Rescuing the Dragon
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Harry Potter Crossovers › General - Misc
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
7,160
Reviews:
31
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter One
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Chapter One
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Draco Malfoy frowned as he picked at his breakfast. While the food was generally pretty good at Hogwarts -- not that he\'d admit that out loud -- he simply wasn\'t hungry. Since the defeat of the Dark Lord, Draco had been at utter loose ends. He snorted. Not that he\'d *ever* had any intentions of following the bastard. Draco Malfoy follow a mudblood? No bloody way. He had never understood why his father had.
The problem was that decision had hovered over him as long as he could remember. He wasn\'t stupid. He\'d known his father was a death eater *long* before anyone else had, and his father had expected him to follow in his footsteps. Even before beginning his legitimate schooling Draco had felt time pressing in on him, fully aware that once he was old enough, he was going to have to choose between family and his own sense of priorities -- defy his father, or defy himself. The thought alone was enough to make him shudder.
He wasn\'t particularly brave, and he\'d known all along that open defiance of his father would leave him in a *very* precarious position -- on the wrong side of some very powerful and very evil wizards, all without the protection of the Malfoy family. Because, let\'s face it, if he\'d denied his father\'s orders, he\'d have been disowned, if not killed outright. It was something that had haunted him since he could remember, disturbing his sleep with nightmare images and colored every waking action he took.
Now, though, the terrifying certainty that he\'d grown up with was gone, the Dark Lord no more, and Draco was alone. His father had disappeared the night of Voldemort\'s final defeat, and hadn\'t been heard from since. He could have dealt with that, really he could have. He wasn\'t exactly *missing* his father. That wasn\'t the problem. In fact, he\'d be q hap happy if he never saw Lucius Malfoy again.
He sighed, finally giving up on actually eating anything, and risked a glance at his housemates. They were ignoring him. Par for the course, actually. And *that* was the problem. With the expectations everyone had of him simply because of who his father was, Draco\'s only . . . friends at Hogwarts had been those people planning on following Voldemort. Now, though, it was different. Being associated with someone so closely connected to a known death eater was poison, which left Draco, again, alone, ostracised by *both* sides.
With a heavy sigh Draco shoved his plate away. He almost wished Voldemort had lived long enough for him to actually *have* to defy his father demands. If nothing else, he would have been dead and wouldn\'t have to worry about anytheverever again, or he would have been out in the open against Voldemort. Either way would have been better than being so bloody alone. The way it had gone down, even if he\'d felt like trying to explain, no one would believe him. Merlin! He hated this. He was so bloody lonely. It was a first for him, and he *really* didn\'t like it.
The last half of 6th year had been bad enough, but this year was even worse. He was a leader, not a loner, and being alone all the time was slowly dragging him down. Sometimes, it was enough to spark an itch behind his eyes, that infernal feeling that always preceded tears; though, so far he\'d refused to cry. Crying wouldn\'t do any good, besides, it was for babies -- or girls -- anyway.
The bells signalling the end of breakfast sounded, startling Draco out of his morose thoughts. Thankful for the reprieve, he strode out of the great hall, eager to get behind closed doors. He wasn\'t even sure he was going to go into Hogsmeade today -- even if it was the last chance before Christmas break. Being alone didn\'t feel so bad when you really *were* alone. At least in the privacy of his room, he could forget that things had gone to hell in a handbasket. He could forget that his life would *never* be the same again -- thanks to his father and that idiot Potter.
He was half way to his room, half way to freedom when his name being called stopped him short. He slumped in defeat and turned.
\"Mr. Malfoy,\" Professor McGonagall began as soon as she reached him. \"As you know, the schoolboard itself was given the responsibility of overseeing your safety and well-being.\"
\"Yes, Professor,\" Draco acknowledged, only just keeping himself from rolling his eyes. This wasn\'t exactly new information. His father\'s disappearance and his mother\'s current . . . incompetence -- **Why not just call her a drunk and get it over with?** he thought rebelliously. -- had left him without a legal guardian. He\'d stayed at the school over summer break because of it, ostensibly under the direct care of the headmaster. **And wasn\'t *that* fun?** he thoughtly. ly. He didn\'t understand why he hadn\'t been simply handed off to one of his other relatives. He had two aunts on his father\'s side, and an uncle on his mother\'s side. Any of them would have been entirely appropriate -- as far as he could tell. What he did know, was this was his last year to worry about it. He turned 18 in six months, and then he would be a free man. Well, he\'d still need to finish school, but other than that. . . .
\"This break, we\'ve decided you need to get away from Hogwarts, being cooped up here year round can\'t be good for you.\"
Draco jerked out his thoughts at that. **What? I\'m going somewhere? Did I miss her telling me where?**
Professor McGonagall frowned at him, her eyes narrowing, but she continued, not questioning his surprise. \"Professor Flintwick. . . .\"
Draco groaned mentally.
\". . . .will be taking you with him when he goes to Russia. The two of you will be there for two weeks.\"
**Two weeks stuck with Flintwick?!** He *had* to find a way out of it. He\'d go insane! The guy didn\'t have a sarcastic bone in himuldnuldn\'t recognize a *good* joke if it jumped up and bit him in the arse. He . . . he . . . *giggled* for Merlin\'s sake!
\"I really don\'t mind staying at Hogwarts, Professor,\" Draco began.
\"Be that as it may, you will be accompanying Professor Flintwick to Russia. You leave Monday morning.\"
\"But--\"
\"No buts, Mr. Malfoy. Good evening,\" she said firmly, turning and striding away before Draco could try again.
His wand hand twitched, and he frowned as he watched her march away from him. How he wouldn\'t dearly *love* to throw a hex her direction. This *entire* situation was, was-- **Oh!** he screamed silently, feeling the sudden, and rather childish temptation to stomp his foot in frustration. He was so angry he didn\'t know what the bloody hell the situation was, he just knew he loathed it. Spinning around, he stomped toward his room, snarling the password as he reached the portrait covered entrance to the Slytherin dorms. Finally reaching the privacy of his room, Draco threw himself angrily down onto his bed. Glaring at the ceiling, he resentfully crossed his arms, hugging them tightly to his chest.
Ranting silently, Draco seethed. He didn\'t want to go to Russia. He didn\'t want to go to Russia with *Professor* Flintwick. He-- He groaned. He wanted to go just about anywhere else. Merlin! He\'d rather stay with *muggles*!
That thought stopped his private rant co He He hadn\'t thought that. No. No way. He frowned, slowly sitting up. He held out his hands, metaphorically weighing a vacation spent in Russia with Flintwick, against some hypothetical muggle family. He couldn\'t believe it. He would. He really would rather that. And it was completely and utterly unbelievable. He was going off his nutter, that\'s all there was to it. Of course, once the \'I would rather be. . . .\' started he couldn\'t seem to stop it.
An hour later he\'d run through just about every scenario he could think of, and Flintwick had come out on top only three times. The professor came out ahead of Draco\'s own father, Harry Potter, and the Weasleys. He knew he\'d completely lost it when he realized that the said muggle family could even be *Granger\'s* and he\'d still prefer it.
It just *wasn\'t* fair!
TBC
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Chapter One
**********
Draco Malfoy frowned as he picked at his breakfast. While the food was generally pretty good at Hogwarts -- not that he\'d admit that out loud -- he simply wasn\'t hungry. Since the defeat of the Dark Lord, Draco had been at utter loose ends. He snorted. Not that he\'d *ever* had any intentions of following the bastard. Draco Malfoy follow a mudblood? No bloody way. He had never understood why his father had.
The problem was that decision had hovered over him as long as he could remember. He wasn\'t stupid. He\'d known his father was a death eater *long* before anyone else had, and his father had expected him to follow in his footsteps. Even before beginning his legitimate schooling Draco had felt time pressing in on him, fully aware that once he was old enough, he was going to have to choose between family and his own sense of priorities -- defy his father, or defy himself. The thought alone was enough to make him shudder.
He wasn\'t particularly brave, and he\'d known all along that open defiance of his father would leave him in a *very* precarious position -- on the wrong side of some very powerful and very evil wizards, all without the protection of the Malfoy family. Because, let\'s face it, if he\'d denied his father\'s orders, he\'d have been disowned, if not killed outright. It was something that had haunted him since he could remember, disturbing his sleep with nightmare images and colored every waking action he took.
Now, though, the terrifying certainty that he\'d grown up with was gone, the Dark Lord no more, and Draco was alone. His father had disappeared the night of Voldemort\'s final defeat, and hadn\'t been heard from since. He could have dealt with that, really he could have. He wasn\'t exactly *missing* his father. That wasn\'t the problem. In fact, he\'d be q hap happy if he never saw Lucius Malfoy again.
He sighed, finally giving up on actually eating anything, and risked a glance at his housemates. They were ignoring him. Par for the course, actually. And *that* was the problem. With the expectations everyone had of him simply because of who his father was, Draco\'s only . . . friends at Hogwarts had been those people planning on following Voldemort. Now, though, it was different. Being associated with someone so closely connected to a known death eater was poison, which left Draco, again, alone, ostracised by *both* sides.
With a heavy sigh Draco shoved his plate away. He almost wished Voldemort had lived long enough for him to actually *have* to defy his father demands. If nothing else, he would have been dead and wouldn\'t have to worry about anytheverever again, or he would have been out in the open against Voldemort. Either way would have been better than being so bloody alone. The way it had gone down, even if he\'d felt like trying to explain, no one would believe him. Merlin! He hated this. He was so bloody lonely. It was a first for him, and he *really* didn\'t like it.
The last half of 6th year had been bad enough, but this year was even worse. He was a leader, not a loner, and being alone all the time was slowly dragging him down. Sometimes, it was enough to spark an itch behind his eyes, that infernal feeling that always preceded tears; though, so far he\'d refused to cry. Crying wouldn\'t do any good, besides, it was for babies -- or girls -- anyway.
The bells signalling the end of breakfast sounded, startling Draco out of his morose thoughts. Thankful for the reprieve, he strode out of the great hall, eager to get behind closed doors. He wasn\'t even sure he was going to go into Hogsmeade today -- even if it was the last chance before Christmas break. Being alone didn\'t feel so bad when you really *were* alone. At least in the privacy of his room, he could forget that things had gone to hell in a handbasket. He could forget that his life would *never* be the same again -- thanks to his father and that idiot Potter.
He was half way to his room, half way to freedom when his name being called stopped him short. He slumped in defeat and turned.
\"Mr. Malfoy,\" Professor McGonagall began as soon as she reached him. \"As you know, the schoolboard itself was given the responsibility of overseeing your safety and well-being.\"
\"Yes, Professor,\" Draco acknowledged, only just keeping himself from rolling his eyes. This wasn\'t exactly new information. His father\'s disappearance and his mother\'s current . . . incompetence -- **Why not just call her a drunk and get it over with?** he thought rebelliously. -- had left him without a legal guardian. He\'d stayed at the school over summer break because of it, ostensibly under the direct care of the headmaster. **And wasn\'t *that* fun?** he thoughtly. ly. He didn\'t understand why he hadn\'t been simply handed off to one of his other relatives. He had two aunts on his father\'s side, and an uncle on his mother\'s side. Any of them would have been entirely appropriate -- as far as he could tell. What he did know, was this was his last year to worry about it. He turned 18 in six months, and then he would be a free man. Well, he\'d still need to finish school, but other than that. . . .
\"This break, we\'ve decided you need to get away from Hogwarts, being cooped up here year round can\'t be good for you.\"
Draco jerked out his thoughts at that. **What? I\'m going somewhere? Did I miss her telling me where?**
Professor McGonagall frowned at him, her eyes narrowing, but she continued, not questioning his surprise. \"Professor Flintwick. . . .\"
Draco groaned mentally.
\". . . .will be taking you with him when he goes to Russia. The two of you will be there for two weeks.\"
**Two weeks stuck with Flintwick?!** He *had* to find a way out of it. He\'d go insane! The guy didn\'t have a sarcastic bone in himuldnuldn\'t recognize a *good* joke if it jumped up and bit him in the arse. He . . . he . . . *giggled* for Merlin\'s sake!
\"I really don\'t mind staying at Hogwarts, Professor,\" Draco began.
\"Be that as it may, you will be accompanying Professor Flintwick to Russia. You leave Monday morning.\"
\"But--\"
\"No buts, Mr. Malfoy. Good evening,\" she said firmly, turning and striding away before Draco could try again.
His wand hand twitched, and he frowned as he watched her march away from him. How he wouldn\'t dearly *love* to throw a hex her direction. This *entire* situation was, was-- **Oh!** he screamed silently, feeling the sudden, and rather childish temptation to stomp his foot in frustration. He was so angry he didn\'t know what the bloody hell the situation was, he just knew he loathed it. Spinning around, he stomped toward his room, snarling the password as he reached the portrait covered entrance to the Slytherin dorms. Finally reaching the privacy of his room, Draco threw himself angrily down onto his bed. Glaring at the ceiling, he resentfully crossed his arms, hugging them tightly to his chest.
Ranting silently, Draco seethed. He didn\'t want to go to Russia. He didn\'t want to go to Russia with *Professor* Flintwick. He-- He groaned. He wanted to go just about anywhere else. Merlin! He\'d rather stay with *muggles*!
That thought stopped his private rant co He He hadn\'t thought that. No. No way. He frowned, slowly sitting up. He held out his hands, metaphorically weighing a vacation spent in Russia with Flintwick, against some hypothetical muggle family. He couldn\'t believe it. He would. He really would rather that. And it was completely and utterly unbelievable. He was going off his nutter, that\'s all there was to it. Of course, once the \'I would rather be. . . .\' started he couldn\'t seem to stop it.
An hour later he\'d run through just about every scenario he could think of, and Flintwick had come out on top only three times. The professor came out ahead of Draco\'s own father, Harry Potter, and the Weasleys. He knew he\'d completely lost it when he realized that the said muggle family could even be *Granger\'s* and he\'d still prefer it.
It just *wasn\'t* fair!
TBC
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