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Death Toll
Chapter Number/Total: 2/40
Chapter Title: Death Toll
Words: 2506 Words
Draco checked in on everyone, finding most of the guests sitting down to lunch. Mr Weasley was in the sitting room, making a Floo call to the Ministry, so Draco waited in the hall for Harry.
Harry saw Draco and headed over to him. "Hey," he said, giving him a small smile. "Everyone okay?"
"We're in time for lunch," Draco said. "Where is she?"
"She doesn't want to come out," Harry answered. "I was just going to bring her up a tray."
Draco frowned but nodded, taking Harry's hand and leading them into the dining room. There were several people in the room when Harry and Draco entered.
"Hey," Ginny greeted them quietly.
"Morning," said Harry, nodding to a few others. He saw that Hermione and her mother were at the table. While they both looked subdued and miserable, at least they were there. He picked up one of the trays still laying out from last night and began piling food on it, not really knowing what Aunt Petunia might like.
"Where are you going?" asked Luna.
"Taking food up to my aunt," said Harry, wondering if he could manage to carry the tray and the tea service. He couldn't without spilling everything all over the place. "Draco, can you grab that?" he asked, indicating the tea with a nod of his head.
Draco picked up the other items and stood waiting for Harry.
"Thanks," said Harry. "I'm going to Apparate into the hall outside the suite." And then he did, appearing there a moment later.
Draco followed him, sighing. This was the house-elves' job, not his.
Harry waited for Draco to appear, and stepped inside the room when he did. He made his way quickly across the sitting room again and entered the bedroom with the food. He set the tray on the small table by the window that Aunt Petunia was sitting at.
"Erm, well, there's your food," he said.
Aunt Petunia looked up at him and then at Draco, frowning at him warily. Her eyes seemed to linger on his silver hand and then on his wedding ring.
Harry coughed awkwardly.
Draco set the tray down. "Let us know if you need anything else," he said, and looked to Harry.
Harry nodded. "I'm just going to be downstairs. Erm, you're welcome to come down whenever you like. There's a library if you want something to do."
She gave him a few small nods and reached meekly for a tea cup.
"Um, okay then. I'll just ... go."
She nodded again, not looking at him.
Harry took Draco's hand and pulled him out of the room, feeling very strange.
"You need to eat," Draco said, and then Apparated them back downstairs.
Harry's stomach grumbled as he and Draco headed back into the dining room. He sat down at the table next to Neville with an empty seat on his left for Draco. He reached forward and grabbed a few sandwiches, eating half of one in a few bites.
Draco poured tea for himself and Harry, setting them on the table. Then he froze, staring at a copy of The Daily Prophet that was laying out. The headline read "Christmas Massacre - 56 Dead". He swallowed, feeling faint.
Harry was chewing and reached for his tea. He swallowed his mouthful and turned to Draco. "Thanks, love," he said, but his face fell as he saw Draco's.
As Draco continued to stare at the page, the number changed from "56" to "59".
Harry followed Draco's line of vision and saw the paper. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment before looking down at his food. 59 dead? He couldn’t believe it. He didn't feel very hungry anymore.
"It updates the number every time they get a new report," Neville explained, gesturing at the page. "It was only up to 32 when we first saw it."
Ginny looked sadly at Harry.
"That's more than half a hundred," Harry said, voice weak. "God."
Draco pulled out his chair and sat down heavily, reaching for his tea. "They are insane," he whispered.
Harry glared at the paper and looked down the table at Hermione and her mother again, deciding to refrain from saying just how insane they were.
"Eat, Harry," Draco said.
Harry looked at his half-finished sandwich and sighed before lifting it to his mouth. It didn't taste as good as it had a few minutes ago.
"How's your aunt, Harry?" asked Ginny.
Harry shrugged. "Not great, but she's eating."
Draco picked up the paper and began reading, still sipping his tea. It wasn't like he trusted the paper to get it right, but he had to know what they said anyway.
Ginny nodded and went back to picking at her own food.
Harry looked over and read a bit of the paper with Draco, wondering what they were going to do with all the bodies, wondering what they were already doing. His stomach squirmed a bit and he winced, thinking of Seamus and all the others.
Draco finished reading the paper and then set it aside. He frowned at Harry. "You need to eat," he said a little harsher than he intended.
"Well, I'm sorry if I don't have much of an appetite right now," Harry said, scowling slightly before he took another bite of his sandwich.
Luna looked at them curiously.
Draco got up from the table and stood behind Harry, leaning over him with his arms about his shoulders and his mouth against Harry's ear. "I love you and I need you. We both do," he whispered, "so please eat."
Harry sighed. "I am," he said a bit resignedly, knowing he would finish everything on his plate now.
"Good," Draco said, kissing Harry's cheek. He stood back up. "I am going to check the news from the Order."
Harry nodded, wanting to go with him, but eating his food. "I'll be in when I'm finished," he said.
Draco nodded to the others and then strode from the room to find Mr Weasley.
Mr Weasley was talking with Lupin in the fire.
Mrs Weasley was sitting on the couch and listening intently. "Oh, good morning, Draco dear," she said when he came in.
Mr Weasley looked around and nodded to Draco in greeting.
Draco nodded to Mrs Weasley and then crouched beside Mr Weasley at the fire.
"And they say we've caught how many Death Eaters?" Mr Weasley asked, going back to his conversation with Remus.
Remus glanced at Draco. "Two dead, eight in custody," he said, "including the two your people took down."
Mr Weasley sighed and nodded. "At least it's a small dent," he said, taking off his glasses to wipe away the grime from the fire.
"Is the death toll in the Daily Prophet accurate?" Draco asked.
Remus nodded. "They are using the confirmed tallies directly from the Ministry. But we also have the missing to account for. They could be visiting somewhere else for the holidays, but it needs to be checked."
Mr Weasley nodded again, putting his glasses back on. "I should be heading to work soon. It won't be long before they're going to be needing help with the Muggles. I've already received an owl. The Muggles are reporting on dozens of missing people and deaths."
"Oh, Arthur, it's Christmas," said Mrs Weasley.
"It doesn't stop this from happening, Molly," said Mr Weasley wearily.
Draco nodded again, sighing. "How many of our people have been hurt? Or lost?"
Remus grimaced. "We have three Aurors dead, five in St. Mungo's and more with minor injuries."
"Anyone in the Order?" Draco asked.
"Only minor injuries among the Order," Remus said. "Did you hear they reinstated Tonks?"
"I didn't," said Mr Weasley.
Remus shook his head sadly. "They needed Aurors badly enough they made a deal with her. They'll reinstate her but put a reprimand in her file. Charges dropped."
"Good," Draco said. "The reprimand can be dealt with later."
Mr Weasley nodded. "That's good," he agreed. He got to his feet, brushing his robes off. "I suppose I'm off then," he said.
Mrs Weasley got to her feet too, frowning at him.
"I'll be home later, Molly," he said, pecking her on the cheek. "You and the kids stay here."
She nodded. "Check on Percy," she said, still looking sad to see her husband leave.
"I will," said Mr Weasley. "Draco. Remus." He nodded to both of them before striding out of the room.
"I have to go," Remus said. "The fighting has stopped for now, but we have a lot to clean up."
"Let us know if we can help," Draco said.
Remus nodded and the image of his face fell back into flames.
Draco stood up and walked over to Mrs Weasley, sitting down in a chair near her. "He will be fine," he assured her. "The fighting is over for today."
She sighed and nodded. "Yes, I suppose," she said. She looked around her. "Where's Harry?" she asked. "I haven't seen him today."
"The others are in the dining room. Have you eaten?" Draco asked.
"A little at breakfast, but I suppose I could do with a spot of tea." She stood up again. "How about you? Have you eaten?"
Draco stood when she did. "A bit," he lied, "but I will come in there with you." He walked beside her.
She nodded and the two of them made their way back into the dining room.
Harry looked up when they entered, nearly finished with his own food. "What's up?" he asked Draco, finishing off his tea.
"Mr Weasley has gone to the Ministry to help. Remus gave us updates on the missing and injured," Draco said, looking over at Hermione and her mother.
Harry frowned. "Are any of ours dead or hurt?"
"None of our direct people, but three Aurors dead and more in St. Mungo’s." He looked at Harry's plate, pleased to see he had eaten most of the food.
Harry had known that would be inevitable. He was silent for a few moments and then looked up at Draco. "Shouldn't you eat too?" he asked, pushing his own plate away, feeling full.
Draco huffed. "I will." He looked at Mrs Granger again and then walked over to where she and Hermione sat. "My condolences," he said. "I wasn’t able to introduce myself last night. I am Draco Malfoy."
Harry got to his feet as well and followed Draco. He hadn't known what to say to Hermione and her mother and they hadn't really been speaking to anyone else.
Hermione looked up at Draco and gave him a small, watery smile. "He's a very good friend, Mum," she said. She reached out and grabbed Harry's hand tightly to pull him forward. "And this is Harry Potter. You've met him once before."
Harry smiled at Mrs Granger, trying to work as much welcome as he could into it.
Mrs Granger nodded to both of them. "Thank you for allowing me into your home," she said in a slightly squeaky voice.
"You can stay for as long as you like," Harry said, squeezing Hermione's hand.
Draco crouched down so that he was not standing over the woman and smiled softly. "Harry is right. We would be delighted if you would stay here," he said. "I would like to ask a favour of you, if it isn't too much of an imposition," he continued.
Mrs Granger stared at Draco for a few seconds before nodding. "No, I don't mind," she said.
Harry wondered what Draco could be talking about.
"Harry's aunt lost her husband and son last night in the attacks," Draco explained, "and she ... isn't comfortable with magic or magical people. She hasn't left her room today. I was thinking that she might feel comfortable talking to you."
"Oh, my - I - yes. I'll do anything I can to help," she said, still speaking in that small voice that reminded Harry of Hermione's. "I'm sorry," she said to Harry.
Harry didn't quite know what to say to that. He nodded. "I'm sorry," he said.
"We appreciate it." Draco smiled, then looked to Hermione. "She is in the Sage suite. Will you show her when she is ready?"
Hermione nodded, giving Harry's hand one last squeeze. "Can you tell Ron I'll talk to him in a bit?"
"Course," Harry answered, wondering where Ron was anyway.
Draco looked around too. "Where is he and where are his brothers?"
"I saw him earlier," said Hermione. “I don't know where the others are. Everyone has been coming and going."
"We'll find him," Harry said, finally letting go of Hermione's hand and giving her and her mother one last small smile.
Draco stood too and looked at his husband for a moment, reaching his hand for his.
Harry took Draco's hand and led him out of the room, not really knowing where to look for Ron. "I don't know where he is," he said with a sigh, rubbing his forehead a bit.
"Does it hurt still?" Draco asked.
"Just little tingles," Harry said, dropping his hand. "What's weird is I thought that Voldemort wanted the connection between us closed. My scar hasn't hurt in a while."
"You never told me about that," Draco said quietly, "about feeling things with the scar."
"It slipped my mind," Harry said. "I didn't think I had to worry about it anymore."
Draco sighed, shaking his head. He looked around the hall, and seeing no one in sight, he pulled Harry to him and covered his mouth with his own.
Harry smiled. He loved it when Draco sprung kisses on him. It made him feel better. He gripped the back of Draco's robe lightly.
Draco ran his tongue around Harry's lips before slipping it inside to find the other man's. His right hand slid up and along the back of Harry's skull, while his silver hand pressed against the small of Harry's back, holding him firmly to his own body.
Harry sighed into Draco's mouth. "Make me feel better?" he whispered against his lips.
Draco pulled back enough to look into his eyes. "Anything, my love," he whispered.
"I want you to fuck me," Harry said, dead serious. He wanted to forget for a bit, wanted Draco to take it all away for a least a little while.
Chapter Title: Death Toll
Words: 2506 Words
Draco checked in on everyone, finding most of the guests sitting down to lunch. Mr Weasley was in the sitting room, making a Floo call to the Ministry, so Draco waited in the hall for Harry.
Harry saw Draco and headed over to him. "Hey," he said, giving him a small smile. "Everyone okay?"
"We're in time for lunch," Draco said. "Where is she?"
"She doesn't want to come out," Harry answered. "I was just going to bring her up a tray."
Draco frowned but nodded, taking Harry's hand and leading them into the dining room. There were several people in the room when Harry and Draco entered.
"Hey," Ginny greeted them quietly.
"Morning," said Harry, nodding to a few others. He saw that Hermione and her mother were at the table. While they both looked subdued and miserable, at least they were there. He picked up one of the trays still laying out from last night and began piling food on it, not really knowing what Aunt Petunia might like.
"Where are you going?" asked Luna.
"Taking food up to my aunt," said Harry, wondering if he could manage to carry the tray and the tea service. He couldn't without spilling everything all over the place. "Draco, can you grab that?" he asked, indicating the tea with a nod of his head.
Draco picked up the other items and stood waiting for Harry.
"Thanks," said Harry. "I'm going to Apparate into the hall outside the suite." And then he did, appearing there a moment later.
Draco followed him, sighing. This was the house-elves' job, not his.
Harry waited for Draco to appear, and stepped inside the room when he did. He made his way quickly across the sitting room again and entered the bedroom with the food. He set the tray on the small table by the window that Aunt Petunia was sitting at.
"Erm, well, there's your food," he said.
Aunt Petunia looked up at him and then at Draco, frowning at him warily. Her eyes seemed to linger on his silver hand and then on his wedding ring.
Harry coughed awkwardly.
Draco set the tray down. "Let us know if you need anything else," he said, and looked to Harry.
Harry nodded. "I'm just going to be downstairs. Erm, you're welcome to come down whenever you like. There's a library if you want something to do."
She gave him a few small nods and reached meekly for a tea cup.
"Um, okay then. I'll just ... go."
She nodded again, not looking at him.
Harry took Draco's hand and pulled him out of the room, feeling very strange.
"You need to eat," Draco said, and then Apparated them back downstairs.
Harry's stomach grumbled as he and Draco headed back into the dining room. He sat down at the table next to Neville with an empty seat on his left for Draco. He reached forward and grabbed a few sandwiches, eating half of one in a few bites.
Draco poured tea for himself and Harry, setting them on the table. Then he froze, staring at a copy of The Daily Prophet that was laying out. The headline read "Christmas Massacre - 56 Dead". He swallowed, feeling faint.
Harry was chewing and reached for his tea. He swallowed his mouthful and turned to Draco. "Thanks, love," he said, but his face fell as he saw Draco's.
As Draco continued to stare at the page, the number changed from "56" to "59".
Harry followed Draco's line of vision and saw the paper. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes for a moment before looking down at his food. 59 dead? He couldn’t believe it. He didn't feel very hungry anymore.
"It updates the number every time they get a new report," Neville explained, gesturing at the page. "It was only up to 32 when we first saw it."
Ginny looked sadly at Harry.
"That's more than half a hundred," Harry said, voice weak. "God."
Draco pulled out his chair and sat down heavily, reaching for his tea. "They are insane," he whispered.
Harry glared at the paper and looked down the table at Hermione and her mother again, deciding to refrain from saying just how insane they were.
"Eat, Harry," Draco said.
Harry looked at his half-finished sandwich and sighed before lifting it to his mouth. It didn't taste as good as it had a few minutes ago.
"How's your aunt, Harry?" asked Ginny.
Harry shrugged. "Not great, but she's eating."
Draco picked up the paper and began reading, still sipping his tea. It wasn't like he trusted the paper to get it right, but he had to know what they said anyway.
Ginny nodded and went back to picking at her own food.
Harry looked over and read a bit of the paper with Draco, wondering what they were going to do with all the bodies, wondering what they were already doing. His stomach squirmed a bit and he winced, thinking of Seamus and all the others.
Draco finished reading the paper and then set it aside. He frowned at Harry. "You need to eat," he said a little harsher than he intended.
"Well, I'm sorry if I don't have much of an appetite right now," Harry said, scowling slightly before he took another bite of his sandwich.
Luna looked at them curiously.
Draco got up from the table and stood behind Harry, leaning over him with his arms about his shoulders and his mouth against Harry's ear. "I love you and I need you. We both do," he whispered, "so please eat."
Harry sighed. "I am," he said a bit resignedly, knowing he would finish everything on his plate now.
"Good," Draco said, kissing Harry's cheek. He stood back up. "I am going to check the news from the Order."
Harry nodded, wanting to go with him, but eating his food. "I'll be in when I'm finished," he said.
Draco nodded to the others and then strode from the room to find Mr Weasley.
Mr Weasley was talking with Lupin in the fire.
Mrs Weasley was sitting on the couch and listening intently. "Oh, good morning, Draco dear," she said when he came in.
Mr Weasley looked around and nodded to Draco in greeting.
Draco nodded to Mrs Weasley and then crouched beside Mr Weasley at the fire.
"And they say we've caught how many Death Eaters?" Mr Weasley asked, going back to his conversation with Remus.
Remus glanced at Draco. "Two dead, eight in custody," he said, "including the two your people took down."
Mr Weasley sighed and nodded. "At least it's a small dent," he said, taking off his glasses to wipe away the grime from the fire.
"Is the death toll in the Daily Prophet accurate?" Draco asked.
Remus nodded. "They are using the confirmed tallies directly from the Ministry. But we also have the missing to account for. They could be visiting somewhere else for the holidays, but it needs to be checked."
Mr Weasley nodded again, putting his glasses back on. "I should be heading to work soon. It won't be long before they're going to be needing help with the Muggles. I've already received an owl. The Muggles are reporting on dozens of missing people and deaths."
"Oh, Arthur, it's Christmas," said Mrs Weasley.
"It doesn't stop this from happening, Molly," said Mr Weasley wearily.
Draco nodded again, sighing. "How many of our people have been hurt? Or lost?"
Remus grimaced. "We have three Aurors dead, five in St. Mungo's and more with minor injuries."
"Anyone in the Order?" Draco asked.
"Only minor injuries among the Order," Remus said. "Did you hear they reinstated Tonks?"
"I didn't," said Mr Weasley.
Remus shook his head sadly. "They needed Aurors badly enough they made a deal with her. They'll reinstate her but put a reprimand in her file. Charges dropped."
"Good," Draco said. "The reprimand can be dealt with later."
Mr Weasley nodded. "That's good," he agreed. He got to his feet, brushing his robes off. "I suppose I'm off then," he said.
Mrs Weasley got to her feet too, frowning at him.
"I'll be home later, Molly," he said, pecking her on the cheek. "You and the kids stay here."
She nodded. "Check on Percy," she said, still looking sad to see her husband leave.
"I will," said Mr Weasley. "Draco. Remus." He nodded to both of them before striding out of the room.
"I have to go," Remus said. "The fighting has stopped for now, but we have a lot to clean up."
"Let us know if we can help," Draco said.
Remus nodded and the image of his face fell back into flames.
Draco stood up and walked over to Mrs Weasley, sitting down in a chair near her. "He will be fine," he assured her. "The fighting is over for today."
She sighed and nodded. "Yes, I suppose," she said. She looked around her. "Where's Harry?" she asked. "I haven't seen him today."
"The others are in the dining room. Have you eaten?" Draco asked.
"A little at breakfast, but I suppose I could do with a spot of tea." She stood up again. "How about you? Have you eaten?"
Draco stood when she did. "A bit," he lied, "but I will come in there with you." He walked beside her.
She nodded and the two of them made their way back into the dining room.
Harry looked up when they entered, nearly finished with his own food. "What's up?" he asked Draco, finishing off his tea.
"Mr Weasley has gone to the Ministry to help. Remus gave us updates on the missing and injured," Draco said, looking over at Hermione and her mother.
Harry frowned. "Are any of ours dead or hurt?"
"None of our direct people, but three Aurors dead and more in St. Mungo’s." He looked at Harry's plate, pleased to see he had eaten most of the food.
Harry had known that would be inevitable. He was silent for a few moments and then looked up at Draco. "Shouldn't you eat too?" he asked, pushing his own plate away, feeling full.
Draco huffed. "I will." He looked at Mrs Granger again and then walked over to where she and Hermione sat. "My condolences," he said. "I wasn’t able to introduce myself last night. I am Draco Malfoy."
Harry got to his feet as well and followed Draco. He hadn't known what to say to Hermione and her mother and they hadn't really been speaking to anyone else.
Hermione looked up at Draco and gave him a small, watery smile. "He's a very good friend, Mum," she said. She reached out and grabbed Harry's hand tightly to pull him forward. "And this is Harry Potter. You've met him once before."
Harry smiled at Mrs Granger, trying to work as much welcome as he could into it.
Mrs Granger nodded to both of them. "Thank you for allowing me into your home," she said in a slightly squeaky voice.
"You can stay for as long as you like," Harry said, squeezing Hermione's hand.
Draco crouched down so that he was not standing over the woman and smiled softly. "Harry is right. We would be delighted if you would stay here," he said. "I would like to ask a favour of you, if it isn't too much of an imposition," he continued.
Mrs Granger stared at Draco for a few seconds before nodding. "No, I don't mind," she said.
Harry wondered what Draco could be talking about.
"Harry's aunt lost her husband and son last night in the attacks," Draco explained, "and she ... isn't comfortable with magic or magical people. She hasn't left her room today. I was thinking that she might feel comfortable talking to you."
"Oh, my - I - yes. I'll do anything I can to help," she said, still speaking in that small voice that reminded Harry of Hermione's. "I'm sorry," she said to Harry.
Harry didn't quite know what to say to that. He nodded. "I'm sorry," he said.
"We appreciate it." Draco smiled, then looked to Hermione. "She is in the Sage suite. Will you show her when she is ready?"
Hermione nodded, giving Harry's hand one last squeeze. "Can you tell Ron I'll talk to him in a bit?"
"Course," Harry answered, wondering where Ron was anyway.
Draco looked around too. "Where is he and where are his brothers?"
"I saw him earlier," said Hermione. “I don't know where the others are. Everyone has been coming and going."
"We'll find him," Harry said, finally letting go of Hermione's hand and giving her and her mother one last small smile.
Draco stood too and looked at his husband for a moment, reaching his hand for his.
Harry took Draco's hand and led him out of the room, not really knowing where to look for Ron. "I don't know where he is," he said with a sigh, rubbing his forehead a bit.
"Does it hurt still?" Draco asked.
"Just little tingles," Harry said, dropping his hand. "What's weird is I thought that Voldemort wanted the connection between us closed. My scar hasn't hurt in a while."
"You never told me about that," Draco said quietly, "about feeling things with the scar."
"It slipped my mind," Harry said. "I didn't think I had to worry about it anymore."
Draco sighed, shaking his head. He looked around the hall, and seeing no one in sight, he pulled Harry to him and covered his mouth with his own.
Harry smiled. He loved it when Draco sprung kisses on him. It made him feel better. He gripped the back of Draco's robe lightly.
Draco ran his tongue around Harry's lips before slipping it inside to find the other man's. His right hand slid up and along the back of Harry's skull, while his silver hand pressed against the small of Harry's back, holding him firmly to his own body.
Harry sighed into Draco's mouth. "Make me feel better?" he whispered against his lips.
Draco pulled back enough to look into his eyes. "Anything, my love," he whispered.
"I want you to fuck me," Harry said, dead serious. He wanted to forget for a bit, wanted Draco to take it all away for a least a little while.