Move Heaven and Earth

Remember to read the extra notes lovies!! Ok? Enjoy!!

Title: Move heaven and earth~ part fourteen

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Note that this is the sequel to Protégé. Must read Protégé first before you read this so you can understand what’s going on.

Extra notes: Many things are going to happen in this sequel. So, if you don’t understand anything right away, just wait for it to be clarified later ok?

OMG—Loyal!Crabbe & Goyle alert! Yes, a nicer, better bunch of goons. . . but once you start being good. . . um, never mind.

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let’s hope), and lemon/lime.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Ginny/Cho (more??)

Year: 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.

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It’s not like you to say sorry, I was waiting on a different story

This time I’m mistaken for handing you a heart worth breaking

I’ve been wrong, I’ve been down, been to the bottom of every bottle

These five words in my head scream “are we havin’ fun yet?”

~How You Remind Me, by Nickelback

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Two weeks. Two agonizing weeks of Harry being in the strange coma was beginning to take a toll on Draco. It was nearing Christmas too, and he hadn’t done any shopping for anyone yet. Two, no, three people were already crossed off his list this year, so he had less shopping to get done, but he still felt annoyed that he hadn’t done it yet. He was usually done around this time, or close to being done.

Hermione and Ron had just left the ward to go study before bed, and Draco decided to stay there by Harry’s side for a while longer before he decided to hit the sack himself. He was so tired of everything happening. He wanted to blame love, but he really couldn’t deny himself anymore. Doing that had only cost him his sanity. He wanted to get revenge on Crabbe and Goyle for planting the idea in his head, but he knew that they really meant no harm. It was he who had done the deed. He didn’t have to do it, so it was basically his own fault.

Will Harry hate him when he woke up? That was a big possibility. Did he want Harry to hate him? That was a big N-O. Love should redeem him, right? Yeah, right.

Dozing off, Draco could hear sounds of approaching footsteps in the hall. For a moment, he thought that they were from Weasley and Granger, maybe forgetting something, but as the steps grew closer and clumsier, Draco realized whom they belonged to.

The door to the infirmary crashed open and then the door to Harry’s private room in which Draco had been eying in front of him. Sure enough, it was his two faithful bodyguards-Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Draco stood in surprise, taking in Goyle and Crabbe’s out of breath state. They hardly ever run, and hardly ever panic, but it looked like were doing both.

“Draco! You have to. . . get out. . . he’s coming. . .”

“Who? Who’s coming?”

“Your father. . .” Goyle panted, “He wants to. . . take you away. . . you must leave. . .”

“Yes, leave, Draco!” Crabbe gasped, “Use Floo Powder or something! Go before he catches you!”

“But I don’t have any Floo Powder on me! Didn’t you think to bring me some?”

Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other and then shook their heads. “Sorry, Draco, we didn’t.”

Draco groaned. Well, he guessed that that was what he got for having stupid henchmen.

“Please, Draco, leave now! Forget about Potter for now. He’s only after you!”

“So where’s Pomfrey and the other teachers?”

“Um. . .” Crabbe started to think real hard. “Meeting. . . I think. . . with Dumbledore. I think it’s about you and Potter.”

“You must leave!” Goyle panicked, grabbing Draco by the wrist.

“I am NOT afraid of my father!” Draco shook Goyle off of him and then he took out his wand.

“You should be.” Came a voice from the doorway.

Crabbe and Goyle did something that surprised the hell out of Draco—they stood in front of him, to shield him.

“You will NOT take our Master.” Goyle said.

Draco gasped, “Wh-What was that??”

Lucius grinned wickedly, “Ah, such loyalty. Pity you two aren’t in Hufflepuff.”

“M-Master?” Draco said unbelievably.

“Yes, didn’t you know, Draco?” Lucius moved his head to look over at his son from behind the two big teens. “They think of you as their master and not Lord Voldemort. Funny, isn’t it?”

“It’s not funny!” Goyle shouted, “Draco is very smart and powerful. He has this Power Surge. . .”

Draco smacked Goyle across the back of his head, “Moron! Don’t tell him that!”

Goyle rubbed the back of his head and muttered, “Sorry. . .”

“A Power Surge? Impossible!” Lucius took out his wand. “Only those that are IN LOVE have that. Now come with me, boy. I need to teach you the proper way to plan your future. You should come to your senses then.”

But Crabbe and Goyle refuse to budge even an inch.

“You will not take our Master.” Crabbe said, folding his arms in a menacing way.

“Oh? So, you’d die for him? Is that what you’re saying?”

The two loyal goons shook their heads. “Can’t kill us,” Goyle said, “You’re not allowed to.”

“Eau Contraire. . .” Lucius pointed his wand at Goyle first. “Avada Kedavra!”

Goyle fell to the ground.

Crabbe looked down at his fallen mate for only a second and then took a hold of Draco, trying to push him out. “Go, Master Draco! Run!”

“Avada Kedavra!”

Crabbe fell with a loud thud.

Draco was staring down at his two ex-henchmen in disbelief. What had gotten into his father? They’ll lock him up in Azkaban for this!

Lucius pointed his wand at his son, “Come peacefully Draco, and I won’t hurt you. . .” he looked over at Harry’s motionless body, “Or Potter.”

Draco still had his own wand out, so he moved in front of Harry’s bed and pointed it at Lucius. “I’m not leaving without a fight.”

Lucius snarled, “Potter has put strange notions into your head, boy. You are being very foolish. Come willingly, or I’ll force you.”

Will his Power Surge still work even with Harry in a coma, or did Harry need to be awake? His mind reeling, Draco couldn’t think of what spell to use until it was too late.

“Stupefy!” Lucius enounced.

Stunned, Draco fell to the floor, hitting his head against the foot of Harry’s bed. Lucius smiled, “Happy Christmas, son.”

~*~

Dumbledore and the other teachers were just finishing up on their discussion about what they were going to do with Harry and Draco when a familiar, high pitched squeak filled the room.

“Dumbledore, sir! Oh, Dumbledore, sir!”

All eyes turned to the door, and standing there, looking very panicky, was Dobby. He was shaking madly as he slowly entered the room. Dumbledore stood up to get a better look at the old House-elf.

“What is it, Dobby?” Dumbledore asked.

The poor House-elf was wringing his hands nervously and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. “Something real horrible had just happened, sirs and madams! My old master had come and taken Harry Potter’s love away! He had stolen young Draco and killed two others! And Harry Potter is sweating like crazy! I be very worried! Poor, Master Draco! Poor Harry Potter!”

Madam Pomfrey had gasped.

“Lucius Malfoy was here??” Snape stood up in fury. “He entered the castle without us knowing and took Draco? I will have his head!” Snape was about to leave, but Dumbledore placed a hand on his arm.

“We must remain calm, Severus.” He turned his eyes back to Dobby, “Please, Dobby, did you see how he left Hogwarts?”

Dobby was wringing his hands more nervously than before and looked down at his feet, which were fidgeting. “I saw him leave through fireplace. . . the infirmary’s fireplace. . . with a frozen looking Draco. Poor Harry Potter will be so crushed!” He put his face into his hands, “I was there and I have failed to help Harry Potter!”

“There was nothing you could have done, Dobby. Thank you for the information.” Dumbledore said.

“What should we do?” McGonagall said over Dobby’s sobs. “If Harry wakes up and finds out about Draco being kidnapped by Lucius, the boy will stop at nothing to save him.”

“True. First we must find out who the two boys that got killed are and contact their parents, and then we must contact Harry’s godfather.”

Snape snarled, “Is that necessary? One raving Gryffindor is enough without having Black here. He’ll be on Harry’s side and propose that they go after Lucius.”

“Like you were about to?” McGonagall couldn’t help reminding him.

Snape glared at the Scottish teacher, “I will have a better chance at bringing the boy back than Potter or that hooligan!”

“For now, we do nothing for Draco. He’ll be fine.” Dumbledore said, then he looked down at the crying elf, “Dobby, go be with Harry. He must not be alone. I will contact Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger and let them know the situation. They will keep Harry company as well. I will also contact Cornelius Fudge and let him know about what Mr. Malfoy had done. Minerva, please go and find out who the two fallen boys are.”

“Yes, sir.” McGonagall said.

Snape left as well, muttering, “I will have his head for this. . .”

~*~

Professor McGonagall had discovered that it was Goyle and Crabbe that got killed and owled their fathers right away. If they were lucky, they’d have two others on their side against Voldemort and Lucius.

Next, she had told Hermione and Ron what happened. Hermione was the most upset, saying that she wished that she had stayed there with Draco. Ron was upset as well, but Hermione figured that it was because he knew that when Harry woke up, they were going to have to deal with his rage. But Hermione couldn’t help think that deep down Ron really was worried about Draco.

“I can’t believe that prick!” Ron growled. He and Hermione were making their way to the hospital wing. “How could he just murder two wizards, even though it was only Malfoy’s goons, and then just expect to not get in trouble for it? It doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe he didn’t count on Dobby witnessing anything.” Hermione pointed out. “He probably thinks that Draco will get the blame for the killing.”

“Well, as much as I don’t like the git, he doesn’t deserve to be framed by that bastard he calls father!” Ron snarled. “Anyways, when Harry wakes up he won’t be too happy about what happened, unless he doesn’t forgive Draco for trying to kill him.”

“I have a feeling,” Hermione said, opening the door to Harry’s room, “That he already forgives Draco. Remember that Dumbledore said that Harry was having some kind of weird flashback or something in his mind? I think that maybe he was dealing with his feelings or something. But we won’t know until he wakes up and tells us.”

They sat themselves down on either side of Harry, who was still unconscious. He did look sweatier than before, and it looked like his eyes were moving like crazy under his eyelids. Hermione placed a hand over his forehead.

“Is he waking up, you think?” Ron asked.

Hermione shrugged, “Don’t know, but he’s burning up.” She noticed that the cold compress had fallen off of Harry’s head so she picked it up and started to wipe at the beads of sweat on Harry’s forehead.

Madam Pomfrey had entered, tutting and carrying a hand basin with clean rags. Ron moved for her to do her job and walked over to Hermione’s side. Pomfrey took the old cloth off of Harry’s head and replaced it with a newer, colder one.

“Oh dear,” Pomfrey tsked, placing a couple fingers onto Harry’s neck. “His pulse is quickening.”

“Is he waking up, Madam Pomfrey?” Hermione asked.

“He should soon,” She answered.

“What’s happening to him?” Ron asked.

“Fever is breaking.” Pomfrey said, wiping another wet cloth over Harry’s neck. She began to unbutton the front of Harry’s pajama top, which was coated with sweat, and then dabbed the cold cloth over his chest.

Harry moved.

Hermione and Ron gasped at the sight. “Is he--?” Ron was about to ask if Harry was waking up when Harry had jerked a hand forward and punched Pomfrey’s lights out.

“Pomfrey!” Hermione gasped and then ran over to the other side of the bed. She knelt down to see if she was ok. “She’s out cold.”

Ron had stood up and went over to the twitching Harry. “Now, now, mate, calm yourself. . . Harry, it’s me. . .” Ron put a hand on Harry’s chest. “Harry. . . mate?”

Harry reached up and grabbed onto Ron’s arm. Ron gasped in shock and then pain when Harry’s grip tightened. Ron screamed when Harry pulled him down, and suddenly Harry’s other fist flew forward and got Ron right in the gut.

“Harry! Harry! It’s me!!” Ron shouted, coughing and crouching over Harry’s jerking body. It looked like Harry was about to strike out again, but Hermione pulled Ron out of the way.

“This is ridiculous!” Hermione groaned. She went over to Harry and slapped him in the face. It seemed to have worked, cause Harry stopped moving.

“Hermione! What did you do that for? You might have put him back under the coma!”

“Don’t be silly! All I did was calm him down. He should still wake up.”

Ron leaned over the side of the bed, almost in Harry’s face, which was idle. “Harry, you stupid poof, wake up already!”

“That’s not going to help, Ron.”

He looked up and glared at her, “You said he should be waking up. I think seeing him flailing about is proof enough that he just needs a little help in the waking department!”

“Well, don’t yell in his face, it won’t do any good!”

“What am I supposed to do, just watch his body go crazy? I need to help him get out of this bloody coma somehow!”

“Shouting at him to wake up won’t help him any! He must do it on his own!”

“Slapping him doesn’t help him any either!” Ron shouted.

“You can’t expect Harry to just sit up and. . .”

“Why are you guys arguing *again*?”

Hermione and Ron stopped short. They both turned their heads back down at Harry, whose eyes were wide open and confused.

“Harry!” Ron grinned from ear to ear. He flung himself down and gave Harry a giant hug.

Hermione was in tears, “Oh, thank god you’re awake!” She lowered herself down to hug Harry too.

After Harry had finally coaxed them to let him go, he looked up and smiled. “So, what have I missed?”

Harry’s friends looked at one another, wondering what they should tell Harry first. They sat down on either side of Harry, preparing themselves for the long story.

~TBC~

The reason why Harry was acting like he wanted to fight was because his subconscious knew that something bad was going on around him, but he couldn’t do anything about it. delayed reaction to Lucius killing Crabbe and Goyle and kidnapping Draco. even though he doesn’t know what’s going on, his body still heard the struggling and he felt the spells being used. Weird huh?

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Title: Move heaven and earth~ part fifteen

Warnings and notes: This is a slash fic, which means that it involves two guys having strong feelings for one another (and sex). This is your only warning; so if you do not like reading about two men in love, then don’t read. Go read some other fic. Do not harass the author, please. And there is some strong language in here!

Note that this is the sequel to Protégé. Must read Protégé first before you read this so you can understand what’s going on.

More notes: Many things are going to happen in this sequel. So, if you don’t understand anything right away, just wait for it to be clarified later ok?

Special thanks goes to my lovely beta readers LadyViolet, Fallenangel and my friend Brandy for correcting any kind of errors that I have overlooked.

Contents: This fic will contain A LOT of Slash, humor, sap, drama, angst, adventure (let’s hope), and lemon.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Remus/Sirius, Ginny/Cho

Rating: NC-17 over all

Year: 6th

Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of these characters! J.K. Rowlings is the wonderful person who does, and I wish her luck with her next book.

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Been there before but not like this

Seen it before but not like this

Never before have I seen it this bad

She’s just a woman. . . never again

~Never Again, by Nickelback

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The first thing Draco was aware of was that he felt a bit queasy. The second thing Draco realized was that he was lying in a soft, familiar bed. He opened his eyes, testing them, and then quickly closed them again when he felt that he also had a splitting headache.

‘A hangover?’ Draco mused. ‘I don’t remember drinking anything.’

When he could finally keep his eyes wide gh wgh where it won’t hurt, Draco saw that he was lying in his own bed, in his bedroom, at the Malfoy Manor.

Very slowly, Draco sat up. He winced from the pain in his head and then almost toppled out of bed from the sick feeling in his stomach. He got up very carefully and made his way to his private bathroom. He found his target and hung his head as he emptied whatever was inside of him.

Finished with what he urgently had to do, Draco slowly walked back to his bed. As he sat there, he began to remember what happened—He was at Harry’s beside, Goyle and Crabbe came in to warn him of his father, his father waltzed in, Crabbe and Goyle tried to shield him, they called him ‘Master’ (which was a complete shock), and then Lucius killed them.

Draco growled low in his throat. His father will pay!

And then, THEN, his father had the decency to stun him! And then. . .

“He kidnapped me.” Draco’s face fell. “I can’t believe it. He kidnapped his own son from school! What does he hope to accomplish?”

Suddenly Draco heard a small squeak nearby. He quickly turned his head and saw one of the House-elves lying face down on the floor. The elf got up slowly, clearly embarrassed of tripping in front of Draco.

“Sorry, sir. Keiwi is very sorry. Didn’t mean to disturb you, sir. . .” The house elf was about to leave, but Draco stopped him.

“Wait! Um, where’s Lucius right now?”

The House-elf trembled, “Master is in his study room, he is reading, sir. Would you like Keiwi to get him for you, sir?”

“No! No, that’s all right. Thanks anyways, Keiwi.”

The House-elf beamed. He had never heard Draco say thanks to him or any of the other House-elves before. “Oh, you are most welcome, young Master! Would young Master like something to eat or drink?”

Draco’s stomach gave a small lurch, “Oh, no thanks. I’m fine.”

Keiwi bowed and then left quickly. Draco sat there for a while, thinking things over in his head.

‘Ok, so Lucius must have cast the Sick Curse on me from preventing me from getting too far. The door wasn’t locked, so either he doesn’t suspect me to be up and moving yet, or he took safety precautions to make sure that I didn’t escape. . .’

His wand was nowhere to be found, and Lucius probably hid all of the Floo Powder. Hmm—what other way could he escape? He couldn’t Apparate yet, although he really wished he could right now. There were no owls kept inside the Manor (They had their own Owlery), or any other way to contact anyone from the outside. . .

“Harry. . .” Draco whispered. He just knew, he had this feeling that once Harry woke up and discovered what happened to him, he’d come to his rescue! The only problem was, Draco wasn’t sure if Harry hated him right now or not. That, and if Harry even knew the way to the Manor. Actually, Snape knew the way. He’d probably find out from him somehow.

Slowly, as hope disappeared, Draco laid his head back down onto his pillow. His stomach was still bothering him.

~*~

Ron, Harry, and Hermione had lifted the unconscious Pomfrey onto the bed that Harry had occupied. After they made sure she would be comfortable, Harry began to pace back and forth with a hard look of concentration on his face. His friends watched him pace the room in silence, waiting patiently for him to talk.

“So. . .” Harry finally said, “Lucius came in to take Draco away, Draco’s goons tried to protect him but got killed, and then he stunned Draco and they left by Floo?”

Hermione and Ron nodded.

“And he didn’t just take me?” Harry cocked his head to the side to look at his friends. “I don’t quite understand. I was still in my Pens. . . er, weird coma. . . he could have just too, or, or killed me. . .”

“Maybe. . . maybe You-Know-Who has plans for you? Maybe this is a trap?”

“That’s what I was thinking.” Harry said, looking older than he should. “But, why didn’t he just *take* me? Why didn’t he just Stun Draco and then kidnap me? Wouldn’t that be easier?”

Both Ron and Hermione thought hard on this as the silence in the room reigned.

Finally, Hermione said, shrugging, “I don’t know. Maybe Lucius was following orders?”

Harry looked thoughtful. “It’s possible.”

“Harry? About this . . . coma that you were in. . . . what happened?”

“Um, well, it’s a long story really.”

“We’re all ears, mate.” Ron said.

Harry sighed, sat down onto the bed, and began to tell them all he saw.

~*~

“It’s about time.” Snape growled. The teachers had been waiting by the Forbidden Forest, including Dumbledore, for Sirius to arrive. Sure enough, a flying motorcycle came in sight. Sirius made a touch down next to Hagrid’s place and then cut the engine. (Hagrid was inside his hut, making them tea.)

“What kept you?” Snape said. “Do you understand the importance of this at all, or do you like taking your sweet time?”

“I left as soon as I got the letter.” Sirius huffed as he dismounted his motorcycle. “Don’t get your underwear in a bundle!”

Snape threw his chest out and looked like he was about to scream, but Dumbledore interrupted him. “I am so glad you made it without any difficulties. I know that you did your best to get here as soon as possible without being seen. Now, you must turn into your dog form and follow me to the hospital wing.”

Sirius transfigured himself quickly into Snuffles and then followed the teachers to the castle.

~*~

“That was. . .” Ron tried to put into words of what Harry went through, but couldn’t find any. Weird was his first choice for a word, but even that didn’t do the description justice.

“So, it’s a type of Pensieve?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah. Only, I don’t know how I got into it or what triggered it, but somehow I ended up in my father’s memories.”

“You said that your mother visited you first, right?” Hermione asked.

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“Maybe she had something to do with it?”

“It could be. But it sure was nice to watch parts of my father’s past. It was like watching home movies.”

“Home what?” Ron asked.

“I’ll explain later.” Hermione said to Ron, and then looked back at Harry, “You know, you never told us how you feel toward Draco now. Are you mad at him? Do you still love him?”

“Will you dump his ass?” Ron said.

“Ron!” Hermione gasped.

Harry laughed. “No, I won’t dump him, Ron. But yes, I am angry with him, although I did get to see some of my father’s memories. He really could have killed me.”

“If it wasn’t for your Power Surge, right? I mean, if you two were just a normal couple, without that magical connection, you’d be dead.”

“Please, Hermione, let’s keep this reunion happy, huh?” Ron frowned.

“Mr. Weasley’s right.”

The e gae gasped and pivoted their heads to the door. Standing there was Professors Snape, Dumbledore, McGonagall, and a big black dog. “Nice to see that you’re finally awake, Harry.” Dumbledore smiled.

“Sirius!” Harry ran to his godfather and hugged him. Dumbledore shut the door and locked it, and then used a silence charm around the room.

Sirius transformed back into himself and hugged Harry back. “I’m so glad that you’re ok! I’d probably start to cry if I saw you in that coma!”

“Cry or howl at the moon?” Harry snickered.

“Ha, ha, very funny, Harry.”

“So, Potter, you have escaped death again,” Snape said looking irate about something.

“Guess so.” Harry grinned. “My mum told me that it was because of the love Draco has for me.”

“She’s right.” Dumbledore smiled.

“Your mum?” McGonagall gasped.

Harry grinned, “Yeah, my Mum. I got to see her, and hug her. She’s the one that told me that I wasn’t dead and why, and then I started going through my father’s memories. I even got to watch my birth!”

Snape looked pale, but the others were smiling.

“What’s the matter, Severus?” Dumbledore asked with a slight twinkle in his eyes. “Are you disappointed about something?”

Snape raised a brow, “No. Let’s stop farting around and go get Lucius. I need something to strangle.”

“Not if I beat you to it.” Harry said.

“No, Mr. Potter,” McGonagall stated, “You will be staying here, resting.”

“I don’t need rest.” Harry sighed, “I need Draco.”

Sirius looked sympathetic.

“You will get him back in due time.” Dumbledore said. “I will be sending out all the Aurors that are available. Right now, you need to relax.”

All heads turned to the bed that Harry had occupied and saw that Madam Pomfrey was laying on it.

“What happened to Poppy?” McGonagall said.

“Er. . . um. . . Harry accidentally knocked her out before he woke up.”

“Yeah, and he hit me too.” Said Ron.

Harry went crimson. “Um, yeah, sorry about that Ron.”

“Well then, you’re just going to have to rest in your dorm.” Dumbledore said. “Minerva, you watch over Poppy and be here in case any students need help. Sirius, once turned back into Snuffles, and I will escort Harry, Ron, and Hermione to the Gryffindor Tower, and Severus, you know what you will do.”

After Dumbledore unlocked the door, Snape turned around and left immediately. Sirius transformed into Snuffles and sat down by the door, wagging his tail excitedly. Dumbledore led them out.

Once in the hallway, they saw Dobby come running up to them. “Harry Potter! Dobby is so glad you are awake!”

“Me too, Dobby. How’ve you been?”

Dobby marched along side of Harry, “Dobby has been worried sick! Harry Potter’s love has been kidnapped while in coma, and it be my old master that did it, too! Dobby is afraid for young Master Draco!”

“Me too, Dobby. More than anything.”

“Dobby hopes that Master Draco doesn’t get beat badly, like Dobby had been long time ago. We must get Harry Potter’s love of life back!”

Harry blushed. “Dobby. . .”

“Harry has to rest.” Dumbledore said over his shoulder.

“Dobby will help take care of Harry Potter!”

Hermione and Ron snickered.

“There’s no need, Dobby. I can take care of myself
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“Dobby will get other House-elves to make a big dinner! Harry Potter is hungry, yes? Dobby bring Harry Potter big feast!”

“Don’t worry about me, ok?” Harry went even redder.

“Why not?” Hermione said, “You always give us a fright!”

“You said it!” Ron said.

“Guys, this isn’t funny! I’m alive, I’m not in a coma, I don’t haveeverever anymore, and I’m worried sick about Draco!”

“Leave it to the Aurors.” Hermione said. “They’ll take care of everything.”

“But, they might be too late! You know how long it will take to get Fudge to even agree to send some Aurors! By the time that Fudge even nods his head, Draco might be dead!”

“Patience, Harry. You’re in no condition to do anything.” Dumbledore said.

“Yes, yes, you listen to Headmaster!” Dobby said, placing a hand in Harry’s.

As they continued to the Gryffindor Tower, Harry stayed silent. His mind began to churn as he thought about the horrors that Draco was probably now facing. ‘If I was an Auror, I’d leave even without Fudge’s orders.’ Harry thought.

“Sir?” Harry said, suddenly curious. “How did Sirius get here?”

“He flew on his motorbike.” Dumbledore said.

“Oh. It figures.”

Snuffles licked the hand that wasn’t holding Dobby’s.

‘He flew on his motorcycle. Hmm. . . his motorcycle. . .’

“Sir? How long is Sirius staying here?”

“As long as the crisis continues.”

“Oh. Ok.”

“What are you thinking?” Hermione demanded.

“Just wondering how he got here so fast, that’s all.”

Hermione gave him a funny look. “Are you sure that’s all your thinking about? You look deep in thought.”

“Just worried about Draco. Can’t I be worried about him?”

“Well, yeah, of course you can.”

“All right then, quit being nosy.” Harry drawled.

Hermione looked away and frowned.

“That wasn’t very nice!” Ron said.

But Harry stayed quiet, his thoughts continuing to churn.

~*~

Draco was just having a wonderful dream about holding Harry against him, murmuring soft, sweet words into his ear, making him shiver and moan when a rude voice woke him.

“Rise and shine, Draco!” The pillow under Draco’s head disappeared.

Draco grunted. “I’ll rise, but I refuse to shine.”

“Come now, boy. Is that any way to talk to your father?”

Draco sat up and gasped.

“That’s better.” Lucius smiled.

Draco glared, “You bastard! How could you just kill Greg and Vince like that and then kidnap me from Hogwarts? What the hell were you thinking??”

“THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!” Lucius shouted.

Being with Harry must be paying off, cause Draco didn’t even flinch. “You will go to Azkaban for this, *father*.” Draco spat.

“We shall see about that.” Lucius sneered. He grabbed onto Draco’s elbow and dragged him out of bed. Draco’s stomach instantly started to act up again, and he brought his free hand up to his mouth. He used as much willpower as he could to keep his stomach in tact while Lucius pulled him through the Manor’s halls.

They went down many flights of stairs before stopping at a particular door. Draco recognized it as his father’s usual place for contacting Lord Voldemort. “Would you like to see something, *son*?”

Draco’s eyes narrowed. Lucius ignored that look that his son was giving him and he opened the door. Without warning, Lucius shoved Draco into the room. Lucius whispered a spell and the torches in the room lit. The last time Draco was in this room, his father was talking to Voldemort and a couple Death Eaters.

Draco’s eyes fell upon something in the corner of the room, however, next to the fireplace. It wasn’t a *thing*, it was an actual person. It was. . .

“MUM!”

Lucius smiled. “Like my new decoration, son? She’s just too pretty to get rid of.”

Draco could feel the sharp stinging of tears welling up in his eyes. Narcissa Malfoy was *pinned* next to the fireplace, her left hand was missing entirely, her right hand had fingers missing, a leg was gone, a foot, her nose. . . blood behind her on the brick wall. . .

Draco fell to his knees, squeezing his eyes shut. “MOTHER! Oh, god, Mother!”

“There, there, son.” Lucius laid a hand on Draco’s shoulder. “She’s now in a better place.”

Draco stood swiftly and jerked away from Lucius’ hand. “YOU MONSTER! DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH ME! I can’t believe you’d do this to her! You LOVED her!”

“Ah, but love is an obstacle, Draco. If it gets in the way, you destroy it.”

Draco felt a chill run up and down his spine. It was no wonder that he had thought along those lines when he discovered that he was in love with Harry. Draco shivered.

“Am *I* an obstacle?”

“Depends.” Lucius smiled. “Depends all—on—you, my boy. Do you want to get in my way?”

Draco looked back over at his mutilated mother. Tears were now spilling down his hot cheeks.

“No.” Draco whispered.

Lucius grinned, “Good answer, boy.”

~TBC~