don't want you!"

"Don't you dare pawn him off on me," Harry looked up again to see Draco sneering down at him, "Why would I want a pathetic little insect like that?"

"Ha!" Ron laughed, "Not even your Death Eater boyfriend wants you anymore, now that he's seen how pathetic you are!"

"I never thought I'd agree with a Weasel, but he's absolutely correct," Draco drawled, "I don't want you; I never really wanted you, but you were just so easy to fool!" Draco smirked at Harry, who was unable to speak by this point, "I managed to get you where I want you, and now I'm going to turn you over to Voldemort and get the glory for my family." Harry's tears slowed as he listened to Draco speak, and he looked up to meet that cold, grey gaze.

"What did you say?" he asked.

"That's right," Draco crowed, "I'm going to give you to the Dark Lord and earn my place within the inner circle; my father and I will be Voldemort's most revered followers."

"You called him Voldemort," Harry stood up and wiped his tears, "You never say his name. You-you aren't real! None of you are real; you're just illusions and…" his eyes widened, and he began to smile, "you have no power over me!" As he spoke the phrase he felt the tingle of strong magic, and then he found himself back on the second landing, only this time there was only a single door in front of him. "That was exhausting," Harry muttered, closing his eyes for a moment, "but I'd better get going, no telling how much time I have left." Right on cue the clock began to chime, and he counted the strokes to eleven; "Okay, two hours left; I can do this!"

"Mr. Potter, a moment, if you would," Harry started as Lucius Malfoy appeared in front of him, "I have frozen the time temporarily, so this won't count against you, but I really must speak with you." Before Harry could respond Draco appeared.

"Father, what are you doing?" he demanded, glaring at Lucius, "You have no right to interfere; you swore on-"

"I know," Lucius interrupted, "and I am not interfering; I have frozen the clock so this won't take away from Mr. Potter's time, but something…unusual has occurred, and I require his presence. You are, of course, welcome to come along." Draco eyed his father suspiciously, but finally nodded his consent, and Lucius turned his cold gaze on Harry, "Will you accompany me, Mr. Potter? This concerns your friends."

"Okay," Harry agreed, and he fell into step with Draco, following Lucius down the hallway. After a few minutes, the trio reached a staircase going down, and before too long Harry found himself in what appeared to be a dungeon.

"Ah, here we are," Lucius stopped in front of a wooded door and unlocked it, ushering Harry and Draco to enter before him. Once through the door, Harry saw that they were in a sitting room with a couch, a few arm chairs, and a coffee table. All of the furniture was done in shades of grey, which made the room rather depressing, but the furniture was obviously well-made. Beyond the sitting room were two doors, and Lucius knocked on them. "Come out now Children; I've brought Harry to you." The doors flew open and Harry was astonished to see Ron, Fred, George and Neville come out of one room, while Hermione, Ginny and Luna came out of the other.

"What are you all doing here?" Harry demanded, "Did Malfoy trick you somehow?"

"Of course not, silly," Luna replied before anyone else could speak up, "Draco kindly offered to let me stay here with Neville until you finished the labyrinth so that we could watch you together. That was so sad earlier; you know that we love you and you shouldn't listen to the warbling huffdings, right?"

"Thanks Luna," Harry shook his head, "but I already know why you're here; I meant Hermione and the Weasley's; aren't you supposed to be on a cruise?" He gave them a questioning look.

"You can't expect us to enjoy a cruise when Dumbledore tells us you've been kidnapped by Malfoy and taken hostage in the goblin realm," Ron said indignantly, "We waited for more than thirteen hours, but you never showed up-"

"It hasn't been thirteen hours yet," Harry interrupted, "I still have two hours left, right Draco?"

"Approximately," Draco nodded, ignoring the astonished looks Harry's friends gave them, "Of course, time here operates independently of the Wizarding World; sometimes it runs faster, and other times it runs slower, so a lot more time may have passed outside of this realm."

"Oh," Harry said, then turned to his friends, "But, how did you guys get here? Did you wish away a sibling?"

"Of course not," Hermione sniffed, "The twins discovered a way to create a portal into this realm, so we waited until dawn-because all barriers are at their weakest at dawn and dusk- then we opened the portal and stepped through."

"Unfortunately, my brothers didn't have coordinates to know exactly where the portal would open," Ginny cast a scathing look at the twins, who grinned back unabashedly, "and we wound up in Mr. Malfoy's study."

"He didn't take too kindly to the trespassing," Fred added,

"So he sent us down here to the dungeons," George said,

"And told us that since we were trying to rescue you," Fred spoke up again,

"He would bring you down here to discuss our options," George concluded, and everyone turned to look at Lucius.

"That is correct," Lucius nodded, "Now, normally when someone enters our realm without permission they must try to solve the labyrinth in order to gain their freedom, and if they fail they become servants to my subjects."

"You just had to try and rescue me, didn't you?" Harry shook his head, "You guys are always on me about having to play hero, so you really should have known better; especially you, Hermione; I know you did research before coming here, so you must have known that there wasn't any way for you to get me out of this."

"We couldn't just leave you here," Hermione protested, "You always risk yourself to save us; remember the troll back in first year? You didn't even like me at that point, but you still came to my rescue; how could I do any less?"

"Why did you call him Draco?" Ron, in typical fashion, ignored everything else and focused on what he felt was important, "You're sitting next to Malfoy on the couch, almost like you're friends. You're not friends with him, are you?"

"Calm down Ron," Harry frowned, "Look, I can't explain it, but…Draco hasn't actually been that bad since I've been here." He noticed Draco smirking and turned a glare on the blonde, "I'm not saying he's nice or anything-he's still a snarky, sneaky Slytherin git-" said Slytherin slapped Harry upside his head and the Gryffindor grinned, "but he hasn't tried to kill me, and he-"

"I can't believe what I'm hearing!" Ron interrupted, his face red with anger, "This is Malfoy; MALFOY! Have you forgotten everything he's done to us over the years? And now you're joking with him? Next you'll be getting matching Dark Marks!"

"All Dark Marks match, Weasley," Draco drawled, "As for torturing you over the years, you weren't exactly innocent if I remember correctly, and I have no intention of getting the Dark Mark."

"Of course not," Lucius spoke up, "Joining the Dark Lord was the biggest mistake of my life, and I won't have my son making the same mistake."

"Grow up Ron," Ginny said, and Lucius frowned as he realized that the kids weren't paying any attention to him, "If Harry is getting along with Malfoy he obviously has a reason for doing so; maybe Malfoy has changed, but whatever is going on it doesn't give you the right to turn on your best friend!"

"I'm not!" Ron protested, "I just don't see why he would be friends with that treacherous snake!"

"You always get mad about anything you don't understand," Hermione reprimanded him, "and you need to stop; if you're really Harry's friend you'll stop making accusations and give him a chance to explain."

"No," Harry said, "I shouldn't have to explain my choice of friends to Ron or anyone else; just because I'm getting along with Draco that doesn't mean you guys have to be friends with him."

"Friends with Gryffindor's?" Draco gave an exaggerated shudder, "Merlin forbid! I'm not talking about you of course," he patted Harry's shoulder comfortingly, "after all, we both know you should have been placed in Slytherin; right Lion? Hey!" He glared up at Harry from the floor where he ended up after the brunette shoved him; when he heard the girls giggling Draco turned his glare on them, which resulted in them laughing even harder.

"I told you not to call me that," Harry said, before offering him a hand up. Draco scowled but accepted the hand and sat down beside Harry once again, "Look guys, I'm not telling you to be friends with Draco, but if you want to remain friends with me I need you to at least try to be civil. If I don't solve the labyrinth before the time is up-don't worry 'Mione, Mr. Malfoy assured me that this little meeting won't take away from my time-then I will have to stay here with Draco. Of course, I have no intention of losing, but even if I win I have the option of staying here as a free subject, and I am seriously considering accepting that offer; if I live here I won't have to worry about the Dursley's ever again."

"So you're saying we should probably get used to the idea of seeing you hanging out with Draco," Ginny said, and Harry nodded.

"Look guys," Neville spoke up for the first time, "From what I've seen-and what Luna has told me-Malfoy really isn't that bad, so you should really stop giving Harry a hard time."

"Excuse me," Lucius spoke up before anyone could reply, "This is all very fascinating, but I do have a kingdom to run, so perhaps we can get down to business?" The teens quieted down and gave the elder Malfoy their full attention. "Excellent. Now, as I stated before, normally the six of you would have to solve the labyrinth to be freed from the realm-Luna is excluded in this since she is part Fae- however, I am willing to make a deal." He faced Harry and Draco, "I admit that I am not very happy with the terms of the contract you boys agreed on, so here is my offer; I will let everyone except for Luna go, if you strike this part from the agreement." He held out a copy of the contract, and Harry saw that he had crossed out the last half of the second sentence; "and the choice to return home or remain in the Fae Realm as a free subject or advisor."

"So you're saying that you don't want me to remain here if I solve the labyrinth," Harry clarified.

"Exactly," Lucius nodded, "I feel it would be detrimental to my realm if you were to have free-reign here. Also, if you solve the labyrinth then your memory would be erased once you step through the door back to your realm. As for you, my son," he turned his gaze on Draco, "if Potter solves the labyrinth then you will immediately head for the ballroom, where you will choose a fiancé before dawn. Once you have chosen your fiancé, then you shall forget about Potter's time in the realm as well."

"That's absurd!" Draco scoffed, "Why should I agree to this?"

"Because if you don't, the Potter's friends will each have to go through my version of the labyrinth," Lucius stated, "and they will have to work alone. In addition, I would make it a competition so that the last person to solve the labyrinth would have to stay here forever."

"You…I can't even think of a word bad enough for you," Harry growled, and Lucius smirked at him, "You're a manipulative old bastard, even worse than Dumbledore! In fact, you're worse scum than my Muggle relatives! I don't seem to have a choice however, because you know I can't let one of my friends be stuck here, so I agree to your terms. Do you have a quill?" Lucius widened his smirk and handed Harry a blood quill, and the angry Gryffindor re-signed the contract before passing it to Draco. The blonde looked absolutely furious, but accepted the contract and the quill none-the-less.

"I would refuse to sign, but I know that Harry would never forgive me, and he would make the rest of my life miserable," Draco informed his father, "but I want you to know that I agree with his assessment of you. In fact, I may not remember any of this if Harry solves the labyrinth, but I swear on my magic that I will find a way to get even with you for this under-handed trick. You may believe that this circumvents the vow you made earlier, however this still qualifies as interfering in the labyrinth, and you cannot wipe Mother's memory; if I lose Harry because of you, Mother will make sure you pay for being an oath breaker." With that said Draco signed the contract and handed back to Lucius, who had paled considerably during his son's speech. "Now, if you would kindly leave, I will see that the Weasley's, Longbottom, and Granger make it back safely."

"This is for your own good, son," Lucius said, but still left the teens alone. The teens sat in silence for a moment, then Draco spoke up.

"Well, I guess it's time to send you Gryffindor's home," Draco said, "Luna, you still have to serve out your sentence unless Harry can find you before the time runs out, so I'm going to move you to another part of the castle; you should make your good-bye's now."

"Good-bye everyone!" Luna smiled, giving hugs all around and kissing Neville's cheek, "Don't worry; there's still a chance this will all work out." She walked over to Harry and plopped down on his lap so that she could look him in the eye. "Don't give up hope Harry; remember what I told you about the blibbering humdingers-you really should ask their advice." She touched the necklace Draco had given Harry earlier and whispered a few words. "Keep this close to your heart, and you'll never truly forget." She kissed Harry on the cheek as well, ignoring Draco's low growl. "As for you cousin, I will see you later. Whatever happens, don't give in; just because Lucius is a member of the Rotfang Conspiracy doesn't mean you have to follow in his footsteps." She gave him a kiss on the cheek too, and then stood up, "Well, I guess I should go now; if you would fix the door for me Draco?" Draco nodded and waved his hand, causing the door to glow blue for a moment, and Luna skipped over to it then flashed the room a bright smile before opening the door and stepping through it, vanishing at once.

"You're next, Harry," Draco said, "tell your friends farewell so that I can send you back to where you started." Harry nodded and then spent a few minutes telling his friends good-bye and reassuring them that he would be fine.

"Well," he began, standing in front of Draco, "I still have two hours left?" The blonde nodded. "Good, then I suppose I should get started. I'm sure I'll be seeing you around shortly?"

"Of course," Draco smirked, and Harry notice that the expression looked a lot nicer on Draco's face than it did on the elder Malfoy, "and I'd better warn you, since the contract has been changed I will be trying even harder to insure you don't solve the labyrinth." He stepped closer and leaned in so that he could speak directly into Harry's ear, lowering his voice so that only the brunette could hear him, "I told you before that I want you, and I don't intend to let you slip away without a fight; I will be doing everything in my power to keep you here with me, Lion." Harry shivered as Draco pressed a kiss just below his ear and then stepped back, waving his hand at the door once again. "I've set the door so that you will reappear back on the landing. I hope you're prepared for a struggle, my Little Lion." Harry shook his head and walked over to the door; after he opened it he gave his friends a little wave and then addressed Draco;

"Next time you call me Lion, I will hurt you Malfoy," he glared at Draco, but the blonde merely smirked in reply, so Harry rolled his eyes and then took a step forward, disappearing through the doorway.

"I know you probably all have questions," Draco addressed the remaining teens, "however I have no intentions of answering them at this time. If Harry winds up staying here then we will have to try and get along, but until then I have other things I must focus on."

"Like trying to make sure Harry fails to solve the labyrinth," Ron scowled, and Draco smiled at him.

"Exactly," the Slytherin said, "I've reset the door again, so it will take you all back to wherever it is you were before you came here. Also," he hesitated for a moment before continuing, "I placed a charm on the doorway so that your memories of Harry being here will be preserved; I hope that you will remind him of what transpired if he does happen to solve the labyrinth and lose his memories. If one of us remembers, then maybe we can ruin my father's plan. So, off with you now!" He waved them through the door, receiving sympathetic smiles from the girls, and angry scowl from Ron, and friendly winks from the twins. Neville was the only one to speak to him before leaving.

"I just wanted to say that I've realized you're not all bad," Neville said quietly, "and I think that you would be good for Harry, so…good luck, Malfoy." He started to step through the door, but stopped when Draco put a hand in front of him.

"Draco," the blonde said, "If we're considering a truce, you should call me Draco." Neville smiled and accepted the hand.

"Then call me Neville," the Gryffindor replied, "and, no matter what happens in the labyrinth, you can count on my help with Harry." Draco nodded and Neville gave him a final grin before stepping through the doorway, leaving Draco alone in the dungeons.

"That didn't go too badly," Draco murmured, "Well, except for my father." He scowled in remembrance, "I can't believe he did that to me, but I suppose I should have expected it from a Death Eater. I really wish he hadn't been able to buy off the ministry and get out of Azkaban; if anyone deserves to be there, it's him." Draco glared at the wall for a moment longer before walking over to the door; when he turned the knob however, it refused to open. "What?"

"I will not stand for your disrespect," a holographic image of Lucius appeared before him, "in order to teach you a lesson, I have locked you in the dungeon, and you shall remain there for one hour. This means that you will not be able to set any further traps for Potter, so you had better hope that the ones you already set are enough to keep him busy for a while. Personally, I hope that he solves the labyrinth; I don't approve of your feelings for the half-blood, and I will do everything in my power to help the Dark Lord capture him once Potter returns to the other realm. Now, as I said you have one hour to think about your disrespect of me; maybe in the future you will keep your thoughts to yourself." The hologram of Lucius faded out, and Draco cursed his father as he stormed around the dungeon room. After ten minutes of raging at his Lucius, Draco sat down and opened a viewing portal so that he could track Harry's progress, all the while plotting ways to get revenge on his deceitful father.
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