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If This Is How You Treat Your Heroes...	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Lucius Views: 96985 -:- Recommendations : 12 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Striding down to the dungeons just before dawn, Albus felt every bit his age. For once, he was floundering as to what to do. Already chaos was reigning in the castle, despite the fact that all the houses were confined to dorms. Owls had been sent, parents wanted answers he didn't have, Umbridge was trying everything in her power to spin this mess, Neville Longbottom was gone and he had almost been hexed by Augusta. Overnight he had received an official Ministry owl that Madam Bones was going to interview him about the accusations she had received. This wasn't good. Up until now, he hadn't had a chance to talk to Severus about what was said in the paper and the Order meeting, but he had to. This put him into a position that he didn't want to be in.

Stopping in front of the door to Severus' quarters, he knocked then the door slid open. Stepping in, he spied Severus sitting in a chair in front of the fire. Saying nothing, he walked over and took a seat himself then said, tone quiet but having a bite to it that it didn't normally contain. “The accusations are true, Severus. The DMLE confirmed the memories are real, from Harry. They took Neville Longbottom in last night to question him because they say they have proof he's another victim.”

Giving a snort, eyes not leaving the fire, Severus sipped his tea, no emotion showing on his face. “Leave it to Mr. Potter to decide to throw a big temper tantrum when he's treated fairly then draw an entire country into it.”

Staring at Severus, Albus wasn't sure what to say. That was denial. Though he hadn't seen the memories yet, he was certain that the steps that had already been taken weren't being done by mere chance that it may be correct. No, this was Severus' way of deflecting. Sighing, stroking his beard, looking down, he said, “I don't know what to say. There is so much at stake here--” that's where he was cut off.

“In other words you're afraid of what I will end up spilling about your plans if I'm hauled in. After all, it won't do for the unwashed masses to know that you're planning to have Potter walk to his own death for the 'greater good', will it?” Severus sneered, looking at the man. “Not to mention all the other dirty tidbits I know about.”

Shaking his head, Albus didn't know what to say to the man. That part was right. Severus knew so much about what was really going on, things that would sound bad if taken out of context, that he would be in real trouble if it were leaked or the DMLE ended up involved.

Looking at the aging headmaster, he snorted then shook his head. “If Potter won't help and is gone, there is nothing they can do. Suspicion will always be there, of course, but I've dealt with that since I started teaching. It will die down and we'll move on. If it's that bad, I can always leave the castle,” Snape told him, setting his cup aside.

Knowing what could come if Severus was out of the castle, Albus sighed and rubbed his eyes some more, but said nothing.

“I thought so,” Severus snorted. “So, I’m a prisoner here. You'll protect me just like you've always done because you know this won't matter to the Dark Lord. That's all that matters to you, isn't it?”

“Severus, you've endangered everything by doing this. There is so much riding on your role and Harry's that you shouldn't have even thought of doing such a thing,” Albus chided. “Harry isn't James. You shouldn't take out your temper of what James did on his son.”

Snarling, Severus looked at him, “You know nothing of what is going on, Albus! Nothing! You don't know what this role is like and the pressure there. Then I come back to this hellhole to teach where suspicion abounds. That's more for you to make sure I'm under your thumb than anything else. So, pardon me if I don't want to hear it!”

Looking at Severus, Albus said nothing, not sure what he could say about it. Instead, he sighed then said, “You can, of course, continue to stay here. However, you'll have to stay in your rooms. You can't be allowed around students. I'll work from my end to see if I can't figure out what is going on or what the DMLE might be doing. We'll work from there when I find out.”

Figuring that's what was going to happen, Severus snorted. Picking up his cup of tea, he took another sip, staring into the fire, completely ignoring the headmaster. However, what he had managed was to get some information he needed. The part about Longbottom was troubling and something he would have to watch out for. If nothing else, he was certain he could keep himself out of Azkaban. After all, he knew enough of what Albus was planning that the Dark Lord would be most interested in it. All he had to do was turn it over and he would be protected.

Looking at Severus, Albus shook his head then stood. He was well aware his spy wasn't going to talk anymore so it wouldn't do to even press the issue. Letting himself out of the room, he began the long walk back to his office, wondering just how bad this was going to be.

Sitting in his office about an hour before breakfast started, Albus was sorting through the many letters on his desk. Owls had been all but streaming in since dawn broke. The British Seer had hit the households of Britain right after dawn broke. It wouldn't be delivered to Hogwarts yet, that wasn't going to happen until breakfast, as was standard. With what he was reading, he was going to have another long day ahead of him. Harry had, apparently, talked about the school in the part of the interview that was running today. What was being said he didn't know, but that's what most of the letters he was reading were pointing to. Nor could he get his hands on a copy yet without leaving the castle. Unlike with the Prophet, he had no pull at all with the Seer so he couldn't get advance copies. Nor could he leave the castle to get a copy with all that was going on. Instead, for once, he was going to have to wait like everyone else to see how bad this was going to get.

Reading yet another parchment from a parent demanding to know what was going on and if the accusations were true, Albus heard his door open. Looking up, he saw Minerva standing there. From the look of pure fury on her face, not to mention her reddened eyes, he stiffened up. “Minerva? What's happened?”

Standing there, looking at the being she had always called a friend, Minerva was at war with herself. The last twenty-four hours had been the thing nightmares were made of and she didn’t know how to deal with much of it. More was coming, she knew that, and had hoped that she could handle it. Now she wasn't sure.

Holding her head up, chin rigid, mouth a tense thin line, she said, brogue more evident than ever, “I just took a Floo-call from Augusta. They managed to break one Obliviation in Neville. It was about an incident from earlier this year and they found plenty more. However, when he was flooded with the memory, he couldn't handle it and had to be sedated. Not wanting to put him through more, she took him home so he could rest. Sometime last night he tried to hang himself. He's now in St. Mungos. I don't know his exact condition, but it's not good. Augusta is now vowing to do what Mr. Potter did and not allow her grandson to help if it's caused this kind of reaction, afraid he can't take it then she will lose him as well.” Stopping, she pursed her lips, fighting her emotions and the tears that were threatening.

Looking down at his desk, Albus rubbed his eyes with a trembling hand, feeling sick. Shaking his head, he told her softly, voice thick with emotion, “I will go see them both when I am able and pass along an offer for help. I don't know what we can do, but whatever she needs we'll assist with.”

“No, you won't. She's made it clear she wants you to stay away, Albus. I will go this afternoon and talk to her.” Minerva told him, tone icy. “She blames you, partially, for this. It's you that brought Severus,” sneering out the name of the former Potions Master like it was a foul curse, she then continued, “into this castle and have protected him ever since. It's you that's allowed him to treat Mr. Longbottom and others with such disdain that her grandson was terrified of him from the first day in that class. It's you that allowed him to continue to do what he did. No, she wants nothing to do with you. However, I'll go talk to her. My house has to be told, Albus. They saw Mr. Longbottom removed last night by Aurors and his grandmother. There will be questions and I will not lie to them about the situation. I won't speak of the assault, but they need to know.”

“Of course, Minerva, handle it the way you feel is best,” the aging headmaster told her gently, looking down.

“We need to talk about what to do about classes today. We are missing two teachers and have no bodies to cover them. You and I are going to be called away to attend to matters that are coming. That leaves us even more thinly stretched. We can't confine the students to the dorms all day because that will just fuel the rumors and cause more issues. However, I don't know what to do. Classes will be chaos with no one being able to focus. What do you want to do?”

Sighing, Albus tried to think. She was right, there were problems. Nor did he have the bodies to cover the positions. And he couldn't. He was going to be dealing with a nightmare anyway. Minerva, too, was going to have to be around to deal with matters aside from teaching. Shaking his head, he said, “For now, we send them to class, other than the two that have no teachers. We'll ask the house ghosts to stay in the dorms and alert us to problems if they arise. All teachers, when not in class, should go to the Great Hall. If there is a problem in the dorms or with overly emotional students, one of the staff in the Great Hall will go attend to it if the head of house is not around. Poppy will be put on call and go where is needed.”

Though that wasn't the best solution, it was about all they had right now so Minerva nodded, saying nothing.

Pushing five parchments that were in a separate pile to the edge of the desk, Albus sighed, “We have five parents coming to get their children today. They are pulling them out until the situation is resolved. The Patil twins, Seamus Finnegan, Cho Chang and Susan Bones.”

Looking dour, Minerva nodded but felt a chill over Susan Bones. That meant that hell was probably coming their way. With who her aunt was, it was a certainty that something was said to her parents. No, this wasn’t good. Nodding slowly, she picked up the parchments then said, tone tight, “I'll get these to the proper heads of houses.” Stopping, she asked, knowing it was coming, “Are the Board of Governors going to be here today? Or haven't you heard yet?”

“Sometime this afternoon, that's all I know,” Albus said, shaking his head. “They have a meeting this morning to discuss the situation then will let me know a time.”

“I'll make sure I'm available,” Minerva said, nodding stiffly.

Stroking his beard, looking at his desk, Albus sighed, “I had better try to fish through the rest of this to see what's there. I'll let you go attend to your duties. If you need a hand, let me know.”

“I will,” Minerva told him. Clutching the parchments, she walked out, trying to get herself under as much control as she could before attending to the nightmare that just kept growing.

Sitting at his desk in the Ministry, Cornelius Fudge look rumpled and tousled. That was unheard of for him. He always prided himself on looking his best, projecting an image of being an efficient, together Minister. Appearance with that was important. Now, well, he wasn't. In fact, he wasn't feeling efficient either. He was feeling panicked, that's all there was to it. Nothing was helping either.

As of now, he had been up for twenty-four hours straight and was only functional due to the Pepper-Up potion he had taken and the large volume of coffee he had ingested. It was for naught though, as it didn't appear there was anything that could be done. Every adviser he had, not to mention Percy, could find nothing he could do to stave off what was happening. Mr. Potter was in France, having been given asylum. He now had a copy of the papers to prove it. Accusations had been made in The British Seer with more to come from the sound of it. The hurricane had come and he was going to be in the middle of the storm. Umbridge had already alerted him to the crisis at Hogwarts and that she had been relieved of her teaching post, not allowed around students due to the accusations about the Blood Quill. Honestly? Of all that had been thrown at him since the night before, that was one of the things he didn't know about! He had told her to do what she thought was necessary in the post, but never thought she would resort to something like that. It was more that was going to come back to bite him from what he had been told by almost everyone.

Scrubbing a hand over his eyes, wanting to go home to get at least a couple hours sleep before he had to come back and deal with more, he didn't know what to do. Denials were going to be made, that's for sure, especially about things like the Blood Quill. As the Prophet was still firmly in his control about what it was printing, what with him leaning heavily on the managing editor, he could get what he wanted out there, but he wasn't that sure it would do any good. The story that came from the Seer was too big and juicy for most of Wizarding Britain to just ignore it.

Sighing, shaking his head, he took another sip of his latest cup of coffee, trying to think. What he wanted was to talk with Lucius. The man always knew a way to go about things, even when they looked bleakest. It wasn't possible though. About an hour ago he had finally managed to get a Floo-call through to a harried looking Narcissa. She said her husband was out of the country attending to some kind of business. Though she said he would be back today and would be at the Ministry, it was for a meeting with the Hogwarts Board of Governors so there was going to be no way to get with the man. With Lucius being on the board, chances were he was going to be tied up most of the day, what with the serious accusations leveled about the things happening at Hogwarts.

Shaking his head, he felt sick about some of the accusations in the paper, both the one the night before and the copy of the newest edition now lying on his desk. If what Potter said was true, heads were going to roll from all directions and the shite was going to splatter, including in his direction. No, that wasn't going to help at all.

Just as he decided to go lie down in a small room off this one on the sofa to take a nap, there was a soft rap at the door then it opened. As it was before normal hours and his secretary wasn't there, he naturally assumed this was one of the many that were still in from the night before dealing with the crisis. Hoping it was one of the ones he used to advise him on things, he looked up. Seeing Madam Bones there, he froze slightly, not liking what might come of such an encounter. Smoothing down his rumpled robes, he asked, “What can I do for you, Madam Bones?”

Stepping in front of the desk, looking at the Minister, serious expression on her face, she said, “I wanted to advise you on the investigation that started overnight. The French DMLE sent us a plethora of memories from Mr. Potter. We've spent the night going through all of them. Criminal charges are looking to be leveled in many directions and other investigations are being launched.”

Taking that in, the Minister nodded, feeling his gut flutter in a bad way. “Do what you must. I would like a copy of those memories, though.”

“No,” she told him firmly, face tightening. “You are not to be privy to what very well could be evidence in a criminal trial. These can only be viewed by a select few because of what is contained and the age of the young man who they came from. That is the law, something I shouldn't have to remind you of, Minister Fudge.”

“Now see here!” He blustered, temper short because of all that had gone on overnight. “I'm the Minster of Magic. I'm allowed to view such things! As Mr. Potter was emancipated by the French Minister of Magic, he's considered a legal adult! I'm allowed to view the memories. I expect copies on my desk within the hour!”

“No,” Madam Bones told him, voice growing cold. “Though emancipated, the age statement in the law is clear. He is underage and you cannot view them. There is also the fact that some of them are of sexual assaults. The law on that is firm as stone. No, Cornelius, you may not see them!” Stopping, she fixed him with a gimlet glare then said, tone a river of acid, “As some of the accusations that have come, and may well pan out, are against you, I'm here to tell you that you may want to contact a solicitor to represent you. I, personally, will be handling all charges being leveled in your direction, and those of the ones under your watch or orders. Though Mr. Potter has made it clear that he won't help us in any way because of what he's suffered at the hands of Albus Dumbledore and yourself, that doesn't mean I can't use those memories to go about this another way. I fully plan to do that. You can expect a summons to the Wizengamot within a few days, Minister. That's all I wanted you to know.” Shooting him another cold look, she nodded her head then swept out, shutting the door behind her a little harder than necessary.

Sitting there, shaking harder than before, Fudge went deathly pale. Scrubbing a hand over his face, panicked, he tried to think. The first thing that came to mind was he had to see those memories. He had to! He had to know what was in them. Second was that his solicitor needed to be contacted. Right now, he didn't know how to go about getting his hands on the memories so he was going for the second. Grabbing his best quill, he scribbled out a note then sent it off. Sleep, though he was beyond tired, just wasn't going to be happening! Now he had to figure out how to work with this and just what to do. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to do some backtracking and an about face on the Potter issue.

Deciding it was time to try, he penned off another letter to the Prophet and called Percy. It was time to make a statement to get it into the morning paper.

Waking up alone, Harry scrubbed a hand over his eyes then looked around. For a moment, he was disoriented, but then remembered where he was. After easing out of bed and taking care of what was needed, he called an elf to see where everyone was. Hearing that Tom was downstairs in the small family room, he made his way there. It was his reasoning that if the Dark Lord himself was here keeping watch, Narcissa and Lucius were busy elsewhere. With what he knew of what had to be going on, that was understandable.

Walking in, he saw Tom pouring over some parchments. Clearing his throat to let the man know he was there, Harry then walked over and plopped onto the sofa, wrapping himself in a beautiful afghan that had been draped over the back of it.

Looking up, Tom smiled at the younger man then said, “Let me send for your breakfast so you can take your potions.” Calling one of the elves, he sent the creature off then leaned back. “Narcissa and Bella are out dealing with something or other, I don't know what. Narcissa told me to impart that she would be back as soon as she can manage.”

Nodding, taking the tray the elf brought, Harry's mind played back over conversations with Tom about Narcissa. Unable to help himself, he gave a tiny grin then asked, tone soft, not its usual humorous bent when it came to the subject, “Should you start panicking now? Or wait until you see what they're up to?”

As this was a running joke about Narcissa and her sister, something Harry was well aware of, Tom gave a snort then grinned before saying, “Probably! Especially since they wouldn't tell me what they were doing.”

“That never leads to anything good for you,” Harry said, looking at him.

“No, normally it doesn't,” Tom conceded, grin growing. “It tells me they're plotting something together. When it comes to those two, I wouldn't hazard to guess what it might be either. Though I do need to be wary, that's for certain!” Actually, he was pleased with the banter. Though hurt, stressed, distressed and not himself, the Harry he knew was still there. It was just going to take time to get him back to somewhere close to what he used to be. No, he doubted that Harry would ever be the same again, part of that was gone forever, but shades were there and it could come. Time was just needed was all. Leaning back, sipping the aromatic coffee the elves had provided him, he said, “I'm also supposed tell you that Lucius will try to come back after the meeting with the Board of Governors to check on you. He said he didn't think it would be a long visit, but he would try. Already they are planning to spend the afternoon at Hogwarts looking into what's going on.”

Nodding, slowly eating, Harry replied, “Alright. If he can, fine, if not, he doesn't need to worry about it. I know he's probably being pulled in all kinds of directions right now.” Though he did like the idea because he felt better with Lucius around. No, Tom and the others weren’t going to hurt him, he knew that, but Lucius was the one that always protected him. Always. There were times he couldn't do much, but he knew the man enough to know that no one, nowhere, would be foolish enough to try anything with him if Lucius were around. That made him feel safe, something he really needed right now.

Saying nothing, Tom looked at the young man. This had to be hard. He knew what Harry felt for Lucius and why the attachment was there. It was also very apparent that the young man felt better when Lucius was around, for obvious reasons. It just wasn't possible right now. Even Lucius knew that, though he wanted to be here and forget the obligations he had. No, it couldn't be done. He would be here when he could, but right now that wasn't possible. “He'll be back when he can, Harry. You know that. After all, he's wrapped so tightly around your little finger, he can barely breathe.”

“He is not,” Harry said, flushing slightly, giving a sheepish grin, at least a tiny one.

“Oh, yes he is,” Tom snorted, grinning himself. “And you haven't encouraged it at all. He just is. He was self wrapping.”

Shrugging, still flushed, Harry dug into his eggs, not looking up.

“It's alright for it to be that way. Lucius adores you for all the right reasons and likes the way this is. It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know.” Tom told him quietly.

“I know, just not used to it still,” Harry told him with a shrug.

“Just enjoy it, Harry. Let Lucius shower you with everything. He adores it and does it for that reason, not for any other,” Tom schooled softly. “It's his way of showing affection, nothing more.”

“Yeah, I kinda' figured that out,” Harry nodded, taking a bite of his toast, looking at Tom.

Nodding, he figured that was all that needed to be said on the topic then pressed on, picking up some parchment that was there. Pretending to read it, he said, tone casual, “And you might want to start figuring out how you want the place decorated. Narcissa and Bella are threatening to pick out color schemes and furnishings.”

Choking on the bite of toast in his mouth, Harry's eyes widened. Knowing Bella the way he did, if he didn't do something, chances were he was going to end up with colors in some rooms that would make his eyes bleed or would have a motif that would give him nightmares for years to come. Oh no, not happening! “I'll sit down with Narcissa today and see what I can come up with.”

“Smart man,” Tom told him with a grin, looking over the top of the parchment. For him, he didn't know how to even begin to deal with whatever Harry was going through so he was pressing for normal, aside from the parts that had to be different. This was, for them, normal. If he went that way, he was sure Harry would start to feel a little better soon and could press on. That was going to be needed. After all, despite trauma, life went on and you had to roll with it. In Harry's case, despite basically hiding from the world for now, it had to as well. At least parts of it did. This was one of those.

Lowering the parchment, he said, “When you get done eating, we'll take a walk around and see what is where then what you like or don't. That'll give you an idea of what you want the elves to do to make the place yours. If you don't, those two will take it upon themselves to do it for you. Nope, we don't want that happening! Let's head them off before they get ideas!”

Knowing that was completely true, Harry nodded. “Alright, when I’m done eating, let's see what is where.”

Pleased with that, Tom nodded then went back to looking at the parchment.

Standing in a small heavily warded park like area in the Forest of Dean, Bella and Narcissa were waiting for their 'guests' to Portkey in. This area was unplottable and heavily protected by magic associated with the House of Black. Since time immemorial when it came to the family, it was here factions met for many negotiations as it was considered neutral ground. Even among parts of the family that were warring at the time, this small area was a place they didn't do that. They couldn't. Spells on it prevented such things to help keep the peace and allow talks to happen without the threat of a battle breaking out. That's what Narcissa was counting on with this plan.

Looking around Bella asked, “Are you sure this is going to work, Cissy? The minute he sees us, he's going to be furious and wands will be drawn.”

“I know,” Narcissa nodded, sighing. “He's not at all calm, never was, but we're safe. He can't do anything to us here. I'm sure he knows that. It's the only way I could think to go about this without putting Harry at risk or exposing him to some that would use the information or let it get back to Dumbledore.”

“Yeah, that's not good. Tom wouldn't be happy with that,” Bella conceded. “You sure he got the summons and Portkey?”

“He got it,” Narcissa confirmed with a nod. “Kreacher was going to make certain of it and behave. He knows to listen to me.”

“I don't trust that elf,” Bella said with a shake of her head.

“I don't either, but it's the only way I had. It'll work, trust me,” Narcissa soothed though, honestly, it was partially to keep herself from second guessing this as well. There was a big chance it could fail, she knew that, but it was the only thing she could come up with that was workable.

“You should have given it some time, Cissy. He's going to be too mad to deal with,” Bella told her sister, fondling her wand and looking around.

“No, it's best to do it now,” Narcissa told her firmly. “If he's left alone too long, he's going to do something foolish, we both know that. Besides, we need help when it comes to someone staying with Harry. He's perfect for this. You know what he's like. No one would be able to try anything. Plus, Harry trusts him. It's something that could help with so many areas.”

Bella was about to point out some of the problems that could come from it when she felt the ancient wards shimmer because of the incoming Portkey. Stiffening, gripping her wand tighter, she waited.

Lifting her chin, making sure she had her normal mask on, Narcissa, too, was clutching onto her wand tightly. Though no spells could be thrown from either direction, it didn't mean that she shouldn't be ready for the worst. Standing there, heart hammering in her chest, she waited for them to appear.

Landing from the Portkey, both Sirius and Remus leveled their wands at the two women in the clearing. Though he knew the magic here wouldn't allow him to do any spells, Sirius didn't care. Snarling, he said, “Alright, start talking, now! What does this have to do with my godson and where the hell is he? And how are you two involved?”

Having expected this, Narcissa kept her cool though her heart was hammering in her chest. Putting her free hand on Bella's arm to make sure her sister stayed calm as well, she said, gently, keeping her tone soft, “Sirius, just calm down. We'll discuss this rationally. If you keep yourself under control, I'll explain what's going on. I assure you, swearing on my magic, Harry is fine, safe and protected. No one, nowhere, can find or harm him.”

“Where. Is. Harry?” Sirius demanded. “Tell me! And how do you know? Explain that to me!”

“Lower your wand and I will,” Narcissa said, looking at him. “This isn't a trick, Sirius. You know that. We couldn't lure you here under false pretenses. The magic of the area wouldn't allow that. Nor will it allow me to lie to you. Harry is fine. He's being protected the best anyone can manage.”

Knowing what Narcissa said was true when it came to the area, Sirius glared at her then lowered his wand. Looking at Remus, he nodded, seeing his old friend do the same. Taking a deep breath, he said, “Alright, explain. Where is he and how are you involved?”

Feeling better now that the wand was down, Narcissa said, “How about I do it a different way? As long as I have your promise that you will allow all of us involved to explain what is going on before you start throwing spells, I'll take you to see him. He's worried about you, Sirius, despite the hell he's going through. You have to give us a chance, though. Give me that promise, as I know you will be bound by it, both of you, and I'll take you to see him. You can't reveal where he is, you know that, but you can see him.”

Without even thinking, Sirius nodded, “You have my word. Now, take me to see my godson.”

“Mine as well,” Remus said, tone firm.

“Alright,” Narcissa said, feeling slightly better. “You need to trust us, Sirius. Count on the magic you know is here and trust us. We'll take you to see him. It's just we have to go about this a strange way is all, nothing more. It's for the protection of your godson, remember that.” Seeing the men nod, she said, gently, “Sirius, you take my arm and have Lupin take Bella's. We'll Apparate you to where we're going to take the Floo from.”

Nodding to Remus, Sirius stepped forward. Taking Narcissa's arm, he said, tone deadly, “There better be no tricks, Cissy.”

Putting a hand over her cousin's arm, Narcissa patted it gently then said, tone calm, “No tricks, Sirius, on my magic.” Glancing over to see that Lupin had a hold of Bella's arm, she nodded to her sister then they Apparated away with a crack.

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