Harry Potter and the Royal Veela

Rating: NC-17 for upcoming chapters
Pairing(s): Undecided yet. (or I just don’t want to let you know at the moment^_^)
Feedback: Yes please give me feedback, but please don’t if you going to be mean.
Characters: Well, its almost all of them, but most of the story is around Harry, Ron, Hermonie, Ginny, Draco, etc.
Betas:I like to introduce my amazing beta EROS!!!! ^_^ Thank you for all your help.^_^
Author’s notes: Ok this is my very first fan fiction, so if I make mistakes on the characters I’m sorry. This story of Harry Potter follows the original in some ways but I put a lot of my own stuff in it too.




Takes place after the battle with Voldemort, Harry missing Voldemort is destroyed. This story is yaoi or will be in up coming chapters, if you don't agree with it don't read it. The pairing is pretty obvious. WIP,Yaoi,Inc,Anal,Lemon,MaleDom,MPreg




Chapter 11 - Bedside Manner


Poppy Pomfrey waved her wand slowly over the sleeping patient once again shaking her head in disappointment at the trio of men glaring at each other.

" If anyone cares to know," She turned her stern gaze to the man; with straight shoulder length black hair and Hogwarts robes, that had insisted on coming with her. " By some miracle the boy's wound has healed itself; thank Merlin, because with the injuries he had and the blood lost…my magic could not have saved him alone."

She watched as various emotions washed over the man's face, guilt, sorrow, worry, then finally anger as he turned back to the two men he had previously been glaring at. " I'll see you thrown back into Askaban for this you mange-"

" Me! He's the one who went batty and tired to kill me!" The dark haired man pointed at his still unhealed nose, trying to prove his point. " Not to mention breaking and entering!"

" So you thought killing him was your only option, does your idiocy have no bounds." The pale dark haired man snapped at the other, venom in every word.

They were about to continue; much to Pomfrey's dismay, when the doors opened. In marched Remus Lupin followed by two Gryffindor girls, all looking quit upset.

" Sirius Black, did I; or did I not tell you to stay in that chair!" Remus pointed to a chair next to a disgruntled Ronald Weasely who was getting a stern look from Hermione; while the girl was still at Remus' side. " And to keep your mouth shut."

Sirius looked like he was going to say something, but instead lowered his head walking back to his chair and sat.

The man he had been arguing with smirked in amusement at his defeated opponent, this quickly changed when he felt a pair of disapproving eyes on him. He reluctantly turned to meet his fate.
"And you, Severus Snape arguing at a time like this. I very clearly remember Pomfrey telling you just how important her concentration was." Lupin folded his arms in front of his chest, topping his foot impatiently.

Severus Snape stood firm, refusing to be ordered around like a child by the werewolf. It was already bad enough the circumstances that brought him, involved his godson and Sirius Black.

Pomfrey watched the silent power struggle between the men; as she waved her wand over the sleeping platinum blond boy to check his vitals, thinking that she had only wanted a peaceful day in her infirmary.

Her morning had started out like it always did, wake up at six am sharp, get ready, then at six thirty am open the infirmary.

She sipped her tea, enjoying the warmth as the liquid traveled down her throat. All the while eying the scone on her plate; that the house elf had just sent, she put her cup down reaching for it.

" I'm a potions professor, for Merlin's sake!"

The scone Pomfrey had been holding made it half way into her mouth, she jumped at the sudden yelling tossed her breakfast scone to the floor. She sighed, looking longingly at her breakfast, before looking up at who she knew would be standing there.

" What has happened now, Severus?" Pomfrey asked picking up her scone and tossed it into a nearby trash can.

Severus stomped forward; his robes ripped and torn, clutching his left hand with his right.
Pomfrey raised a questioning eyebrow at the man. " What have you done now?" She motion for him to show her his hand.

" This wasn't my fault, I'm a potions professor not architect." Severus revealed his hand which had two broken fingers. " Why can't Dumbledore hire someone who actually knows what there doing, for the castle repairs?" He added, sitting on a infirmary bed, letting Poppy examine his hand.

The med-witch hummed in agreement, trying to pacify the hurt annoyed man. " So why is it that you didn't use your wand to relieve some of the swelling?" Poppy asked as she turned and walked into her office to retrieve some potions.

" They took it.." Severus mumbled looking uncomfortable answering the question.

" Who are they? And why did they take your wand?" Madame Pomfrey asked while she walked back in and began to set the potions on the portable side table next to the bed.

" Who do you think Poppy, those bloody Weasely boys. There infesting the castle, Dumbludor never should have trusted that they really wanted to help." Snape grumbled, flinching slightly as his thumb was healed.

"Come now, there not that bad. Do you want me to talk to them for you?" Pomfrey asked, rubbing a pain killing potion on the potion professor's newly healed thumb.

Severus looked horrified at the notion. " I'll deal with them." He smirked evilly, thinking of ways he could torcher his former students.

Pomfrey healed the second finger, smirking as Severus bit his lip trying not to show his pain. She started to apply the potion on his second finger, when the infirmary door was slammed open.

Standing in the door way looking flustered and just as confused as the two adults; starring open mouth at him, was Ronald Weasley.

Madame Pomfrey got up; hastily making her way toward the boy, knowing something horrible had happened. She gentle placed her hand on the red head's shoulder. " Ron dear, your hurt. Has something happened?" Pomfrey questioned, hoping the nagging feeling; that was telling her something was defiantly wrong, was just the same lingering feeling from the war.

" Lu…Lu…" Ron stuttered as he starred at the concerned med-witch.

" Just spit it out, Weasely." Snape demanded once he made it over to the pair, towering slightly over the boy.

The cold tone brought Ron out of his daze, he starred untrusting at the Slytherin head of house. " Madame Pomfrey, Lupin sent me to get you." Ron told the med-witch, keeping his eyes trained on Snape.

"Remus? Is he okay?" Pomfrey asked as she hurriedly walked to her office, trying to think of the last time she had heard from Remus Lupin.

" You'll see when we get there. We have to hurry." Ronald said loud enough for the med-witch to hear him from her office; where she was pulling things into her bag.

Severus Snape eyed the boy up and down, noting his torn and dirty clothes. Weasley's lip was cut, his nose looked broken; the swelling looked painful, and it reminded Snape of the various times when the Gryffindor and his godson got into a fight.

'Why do I have a distinct feeling, this has Draco written all over it.' Severus thought to himself, raising an eyebrow questioningly at the Weasely.

The boy in turn glared at him, before likely remembering he was glaring at a professor, the red head turned toward the door.

" I heard you and Granger paid a visit to the Malfoys yesterday, I had no idea you were on visiting terms with my godson." Severus smirked as the Weasely's shoulders visible stiffened at the mention of Draco; Gryffindors were so easy to manipulate.

" Since you are such close friends now, perhaps you might know where Draco has gone off to? You see his mother is terribly worried, he hasn't returned home yet, from wherever it was he went to early this morning." Snape finished as Ronald Weasely swung back around, his face red with anger.

" I'd chow on rusty nails before I'd become friends with the lunatic ferret face!" Ron shouted, just as Madame Pomfrey emerged from her office.

Snape narrowed his eyes, stepping forward. " How did you break your nose?"

Ronald Weasely tightened his hands into fist at his sides, his eyes shifting nervously.. " I don't see how that's any of your concern Professor Snape, we aren't back to school yet."

Snape smirked, the boy was obviously hiding something.

" No your not but Professor Snape still deserves your respect. Are we clear Mr. Weasely." Madame Pomfrey said; matter of fact-ly, her duffle sized medical bag strapped to her side.

Snape stood smugly next to the older witch. " Do you mind if I come along with you? I need to speak with Lupin concerning the DADA opening." He directed his question toward Pomfrey, ignoring the noises of outrage from the Weasely next to them.

The Potions Professor wanted to get to the bottom of the red headed Gryffindor's suspicious behavior; not to mention he didn't want to go back to the hell known as castle repairs. He thought briefly that he should probably go hunt down the Weasely twins, and their older brother; Charles or something along that line, Snape didn't know how anyone could tell the trouble-making red heads apart, and somehow get his wand back. The thought of having to chase after the Gryfindors through the halls of Hogwarts, wasn't the most appealing use of his time.

" He can't come! Lupin said to bring only you!" Ron cut between his two elders.

Pomfrey looked at Ron who looked very unsettled at the notion of Professor Snape tagging along, she looked beyond the boy ready to tell Severus no, when she caught sight of the pleading look in the
potions Professors eyes.

The poor man had been in and out of the infirmary every day since he had arrived back at Hogwarts five months ago. Needless to say repair magic was not one of his strong points, and Pomfrey would never openly admit it but the Weasely boys were quit the troublemakers. She honestly didn't know how Molly and Arthur handled them all. She knew anyone who was involved in one of the Weasely's pranks were bond to find their way into her healing hands, a good example of this was Harry Potter.
The med-witch felt a wave of sadness wash over her at the memory of Harry, she had been there when he had vanquished He Who Must Not Be Named. She like everyone else that had been there, had been to save Harry; the guilt was still eating away at her.

Pomfrey shook her head trying to clear her mind of the haunting memory; she needed to concentrate, Remus had sent for her help. " I think it would be a good idea for Professor Snape to come with us." She raised her hand; when she heard the start of an argument from Ron, gesturing for him to give her a chance to explain.

" Professor Snape is a potions master since my med aids haven't arrived at the school yet I can use his help with the potions. Some of the newer ones are very effective but I haven't gotten around to reading up on all of them; I'm sure Professor Snape has." She looked to Snape and received a nod of confirmation.

Ron looked at a lose for words, so Pomfrey turned and walked toward the door.

" If it's an emergency, I'm sure Lupin will have no complaints."

At the mention of Lupin, Ron seemed to remember something and looked panicked. The red head dashed forward; forgetting the Slytherin tagging along, as he zoomed pass Madame Pomfrey, back to the fireplace in the room next to the Hogwarts infirmary.

When they arrived at their destination; after much shoving and complaints from the two males of the group, Pomfrey and Snape quietly followed Ronald Weasely through the room and into the hall.
They remained silent as the red head led them down the hall a few doors down. He stood hesitantly in front of the door, before knocking softly.

Rushed footsteps could be heard on the other side of the door, a few moments passed then the door was pulled open. Remus starred at them, dark red stains on his sleeves that could only be blood. When his eyes fell on Pomfrey a slight relief washed over his face, he stepped aside to let her in. " You have no idea how happy I am to see you. We managed to move him to…" Remus stopped short at what he was saying, his hazel eyes widened in shock at Severus Snape as he entered the room following Pomfrey. The werewolf looked frantically at Ron; who seemed to be intensely studying his shoes, while he followed the others inside the room.

This turned out not to be such a good idea, not even an inch into the room he walked straight into the stiff back of his potions professor.

Pomfrey had been deeply troubled at the site of blood coloring the ends of Lupin's sleeves, as he stepped aside to let her enter the room. The site of her patient once she stepped into the room, made her close her eyes in fearful anticipation.

Draco Malfoy lay unconscious; his face deadly pale and covered in sweat, while a horrified Hermonie Granger pressed desperately at his stomach with a blood soaked pink jacket. The site of the brunette Gryffindor girl's pleading hazel eyes; right before Pomfrey closed hers, sent a chill down the med-witch's entire body.

She didn't have to wait long for chaos to break loose in the small room, she was shoved into Remus; the site of bellowing black robes filling her vision as Severus Snape zoomed pass her, toward the bed.
Anger was evident on his face as he approached his injured godson, the potions professor looked ready to shove Granger off, when his eyes fell upon where her hands were pressed. His eyes traveled from the girl's bloody hands to her tear filled eyes, that were starring at him with sorrow and panic...

" It won't stop…" Granger chocked out, her tears now streaming down her face.

" You've done very well, dear." Pomfrey said soothingly to the brunette girl, as she approached the bed. She placed a reassuring hand on Snape's shoulder, bring the man out of his stunned state.

" I need to stop the bleeding immediately." She placed her medical bag gentle on the bed, pulling out a pair of latex gloves and swiftly pulling them on. She then proceeded to pull out another pair, looking back at Sevours. " Are you okay with helping?"

Severus Snape hesitated for only a moment before nodding his head and reaching for the gloves being offered.

Pomfrey smiled proudly at him, then returned to her bag, pulling out her wand along with a large amount of gaze pads. She motion for Severus to go around to the other side of the bed, climbing carefully onto the large bed, she placed her hand on the trembling hands of the Gryffindor girl.

" Its okay dear, you can let go now." Pomfrey spoke softly but sternly, when Severus climbed onto the bed next to Hermione; gaze ready in hand.

Hermione hesitantly raised her hands, leaving her blood soaked jacket in place; she maneuvered around Snape, climbing off the bed, she shakily made her way over to Ron.

Once the girl was out of the way Pomfrey; grasped the soiled jacket firmly, locking eyes with Sevours. " I'm going to remove the jacket, by the amount of blood visible," She gestured toward the garment in her hand. " I'd say the wound is fairly deep. First things first I'll use a advanced sutra spell to close the wound and stop any internal bleeding. While I'm doing this, I'll need you to apply pressure with the gaze to any point not being healed."

If Snape had been unsure or nervous, there was no visible signs to the occupants of the room. He nodded his understanding.

Once the jacket had been removed, Pomfrey and Snape worked quickly. The injury had been deeper than Pomfrey had suspected, the med-witch looked worried as she finally managed to close the still unconscious boy's wound..

Snape pulled his hands away disposing of the bloody gaze and gloves into a small hazards waste container Pomfrey had pull from her medical bag. The potions professor then proceeded to make his way to the head of the bed were the med-witch was scanning; his still extremely pale godson, with her wand.

Madame Pofrey bit her lower lip worriedly as she casted a few replenishing and healing spells over the young Malfoy, her fears that he had lost too much blood were quickly being realized. She looked up at Severus who was starring intensely back at her; waiting for her to perform a miracle, she took a deep breath collecting all her thoughts.

" I was able to stop the internal bleeding, close and sterilize the wound…" Pomfrey looked down at the boy again, his breathing was shallow and faint. " But I'm afraid he's not responding to the replenishing and healing spells."

Severus looked down panicked at this godson. " Then we'll use the potions." The desperation was evident in the potions professors voice.

Madame Pomfrey was about to reassure Severus that she would do everything she could, when she was interrupted by the bedroom door slamming open.

Sirius Black stormed in; blood still oozing from his mouth from the fight earlier, dragging behind him a struggling Ginny Weasely who was trying to pull him back. His dark brown eyes falling intently on the group of three on his bed, zeroing in on a certain potions professor; who was starring back at him with murderous intent.

" You!" Snape roared, jumping from the bed and charging at the Animagus.

Sirius ignored his bodies fatigue and pain, attempting to doge out of the rampaging path of the enraged potions professor. Forgetting to calculate the red head girl still firmly attached to the back of his robes; Sirius only succeeded in tripping and falling ungracefully on his side.

Snape proceeded unfazed, jumping onto the recovering Black; fist flying, Ginny Weasely squealed in fear. The girl Weasely scrambled away, running behind a extremely pissed off Remus Lupin.

Pomfrey did her best to ignore the shouting and fighting; on the floor a few feet away from the bed, as she administer a foggy light blue potion to her fading patient. She checked the boy's pulse; holding back the tears that were treating to break free, she was losing him. "Enough!" Pomfrey screamed, keeping her back turned to the occupants of the room. "This boy is fighting for his life." She glanced back, locking eyes with Severus, who had stopped mid punch.

The potions professor; upon seeing Pomfrey's obvious look of concern, untangled himself making his way swiftly back to his godson's side.

Sirius rushed to his feet; ready to go after Snape, only to be stopped by a wand pressed firmly to his throat. He looked to his side, into the irate eyes of Remus Lupin. "Sirius Black you listen, and you listen well. Your going to go sit in that chair..." The werewolf pointed to the empty seat next to the one Ron; who had also been ordered to sit when he tried to join in the fight, keeping his angry gaze on the taller man. "And keep your mouth shut. Because if you don't; Merlin help you!" Remus pressed the wand further into the bruised skin of Sirius' neck, in a show of how serious he was.

Sirius who had know Remus Lupin for many years; knew the werewolf would without hesitation would blast him into the nearest wall if he refused, he nodded and Remus slowly pulled his wand way. Sirius Black walked over to his seat, sitting and folding his arms in front of his chest; a scowl planted on his face.

Remus walked toward him, when a knock at the door stopped him mid-stride. He raised a questioning eyebrow at Ronald; who was looking just as surprised as him, before turning toward the door to open it. Remus opened the door to be greeted by a empty hall.

The werewolf was about to close the door, when he felt something tugging at his pant leg. He looked down and was greeted with the large watery hazel eyes of their number one house elf. "Dobby?" Remus questioned the panicked house elf; it seemed like the poor thing was always on edge, as he stepped half way out into the hall.

Dobby responded by rubbing his hands together, while chewing on his quivering bottom lip. Remus took a deep breath; wondering how Harry had managed to get anything done with the house elf around, when a mental alarm went off. 'Didn't I tell him to stay with Harry!' The werewolf thought frantically, quickly kneeling down next to the elf. In the quietest tone he could muster; considering his current state of panic, he lend forward and whispered to the startled creature. "Why are you here? Don't you remember what I told you to do?" Dobby looked up at the man questioning him then back to his feet.

"Yes, Dobby remembers, sir. But Dobby's afraid somethings wrong..." The house elf stopped mid sentence, rubbing his hands harder together; to the point were it looked painful, before he continued. "Please master Lupin must come." Dobby turned, shifting his weight from foot to foot, waiting for the werewolf to follow him.

Remus nodded, standing up he turned back to Sirius, who seemed to be debating on weather or not he should leave his seat. " I need to check on something, I'll be right back." Lupin looked to Pomfrey; who was pouring yet another potion down the unresponsive boy's throat, clearing his throat in an attempt to get her attention. "Pomfrey I give you permission to stupify Sirius if he so much as moves an inch out of his seat...feel free to take that liberty with Mr. Weasely as well."

At the mention of his name Ron let out a disgruntled snort. "If your going to see Ha-" Ron was stopped mid rant by a familiar elbow shoved into his side, he didn't need to turn to see Hermione's stern gaze. Nor did the red head need to turn to his other side to know Black was sending him a death glare.

"Lupin, Ginny and I will come with you." Hermione called to the werewolf who was half way out the door, giving him a look that meant it wouldn't be a good idea to argue on the subject.

Lupin looked at her thinking for a moment, before nodding and motioning for her to hurry and follow.

Sirius looked outraged; ready to spring from his seat, only the treating glares from Remus obediently kept him seated.

Ron received a similar look from Hermione and his sister; before the door was shut, the red head slumped into his seat moping.

Madame Pomfrey shook her head at the two males across the room as she checked the Malfoy heir's vitals once again; no change, eying Snape who was hovering over his godson. "Severus I can't examine the boy if your covering him." Pomfrey huffed shoeing the potions professor off the bed. "Go stand beside Mr. Weasely and Black; no arguing, I need to concentrate." Pomfrey ordered Snape; who was looking scandalized at her.
Balling his fists, Snape starred worriedly down at his godson; who much to Snape's denial was fading fast, he nodded begrudged making his way over to stand next to Weasely.

The silence of the room lasted all of twenty minutes, before the bickering; the med-witch had been in the progress of emptying another foggy blue potion vial, when a loud snap jolted her. She stumbled with the potion vial, barely avoiding spilling it all over Malfoy's face and hair.

Pomfrey could hear Severus threatening Askaban to Sirius, while Sirius retaliated by stretching his leg pass Ron to kick Snape in the leg once again. Ron for his part was glaring between both the older men on either side of him; being unable to decided which one he disliked more at the moment.

Poppy Pomfrey could feel the vein pulsing right above her right eye; a vein that had laid dormant for almost twenty six years, she carefully put down the potion and reached for her wand. Having every intention of taking Remus' advice, and stupifying all three bickering males, when a sharp gasp from her patient redirected her attention.

The med-witch watched in bewilderment as the color; not that there was much considering how naturally light the boys skin tone was, returned to the platinum blonde's face. His shallow breathing stabilized, while the sweat ran down his brow confirming his high fever had broken. Pomfrey would have chalked it all up to the potions and spells kicking in late, if it wasn't for the glowing stomach wound that was currently holding her eyes gaze.
The closed wound; that was about four inches long, starting from the top of his stomach and ending just above his waist line, shone brightly with a gold light. She reached her shaking hand forward to examine it, her fingers stopping mere inches away, as the line of gold light grew smaller taking with it the newly closed wound. In a matter of moments the med-witch was starring in amazement at the unmarred taint stomach of the now restless boy.

It was only the sounds of the arguing men a few feet away that brought her out of her trance like state, irritation quickly flooded her senses as she snapped at the bickering group. "If anyone cares to know, the boy's wounds have healed themselves. Thank Merlin, because with the injury and blood lose my magic could not have saved him alone."

This of course had the opposite effect of what she had intended, and the men quickly started in with it again. This was followed by the reappearance of Remus Lupin and the Gryfindor girls, who promptly got the situation under control.

Which brought them back to the stand off currently taking place at the front of the large bed, between Remus Lupin and Severus Snape.

Pomfrey gasped in pain as a hand shoot up grasping her wrist of her hand that had been hovering above the newly healed boy. She dropped her wand; when the grip became painful, her eyes darting to the thrashing blond laying beside her.

Hermione who had been starring down Ron from behind Remus; along with everyone else in the room, was now starring stunned at the wincing med-witch. The first thought flashing through her mind was, "Not again!" They had barely managed to take Malfoy down before; and that was with the potion, Hermione pulled out her wand ready to help Madame Pomfrey if need be.

"Potter!" The ear splitting anguished scream filled the room, as the Slytherin prince shoot up in the bed, releasing Pomfrey's wrist and stretching his arms forward reaching for the non existent 'Boy Who Lived'. Draco slowly lowered his arms, pulling his hand back and bunching them in his platinum blond hair.

Snape was the first to react, quickly making his way to his godson who had lowered his head as he trembled. He placed his hand gentle on the boy's shoulder. "Draco?"

Draco reluctantly released his hair, lifting his head to look at his godfather, he noticed the various other occupants filling the room. He spoke clearly, letting his fingers trace over the phantom wound. " I'm fine Severus. Just the same bad dream."

His fingers stopped just above his navel as his mind was bombarded with images of empty green eyes framed with long silky black hair and full pouty lips smirking at him. The Slytherin prince grabbed his head again, trying; without success, to will away the images.

The truth was that it hadn't been the same, Potter had spoken and looked at him. Potter had healed him. Draco placed the palm of his hand flat against his stomach, his eyes suddenly wide as they darted around the room; searching. Upon realizing Potter was not present Malfoy locked heated eyes on Sirius Black, who was seated and sending him a similar gaze.

The platinum blond flung off the blanket draped over his legs, throwing it over a startled Madame Pomfrey who was in the process of climbing off the bed. The med-witch stumbled forward, landing in a ungraceful heap on the floor.

Draco didn't notice or just didn't care, as he pushed past Severus getting out of bed and stomping toward a now smirking Black.

Sirius starred up at the glaring blond; oh how he loved to annoy Malfoys, crossing his arms in front of his chest, he raised a questioning eyebrow at the boy.

Severus who had been right behind Draco, took a step forward, fighting the urge to smack that smug look off the Animagus' face.

"Where is he?" Draco spat out, taking a step closer.

"Where is who?" Sirius asked, scratching his chin and looking bored with the conversation.

"You know who." Ron; who was still seated next to Sirius, interjected.

"Do I?" Sirius replied.

"I don't need your help Weasley. Now answer my bloody question, Black." Draco ordered.

"And what question would that be?" Sirius turned his hand around to examine his nails.

Malfoy smirked; holding a hand up to stop Severus from tackling the seated man, if Black wanted to play, Draco would play. " Tell me uncle," Draco stressed the last part, taking great joy in it when Black slightly narrowed his eyes. " Do you think the Ministry would be interested in your and Remus Lupin's activities as of late."

At the mention of the Ministry, Lupin; who had been helping Pomfrey to her feet, quickly walked over to Sirius leaving the med-witch in the hands of the two girls. "I assure you Mr. Malfoy, our home has been searched many times before by the Ministry, we have nothing to hide. I'm sure your father would confirm this, if you simply ask him."

Draco Malfoy raised an elegant eyebrow at the werewolf. "I see. So that garden I was stabbed in, must have been thoroughly searched. The funny thing about that, I've read my father's reports revolving around the Potter case, and not once was such a garden mentioned..."

Remus looked at lose for words, Sirius finally having enough stood; looking Malfoy Jr. straight in the eyes. "You poor boy, you must have hit your head harder than we thought. Honestly you should have know better than to run down dark halls." Sirius shook his head disapprovingly.

"What the bloody hell are you talking Black? Have you gone mad, or are you trying to avoid Askaban?" Snape growled, getting in Sirius' face. "You stabbed him, nearly killing my godson!"

Sirius smirked. "Prove it."

Severus would have flung himself forward at the smug man if it hadn't been for the rather strong grip on his shoulder.

"Black if I wanted you in Askaban, you'd be in Askaban." Draco drawled out firmly while respectfully pulling his godfather back. "Who do you think the Ministry will believe, a former convicted killer or the son of the lead investigator."

Sirius smirk stayed in place. "Last time I checked, you two had been convicted of murder too. Not to mention your very public defect to old Voldie's side."

"Yes, that's true, but your forgetting one very important detail, I wasn't alone." Draco looked to Ronald Weasely who was looking back at him disdainfully.

When Sirius just starred at him with rage, Draco continued. "Why don't you make this easier on yourself, and tell me where Potter is."

Snape nodded, agreeing with his godson, until his mind replayed what Draco had just said. "Potter? Harry Potter? The 'Boy Who Lived' Potter? The savior of-"

"Yes Severus, I believe they're speaking of that Harry Potter." Pomfrey cut the man off of his rant, as she walked up to the group of men. She starred at Sirius and Lupin; silently daring them to play games with her.

"But... Potters dead." Snape replied, his voice wavering on the last word.

"No. He's not." Draco spoke; eyes still locked on Black. "Is he uncle?"

Sirius didn't respond. Remus Lupin's hand slipped from Sirius' shoulder, he looked at the group interrogating them, defeat reflecting in his hazel eyes.

"What is Mr. Malfoy referring to Sirius?" Pomfrey questioned.

"I have no clue, clearly the boy is still ill." Sirius raised his chin, refusing to back down.

"You liar! We all saw Harry!" Ron yelled, jumping out of his seat and grabbing Black by the collar.

Hermione ran forward followed by Ginny. "Ron stop! Let him go!" Hermione yelled pulling on the red head boy's arm.

"That is enough Mr. Weasely!" Madame Pomfrey shoved her way forward pointing her wand at the enraged red head.

"Enough! This bastard has been hiding Harry; while the whole wizarding world thought he was dead! Doing Merlin knows what to him! You saw the way Harry looked, Hermione!" Ron tightened his grip on Sirius collar.

"You have no idea what your talking about, boy." Sirius replied, glaring at the Weasely boy.

Draco watched in irritation, having been shoved out of the argument by Weasely. He turned to find his godfather starring off into space, most likely still trying to process Draco's earlier reveal. Draco brought his hand up to rub his temple in an attempt to relieve the growing headache. "This is getting us no where.." He mumbled begrudgingly to himself.

"Sirius just-" Lupin began to say, but was quickly stopped by the Animagus.

"No!" Black hissed pulling out of Ron's grip and turning to the werewolf.

"Maybe they could help." Remus pleaded.

"What happened Black? What are you hiding him?" Draco questioned, finally stepping back into the conversation.

Sirius balled his fist, refusing to answer the blonde's question.

Hermione watched the stubborn man with pity, Ginny and herself had already coaxed the story out of Remus Lupin; after the werewolf broke down when they went to check on Harry.

"We have helped!" Hermione shouted out upon her realization, drawing all eyes to her.

"What are you talking about Granger?" Malfoy huffed in annoyance at being ignored once again.

The brunette witch looked to Lupin unsure if she should say anything. Lupin looked back at her confused.
"It's fine Hermione, tell us what you mean." The werewolf answered stopping Sirius from intervening by placing his hands on the black haired man's shoulders.

Hermione nodded, directing her vision to Black. "Remus told us what happened with Harry; why you felt you had to hide him, after the battle with... Voldermort." Hermione bit her bottom lip still feeling uncomfortable saying that name, but refusing to fear him by calling him by the popularly used name of 'He Who Must Not Be Named.'

"So Potter is still alive." Snape chocked out having come out of his dazed, during Granger's rather loud realization.

Draco rolled his eyes at his godfather. "Yes Sev, we've established that many times already. Go on Granger, continue."

Pomfrey gave Severus a sympathetic pat on the back, knowing exactly how he was feeling at the moment; but unlike the potions professor, she wanted all the information before she put her two cents in. Besides she was still trying to get over the shock of Harry being alive, and wouldn't have been able to form a comprehensive sentence even if she tried.

Hermione pursed her lips in irritation at the Slytherin prince's order, but continued none the less. "He told us Harry was unresponsive to all the treatments you tried, you tried so many. And I understand why you felt you had to hide him, you were just trying to protect him." Hermione having got off track of her explanation at remembering Remus story, was now wiping tears from her eyes.

Remus smiled supportively at the girl. "How did you help, Hermione?" He questioned as the brunette Gryffindor girl sniffed as she wiped more tears away.

Hermione looked to Sirius again. "You said he had been unresponsive, but Dobby said he heard Harry talking."

Sirius Black's eyes widened in surprise, he turned to Remus waiting for his companion to confirm it.

Remus took a deep breath turning from Hermione to Sirius. "That's what Dobby claims... but I didn't see any change when I checked on him."

"Dobby has never lied to us before, why would he lie about this?" Sirius; after what seemed a eternity, finally spoke. "What did he say, Harry said?"

Sirius asked, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Remus starred at the animoungus not sure if it was a good idea to get his hopes up. Unfortunately the decison was made for him.

"Wake up." Hermione answered.

"Wake up?" Ron said, looking unbelievingly at his brunette friend.

Hermione nodded. "That's what Dobby said."

Ginny nodded too, coming to stand beside her fellow Gryffindor; trying to hide the slight blush that appeared at the memory of Harry.

Severus who had finally managed to regain his composer, turned to see how Draco was reacting to the situation. He mentally reminded himself to give his godson a good talking to once they were back at Malfoy manor. The platinum blond boy had his parents worried sick; Narcissa inpaticular, when he never came home. Severus lost his train of thought as his eyes fell on the very shocked face of the Slytherin Prince.

Draco's silver eyes were wide as saucers, his mouth agape as he starred at the Gryffindor girls. "Wake up..." The Slytherin mumbled, his shocked expression changing to frantic.

" I need to see Potter!" Draco demanded, pushing his way to Granger; who was more than a little frightened by the blond's approach.

"Like hell!" Sirius growled, stopping the blond before he could reach Hermione.

Draco reflexively threw the older wizard off of him, unfortunately that meant sending Black straight into Granger. The girl let out a very un-lady like screech as Black flew at her, knocking them both to the floor.

Ron flung himself at Malfoy, thinking the platinum blond had become crazed again. Draco was caught off guard, when Weasely crashed into him; knocking the air out of him, and in doing so threw Draco into an unsuspecting Severus Snape.

Pomfrey could feel the vein twitching above her right eye. The med-witch brought her wand to her throat, whispering a spell. "Enough!" Her booming voice resonated throughout the room, causing all the occupants to jump.

Remus had brought his hand up to his face and was shaking his head tiredly at the people sprawled on the floor.

Draco shoved Weasely off of him, glaring at the red head. "What the bloody hell is wrong with you!" The platinum blond snarled at the red headed Gryffindor as he tried to get back to his feet.

"Sod off ferret face! You're the one who tired to attack Hermione!" Ron yelled back, his blue eyes searching for his brunette friend.

"Weasely, you moron! I wasn't attacking the mud-" Draco stopped mid insult. "I wasn't attacking Granger." The blonde rephrased his sentence, crossing his arms in front of his chest in annoyance.

"Right, like I'd believe a word that came out of your mouth, ferret face." Ron huffed, finally finding Hermione, who was being helped up by his sister.

"Stop calling me ferret, you Weasel!" Draco growled forgetting the urgent matter that was tugging at the back of his mind.

"You okay Mione?" Ron asked once Hermione was up and dusting herself off. The brunette female Gryffindor nodded, looking beyond Ron to a furious Malfoy; who looked about ready to rip the red headed boy apart, again.

"Malfoy?" She called, hoping to get the Slytherin's attention in order to avoid another fight that would probably end with her back on the floor. "Why do you need to see Harry?"

Malfoy glared at the girl, while Hermione stood firm refusing to answer his questions, until the platinum blond answered hers.

"Yes, I'd like to know why too." Snape whispered so only Draco could her him.

"That's my business Granger, it has nothing to do with you." Draco answered, giving his godfather a side glance that meant; the same thing goes for you.

"If you want any information from me, Malfoy, you'll answer the question." Hermione said straight out, pulling her hands on her hips.

"Hold it!" Sirius who had been pulled back by Remus; was now struggling to get free. "I already told you Malfoy, your not going near Harry!"

Ron nodded his agreement, keeping his eyes fixed on the Slytherin.

Remus tightened his hold on his struggling companion. "Sirius, will you at least listen to the reason why?"

"Why should I! They broke into our home and attacked us!" Sirius yelled at the werewolf, earning him a glare.

"They were trying to find Harry, they're his friends; Sirius. They only attacked because they thought Harry was in danger." Remus replied wrapping his arms tighter around the animugus' waist, in a attempt to calm the taller man. "Just listen to what they have to say."

Sirius Black sighed his defeat; Remus always seemed to find a way to pacify him. "Fine."

Remus smiled, nodding for Hermione to continue.

"So Malfoy, what's it going to be?" Hermione turned back to the displeased Slytherin prince.

The platinum blond balled his fist, glaring daggers at the group of Gryffindors starring at him like he was going to sprout another head.

Poppy Pomfrey starred at the young Malfoy with compassion, it was obviously making the boy uncomfortable discussing the information.

"That's what he said in my dream and… I think he healed me." Draco spoke clearly still glaring at the brunette Gryffindor, who made him say it.

"Harry healed you…" Ron said flatly, starring at the blond with one raised eyebrow.

"That's what I said Weasely, are you deaf." Draco snarled, then turned to Granger who was sporting an expression similar to her red headed best friend. "I answered your question, now hold up your part of the deal and take me to Potter."

Pomfrey stepped forward; wide eyed, and grabbed Draco by his shoulder to get the blond boy's attention. "Why do you think Harry healed you?" She questioned.

Draco looked at the med-witch, debating if he wanted to further humiliate himself by revealing his dream.
"I'd like to know the answer to that myself." Sirius was starring at the blond boy, his expression void of any emotion.

Draco pulled his shoulder out of the med-witch's grip, straightening his ripped shirt. "I don't know how he did it." Draco stated before he continued. "There is this dream I have been having for a while now; no not a dream, more of a memory. Of the day when we were rescued." The blond stopped and glanced at his godfather, who was looking ill at the mention of that day.

"I'm sure you already know of your Golden Boy's rescue mission, to free Severus and myself." The group around him nodded at Draco's comment.

"Potter had given us the portkey to escape, while he stayed behind to hold off the death eaters. The last thing I saw before father pull me away, was Potter's back as a group of death eaters charged him." Draco's eyes narrowed as the memory replayed in his mind. "The dream always ended that way, it was maddening. But this last time it was different, he looked at me… he spoke to me…" Draco trailed off forgetting he wasn't alone. "He told me to wake up, then he pointed his wand at me and there was a bright light. He changed…" Draco stopped, starring off into space, trying to recapture the image of blank green eyes and long black hair.

Sirius stepped forward, Remus had released him during Malfoy's explanation, his dark grey eyes fixed on the spaced out blond. "Malfoy, what you said better be the truth; because Merlin help you if it isn't."

That seemed to pull Draco out of his spaced out state, he looked at Black who was now standing in front of him. "Take me to Potter." He repeated his original demand.

Sirius nodded, turning to Remus who was doing the same and motioned for Malfoy to follow.

"If the ferret is going, so I'm I." Ronald Weasely stepped forward next to his Slytherin enemy; much to the irritation of said, Slytherin.

"I told you, stop calling me ferret." Draco growled low in warning.

"Aw, whats the matter, is the wittle ferret getting mad." Ron taunted, at hearing the other boy's anger.
Draco balled his fist ready to show the Gryffindor boy just how angry he was, but was beat to the punch.

Hermione Granger stepped forward, brought her hand up and smacked the smirking Weasely on the back of his head. "Ron stop call Malfoy ferret. Its childish and unbecoming of a soon to be Gryffindor seventh year."

The Weasely blushed deep red at being scolded in front of his sworn enemy. He rubbed the back of his head, glaring at the now smirking blond.

Sirius sighed tiredly; he was getting to old for this, as Remus patted his back soothingly. "Sure, everyone can come! Why don't we just invite the whole damn wizarding world, while were at it!" He waved his hand dramatically before turning to leave.

Remus smiled softly as Sirius stormed out of the room, stomping down the hall; mumbling about all his hard work going down the drain. The werewolf turned to the group of six, motioning for them to follow his seething companion.

All wizards were to caught up in there own thoughts to notice the soft tapping of a beak on the bedroom window..

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