Restoration of Magic | By : Bickymonster & CelticKitsune Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 10396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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AN: Apologies for the slight delay on the release of this chapter, but real life was busy for both of us over the weekend.
Also you might want to check out (if you haven't already) the first of the side stories for the Restoration of Magic Universe. We are calling them "Restoration of Magic: Fairy Tales"
As always, a big thank you to Emily for her help beta-reading this chapter.
16th December 1995
“Harry! Slow down!” Draco shouted as he hurried to keep up with his friend. Harry, however, just ignored him and continued at his quick pace through the corridors. Growling in frustration, Draco moved faster. Reaching out and grabbing Harry’s arm, he pulled his friend to a stop. “Harry, where are we going?” Draco demanded.
“I’m going to see Alais,” Harry snapped. Draco was taken aback by the obvious anger in Harry’s voice. He had seen Harry upset quite a few times, usually over stupid or silly things, but Draco honestly could not remember Harry ever being truly angry before, not like this, and the blond boy found it a little frightening. Harry pulled his arm away from Draco and continued on his way, heading straight out the front door.
“Harry, wait!” Draco called out, running to catch up to Harry again. “Harry, what is going on with you?” he asked urgently, keeping pace with his friend, as Harry headed out into the city. “You’ll get us into trouble!”
“Then go back, Draco,” Harry told him stubbornly.
“I’m not leaving you like this,” Draco said. “I’ve never seen you this angry, Harry. What happened?” Draco asked, but Harry didn’t seem to want to answer as the smaller boy continued walking. Huffing in annoyance, Draco continued keeping pace with Harry, looking around as they hurried along. Harry didn’t say anything, and Draco stopped asking questions, deciding that he would most likely get his answers when they reached their destination.
It had been more than a year since Draco had last followed Harry to Alais’ house, but the route through the city was familiar. He was mostly just thankful that the city was quiet and that they didn’t meet anyone on their way, but he still hung back a little, keeping an eye out as Harry hurried up to Alais’ door to knock..
Harry knocked louder on the door when it wasn’t immediately opened, and Draco frowned, moving up a couple steps. “Maybe she’s not home?” Draco suggested.
“If she’s not home, I’ll just wait inside for her,” Harry insisted, not looking back at his friend as he knocked even louder. The door swung open on his second knock, only it wasn’t Alais who had opened it.
“You make a lot of noise for someone so small,” Rosario said, looking down at Harry, who had taken half a step back.
“Where’s Alais?” Harry demanded.
“Harry!” Draco snapped, shocked at his friend's tone of voice, and obvious disrespect for someone on the high council. He looked back to Rosario. “Sorry, Harry seems to have temporarily lost his mind. I’ll just… I’ll take him home now,” Draco said, walking up the last couple steps to grab Harry’s arm and start pulling him away.
“No!” Harry shouted, ripping his arm away from Draco. “I’m not leaving until I see Alais!”
“Then I suppose the pair of you better come in and explain yourselves,” Rosario said, seeming torn between amusement and annoyance. Harry didn’t wait, and just walked passed Rosario, leaving Draco to stand on the front steps staring after him. “You too,” Rosario said, when Draco didn’t move to follow.
Draco moved slowly passed Rosario, moving to stand next to Harry as his smaller friend looked around. “Where is Alais?” Harry asked, turning to face Rosario again, not seeming to care that the Council Elder had closed and locked the door behind them. Rosario didn’t answer, just looked at a spot behind both the boys.
“He is was very insistent that he see you,” Rosario said. Harry turned back around quickly, looking at the doorway that lead to the kitchen where Alais was now standing.
Harry went to hurry towards her, his instinct to rush to Alais for comfort. However, the memory of the files, of Adrien’s file declaring him dead, of the truth about their origins, stopped him in his steps. He stood there for a moment, staring at her, not really sure what to do with himself, or what to say now that they were face-to-face.
“Harry,” Alais moved forward, most likely to hold him, but Harry retreated the few steps that he had taken; this action caused Alais to also pause. Harry opened his mouth as if he were going to say something, but he closed it again and continued to stare at her.
“I want answers,” Harry finally said. “What really happened to Cedric and the others who ran away? Where is Adrien?” Harry demanded to know. His question seemed to shock the other three people in the room.
“I think, perhaps it would be best if we all sat down,” Rosario said calmly, and Harry turned to glare at her.
“No, I’m not sitting down. I want answers! What happened to Adrien?” Harry asked angrily.
“You seem to already know what happened to him,” Rosario answered, though not unkindly. “And I suspect that you have more questions that you want answered.” Harry scowled and crossed his arms over his chest. “Then I suggest we sit down,” she repeated, gesturing towards Alais’ living room.
“Harry,” Draco quietly implored, tugging on his friend’s arm to get his attention. He wanted to know about what had happened to Cedric, Adrien and the others, but he didn’t want him and Harry to get into even more trouble by defying one of the Council Elders; besides, it sounded as though Rosario was prepared to at least give them some answers if they would just sit down with her.
“Come on, both of you,” Alais said, as she approached them, “let’s all go and sit down.” She put her hands on Harry and Draco’s backs, pushing them gently towards the living room, though Harry rolled his shoulder and shrugged her off. And when Harry sat down, he made sure that he was right next to the arm of the settee and he pulled Draco down to sit on the other side of him.
Alais tried not to look too hurt by Harry’s actions, reminding herself that this was likely for the best given Itham’s plans, and so she took a seat in a chair across from the two boys. Rosario meanwhile, sat at the other end of the settee, watching Harry and Draco curiously.
“Now will you give us answers?” Harry asked impatiently.
“Yes,” Rosario said. “You want to know what happened to Adrien,” she said, and Harry nodded in confirmation. “If we tell you, I expect you to tell us how you found out,” Rosario said, fixing Harry with a stern look. The small boy frowned, but nodded slowly, deciding that it would be a fair trade.
“You know that Adrien left with Cedric, Lee, Angelia and Cho,” Alais said, and both Harry and Draco nodded in confirmation. “Well Cedric, Lee, Angelina and Cho were all found quickly, trying to leave the city. Adrien wasn’t with them.”
“Where was he?” Harry asked, gripping tightly onto Draco’s hand. He knew where this story ended, but he felt a desperate need to know what had happened to Adrien.
“Truthfully, we are not certain,” Rosario admitted. “They had all become separated by the time we located any of them. But Adrien made it further than the others and despite all our efforts, we were unable to find him in time.”
“He’s… dead?” Draco asked disbelievingly, turning to Harry, since it seemed that the smaller boy had already known this, given how he had asked about Adrien directly. The expression on his friend’s face told him the truth of it. “What happened to him? What do you mean you didn’t get there in time?” he asked as he turned to Rosario.
“I am sorry to say, Adrien is deceased,” the Elder told him, her voice soft and apologetic. “We did all we could, but he wasn’t found until the next morning. We all wish he could have been found sooner, but he had an accident, and was badly hurt. Now why don’t you tell me how you found out that something had happened to Adrien,” she said, fixing Harry with an expectant gaze.
“That’s it?” Draco asked, staring at Rosario. “You just found him, and he was already dead?”
“All we know is that he must have fallen and hit his head, added to the fact that nights around here can be chilly, even in the summer, it is not the best environment if you do not know how to survive in the wilderness,” Rosario said, knowing that both boys had the right to be angry about this, after all Adrien’s death had been kept secret for them for months. “I would still like to know how you came across this information, Harry,” Rosario said, turning her attention back to the smaller boy.
“I… I read it,” Harry admitted softly. “I read a lot of things actually.” Harry gave Rosario and Alais an accusing look.
“What else do you know, child?” Rosario asked, fixing Harry with a stern look that had the smaller boy shrinking back in his seat a little bit, but Harry didn’t break eye contact with her.
“I know that we have parents,” Harry stated simply, all but daring Alais or Rosairo to deny it..
“Not this again.” Draco sighed in exasperation, and Harry glared at his blond friend.
“It’s true! I saw it! There were files on each of us, on where we came from. We have parents! They,” Harry said, pointing at Alais and Rosario, “took us from our parents, and brought us here! They STOLE us, Draco!”
“Harry, who else have to you told about this?” Alais asked, sounding worried.
“No one,” Harry said petulantly. “Though I bet Blaise has told Theo by now,” he added a little smugly. “And see, Draco, they don’t even bother to deny it.”
“Why would we deny something, that we have always planned on telling you children anyway?” Rosario said, she was still sitting there calmly watching Harry. “We have always intended for you to return back to the wizarding world when you were old enough, so that you chosen few can return it back to its true glory.”
“So no pressure then,” Draco said sarcastically, a frown on his face.
“Please realise that you were not to be told any of this, until you were much older,” Rosario pointed out. “However, as you have discovered the truth on your own, we have no reason to hide it from you.”
“Then why hide it from us to begin with?” Draco asked.
“Originally it was because we did not want you leaving the city, not before you were ready to face what is in the world out there,” Rosario said.
“Your lessons right now, they should have started covering the history of the Wizarding world,” Alais said, waiting as Harry and Draco nodded their head. “That is because we do not want you to make the same mistakes that past witches and wizards have made. They were corrupted by the power of magic, and the people of the world today don’t even know that they’re doing anything wrong,” Alais pointed out.
“So, you took us from our parents… so we could learn how to use magic properly?” Harry asked, frowning as he tried to wrap his head around everything he was learning today.
“That is part of the reason. We want to teach you, so that when you do return to your own world, you can also teach people there, and start to fix the corruption that has spread across the magical world,” Alais explained.
“Like I said, no pressure,” Draco huffed, leaning back in his seat. Rosario gave the blond boy a small smile.
“Keep up with that attitude of yours, and I believe neither of you will have a problem with this task,” Rosario said.
Draco blinked at her before looking over at Harry. “Was that supposed to be a compliment?” The smaller boy shrugged his shoulders.
“Maybe… encouragement?” Harry suggested.
“My attitude isn’t that bad though,” Draco pointed out. Harry snorted in amusement at Draco’s statement, earning a glare from his blond friend. “What’s so funny?”
“Draco, you always have an attitude,” Harry said giggling and ducking off the settee when Draco raised his hand to hit him, both boys paused when Rosario cleared her throat loudly. “Oh… sorry,” Harry said, settling himself back on the settee as the smile faded from his face once more.
“It’s okay, Harry,” Alais said, giving him a small smile, though she wasn’t surprised when he didn’t smile back. “Was there anything else you needed to know?” she asked, looking from Harry to Draco and back again. Both boys exchanged a look, before Harry shook his head.
“No, I don’t think so,” he said.
“Harry, it’s getting late, we should probably go back. Blaise and Theo are going to be really worried,” Draco pointed out. Standing from his seat, he looked back at Rosario and Alais. “Um… are we going to be in trouble for coming here?” he asked.
Rosario gave Draco a reassuring smile. “No, child, neither of you are going to be in trouble. It is good that you came here to get this information, but I do agree, it is time that you two should leave,” she said, locking eyes with Harry for a moment after she said this. She watched his green eyes widen slightly before the small boy jumped up from his own seat.
“Let’s go, Draco,” Harry insisted suddenly, grabbing the blond by the arm and pulling him quickly toward the door.
“I would suggest staying off the main streets; you will be less likely to be caught if you take the back way around,” Rosario called out just before Harry and Draco disappeared out the front door.
“Harry,” Draco whined, pulling on his friend’s hand to get him to slow down, “Harry… hold up.”
“No, we need to talk to Blaise and Theo,” Harry told him emphatically. “We need to make a plan.”
“A plan for what?” Draco asked in confusion.
“To leave. We have to leave, Draco,” Harry said, sounding almost frantic as he continued pulling Draco along, using the back way like Rosario instructed them to.
“We what?!” Draco almost shouted, but Harry shushed him.
“If we get caught now, we’re going to be in trouble, Draco. I’ll explain when we find Blaise and Theo,” Harry promised.
Draco reluctantly fell silent, knowing that Harry was right, if they were too loud now, being out this late, they were going to be in serious trouble. So Draco allowed Harry to lead him back to them back to the school, determined that he would get answers from Harry once they were safely inside once again.
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Theodore followed Blaise in silent confusion as his friend led him through the corridors of their home. Despite the fact that Theodore had asked his friend what was going on, Blaise had refused to explain anything, only that there was something important that they had to talk about. Harry had been left with Draco in the dining hall, and Theodore had shared a confused look with his mate before he went along with Blaise’s request, as strange as it was.
Theodore raised an eyebrow at Blaise when they came to a stop in front of a tapestry, checking that no one else around before pulling it aside and revealing a door.
“Quick, inside,” Blaise said, as he opened it. Theodore frowned at him, curiosity outweighing his confusion, he ducked inside the hidden room.
“What is this place?” Theodore asked, as he looked around. He turned back to his friend when he heard Blaise closing the door behind them, shutting them in. “A file room?” he asked, taking in the sight of the files and boxes that filled the room. “Blaise, what is going on?” Theodore asked, deciding that it was time that his friend start talking.
“We found this place earlier, Harry and I,” Blaise told him, going over to the shelf that held the files Harry had pulled down earlier. “We were just looking for somewhere to hide, for a little time alone,” he added with a suggestive smirk.
Theodore raised an eyebrow in surprise at the implication. “And you felt the need to bring me to the scene of your crimes to tell me about your first kiss?” he asked teasingly.
Blaise laughed. “Not exactly.”
“So you didn’t kiss him?” Theodore asked curiously, not really following what was going on or what they were doing there.
“Oh, no, I definitely did,” Blaise told him with a full broad grin now, “and it was great; nearly became more than kissing honestly,” Blaise admitted, and couldn’t help the smug smirk at the look Theodore gave him. “But that’s not why I brought you here. When we were kissing, we knocked this shelf,” he explained, reaching up to run his hand over the edge of the files, before pulling one out at random.
“Really, Blaise, just because you witnessed my first kiss with Draco, I do not need the exact details of yours,” Theodore said, crossing his arms over his chest.
Blaise shook his head and turned to fix his friend with a stern glare. “I told you, it’s not about that, now shut up and listen.” Blaise sighed, holding up the folder he had taken off the shelf. “Some of these fell down, and Harry got distracted by reading a few.”
“What are they?” Theodore asked, taking the one that Blaise held out for him. Blaise, however, didn’t say anything, waiting to see what conclusions Theodore would come to on his own. “This is… it’s all about Cassius,” he said, as he flipped to the next page, staring at it with shocked confusion.
“I think there is one here for each of us,” Blaise said, as he pulled down another file, one from next to where he had taken Cassius’ from, and flipped it open. It belonged to Cassius’ mate, Charity, and so he discarded it, moving further along the shelf and removing another that turned out to be Cormac’s. “Think these are in some kind of order,” he said as he put it aside with Charity’s.
“Then we should try to find our own,” Theodore suggested, putting Cassius’ file with Charity and Cormac’s, before taking another from a little further along still. “This is Ron’s,” he said, holding it out for Blaise to see. “Ron Weasley, born 1st March 1980 to Molly and Arthur Weasley and... blimey, he apparently has five brothers. All their names are here!”
“Let me see that,” Blaise said, pulling the file from Theo’s hand before the other boy had finished reading it. Blaise let out a whistle and handed the file back to Theo. “I hardly put any thought into the idea of us having parents, the idea that we might have even bigger families out there… I’m kind of glad Harry didn’t see these files, he’d be running away from the city tonight,” Blaise said.
“You’re saying he’s not ready to run away now? He’s been talking Draco’s ear off with just the IDEA that we have parents. These files confirm that Harry was right all along,” Theodore pointed out, he set aside Ron’s file and grabbed the next one off the same shelf. “Look, this one is Neville’s.”
“Does he have brothers too?” Blaise asked eagerly, wanting to know everything now that they were getting some answers.
“Doesn’t look like it,” Theodore said with a shake of his head. “Only child. Mother, Alice Longbottom in home when taken,” he started reading. “Says here there was a complication though.” Blaise snatched that file from Theodore too. “Seriously, Blaise?” Theodore said in exasperation.
“Shh, I’m reading,” Blaise said dismissively. “Alice Longbottom interrupted the removal, memory and compulsion spells used to keep her from speaking of what she witnessed. Security risk, low. This is all rather disturbing, Theo. They have gone to such lengths to bring us here, and for what?”
“No idea,” Theodore said, already taking the next file while Blaise was occupied, replicating it with a subtle wave of his hand and putting the copy to one side. His face broke out into a grin when he realised whose file he was holding. “This one’s yours,” he told his friend. As expected, Blaise snatched that file from him as well. Theo, however, simply turned and pulled another one from the shelf as the file Blaise was now holding went up in flames.
Theodore smirked as Blaise let out a yell, dropping the file and putting the fire out. “Theo, no! I needed to see that!” Blaise exclaimed, staring at the smoldering pile of ash by his feet.
“You should know by now not to grab things from me,” Theodore said calmly, flipping through the file in his hand.
“But that was MY file, Theo!” Blaise all but shouted, actually stamping his foot. “That was the only clue we had to who my family is, where I came from, even what my full name is,” he pointed out, actually sounding sad now.
“Your name is Blaise Zabini,” Theodore said, still just as calm as he had been. “Born 12th April 1980 to Elladora Zabini, father unconfirmed. Removed from home April 1981,” Theodore said, closing the folder and handing it to Blaise.
“I hate you,” Blaise muttered as he took the file, though there wasn’t really any heat to his words, and Theodore just smiled at him indulgently. “What do you think it means by father unconfirmed? Do they not know who my mother’s mate is?” he asked, sounding confused.
“Maybe if we get out of here one day, you can find your mother and ask her that yourself,” Theodore suggested, his attention already back on the other files. He pulled down several more, the first of which turned out to be Hannah’s, but the next one was his own. “Theodore Nott,” he said, testing out the sound of his own name.
“There’s so much here,” Blaise said, as he pulled down the next few files, finding Pansy’s and then Draco’s. “Maybe we use that clever trick of yours and make copies, and read this properly later,” he suggested. “The last thing we need now is to be caught here.”
“You’re right,” Theodore said as he stacked his own file on top of the two that Blaise was already holding, and taking down another, smiling when he found it to be Harry’s. “We have yours, mine, Ron’s, Harry’s, Neville’s…”
“The two I had were Pansy and Draco’s,” Blaise told him. “Is there anyone else’s that we want to take with us?” Blaise asked looking back at the shelf.
“Probably shouldn’t take too many,” Theodore said, grabbing the last couple of files on the shelf, taking a quick look inside to confirm that they were in fact Hannah, Susan and Terry’s files, before adding them to the stack. “We can start with these, and come back for more later.”
Blaise nodded his agreement. The two of them made sure that there were copies of each file before carefully putting the originals all back where they found them, not wanting anyone to know they had been there. They shrunk the copies they had taken, putting them in their pockets where they wouldn’t be seen, and left the room.
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“Can’t you walk any faster, Rosario?” Alais asked, turning her head to look at the High Council member once again.
“Does it really matter how fast or slow I walk?” Rosario asked, raising an eyebrow at the younger member. She maintained her current pace as they strolled through the city, and she resisted the urge to smile at how impatient Alais was.
“Yes! We need to talk to Itham now!” Alais insisted, hurrying along even faster. They were almost at their destination, and she figured that Rosario would catch up with her. Alais all but ran up the steps of the secondary home, that had been built in the wake of some of the children trying to leave the city.
Itham had spent a lot of time here over the past few months, Alais knew it was because he didn’t trust Arnaldo and Tinasia with the care of the runaway children. So Itham had taken it upon himself to make sure that Cedric, Angelina, Lee, and Cho were not abandoned. And because of this, Itham was usually at the secondary home late into the night.
“Alais?” she heard Itham say, and she turned to smile at him down the corridor. “What are you doing here?” Itham asked. He seemed rather happy to see her as he made his way over toward the younger council member, not noticing Rosario walking up the steps at first.
“Am I interrupting?” Rosario asked, looking pointedly between the pair of them, noting how close to each other Itham and Alais were standing. It wasn’t the first time that she had suspected that there was something more between the two than just their plans to help the wizarding children.
“And Rosario too,” Itham said, turning to look at his fellow High Council member.
“Don’t be daft,” Alais said dismissively, sparing Rosario only a glance before turning back to Itham. “I came to tell you about a rather unexpected visit I had from Harry and Draco earlier this evening.”
“Really?” Itham asked, surprised that Harry would risk further punishment, or that Draco would go along with him. “Were they okay?”
“Harry was furious,” Rosario told him, smiling fondly as she thought of the young boy with such a fiery temper. “It seems that he and Blaise made a discovery today, which included Adrien’s file.”
Itham gave her a crooked, knowing smile. “I can’t imagine how that happened,” he said, barely even bothering to put up a pretense of surprise. “I suppose they were keen to know more about where they came from? About why they had been lied to?”
“They weren’t lied to; we simply withheld some details” Rosario said with a disapproving frown. Alais and Itham shared an exasperated look but said nothing. “But yes,” Rosario went on, “Harry was determined to get answers, particularly about what happened to Adrien. And the other four,” she added, glancing upwards, knowing that the children in question would be there.
“Maybe we should move this conversation down the hall,” Itham suggested, “I don’t want the children overhearing this. They are safe here for the moment, and I would like to keep it that way.”
“Lead the way,” Rosario said, and Itham did exactly that. He took them into a living room area, and the three of them took seats, Alais right next to Itham on the largest of the sofas.
“So tell me how things went with Harry and Draco,” Itham encouraged, hoping that their efforts would mean that Harry, Blaise and maybe some of the others would be ready to leave the city soon.
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19th December 1995
Pansy knew her friends were keeping secrets. Over the past few days, Harry and Draco, along with their two mates, had been acting really strange. She had of course tried to ask them about it, but it was brushed off by Blaise as ‘nothing important’. However, the looks that both Draco and Harry had given the tan boy at that comment had suggested otherwise. Because for once in his life, Harry was not in a talkative mood, Pansy was forced to find out their secret the hard way, by losing sleep so she could stay up and hear if Draco and Harry talked about anything during the night.
While Pansy had not found out anything yet, she had discovered that Harry seemed to have gone back to his old tendency to sneak out at night. This had happened for three nights in a row, and Pansy was ready to forget the whole secret, assuming that Draco and the others were just covering for Harry sneaking off to visit Alais again. That was until the previous night, when she had seen Blaise escorting Harry back into their dorm room, and had even witnessed the two share a heated kiss before Blaise had left Harry and gone to get some more sleep. It had taken all of Pansy’s will power not to bombard her usually talkative friend with questions right then and there.
Pansy had laid awake most of the night after that, deciding on her best course of action. Asking them outright wasn’t an option, staying awake waiting for something to happen had proved not only boring, but all she knew was that Blaise had brought Harry back to their room. This meant the only logical thing to do was to follow Harry when he left the room the next night. So now, she was lying in bed, pretending to sleep, waiting for Harry to move.
It took a frustratingly long time in Pansy’s opinion, though she knew that it was mostly because she had a plan for tonight. But eventually there was a sound of movement, and when she looked over towards Harry’s bed, sure enough, he was slipping out from under his covers and getting to his feet.
She kept herself very still and quiet, not wanting to give herself away, but as Harry slowly meandered his way out of their dorm, she crawled out of her own bed. Pansy hurried to Draco’s bed, and shook her friend awake.
“Wha…?” Draco muttered, rubbing at his eyes with the back of his hand. He looked up and caught sight of Pansy leaning over him, letting out a groan Draco closed his eyes again. “What do you want?” He asked, hoping she would tell him quickly so he could go back to sleep.
“Harry’s gone,” Pansy whispered. It was as if someone had dumped cold water over Draco because in the next second those silver eyes had snapped open and the blond had sat up in bed so fast that he nearly collided with Pansy.
“Where is he?” Draco asked, once he saw Harry’s empty bed for himself.
“If you get up quickly, we can still catch him,” Pansy said, pointing to the still open door.
“If you saw him leave, why didn’t you stop him!” Draco hissed quickly, irritated with his smirking friend. He pushed her aside as he got out of bed and headed toward the door.
“Because then I wouldn’t be able to follow him and figure out what you boys have been up to,” Pansy told him bluntly. Draco sighed wearily as Pansy linked her arm through his as she all but dragged him into the corridor. “Come on,” she said in a whisper, the two of them sticking close to the wall as they headed after Harry, who they could see up ahead.
“Couldn’t you have just asked us,” Draco grumbled under his breath, “preferably when it wasn’t the middle of the night.”
Pansy, however, ignored his comment, her focus on not losing track of Harry. “Where are you going, Harry?” she asked in a rhetorical whisper. Draco rolled his eyes at how ridiculous Pansy was being, and pulled his arm away from hers. Feeling far too tired and wanting to go back to bed, instead of playing Pansy’s stupid games, Draco ran ahead of her before she could grab him again.
“Harry, wait up,” Draco said, attempting to keep his voice as quiet as possible, but still be loud enough that he was sure Harry would be able to hear him. “Harry,” Draco called again as he reached his friend's side.
Pansy sighed and hurried so she could catch up with Draco and Harry. “So much for following him,” she huffed in frustration, wondering if she would have just left Draco asleep and gone by herself.
“Harry, where are you going?” Draco asked, ignoring Pansy’s complaining. Harry didn’t even look at Draco as he continued walking. Draco and Pansy exchanged a concerned look at Harry’s lack of response. “Harry, where are we going?” Draco asked again.
“So you don’t actually know where he’s going either?” Pansy asked.
“Why would I know where Harry goes in the middle of the night?” Draco shot back, narrowing his eyes at her.
“Well, you, Harry, Theo and Blaise are all hiding something from me, and since Harry’s been sneaking out of the room for the past three nights, I thought you were all just covering for him so he could go see Alais again,” Pansy explained.
“I wouldn’t cover for Harry, not when there is the chance he could get into serious trouble again,” Draco snapped, turning his attention back to Harry. “Harry, where are we going?” Draco asked once more, sounding more demanding than the last two times he had asked.
“Leave… we have to leave…” Harry mumbled.
“Leave? Leave where?” Pansy asked, but Harry was silent once again, apparently determined to get to whatever destination he had set in his mind. Sighing, Pansy looked around, trying to get some idea of where Harry was going. “I think he’s going to see Blaise,” Pansy said.
“Why would Harry go see Blaise in the middle of the night?” Draco asked, sounding horrified at the very thought that Harry was sneaking into the boy's rooms at night.
“Well, I saw Blaise bring Harry back to bed last night,” Pansy said dismissively.
“And you thought that NOW was the best time to mention this?” Draco sighed. “Come on, Harry, let’s go back to bed; you can see Blaise in the morning.” Draco reached out and grabbed Harry’s arm, determined to get his friend back to bed, and get answers out of him in the morning. What he wasn’t expecting was for Harry to react as violently as he did. The smaller boy spun and hit Draco as hard as he could, pulling his arm away with a scream that echoed through the corridor.
“Harry!” Pansy exclaimed in shock. Harry was not the type to hurt anyone, let alone Draco. “You okay, Draco?” she asked, as Harry headed off towards Blaise’s dorm once more.
“I’ll live,” Draco assured her, rubbing at his sore shoulder, sure that he was going to have a bruise there tomorrow. “Pretty certain Harry is sleepwalking,” he commented, as he and Pansy followed after Harry once more. It was something that a few of them, including Harry, had done as children, but as far as Draco knew, none of them had been sleepwalking in years. Until now.
“You think,” Pansy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes. “And here I was thinking that Harry made a habit of hitting you.”
Draco threw her a glare, but said nothing and soon they found themselves, as expected, outside their mates’ dormitory. Pansy went to follow Harry inside but Draco grabbed her by the arm. “We can’t go in there,” he said in a horrified whisper.
“Harry did,” Pansy pointed out. “Besides, what do you want us to do, just stand here and wait? You can’t tell me you aren’t curious about what Harry is up to, and what all that leaving stuff he said was about.”
Draco huffed. He already had a pretty good idea what Harry meant by leaving, but he was admittedly curious about why Harry was sneaking into the boy’s dorm, even if it was in his sleep. Pansy stood there, watching Draco for a moment longer, before shrugging out of Draco’s grip and going into the room. She glanced over her shoulder at Draco, letting out a soft giggle at the horrified look Draco was now giving her.
“Well, are you coming or not?” she asked in a hushed voice, going further into the room. Draco grumbled quietly to himself, moving to stand just inside the doorway, determined not to go in any further. Pansy, however, didn’t seem to mind as she wandered further inside. Harry was making his way over to Blaise’s bed, the tan boy seemingly sound asleep, as were the rest of the boys.
“Harry,” Draco hissed, afraid that his friend was going to wake Blaise and the others up. But Harry ignored him, kneeling on the floor next to Blaise’s bed and starting crawling underneath it.
“What is he doing?” Pansy asked, looking back at Draco.
“Why are you looking at me? I have no idea what goes through his mind when he’s awake, let alone when he’s asleep!” Draco growled, turning his attention back to the bed that Harry was currently under. Blaise was rolling over, slowly blinking open violet eyes, before rolling over even further so that he could see Harry’s legs hanging out from under the bed.
“Really Harry… again?” Blaise sighed. He slid out of bed and knelt on the floor so he could see his mate. “I moved them, Harry,” Blaise said, seeming not to have noticed that Pansy and Draco were also in the room tonight.
“Have to leave,” Harry said, wiggling out from under the bed. “We have to leave, can’t stay… have to leave.”
“Blaise…?” Theo’s tired voice could be heard as he was woken up by Harry’s late night visit. “Is it Harry again?” he asked, sitting up to look over at Blaise, but paused as he spotted Pansy and Draco by the door. “And extra company tonight too. What’s going on?”
“We followed Harry,” Pansy explained simply.
“No, you followed Harry, and dragged me along,” Draco insisted, smothering a yawn behind his hand. “What is he doing?” Draco asked, when Harry went to crawl back under Blaise’s bed again. Pansy shook her head, moving over to Neville’s bed, deciding that since she had come all the way over here, she might as well surprise her mate.
“Looking for some files,” Blaise said, waving his hand to throw up a quick silencing spell over Ron and Terry’s beds, before he pulled Harry back out from under the bed, lifting his mate into his lap, holding him close to keep Harry for striking out at him. “It’s me, Harry. Come on, wake up,” Blaise said over Harry’s yells.
“Files?” Draco asked curiously, stepping into the room just enough to shut the door. If they were actually going to talk then he didn’t want to be caught there, and he hoped a closed door would buy them a little time.
“What’s going on?” Neville asked sleepily, as he sat up, looking confused, particularly at the fact that his mate was all but in his bed. And that Harry was struggling against Blaise’s hold, sounding quite upset.
“Theo and Blaise are about to tell us about the files that Harry has been sleepwalking here to find,” Pansy told him. “So, what are these files?”
“Harry knows about the files?” Neville asked, looking over to Blaise and Theo.
“Wait, YOU know about the files?” Pansy asked. “Am I the only one who doesn’t know?” She asked, looking from Neville to the others in the room.
“I haven’t seen them myself,” Draco said. “But Harry mentioned something about them, when we went to see Alais the other day,” Draco admitted..
“You mean the day that Harry and Blaise vanished for hours?” Pansy asked, raising an eyebrow at her blond friend.
“Enough about the files,” Theodore said with frustration, getting out of bed and going over to the wardrobe to fetch them. “Let’s just show them already. They need to know anyway if we really are going to leave,” he said as he pulled them out and dropped them on top of his own bed.
Pansy moved from where she was sitting next to Neville to go see what all the fuss was about these files. Draco remained where he was, watching Harry, who had finally stopped fighting against Blaise, and seemed to be waking up.
“Blaise… what…?” Harry frowned, looking around the room, seeming confused as to how he got there, and that Draco and Pansy were there with them.
“It’s okay, Harry. You were sleepwalking again,” Blaise explained.
“I don’t remember…” Harry admitted, looking up at Blaise. “Why do I keep coming here? Was I after the files again?”
“Yes, you were,” Blaise said, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around Harry. “But I think we should really do something about this,” Blaise said, looking serious. “I’m afraid of what’s going to happen if you get your hands on those files, or worse, if you decide that coming here isn’t working, and go back to that room to get what you’re after instead.”
“I… I think I would just leave,” Harry admitted softly.
“Yes, but why now?” Theodore asked, having been listening to the conversation.
“I don’t know!” Harry said, sounding frustrated, and maybe a little scared. “All I know is that we have to leave; we have to get out of here. I don’t know why, I just… I just feel like we have to,” Harry admitted, running a hand through his hair.
“You started acting strange after we left Alais’ house,” Draco pointed out.
“I don’t think that has anything to do with this,” Blaise said, running his fingers through Harry’s hair trying to soothe his mate. “And even if it does, it doesn’t matter right now. What matters is what we’re going to do.” Blaise closed his eyes with a small sigh.
“What do you mean?” Neville asked, moving so he was sitting on the edge of his bed, Pansy next to him..
“Harry wants to leave this place bad enough that he has started sleepwalking,” Blaise pointed out. “So as far as I am concerned, the only way to put a stop to this is to just leave.”
“Are you insane?” Draco all but yelled, eyes wide as he stared at Blaise, then looked to Harry, who also seemed quite surprised by Blaise’s suggestion. “We can’t leave!” Draco insisted. “Rosario and Alais told me and Harry that Adrien died when he tried to leave!” Draco was realising that it was already too late to talk them out of leaving, just from the determined look Blaise had, but he had to say something.
“Draco, calm down,” Theodore said, as he stood and went to his mate. As he wrapped his arm around the blond, Draco leaned into him. “We are not going to die, and we won’t get caught,” Theodore stated confidently.
“What makes you so sure?” Draco asked, looking up at his mate, wanting more reassurance than simple words.
“We have more information than they did. The folders have the names of our parents, and where they all live,” Theodore pointed out.
“Really?” Draco exclaimed, glancing over to Pansy, who was still poring over the files on Theodore’s bed. She just nodded in confirmation, and Draco returned his attention to his mate, fixing Theodore with an annoyed glare. “And you didn’t tell me because…?”
“We were going to,” Blaise said from where he was still sitting on the floor, holding Harry.
“Blaise and I have been forming a plan over the past few days. We just haven’t had the time to talk to any of you,” Theodore explained. “But I promise we are not just heading off to run blindly into the wilderness.”
“So there’s a plan?” Draco asked hesitantly, looking hopeful. Theodore nodded, brushing a few blond strands of hair from Draco’s face.
“Of course there is,” Theodore smiled, pulling Draco close. “Blaise and I would never put you or Harry at risk by just running into this blindly. I had hoped we would have more time, but Blaise is right, we need to act soon.”
“So when were you all planning to leave?” Pansy asked, taking a seat on Theodore’s bed. Neville moved over to her side, a gentle hand on Pansy’s back. She pushed the files to one side for the moment; as fascinating as they were, she didn’t want to miss any details of what the boys were planning.
“You’re coming too,” Harry stated, looking over at her and Neville. He frowned deeply when Pansy shook her head. “You both have to come too!” Harry said insistently. “The plan includes them too, doesn’t it?” he asked, turning to look at his mate accusingly.
“Of course it does,” Blaise assured him.
“It’s not that I don’t want to go. This sounds like a potentially brilliant adventure waiting to happen! ” Pansy told them, touched that they wanted to include her and her mate. “But think about it for a moment. No matter how good Theo and Blaise’s plan is, if we all vanish at once, they’re going to catch us, just like they did with Cedric and the others,” Pansy said.
“We would go at night,” Theodore told her.
“And so did Cedric and Adrien,” Pansy pointed out, her voice becoming sad as she spoke the latter. “We will help you guys get out, of course, but surely it would be better if just the four of you went. At least until we know more.”
“Pansy is right,” Neville agreed, looking at his mate and practically radiating pride. “I am, of course, curious about my parents, my family, just as you all are, and I would love to meet them. However, I have spent the last few days listening to the plans that Blaise and Theo have been making, and I don’t think they’re going to work, not without a distraction,” Neville said sadly.
“We can’t ask someone to be a distraction for us,” Blaise said, narrowing his eyes, not liking that idea at all. He knew it might help, but it felt so wrong to leave Pansy and Neville behind, particularly if the two of them might end up in trouble.
“Well, you’re not asking, I’m telling you,” Neville said firmly, flashing Blaise and Harry a fond smile. “You know as well as I do that you’re not going to get anywhere, not without help.” Neville paused and it was clear that none of the others knew what to say. “Besides,” he added with a sly grin, “it’s not like we can’t follow you later. And maybe you can even bring back help to get us out too.”
“Maybe we can find your parents and bring them to you,” Harry suggested eagerly. Neville chuckled, nodding his approval of that idea.
“We’re really going to leave?” Draco asked, huddling closer to Theodore. The whole idea made him nervous, and it was hard to think straight when he was so tired. He really did need his full night’s sleep, and so all he could think at the moment was that one of them might be the next Adrien, the one to misstep and have an accident, to not be found in time.
“Yes, Draco, we are really going to leave,” Theodore said, tightening his hold on Draco.
“Okay,” Pansy spoke again. “You still haven’t answered my question though; when is this all going to be happening?” she asked, looking between Theodore and Blaise, since the two of them seemed to be the ones in charge of this whole scheme.
“We hadn’t really gotten that far in the planning,” Theodore admitted. “But I was thinking-”
“Tonight,” Blaise said suddenly, earning surprised looks from everyone in the room. “I want to leave with Harry tonight, I can’t let him have another sleepwalking episode. If he’s caught, or he doesn’t come here tomorrow night, we might not get another chance,” Blaise said.
Harry looked up at Blaise. He knew his mate was serious, they would be leaving tonight, with or without Draco and Theo. Turning his attention away from Blaise, Harry locked eyes with Draco. His blond friend looked scared.
“Draco,” Harry said, waiting until those silver eyes were locked on his own, “Blaise is right, we have to leave, and I really need you with us.”
Draco clung tighter to Theo, but nodded his head slowly in agreement. “Okay,” the blond said softly, for as scared as he was of leaving, he was more scared of being left behind, while Harry and Blaise were off in some unknown place.
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