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Draco's Time	By : knj4k4 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 11363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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AN: Its no longer the weekend so here is a new chapter. Hurray!
Chapter 8: Failures, or Finding Peter
When he returned to school Draco found out that Harry had received an invisibility cloak from an unknown person, which explained to Draco how the first Harry had traveled around at night so well, and a picture book from Hagrid of his parents. Draco and Harry spent hours going through all the pictures and Draco helped him identify the occupants.
Harry had, had no luck finding out who Nicholas Flamell was and so Draco and he traveled down to Severus’ office to ask him.
Harry was nervous and so Draco smiled at him gently while knocking on the door.
“Enter.”
Draco entered first but held the door for Harry.
“Uncle Sev.” He began alerting his Uncle that this wasn’t a school related issue and clueing to Harry the source of his ease.
“I told you not to call me that brat.” His tone was warm, well warm for Severus, so Draco ignored him.
“I was thinking about one of the names I came across in my research, but I can’t find it anywhere.”
Draco’s uncle rolled his eyes, but put down the scrolls he was grading and listened.
“Nicolas Flamell?”
Severus’ eyes narrowed but Draco portrayed nothing but curiosity. Harry was busy examining the things on the wall and pretending not to listen. They had discussed this. If Severus thought Potter wanted to know anything, he’d just make it difficult.
“And where exactly did you discover this name?”
Draco shrugged, “I was looking at properties of the metal in the caldron and how they change the potion when his name came up.”
This was a risk. Harry could ask how he knew that much, but if Draco didn’t give his Uncle a satisfactory answer, they’d never get their information.
“Hmm. Well Nicholas Flamell is a brilliant Alchemist. You can look him up in 100 Greatest Alchemists of all Time
Draco nodded and thanked his uncle. Harry nearly ran to the library and once they found the book, Draco passed the time watching Harry read. Harry glanced at him curiously occasionally but it wasn’t until after they found the information that the boy questioned his nonchalance.
“Here it is, it says Nicholas Flamell is the creator of the Sorcerers Stone.” Harry did a cross reference and found out what that was.
“So Draco, why aren’t you curious?”
“I am! But there’s only one book and I am hardly going to read over your shoulder. You’d find it and tell me eventually.”
Harry narrowed his eyes but after a few moments, dropped it.
They decided that there was little they could do to prevent Quirrell from getting the stone but they took turns checking the door, reassuring themselves that there was no music behind it. Draco got a few of the Ravenclaws that owed him to do it when he couldn’t.
Draco knew the man would wait until Dumbledore was busy for a few days and that they had at least a few months before he would be desperate enough to create the situation himself.
He decided to begin another plan and had some Ravenclaws cash in favors in return for other people’s precious things he’d asked for. He used older Ravenclaws, as the questions they asked needed a more risky favor to compensate.
Granger’s favorite book.
Finnigan’s not so secret flask.
Pansy’s make up kit.
This way when he asked one of them to bring him Weasley’s rat, no one questioned anything.
With Pettigrew in hand, and after he cast his new tracking spell on the rat just in case, Draco began his newest trick. If he simply sent the rat to the ministry then there would be no record, also The Weasel would probably accuse him of theft. Instead he waited and at a for-planned cue Stephen Cornfoot said rather loudly.
“Hey isn’t that Weasley’s rat?”
Draco patted it on the head and fed it some of his food. He easily squashed his disgust at feeding the thing with the look of rage on The Weasel’s face as he stormed over to him.
“Malfoy!!”
“Yes?”
“Give me my rat!!” he screeched.
Draco chuckled. McGonagall and Severus were already on their way down, perfect. “I don’t see your name on it. How do I know it’s yours? I found him. I say he’s mine.”
Just as the teacher’s reached them Draco said, “Well I found an identity spell that should tell us if he is indeed your rat.”
Draco had found a spell that flashed a name tag over a pet or person. The name flashed would be the name the one cast on thought of themselves. It was handy because if the pet was an animagus then it would flash both names.
Draco cast it, ignoring The Weasel’s shout of rage.
Peter Pettigrew
Scabbers
It flashed in bright yellow above the rat’s head and Draco blinked repeatedly.
“What did you do to Scabbers? Who is Peter Pettigrew?”
At that name, the McGonagall gasped and pulled the rat from Draco’s hand. It was screeching and scratching her hand and Severus stunned it.
“Headmaster’s office?” Severus questioned and the old woman nodded.
Draco pursed his lips he wanted to see the body. Instead he made gestured to Cornwell to make a scene.
“Who is it? Who’s Peter Pettigrew? Why is he pretending to be a rat?”
Draco nodded when the Professors stormed in mass out of the Great Hall leaving the prefects to calm the masses.
“That’s two I think.” Draco told the other boy.
“Yes!” Cornfoot threw a fist into the air. “I only owe you one more and then I’m free, free, so free,” He broke into song and Draco sneered at him and left to find Harry.
The boy was seated, serenely eating his dinner and Draco rolled his eyes.
“You okay?”
“Yea why wouldn’t I be? Why did you work so hard to get Ron’s rat?”
Draco shrugged not about to talk about it where anyone could hear. Harry nodded and dropped it.
“Do you know the name that flashed?” Harry asked instead.
Draco nodded and looked at him carefully. “Yes, he was supposed to be dead. He was killed by Sirius Black along with 13 muggles.”
Harry hummed around his potatoes. “So if he’s not really dead then this Black man didn’t kill him?”
Draco shrugged again, but they sent each other shrewd glances. Draco, of course, knew there was more to it, and Harry would expect him to be curious about this development.
Draco followed Harry to the library and ‘found’ the book that mentioned Pettigrew’s death.
“It says here that Sirius Black was arrested at the site of a magical explosion that killed Peter Pettigrew and thirteen muggles. He was laughing.” He glanced up and Harry waved him on.
“They say here that Black had just betrayed…The Potters… to Lord Voldemort and was trying to kill their friend too.” Draco shook his head in faked confusion.
“Why was this Pettigrew important, he’d already betrayed the Potter’s? No offence.”
“None taken. So Black is the reason my parents are dead?” Draco shrugged and patted his friends arm. Harry looked sad but not broken up.
“That’s what is says here…” He trailed off; they’d already had many discussions on the incorrect nature of most history books. Harry nodded to his unspoken comment.
“How did he betray them? Does it say?”
Draco glanced down at the book and then shook his head.
“Well who would know?” Harry asked.
Draco thought for a moment, McGonagall knew, and Dumbledore knew, and Severus knew but it wouldn’t be a true account.
“Maybe there’s a transcript for the trial.” Harry said after moments of silence.
Draco’s eyes widened. Perfect. There wasn’t a trial. That would make Harry very suspicious.
After nearly an hour of searching they decided to owl a ministry employee.
Draco was rather put out that the Professor’s came back for lunch and made no announcement about Pettigrew.
There was still no word on Pettigrew by the next morning’s mail when the reply to their letter came. Harry rushed over to show it to him.
Dear Mister Potter,
Your request for the Transcripts for the Sirius Black trial has been noted. We are at this time unable to locate any record of a trial. Rest assured we will get to the bottom of this.
Madam Bones
Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Draco and Harry each found the letter important for different reasons. Draco wanted to know why the Department Head was writing about it, and Harry wanted to know how transcripts could get lost. Something dark shined in Harry’s eyes, but the boy went about his day as though nothing had changed. Draco on the other hand was worried. Harry hadn’t spoken about it at all. Eventually Draco forced Harry to tell him what was in his mind.
“It’s just, this man was supposed to have killed my parents, or been responsible for their death. But if he never got a trial…”
Draco cut him off. “But you don’t know he never got a trial. They could have just lost it.”
Harry growled at him, “What kind of a place is this? How can you lose the proof of a trial?”
Draco shook his head and shrugged. Harry ranted for a while and that seemed to calm him down. The dark gleam in his eye disappeared and Draco breathed easier.
Draco underestimated Quirrell and his failure cost them.
He woke up the next morning and when Harry didn’t show up for breakfast or any of their classes, ran to Sprout for his location.
He was in the infirmary.
Someone had pushed him down the stairs while Harry was exploring at night. As he watched his love breath broken on the infirmary bed, rage unlike what he felt even when Harry died, welled up inside him.
He knew it was Quirrell and while he sat there, Draco tried to come up with a plan. This hadn’t happened before.
He came to the conclusion that by saving Harry at the Quidditch match he had prevented his uncle and Dumbledore from knowing the man was after Harry.
Because of this, they hadn’t been watching. At least now they were alert, hopefully.
He stayed with Harry until Madam Pomfrey kicked him out and then he summoned the invisibility cloak from where it fell during Harry’s attack.
Draco understood that Harry must have been wearing it and filed Voldemort’s ability to see through the cloak away for further contemplation. There must be a ritual or a spell that both Voldemort and Dumbledore had done to have the ability.
Harry was back after only a night in the infirmary but had no memory of the attack due to head wounds. Draco checked him for obliviate’s anyway; nothing.
Draco explained what he concluded and both boys tried to come up with a plan to get revenge on the DADA Professor. They also researched into rituals, but found nothing that could allow them to see through invisibility cloaks.

An: The ending is fast, but I wasn't interested in writing a detailed attack and such things. Its simply there to create backgrownd for other things.
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