Against a Sea of Troubles
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Against a Sea of Troubles
Title: Against a Sea of Troubles
Author: Siriusly Severed (Becky)
Archived: So far, this story is posted ONLY HERE.
Summary: Harry asks Draco to join the Order of the Phoenix as a spy, but will he do it? If he accepts, what consequences will he face?
Rating: R
Pairings: HP/DM, for now. I'll warn you if I decide to toss in another pairing.
Feedback: I wear reviews like Luna wears butterbeer caps, so I'm seeking lots and lots of pretty, shiny reviews. I feed off of constructive criticism, you know.
Beta’s: Be nice; I have no beta. Beta my own work I do.
Author Notes: (See bottom of chapter.)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his associates do not belong to me, but to the fantastically creative J.K.Rowling. I am making no profit from these scribblings.
"Against a Sea of Troubles"
by Siriusly Severed
I.
The leaves crunched under the feet of the dark figure as it moved up the cobblestone path. The wind whistled through the branches of the trees, accompanying the nocturnal symphony of owls and crickets. Drawing his cloak closer to himself against the chill, Harry Potter made his way to an old, broken-down cottage at the end of the path. If the information he had been given was correct, he was infinitely closer to finding the very thing for which he had been searching for so long.
Noting the lack of wards about the area, Harry drew his wand, preparing himself for an unexpected attack. Lifting the latch on the front door, he cautiously stepped inside. Sensing no immediate danger, the young wizard drew his wand back into his sleeve. His level of alertness had not wavered.
Stepping cautiously through an open door, he came upon the cottage’s inhabitant.
There, sitting in an armchair dragged up close to the blazing fire, was the one he’d been searching for. Harry moved forward to come into the peripheral vision of the wizard in question, surprised that the man hadn’t heard him enter. Perhaps he’d learned to sleep with his eyes open? Harry came to a stop directly in front of the other man, his backside so close to the fire that he could feel the tickling heat clear up to his neck. Squatting a bit, Harry waved his hand in the wizard’s face. Finally, he elicited a reaction.
Blinking, Draco Malfoy let himself stare in disgust at the person who had interrupted his daydream. “What the hell are you doing here, Potter?” he snarled.
Silence. Harry drew a chair up to the fire beside Draco.
“Well?” The blonde wizard was becoming increasingly annoyed.
Looking up at his childhood nemesis, Harry Potter drew a deep breath and began. “Draco, I have been sent on behalf of the Order of the Phoenix to recruit you and your services for the side of the Light.”
Gray eyes narrowed, the owner of them unwilling to trust the man sitting before him. “Really, Potter? And just what services would I be expected to provide?”
Harry was undaunted by Draco’s negative attitude to his suggestion. “We know you are Marked. The Order wants you to join us as a spy, a double agent.” Seeing the other wizard’s brow furrow, he continued. “You would be fully compensated for your troubles, if that makes any difference.”
The blonde sneered. “There is no price that you can put on my life, Potter.”
“What about your soul?”
Dumbfounded, Draco looked over at Harry only to see that the other man was gazing intently into the fire, the shadows flickering over his handsome face.
“I am irredeemable.”
Harry’s gaze returned to Draco’s face, stunning him with the sudden attention of his bright green eyes.
“You think you are irredeemable? You were given the chance to kill Albus Dumbledore, yet you did not. Clearly, your conscience was good enough to make the choice not to take a man’s life. Doesn’t this mean anything to you?”
“Leave me alone, Potter.”
“Draco…”
“I said, LEAVE! I am in too deep as it is for you to ask this of me! One mistake, Potter, and it would be my life.”
Harry stood up from his chair and moved behind Draco. Bending over, his lips hovered just beside Draco’s ear. “And what of your mother? How do you plan on protecting her in your current situation?”
Draco bolted up to turn and face Harry. “Leave my mother out of this, Potter!”
“If you joined us, we could take your mother into hiding from any danger. It is the only way to guarantee her survival. How long do you think she’ll survive with Lucius back at home?”
“My father would never --”
“Are you sure, Malfoy?” Harry looked at Draco with a countenance of disgust. “Haven’t you noticed the bruises on her face? Haven’t you noticed how pale she’s become?”
“She is not--”
“She’s slowly wasting away. If you don’t let us help her…”
The blonde’s face tilted down toward the floor. In the darkness, Harry couldn’t tell, but Draco appeared to be crying.
“Potter…” he growled. “Leave me be. If your conscience gets to you, by all means, help my mother. But do not, under any circumstances, guilt me into your service! I serve one master already; I do not need another.”
“Draco--”
“I never gave you the permission to call me by my given name. Leave now, or suffer the consequences of cornering a desperate Death Eater.”
Shoulders hanging in resigned disappointment, Harry turned to leave the hovel. Upon reaching the door, he faced Draco. “Tomorrow, the Order will approach your mother with the offer to take her into hiding. We will leave her alone if she refuses, but just know that if at any time you’d like to accept our offer, we can help the both of you.”
Draco returned to his chair before the fire, ignoring the retreating wizard.
“Remember this, Draco.”
Before Draco could protest the use of his name, Harry Potter left, his requests have fallen on seemingly deaf ears.
The flames of the fire shined unsteadily against the stone of the fireplace. A log crackled and collapsed and the flame grew smaller. Before long, the conflagration ceased to blaze, leaving the wizard in darkness, for he had not moved from his spot.
He put himself in a tight spot, one which was growing tighter by the day. On one side, there was his father and the Dark Lord and the destruction of his immortal soul. There was little remaining down this path for him. On the other side, however, was his salvation along with the possibility of his death.
A choice that should have been made in an instant is not always the easiest to make, for there are always two equally arguable sides to each problem. To remain on the side of the Death Eaters could very possibly mean the destruction of the remaining good left in the Wizarding World. To sell himself to the Order of the Phoenix would provide invaluable help to the Light, and quite possibly bring about a positive end to the war.
Either way, Draco could die, so what was there to lose?
Tomorrow, he would find Potter. For now, Draco would wallow in his self-pity.
Author's Note: This is the first of (hopefully) numerous chapters. I'm not quite sure where I want this to go just yet, but I will DEFINITELY be continuing. Five brownie points go to the first person to guess where I got the title from (think English literature). Please RATE AND REVIEW!
Thanks for reading (at least the first chapter...),
-SS-
Author: Siriusly Severed (Becky)
Archived: So far, this story is posted ONLY HERE.
Summary: Harry asks Draco to join the Order of the Phoenix as a spy, but will he do it? If he accepts, what consequences will he face?
Rating: R
Pairings: HP/DM, for now. I'll warn you if I decide to toss in another pairing.
Feedback: I wear reviews like Luna wears butterbeer caps, so I'm seeking lots and lots of pretty, shiny reviews. I feed off of constructive criticism, you know.
Beta’s: Be nice; I have no beta. Beta my own work I do.
Author Notes: (See bottom of chapter.)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and his associates do not belong to me, but to the fantastically creative J.K.Rowling. I am making no profit from these scribblings.
"Against a Sea of Troubles"
by Siriusly Severed
I.
The leaves crunched under the feet of the dark figure as it moved up the cobblestone path. The wind whistled through the branches of the trees, accompanying the nocturnal symphony of owls and crickets. Drawing his cloak closer to himself against the chill, Harry Potter made his way to an old, broken-down cottage at the end of the path. If the information he had been given was correct, he was infinitely closer to finding the very thing for which he had been searching for so long.
Noting the lack of wards about the area, Harry drew his wand, preparing himself for an unexpected attack. Lifting the latch on the front door, he cautiously stepped inside. Sensing no immediate danger, the young wizard drew his wand back into his sleeve. His level of alertness had not wavered.
Stepping cautiously through an open door, he came upon the cottage’s inhabitant.
There, sitting in an armchair dragged up close to the blazing fire, was the one he’d been searching for. Harry moved forward to come into the peripheral vision of the wizard in question, surprised that the man hadn’t heard him enter. Perhaps he’d learned to sleep with his eyes open? Harry came to a stop directly in front of the other man, his backside so close to the fire that he could feel the tickling heat clear up to his neck. Squatting a bit, Harry waved his hand in the wizard’s face. Finally, he elicited a reaction.
Blinking, Draco Malfoy let himself stare in disgust at the person who had interrupted his daydream. “What the hell are you doing here, Potter?” he snarled.
Silence. Harry drew a chair up to the fire beside Draco.
“Well?” The blonde wizard was becoming increasingly annoyed.
Looking up at his childhood nemesis, Harry Potter drew a deep breath and began. “Draco, I have been sent on behalf of the Order of the Phoenix to recruit you and your services for the side of the Light.”
Gray eyes narrowed, the owner of them unwilling to trust the man sitting before him. “Really, Potter? And just what services would I be expected to provide?”
Harry was undaunted by Draco’s negative attitude to his suggestion. “We know you are Marked. The Order wants you to join us as a spy, a double agent.” Seeing the other wizard’s brow furrow, he continued. “You would be fully compensated for your troubles, if that makes any difference.”
The blonde sneered. “There is no price that you can put on my life, Potter.”
“What about your soul?”
Dumbfounded, Draco looked over at Harry only to see that the other man was gazing intently into the fire, the shadows flickering over his handsome face.
“I am irredeemable.”
Harry’s gaze returned to Draco’s face, stunning him with the sudden attention of his bright green eyes.
“You think you are irredeemable? You were given the chance to kill Albus Dumbledore, yet you did not. Clearly, your conscience was good enough to make the choice not to take a man’s life. Doesn’t this mean anything to you?”
“Leave me alone, Potter.”
“Draco…”
“I said, LEAVE! I am in too deep as it is for you to ask this of me! One mistake, Potter, and it would be my life.”
Harry stood up from his chair and moved behind Draco. Bending over, his lips hovered just beside Draco’s ear. “And what of your mother? How do you plan on protecting her in your current situation?”
Draco bolted up to turn and face Harry. “Leave my mother out of this, Potter!”
“If you joined us, we could take your mother into hiding from any danger. It is the only way to guarantee her survival. How long do you think she’ll survive with Lucius back at home?”
“My father would never --”
“Are you sure, Malfoy?” Harry looked at Draco with a countenance of disgust. “Haven’t you noticed the bruises on her face? Haven’t you noticed how pale she’s become?”
“She is not--”
“She’s slowly wasting away. If you don’t let us help her…”
The blonde’s face tilted down toward the floor. In the darkness, Harry couldn’t tell, but Draco appeared to be crying.
“Potter…” he growled. “Leave me be. If your conscience gets to you, by all means, help my mother. But do not, under any circumstances, guilt me into your service! I serve one master already; I do not need another.”
“Draco--”
“I never gave you the permission to call me by my given name. Leave now, or suffer the consequences of cornering a desperate Death Eater.”
Shoulders hanging in resigned disappointment, Harry turned to leave the hovel. Upon reaching the door, he faced Draco. “Tomorrow, the Order will approach your mother with the offer to take her into hiding. We will leave her alone if she refuses, but just know that if at any time you’d like to accept our offer, we can help the both of you.”
Draco returned to his chair before the fire, ignoring the retreating wizard.
“Remember this, Draco.”
Before Draco could protest the use of his name, Harry Potter left, his requests have fallen on seemingly deaf ears.
The flames of the fire shined unsteadily against the stone of the fireplace. A log crackled and collapsed and the flame grew smaller. Before long, the conflagration ceased to blaze, leaving the wizard in darkness, for he had not moved from his spot.
He put himself in a tight spot, one which was growing tighter by the day. On one side, there was his father and the Dark Lord and the destruction of his immortal soul. There was little remaining down this path for him. On the other side, however, was his salvation along with the possibility of his death.
A choice that should have been made in an instant is not always the easiest to make, for there are always two equally arguable sides to each problem. To remain on the side of the Death Eaters could very possibly mean the destruction of the remaining good left in the Wizarding World. To sell himself to the Order of the Phoenix would provide invaluable help to the Light, and quite possibly bring about a positive end to the war.
Either way, Draco could die, so what was there to lose?
Tomorrow, he would find Potter. For now, Draco would wallow in his self-pity.
Author's Note: This is the first of (hopefully) numerous chapters. I'm not quite sure where I want this to go just yet, but I will DEFINITELY be continuing. Five brownie points go to the first person to guess where I got the title from (think English literature). Please RATE AND REVIEW!
Thanks for reading (at least the first chapter...),
-SS-