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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
18,726
Reviews:
68
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
The Lady's touch
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Chapter 17
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Author’s note:
Yes, I know, I know, I was sad to kill him too, but it was necessary.
And again: I don’t own anything, really, not even in the real world so, don’t sue.
_______
Narcisa and Draco stepped out of the fireplace gracefully. They had been to Riddler Mansion quite a few time and knew their way around. They were greeted by the guards as usual. There was always two Death Eaters guarding each entrance to the Manor, the floo was no exception.
There were a few surprises, however. The hallways were much brighter than usual and there were a lot more people coming and going. A lot was going on tonight and no one had said a word about an upcoming attack, which was odd, more than once a party at Malfoy Manor had been used to give fellow Death Eaters alibis.
They were led towards the Riddle infirmary and exchanged worried glances. Maybe Lucius was hurt. But once they entered the waiting room their guide took them to the far end of the room where they could see the Dark Lord talking to three women. Two of them with flaming red hair.
Narcisa could easily recognise them, Weasles.
“What are they doing here? Why is the Dark Lord talking so nicely to them?”
Years of social knowledge were working in her favour, she greeted them all amicably, taking her hint from the way the Dark Lord was treating them. He introduced her to the third woman, Sibil Trelaway, the name did sound familiar but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Draco was the one who solved the mystery for her.
“Mrs. Weasley, Miss Weasley, Professor Trelaway”
The two red heads were a mess, their faces were red and swollen like they had been crying for hours… which was not unusual or unexpected, but they were not in the dungeons, didn’t seem to be hurt, there were no blood anywhere, nor chains and… did they had tea cups on their hands??? Draco was at lost.
“Ah! Mrs. Malfoy, young Draco, how nice of you to join us in such short notice” the Dark Lord was being… civil? Narcisa started to feel a sting of fear. The Dark Lord was never civil unless he was about to became extra vicious with you.
“We come as soon as we received your message, my lord” said Narcisa as she and Draco bowed.
“Yes, and I am in great need of your assistance, my dear lady Malfoy. Sibil, dear, would you escort young Mr. Malfoy here to see his father. I don’t think he will be particularly entertained with our conversation here. The matters discussed downstairs will be much more of his liking.”
Narcisa froze and felt Draco tense under her hand. He was been taken to the dungeons, way from her and in to a chamber of torture. If the Dark lord wished he could be held down there suffering for days, and if Lucius had done something wrong in the Dark lord eyes… he would have no second thoughts about inflicting on the son the punishment for the father, but there was no backing up now.
She watched as her son and the professor left the room and turned her attention to the trio sitting in front of her, maybe she could do something to undo whatever it was that made the Dark lord send Draco to the dungeons.
“Mrs. Malfoy” started the Dark lord “the reason I called you here is because I need a clear and collected mind to help me find a solution for a delicate matter”
“How may I help my lord?”
“You see, Mrs. Weasley here just suffer a terrible loss…” Narcisa felt her worse nightmares were about to come true “and since you so well no how to make the general public believe on your version of the story, we would like you to help our dear friend here to… share a more ministry friendly version of the facts”
Narcisa took a few seconds to fully understand what was been said. There was no punishment, no anger to be dealt with, she was there because the Dark Lord needed her expertise in cover ups. She felt the iron grip around her heart began to loosen and she regained her usual poise as she gathered the details she needed to… adapt the facts.
******
“So” Narcisa thought over what she had heard and filtered the facts she needed “Dumbledore manipulated Harry’s life even before it had begun. Set up a girl to become his love interest and when that didn’t work out he…” she turned to Molly, her new friend as it seems “I’m sorry to put it in such crude terms, dear… took out the competition?”
“Exactly” said the Dark Lord.
“and now, if we are to do something about it we have to find a way to hide from him that we know all about his participation in the attack…”
The Dark Lord nodded.
“but he does know that there was an attack, so we need to give him some results… and since he is the headmaster we can not hide the passing of one of his students from him”
Narcisa took a sip from her tea thinking about the problem before her. They had one dead body, one injured young man and the girl in front of her had reached her limit. What could it be done?
“I know I will sound terribly cold hearted but here is what I think we should do: There is a reception tonight on the Ministry. You and your husband have to be there”
“What?” said Molly shocked.
“It’s a very important reception for the French Ministry of magic. In this reception there will be an incident and your husband will solve it… don’t worry I’ve known Marcel for years, it can be arranged, he is also a faithful follower”
“That is true, but I don’t see how this will help, my dear” said the Dark Lord.
“Molly, you never went home because you went to buy yourself a new dress… a present from the twins who now have a rather successful store. You went from… wherever you were to the twins shop were you got the message from your husband, you send your youngest home to get things ready and went to buy your dress, you have no idea what happened yet”
“but…” Molly was still confused.
“No, dear, let me finished” said Narcisa holding her hand “since your husband will make such a good impression tonight, he will be nominated the Liaison Officer to our friends in the continent. Then you will go home to find the horrible news, the young man injured may attest it was a Death Eater attack and you will be heart broken, Mr. Potter will be terribly distraught and so on and so forth… since Ginny took it so badly she will need to get away for awhile and as the new Liaison officer your husband will be offered to take her to Beaux Battoux for the next school year. Let’s face it, it *has* been quite a lot for her to handle so far, if we put her in front of Dumbledore she will crack, besides it is a lovely school for any young lady” she said smiling at Ginny. Everything on the girl screamed liability, it was actually for the best if she went away. One look at the Dark Lord showed her she had said the write thing, he wasn’t comfortable with the though of sending the girl back to Dumbledore the way she was.
“I don’t know…” Molly started, but the Dark Lord settle the question.
“It will put her out of danger, Molly” and that was it. Ginny was going to France.
“Well, now we took care of why Molly wasn’t there, Ginny’s safety…” said Narcisa “and refinement” she thought before going on “the injure and the casualty… let’s see… why didn’t the attackers go back to Dumbledore? Why did they leave one alive? Well, this one is easy, so they could be identified as Death Eaters… or… someone arrived and they had to leave early. Molly, who could have arrived at your house and cause the attack to stop?”
“Remus Lupin” said a voice from the door.
“He would never agree, Sibil” said Molly as Trelaway made her way to the group.
“He would if he knew everything. Do I have your permition, my lord, to seek him and bring him in to the fold?”
“Do you think it is wise, seer?”
“Yes, my lord. He will be a powerful ally”
“Then do it. Bring him before me before the night is over so the whole wizard world can read about the horrible new attack of the Death Eaters in a lovely wizard family”
Trelaway bowed and left, leaving the three of them to elaborate more the story they would be presenting to the world. Ginny was laying with her head on Molly’s lap, finally beaten by the sleeping draught they had slip her in her tea.
“That will take care of part of the problem. Now, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley have to go back or their absence will be noted. Molly needs a new dress. One or both of the twins and… well, Ron, needed to be at the Burrows to be discovered by… auros, we have to find a way to send a distress signal, well, I suppose that after loosing the ‘Death Eaters’, Mr. Lupin could go back and get help. No problem there. We will send Mrs. Tawer with him, being a med-witch would explain the healing in the wounds. She could be his date or something… and the attacker… oh, well, they simply disappeared. Let Dumbledore worry about them”
“Yes, that is very satisfactory. We will go with that plan” said the Dark Lord “Now, if you ladies excuse me, I have an interrogatory to attend. I will send your husband up, Molly, dear. The two of you have a reception to get ready to”
*******
Voldemort made his way to the dungeons to find Severus and Lucius teaching Harry and the Weasleys how to cast a perfect Crucio spell. The two remaining order members were bruised and bleeding on the floor.
“Severus! Lucius! You started without me! How rude” he said mockingly.
“No, my lord, we haven’t asked a single question yet. We were just passing time and teaching our friends here a few ‘new’ spells” answered Lucius as Snape corrected Arthur’s wand movement.
“Well, them, I think it’s time for us to begin… but first, Lucius, your wife just came up with the perfect explanation for a few things that happened tonight” said the Dark Lord before putting the man apart of what had been decided upstairs.
Arthur was against it, he wanted to stay and ‘help interrogate’ the men who had killed his son, but Harry and the others convinced him otherwise. They also promised to wait until he, Harry and the twins returned to actually start asking questions. What helped a great deal in convincing him.
Draco was stunned. He would have never expect to see any of the Weasleys so at easy with the Dark Lord, or anybody else for that matter, much less Harry bloody Potter, but there it was, they were all getting along brilliantly.
More than that. Harry was Snape’s son and the Dark lord’s grandson, what made him a very interesting life partner, even Lucius would agree. Harry was switching sides and now they could be friends or maybe even more, ok, so he was grieving over the death of his boyfriend, nothing that time and a friendly shoulder to cry on wouldn’t cure. Not a problem, now he knew he had the time and the chance of pursuing Potter, he could wait and play his game the way he liked it… knowing that in the end he would win.
Now there was something he could grow very much used to.
*******
Harry was sitting in his bed at Grimmauld place, Shadow sleeping in the pillow next to him. They had just returned from Ron’s funeral and he felt numb, not even the knowledge that Mrs. Malfoy’s plan had worked flawlessly help improve his mood.
Mr. Weasley had his promotion, Ginny was going to France in a couple of days, the prophet was, for once, printing things the way they wanted, Dumbledore was convinced, Hermione was hitting on him discreetly and Remus was on their side.
He never did find out what exactly Trelaway had said to him, but it seemed to have worked and now all the pieces were falling in to their places.
Snape had returned badly beaten and telling everyone he was able to convince Voldemort he was not a spy, Pettigrew, he said, was dead, but he had no idea why, he did, however caught a glimpse of mad-eye-moody, Mundungus and Kingsley chained to a wall, but he was too weak to do anything at the time. That last piece of information had left Dumbledore quite worried.
Trelaway was still missing, but they had no reason to bring up her name in any conversation, so no one talked about it.
Harry was brought out of his thought by an common looking owl bringing him a letter. He took the letter and read it twice before destroying it with a smile on his face.
{“Tomorrow begins faze two of our plan”} he said to Shadow.
{“Is that good?”}
{“Oh, that is the best, wait and see. Absolutely the best”}
Chapter 17
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Author’s note:
Yes, I know, I know, I was sad to kill him too, but it was necessary.
And again: I don’t own anything, really, not even in the real world so, don’t sue.
_______
Narcisa and Draco stepped out of the fireplace gracefully. They had been to Riddler Mansion quite a few time and knew their way around. They were greeted by the guards as usual. There was always two Death Eaters guarding each entrance to the Manor, the floo was no exception.
There were a few surprises, however. The hallways were much brighter than usual and there were a lot more people coming and going. A lot was going on tonight and no one had said a word about an upcoming attack, which was odd, more than once a party at Malfoy Manor had been used to give fellow Death Eaters alibis.
They were led towards the Riddle infirmary and exchanged worried glances. Maybe Lucius was hurt. But once they entered the waiting room their guide took them to the far end of the room where they could see the Dark Lord talking to three women. Two of them with flaming red hair.
Narcisa could easily recognise them, Weasles.
“What are they doing here? Why is the Dark Lord talking so nicely to them?”
Years of social knowledge were working in her favour, she greeted them all amicably, taking her hint from the way the Dark Lord was treating them. He introduced her to the third woman, Sibil Trelaway, the name did sound familiar but she couldn’t put her finger on it. Draco was the one who solved the mystery for her.
“Mrs. Weasley, Miss Weasley, Professor Trelaway”
The two red heads were a mess, their faces were red and swollen like they had been crying for hours… which was not unusual or unexpected, but they were not in the dungeons, didn’t seem to be hurt, there were no blood anywhere, nor chains and… did they had tea cups on their hands??? Draco was at lost.
“Ah! Mrs. Malfoy, young Draco, how nice of you to join us in such short notice” the Dark Lord was being… civil? Narcisa started to feel a sting of fear. The Dark Lord was never civil unless he was about to became extra vicious with you.
“We come as soon as we received your message, my lord” said Narcisa as she and Draco bowed.
“Yes, and I am in great need of your assistance, my dear lady Malfoy. Sibil, dear, would you escort young Mr. Malfoy here to see his father. I don’t think he will be particularly entertained with our conversation here. The matters discussed downstairs will be much more of his liking.”
Narcisa froze and felt Draco tense under her hand. He was been taken to the dungeons, way from her and in to a chamber of torture. If the Dark lord wished he could be held down there suffering for days, and if Lucius had done something wrong in the Dark lord eyes… he would have no second thoughts about inflicting on the son the punishment for the father, but there was no backing up now.
She watched as her son and the professor left the room and turned her attention to the trio sitting in front of her, maybe she could do something to undo whatever it was that made the Dark lord send Draco to the dungeons.
“Mrs. Malfoy” started the Dark lord “the reason I called you here is because I need a clear and collected mind to help me find a solution for a delicate matter”
“How may I help my lord?”
“You see, Mrs. Weasley here just suffer a terrible loss…” Narcisa felt her worse nightmares were about to come true “and since you so well no how to make the general public believe on your version of the story, we would like you to help our dear friend here to… share a more ministry friendly version of the facts”
Narcisa took a few seconds to fully understand what was been said. There was no punishment, no anger to be dealt with, she was there because the Dark Lord needed her expertise in cover ups. She felt the iron grip around her heart began to loosen and she regained her usual poise as she gathered the details she needed to… adapt the facts.
******
“So” Narcisa thought over what she had heard and filtered the facts she needed “Dumbledore manipulated Harry’s life even before it had begun. Set up a girl to become his love interest and when that didn’t work out he…” she turned to Molly, her new friend as it seems “I’m sorry to put it in such crude terms, dear… took out the competition?”
“Exactly” said the Dark Lord.
“and now, if we are to do something about it we have to find a way to hide from him that we know all about his participation in the attack…”
The Dark Lord nodded.
“but he does know that there was an attack, so we need to give him some results… and since he is the headmaster we can not hide the passing of one of his students from him”
Narcisa took a sip from her tea thinking about the problem before her. They had one dead body, one injured young man and the girl in front of her had reached her limit. What could it be done?
“I know I will sound terribly cold hearted but here is what I think we should do: There is a reception tonight on the Ministry. You and your husband have to be there”
“What?” said Molly shocked.
“It’s a very important reception for the French Ministry of magic. In this reception there will be an incident and your husband will solve it… don’t worry I’ve known Marcel for years, it can be arranged, he is also a faithful follower”
“That is true, but I don’t see how this will help, my dear” said the Dark Lord.
“Molly, you never went home because you went to buy yourself a new dress… a present from the twins who now have a rather successful store. You went from… wherever you were to the twins shop were you got the message from your husband, you send your youngest home to get things ready and went to buy your dress, you have no idea what happened yet”
“but…” Molly was still confused.
“No, dear, let me finished” said Narcisa holding her hand “since your husband will make such a good impression tonight, he will be nominated the Liaison Officer to our friends in the continent. Then you will go home to find the horrible news, the young man injured may attest it was a Death Eater attack and you will be heart broken, Mr. Potter will be terribly distraught and so on and so forth… since Ginny took it so badly she will need to get away for awhile and as the new Liaison officer your husband will be offered to take her to Beaux Battoux for the next school year. Let’s face it, it *has* been quite a lot for her to handle so far, if we put her in front of Dumbledore she will crack, besides it is a lovely school for any young lady” she said smiling at Ginny. Everything on the girl screamed liability, it was actually for the best if she went away. One look at the Dark Lord showed her she had said the write thing, he wasn’t comfortable with the though of sending the girl back to Dumbledore the way she was.
“I don’t know…” Molly started, but the Dark Lord settle the question.
“It will put her out of danger, Molly” and that was it. Ginny was going to France.
“Well, now we took care of why Molly wasn’t there, Ginny’s safety…” said Narcisa “and refinement” she thought before going on “the injure and the casualty… let’s see… why didn’t the attackers go back to Dumbledore? Why did they leave one alive? Well, this one is easy, so they could be identified as Death Eaters… or… someone arrived and they had to leave early. Molly, who could have arrived at your house and cause the attack to stop?”
“Remus Lupin” said a voice from the door.
“He would never agree, Sibil” said Molly as Trelaway made her way to the group.
“He would if he knew everything. Do I have your permition, my lord, to seek him and bring him in to the fold?”
“Do you think it is wise, seer?”
“Yes, my lord. He will be a powerful ally”
“Then do it. Bring him before me before the night is over so the whole wizard world can read about the horrible new attack of the Death Eaters in a lovely wizard family”
Trelaway bowed and left, leaving the three of them to elaborate more the story they would be presenting to the world. Ginny was laying with her head on Molly’s lap, finally beaten by the sleeping draught they had slip her in her tea.
“That will take care of part of the problem. Now, Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley have to go back or their absence will be noted. Molly needs a new dress. One or both of the twins and… well, Ron, needed to be at the Burrows to be discovered by… auros, we have to find a way to send a distress signal, well, I suppose that after loosing the ‘Death Eaters’, Mr. Lupin could go back and get help. No problem there. We will send Mrs. Tawer with him, being a med-witch would explain the healing in the wounds. She could be his date or something… and the attacker… oh, well, they simply disappeared. Let Dumbledore worry about them”
“Yes, that is very satisfactory. We will go with that plan” said the Dark Lord “Now, if you ladies excuse me, I have an interrogatory to attend. I will send your husband up, Molly, dear. The two of you have a reception to get ready to”
*******
Voldemort made his way to the dungeons to find Severus and Lucius teaching Harry and the Weasleys how to cast a perfect Crucio spell. The two remaining order members were bruised and bleeding on the floor.
“Severus! Lucius! You started without me! How rude” he said mockingly.
“No, my lord, we haven’t asked a single question yet. We were just passing time and teaching our friends here a few ‘new’ spells” answered Lucius as Snape corrected Arthur’s wand movement.
“Well, them, I think it’s time for us to begin… but first, Lucius, your wife just came up with the perfect explanation for a few things that happened tonight” said the Dark Lord before putting the man apart of what had been decided upstairs.
Arthur was against it, he wanted to stay and ‘help interrogate’ the men who had killed his son, but Harry and the others convinced him otherwise. They also promised to wait until he, Harry and the twins returned to actually start asking questions. What helped a great deal in convincing him.
Draco was stunned. He would have never expect to see any of the Weasleys so at easy with the Dark Lord, or anybody else for that matter, much less Harry bloody Potter, but there it was, they were all getting along brilliantly.
More than that. Harry was Snape’s son and the Dark lord’s grandson, what made him a very interesting life partner, even Lucius would agree. Harry was switching sides and now they could be friends or maybe even more, ok, so he was grieving over the death of his boyfriend, nothing that time and a friendly shoulder to cry on wouldn’t cure. Not a problem, now he knew he had the time and the chance of pursuing Potter, he could wait and play his game the way he liked it… knowing that in the end he would win.
Now there was something he could grow very much used to.
*******
Harry was sitting in his bed at Grimmauld place, Shadow sleeping in the pillow next to him. They had just returned from Ron’s funeral and he felt numb, not even the knowledge that Mrs. Malfoy’s plan had worked flawlessly help improve his mood.
Mr. Weasley had his promotion, Ginny was going to France in a couple of days, the prophet was, for once, printing things the way they wanted, Dumbledore was convinced, Hermione was hitting on him discreetly and Remus was on their side.
He never did find out what exactly Trelaway had said to him, but it seemed to have worked and now all the pieces were falling in to their places.
Snape had returned badly beaten and telling everyone he was able to convince Voldemort he was not a spy, Pettigrew, he said, was dead, but he had no idea why, he did, however caught a glimpse of mad-eye-moody, Mundungus and Kingsley chained to a wall, but he was too weak to do anything at the time. That last piece of information had left Dumbledore quite worried.
Trelaway was still missing, but they had no reason to bring up her name in any conversation, so no one talked about it.
Harry was brought out of his thought by an common looking owl bringing him a letter. He took the letter and read it twice before destroying it with a smile on his face.
{“Tomorrow begins faze two of our plan”} he said to Shadow.
{“Is that good?”}
{“Oh, that is the best, wait and see. Absolutely the best”}