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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
18
Views:
18,727
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 Illusion
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Chapter 18 - The Illusion
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Author’s note:
I know, It’s very childish but I simply can’t help it: (/me singing annoyingly) I have a beta, I have a beta, I have a beta. Thanks and kisses for the wonderful ‘The Original Pe’ who is lending a helping hand and already revised the first seven chapters, also, you can check her own work at fanfiction.net, the name is “Of Slings and Arrows”.
And so everybody remembers: If you saw somewhere else before, it’s not mine. All I claim is the plot, but than again even in that I could be delusional.
This is a get-things-going-again chapter. I’ve been away for too long and I’m still trying to work through my monumental write’s block.
*****
Harry made his way through the Ministry with Dumbledore, Remus and Hermione. Fudge was determined to regain some popularity by putting on a big show of just how much he was working to bring Ronald Weasley’s assassins to justice… and of course, his first suspect was Harry. That was way Harry found himself at the Ministry just one day after Ron’s funeral.
“Good old Fudge. You would think that after so long he would at least learn not to make such a huge PR mistake, I mean, come on, bring the grieving best friend/boyfriend for questioning the day after the funeral and ‘leaking’ to the press the fact that he considers me a suspect! Not to mention the fact that the whole wizard world knows I’m here today, great security job”
Harry notice Tonks standing near by and smiled at her. She smile at him back a tad nervous and Harry signed, she had an important role to play today, that was a lot at stake for her and Remus and nothing could go wrong. Today’s stunt would have to be flawless.
Harry remembered the letter he received not 24 hours ago with the details of what would happen today. It was risky, but nobody wanted to endure the alternative. Family was too important.
“Dear Harry.
I wish I could have been with you at today’s ceremony, but we all know we are forced to wait until our present situation is solved one way or the other. I just want you to remember that my thoughts are with you always. I also wish you could have more time to grief, but we need to haste with our plans doe to a small complication, nothing bad, rest assured, but it is something that demands our attention rather sooner than latter.
This letter is fairly safe and it is spelled to look like a mere condolence letter from one of your fans, but it would be wise to read alone or in the presence of our trusted friends only.
As for the matter at hand. It appears our werewolf friend has been busy and now the Wizard World has a new family on the making. Which presents a hole new problem, you see, our steamed ministry has passed a law stating that werewolfs are not allowed to have children… some nonsense about passing the curse on. Totally impossible, the child will be human, only with stronger senses and instincts, but because of that law the werewolf’s girlfriend will be forced to… dispose of her child. It is needless to say that both of them are very distress over the matter and asked us for our help, which will be given tomorrow at the ministry. What can I say? It will be a blast, just stay out of the way.
You will, however, be needed to establish confidence on the soon to be the new member of the Order of the Phoenix. The meeting will take place at muggle book store outside the Leaky Caldron, with my position as a spy compromised the old fool will be looking for a new set of eye inside the inner circle. All you need to do is make sure he gets the attention of the right person. Don’t over do it.
I have the utmost thrust on you, my son. In spite of everything I have said in the past years, and I know everything will be fine. I’ll be waiting to hear from you as soon as possible and, please, do remember to burn this letter as soon as you finish reading it.
Love,
Your father.
PS: The seer sends her regards. What do you think, should I invite her for dinner one of these nights? I do feel the need to thank her for reuniting us.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts by a sickening sweet voice.
“Well, well, Mr. Potter. In trouble again, hummm?” said Umbridge walking up to them in the hallway “It appears you are always in need to come to the ministry to explain yourself”
“Well, of course I do, the ministry is not competent enough to perform a simple task and add two and two together, so I always have to come here and show you the wrong of your ways, not that Fudge has enough brain power to comprehend the facts at any case”
“Why you…” Umbridge’s face was purple and she pointed her wand at Harry before she could control herself. A flash of light cought her attention. Rita Skeeter and a photographer from the Daily Prophet were standing not five feet away from them.
“Madame Umbridge, why does the ministry feels necessary to have a wand pointed at Mr. Potter? Can a sixteen year old present such a threat?” and before Umbridge could recompose herself enough to answer Rita has turned to Harry “Mr. Potter, why were you called here? Is it true that you are being charged with your boyfriend’s murder? How do you feel about being accused without any evidence again? Are you…”
“Wait, Rita, Darling. How about another exclusive?” Harry could see Umbridge turning a deeper shade of purple at the mere suggestion of an interview, he could clearly remember her reactions to the one he had given the year before. So could she, apparently “Now, that wouldn’t be fair of me. Would it? I should wait for the other reporters that are dieing for an interview also…”
Harry could see Umbridge start to sweat.
“Mr. Potter, I do believe the ministry is waiting for you, perhaps we should…” but Harry cut her before she could go any further.
“Yes, the ministry. Tell me Mrs. Umbridge, why does the ministry finds so important to interrogate me about an attack that I did not witness and where I lost someone who was dearly important to me? And since we are talking about that what security measures did he take to ensure the safety of a minor, namely me, who is a main target for the Death Eaters and had to leave the safety of my house and answer to his accusations of murdering my boyfriend on a, thanks to him, very public event?”
“Well, Mr. Potter, I would hardly call your interrr… interview with the ministry, just a friendly interview, a public event…”
“Really?” asked Harry holding the Daily Prophet in front of her, the head line said: Potter will be escorted to the ministry of magic today to explain the murder of Ron Weasley.
“I assure you that this place has the highest security…”
“Yeah, yeah… I’ve heard that one before, and my… interview with the ministry is not suppose to happen for another 20 minutes. Rita, how about that interview?” said Harry offering his arm to the reporter who could not hide her surprise or her pleasure while taking his arm and walking away from Umbridge, who ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the lifts and disappeared.
Remus was openly laughing while Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle like mad. He was quite pleased with Harry. The boy had been nothing but respectful and obedient to him, Mr. Weasley’s death had left him too fragile too argue with Dumbledore about anything, but his attitude at the ministry had shown that he was not broken, just back under Dumbledore’s control like he should had been all the time. Yes. Dumbledore was quite happy indeed.
Hermione sat at Harry’s side while he talked to the reporter. She was also happy, Harry was accepting her presence and support, even seeking her out to talk. Pretty soon he would turn to her looking for comfort now that Ron was out of the picture. Hermione smiled and took Harry’s hand pretending to support him while he answered the questions. Everything was going as planed.
Harry had been sitting there for less than 3 minutes before Fudge simply appeared out of nowhere with Umbridge at his side.
“Mr. Potter, It came to my attention we are having a little misunderstanding” he said with a large fake smile.
“Is that so, sir?” asked Harry raising an eyebrow.
Rita Skeeter saw an opportunity to jump in and get her scoop.
“Mr. Fudge, how do you answer the many accusations the ministry has been receiving of trying to incriminate Harry Potter of any crime it can find in order to diverge the publics attention from the fact that so far no a single Death Eater has been arrested ever since the return of the Dark Lord other than the ones Mr. Potter delivered himself?”
That was all it took for all hell to break loose. All of the sudden all the grown ups were yelling at each other and Dumbledore was trying to get them all to shut up and listen, but Fudge and Umbridge were not listening to anybody and were voicing quite loudly the virtues of the ministry while Rita Skeeter’s questions became more and more daring.
Harry got up to his feet and turned to Hermione.
“Hermione, let’s go. They are not paying attention to us right now and I really need to get away for a while”
“Harry, I don’t know…” said Hermione looking at the group arguing a few feet away.
“Don’t you want to spend an afternoon with me in muggle London?” Harry said with a smile holding out his hand to her.
Hermione blinked and considered her options for half a second before smiling at him and taking his hand. They ran to the ministry’s exit and in a few minutes they were in a cab driving away.
*****
Harry and Hermione spend the whole day walking around muggle London and getting to know the city. Harry bought himself a camera and decided to “immortalize” what he called “their day off”. Eventually Harry manage to “discover” a small café where he convinced Hermione to sit for awhile and eat something.
He and Draco nodded at each other and Harry made sure Hermione sat facing the blond wizard.
Sure enough it took less than a minute for Hermione to notice a couple sitting a few tables away and recognize Draco Malfoy. The silver blond teen was kissing a pretty brunette and complete ignoring the rest of the restaurant.
“Oh, God! Harry, look it’s Malfoy… with a muggle!”
Harry pretended to look shocked and surprised. Inside he was laughing, everything was going according to the plan.
*******
Reviews
Yana: Well, What can I say? Get a number and in line (/me LOL) but It’s nice to know I’m getting a reaction.
Amber: Well… It won’t be love, but she WILL suffer a lot. I’m kind of using this fic to get revenge on her for a number of other fics I read… I know it’s immature and pointless, but still sweet (I’m a very evil child)
Empress: I’m very sad about it too : ( but don’t you worry, revenge will be ours!
Priss386: Priss!!! You’re back. I’m very happy to hear from you, please keep reviewing.
Gy: You’re evil… and I love it. I hope you like what I have in store for her.
acr: hehehe, don’t worry, you will.
Chapter 18 - The Illusion
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Author’s note:
I know, It’s very childish but I simply can’t help it: (/me singing annoyingly) I have a beta, I have a beta, I have a beta. Thanks and kisses for the wonderful ‘The Original Pe’ who is lending a helping hand and already revised the first seven chapters, also, you can check her own work at fanfiction.net, the name is “Of Slings and Arrows”.
And so everybody remembers: If you saw somewhere else before, it’s not mine. All I claim is the plot, but than again even in that I could be delusional.
This is a get-things-going-again chapter. I’ve been away for too long and I’m still trying to work through my monumental write’s block.
*****
Harry made his way through the Ministry with Dumbledore, Remus and Hermione. Fudge was determined to regain some popularity by putting on a big show of just how much he was working to bring Ronald Weasley’s assassins to justice… and of course, his first suspect was Harry. That was way Harry found himself at the Ministry just one day after Ron’s funeral.
“Good old Fudge. You would think that after so long he would at least learn not to make such a huge PR mistake, I mean, come on, bring the grieving best friend/boyfriend for questioning the day after the funeral and ‘leaking’ to the press the fact that he considers me a suspect! Not to mention the fact that the whole wizard world knows I’m here today, great security job”
Harry notice Tonks standing near by and smiled at her. She smile at him back a tad nervous and Harry signed, she had an important role to play today, that was a lot at stake for her and Remus and nothing could go wrong. Today’s stunt would have to be flawless.
Harry remembered the letter he received not 24 hours ago with the details of what would happen today. It was risky, but nobody wanted to endure the alternative. Family was too important.
“Dear Harry.
I wish I could have been with you at today’s ceremony, but we all know we are forced to wait until our present situation is solved one way or the other. I just want you to remember that my thoughts are with you always. I also wish you could have more time to grief, but we need to haste with our plans doe to a small complication, nothing bad, rest assured, but it is something that demands our attention rather sooner than latter.
This letter is fairly safe and it is spelled to look like a mere condolence letter from one of your fans, but it would be wise to read alone or in the presence of our trusted friends only.
As for the matter at hand. It appears our werewolf friend has been busy and now the Wizard World has a new family on the making. Which presents a hole new problem, you see, our steamed ministry has passed a law stating that werewolfs are not allowed to have children… some nonsense about passing the curse on. Totally impossible, the child will be human, only with stronger senses and instincts, but because of that law the werewolf’s girlfriend will be forced to… dispose of her child. It is needless to say that both of them are very distress over the matter and asked us for our help, which will be given tomorrow at the ministry. What can I say? It will be a blast, just stay out of the way.
You will, however, be needed to establish confidence on the soon to be the new member of the Order of the Phoenix. The meeting will take place at muggle book store outside the Leaky Caldron, with my position as a spy compromised the old fool will be looking for a new set of eye inside the inner circle. All you need to do is make sure he gets the attention of the right person. Don’t over do it.
I have the utmost thrust on you, my son. In spite of everything I have said in the past years, and I know everything will be fine. I’ll be waiting to hear from you as soon as possible and, please, do remember to burn this letter as soon as you finish reading it.
Love,
Your father.
PS: The seer sends her regards. What do you think, should I invite her for dinner one of these nights? I do feel the need to thank her for reuniting us.
Harry was brought out of his thoughts by a sickening sweet voice.
“Well, well, Mr. Potter. In trouble again, hummm?” said Umbridge walking up to them in the hallway “It appears you are always in need to come to the ministry to explain yourself”
“Well, of course I do, the ministry is not competent enough to perform a simple task and add two and two together, so I always have to come here and show you the wrong of your ways, not that Fudge has enough brain power to comprehend the facts at any case”
“Why you…” Umbridge’s face was purple and she pointed her wand at Harry before she could control herself. A flash of light cought her attention. Rita Skeeter and a photographer from the Daily Prophet were standing not five feet away from them.
“Madame Umbridge, why does the ministry feels necessary to have a wand pointed at Mr. Potter? Can a sixteen year old present such a threat?” and before Umbridge could recompose herself enough to answer Rita has turned to Harry “Mr. Potter, why were you called here? Is it true that you are being charged with your boyfriend’s murder? How do you feel about being accused without any evidence again? Are you…”
“Wait, Rita, Darling. How about another exclusive?” Harry could see Umbridge turning a deeper shade of purple at the mere suggestion of an interview, he could clearly remember her reactions to the one he had given the year before. So could she, apparently “Now, that wouldn’t be fair of me. Would it? I should wait for the other reporters that are dieing for an interview also…”
Harry could see Umbridge start to sweat.
“Mr. Potter, I do believe the ministry is waiting for you, perhaps we should…” but Harry cut her before she could go any further.
“Yes, the ministry. Tell me Mrs. Umbridge, why does the ministry finds so important to interrogate me about an attack that I did not witness and where I lost someone who was dearly important to me? And since we are talking about that what security measures did he take to ensure the safety of a minor, namely me, who is a main target for the Death Eaters and had to leave the safety of my house and answer to his accusations of murdering my boyfriend on a, thanks to him, very public event?”
“Well, Mr. Potter, I would hardly call your interrr… interview with the ministry, just a friendly interview, a public event…”
“Really?” asked Harry holding the Daily Prophet in front of her, the head line said: Potter will be escorted to the ministry of magic today to explain the murder of Ron Weasley.
“I assure you that this place has the highest security…”
“Yeah, yeah… I’ve heard that one before, and my… interview with the ministry is not suppose to happen for another 20 minutes. Rita, how about that interview?” said Harry offering his arm to the reporter who could not hide her surprise or her pleasure while taking his arm and walking away from Umbridge, who ran as fast as her legs could carry her to the lifts and disappeared.
Remus was openly laughing while Dumbledore’s eyes twinkle like mad. He was quite pleased with Harry. The boy had been nothing but respectful and obedient to him, Mr. Weasley’s death had left him too fragile too argue with Dumbledore about anything, but his attitude at the ministry had shown that he was not broken, just back under Dumbledore’s control like he should had been all the time. Yes. Dumbledore was quite happy indeed.
Hermione sat at Harry’s side while he talked to the reporter. She was also happy, Harry was accepting her presence and support, even seeking her out to talk. Pretty soon he would turn to her looking for comfort now that Ron was out of the picture. Hermione smiled and took Harry’s hand pretending to support him while he answered the questions. Everything was going as planed.
Harry had been sitting there for less than 3 minutes before Fudge simply appeared out of nowhere with Umbridge at his side.
“Mr. Potter, It came to my attention we are having a little misunderstanding” he said with a large fake smile.
“Is that so, sir?” asked Harry raising an eyebrow.
Rita Skeeter saw an opportunity to jump in and get her scoop.
“Mr. Fudge, how do you answer the many accusations the ministry has been receiving of trying to incriminate Harry Potter of any crime it can find in order to diverge the publics attention from the fact that so far no a single Death Eater has been arrested ever since the return of the Dark Lord other than the ones Mr. Potter delivered himself?”
That was all it took for all hell to break loose. All of the sudden all the grown ups were yelling at each other and Dumbledore was trying to get them all to shut up and listen, but Fudge and Umbridge were not listening to anybody and were voicing quite loudly the virtues of the ministry while Rita Skeeter’s questions became more and more daring.
Harry got up to his feet and turned to Hermione.
“Hermione, let’s go. They are not paying attention to us right now and I really need to get away for a while”
“Harry, I don’t know…” said Hermione looking at the group arguing a few feet away.
“Don’t you want to spend an afternoon with me in muggle London?” Harry said with a smile holding out his hand to her.
Hermione blinked and considered her options for half a second before smiling at him and taking his hand. They ran to the ministry’s exit and in a few minutes they were in a cab driving away.
*****
Harry and Hermione spend the whole day walking around muggle London and getting to know the city. Harry bought himself a camera and decided to “immortalize” what he called “their day off”. Eventually Harry manage to “discover” a small café where he convinced Hermione to sit for awhile and eat something.
He and Draco nodded at each other and Harry made sure Hermione sat facing the blond wizard.
Sure enough it took less than a minute for Hermione to notice a couple sitting a few tables away and recognize Draco Malfoy. The silver blond teen was kissing a pretty brunette and complete ignoring the rest of the restaurant.
“Oh, God! Harry, look it’s Malfoy… with a muggle!”
Harry pretended to look shocked and surprised. Inside he was laughing, everything was going according to the plan.
*******
Reviews
Yana: Well, What can I say? Get a number and in line (/me LOL) but It’s nice to know I’m getting a reaction.
Amber: Well… It won’t be love, but she WILL suffer a lot. I’m kind of using this fic to get revenge on her for a number of other fics I read… I know it’s immature and pointless, but still sweet (I’m a very evil child)
Empress: I’m very sad about it too : ( but don’t you worry, revenge will be ours!
Priss386: Priss!!! You’re back. I’m very happy to hear from you, please keep reviewing.
Gy: You’re evil… and I love it. I hope you like what I have in store for her.
acr: hehehe, don’t worry, you will.