Harry Other Aunt

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter or the Stargate world.

Chapter 2
Draco’s Bad Day

Draco wondered why he woke up this morning. It has been a less than stellar day. Pansy watched me the whole day trying to find out what’s in the letter. The class was boring today; everyone is feeling the Umbridge pain all through Hogwarts. People think we Slytherins are getting away with things; how wrong they are. She has blackmailed less powerful families for money, and collects information from the powerful ones to blackmail them later when we leave school. ‘We don’t want your father or mother to know how badly you are doing in class, do we? I did not know that about your family; we don’t want that known to the public, do we?’ That woman is a cow, it’s unbelievable. Plus, she’s making our Head of House hover in his rooms; she’s supposed to be running this school, not trying to get laid. Like he will sleep with her. Oh, she is one butt ugly witch. Hell, she can give Pansy’s mother a run for her money on being a Bitch. I’d better be back to work, as that daughter of a bitch is pissing me off.

‘Dray, did you finish your Potions homework yet?’ said Vincent looking up from his notes. ‘I have a problem with understanding why Dragon Lily must go in before Unicorn hair? Please, help me.

‘Vincent, do your own homework; Draco is not here to give you answers all the time! And his name is Draco, not Dray,’ Pansy said softly in a low voice giving Vincent a pointed stare. She hated that a selected few could call him Dray but not her. I will be his wife and he will not let me call him in a more friendly way. He will have to learn that I will not be put aside; I’m his one true love and no one else.

Draco sat back in his chair and looked at the people around his table. People I trust are here: Vincent, Greg, Blaise, Ted and Millicent; they are my trusted allies, not Pansy, who only wants my money. ‘Pansy, Vic can call me anything he wants; he’s my friend, you are not. You are an acquaintance and not a friend. You have no right to interrupt my friends. If you correct him again I will hex you again. Do I make myself clear? I’m not afraid of you and what you represent, Pansy,’ Draco said as he reached across the table and grabbed her arm, squeezing at each word. ‘I don’t belong to you, Pansy, I belong to myself.’

‘Draco, your father just walked into the common room,’ Greg said trying to stop Draco hexing Pansy again. Last time, Pansy had reported to Umbridge, and Draco had to serve detention with the evil cow.

Everyone turned around and looked up to see Lord Malfoy coming toward their table in the common room. Draco rose from his chair to greet his father. ‘Father, I didn’t know you were coming to school today. I would have met you at the Great Hall and not here in the common room.’ Draco never saw Pansy rising also out of her chair and standing by him in a familiar way, intruding on a family moment.

‘Hello, Lord Malfoy, I am also sorry; if Draco had read your letter earlier today we both could have been there to meet you outside of the Great Hall when you arrived here at Hogwarts,’ Pansy said with a smile at both men. Pansy was so happy she never saw Draco reaching for his wand. A hand landing on his shoulder stopped all wand movements from the younger Malfoy; then a gentle squeeze indicated the matter must be dropped for now.

‘Pansy, that was exactly what the letter was about. The Ministry has asked me to visit today, and I wanted to see my Dragon today. But let’s sit down with the rest of your friends, Dragon.’ Steering both teenagers back toward the table, Lucius’s face was impassive, never giving anything away. He needed to pass information without giving his hand away. There were too many Little Death Eaters here for his taste, even if they didn’t follow their parent’s views and were just avoiding getting the Mark that soon. Any information they saw or heard might help them not to be presented to the Dark Lord too quickly. He glanced around at his son’s allies; each one of them would keep each other alive in this war. They would need powerful friends who were not all that light or dark.

‘Hello, I hope every one of you and your family is doing well. I don’t see my son often so I will take him out for an evening walk. I will apologise now for breaking up your study group,’ said Lucius as he sat down in Draco’s chair, and again looked at each person.

‘Not at all, Lord Malfoy, we were just doing some late study work for Potions,’ said Vincent.

‘How wonderful! Potions was my best subject. Vincent and Gregory, both your grandfathers tutored me in my early days in Potions and later, Professor Tyler. You both should owl your grandfathers if you are having problems in that subject. I know they will be pleased to hear from you both; that’s what I assumed when I saw them today in the chambers of the Ministry,’ said Lucius looking at everyone seated at the table, glazing at each student he knew, ‘Draco, go and collect your cloak so we can catch up on family since the last time I talked to you.’ Draco turned toward the boys’ dorm to collect his outwear for his outing with his father. Lucius, making sure he was out of earshot, said to the others, ‘I’m having the Manor ward this summer by your father, Millicent. Why don’t you and the others here come to stay for a week? Draco will love it.’

‘Lord Malfoy … so every one sitting here can come to the Manor at this time?’ Pansy said, always the Slytherin needing to make clear all the details. Making sure Draco couldn’t take her off the list of invites. When would he understand she was destined to marry him?

‘It would be rude of me not to invite you to our function at the Manor. So please inform your parents you will be visiting this summer. Oh, here, Draco, we must go,’ said Lucius with a smirk, as he noticed Pansy had that dreaming look on her face, the same she had whenever she heard his son’s name. This girl is not all there.

‘Father, I’m ready to go now,’ said Draco standing by his father’s chair with his cloak on, ready to leave.

‘Before we leave … Blaise, could you give your mother my regards? I heard she was under the weather, and your father is taking over some of her duties at the Ministry and her seat there as well.’ I will give my last message to Draco for Theodore verbally after our meeting outside. I have to make sure they’re safe from Tom and Narcissa. Both of them will use children to reach their end of the game.

As the Malfoys left the common room, Pansy turned to everyone present, with a smile on her face. ‘I will be seeing you all during the summer break, and none of you can exclude me. I will personally tell my Draco about his father’s confirmation on the subject. So please don’t spoil my surprise visit to his home.’ Pansy left the table in tumultuous victory, glad she didn’t need to bother Narcissa after all; she had everything planned out ahead for them to be together for the summer.


Hogwarts Grounds

When father and son reached the castle grounds, Lucius cast silencing charms and monitoring charms to keep out noisy people. ‘My Dragon, I am being sent on a mission that I know that will fail. Anything to do with Tom’s brilliant plans usually does. Usually Mr. Potter always finds a way to foil his plans. I may be arrested and go to jail this time. Before I do this mission, I will send you an owl to tell you your next steps to insure your safe haven. In the letter I sent you today there’s everything that makes us Malfoys: vault key, addresses of useful people, my real signet ring and valuable items from the house shrunken inside it. Keep all of these items safe with you at all times. Tell Theo to go to his other family, he will know what I’m talking about. When I leave you now I will be setting up yours, Vincent’s and Greg’s new escape card, so please be prepared to run. Is there any question, Draco? Please tell me now; I will not be there to answer later.’ As Lucius said this, he stopped and looked straight into Draco’s eyes.

‘Yes. Legally, Mother, Mrs. Crabbe and Mrs Goyle will have custody of all three of us; how can you get around that, Father?’ said Draco.

A soft laugh came from Lucius. ‘A very old Heir Clause that none of them can get around. No matter what your mother says, she cannot control you! She can control certain things in this marriage, but she cannot have the Heir and seventy percent of our money. That’s it, no more or less for that bitch. The same goes for Vincent and Greg; their grandfathers made them Heirs, only giving their parents 40 percent of their wealth and no charge of said Heir. Just be strong and get through this nightmare. We are their Secret Keepers. Don’t go to Dumbledore; he is not to be trusted. But I have a feeling there’s someone in his camp that is; he will be the one to keep all of you safe. Behave, Dragon, no matter what. Now go back to your dorm and behave as usual, keep everyone who follows the Grey safe, my Dragon.’ They turned back toward the castle, each with separate thoughts and fears. A son thought on losing the sole parent who cared for him and a father of losing a precious son. Each one had a mission: to protect the Grey Way of Magic, one going toward the dungeons to ensure the alliance stood strong and the other toward the Headmistress rooms to gain a powerful ally to save his commandoes.

Outside Professor Umbridge’s office

Harry left his detention with Professor Umbridge with a bloody hand; he wrapped it in a Muggle gauze to slow down some of the bleeding in his palm so the others in the common room would not notice the injury. ‘Mr. Potter, you should be more aware of your surroundings. Even this old castle is not so safe from Death Eaters these days. Most of them are old pupils of this school.’ As Lucius began talking Harry rushed away from the voice, drawing his wand at the threat. ‘You would be dead if I was a threat, Mr. Potter. I have a matter I want to talk to you about; can you spare me a moment of your time?’ Lucius turned away, going to the nearest classroom and hoping Mr. Potter would be following.

‘Why will I follow a known Death Eater to an empty classroom? I may have forgotten my vigilance once, not twice, Mr. Malfoy.’ As Harry said those words, Lord Malfoy turned to Harry and nodded in acceptance of his comment.

‘I give you my Wizard Oath I mean you no harm; I just want to talk to you in private so both of us won’t have to answer to other people’s questions on why we were talking in the first place.’

‘Look, right now I’m sorely tempted to duel you, with a Wizard Oath of no harm or without it, or run away and save myself your speech. If you want something from me, Mr. Malfoy, what do I get from you?’ Harry had his wand ready, his back to a vacant corridor to run if he had to, waiting for the outcome to stay or fly. When Lucius began to smile, Harry was backing up slowly; the smile itself was kind of scary, a smile of pure delight. Did I make him come in his trousers or what?

‘Well, Mr. Potter, you are more ingenious than I thought. I will give you a true answer to one question you ask. I mean you no harm, Mr. Potter, or should I say, Lord Potter,’ said Lucius with a smile. What else will this boy bring to me?

‘Okay, to make things clear, Mr. Malfoy, I will take the question as payment to go into that classroom. But if you want something else from me it will be another token, do we understand one another?’ Harry said as he lowered his wand, following Tommie boy number one Death Eater to an empty classroom. Once they were both in, each of them placed locking, silencing and repealing charms against the door, to make sure there would be no interruptions.

‘Mr. Potter, I would like to say thank you for taking the time out to talk with me. This matter is very important to me and my family. Firstly, I’m not a loyal follower of Tom Riddle, and I want my son, along with some of his associates, to have a way out, safe from him.’

‘Why did you not go to Headmaster Dumbledore? He is the leader of the Light; I’m just the Boy Who Keeps on Living,’ Harry said laughing at his own joke.

‘I don’t trust Dumbledore; have you ever wondered why Dumbledore, the Head of the Wizengamot, never requested a retrial of Sirius Black? Peter Pettigrew is alive, and Black is still a fugitive; have you ever wondered about these things?’ Lucius said, his voice rising with each sentence pushing his will and emotions into each word. ‘I wonder every time I look at Peter at each meeting. Dumbledore has his own plans, and you are a major player in that great scheme, and he wants control of you, and if Sirius were free he wouldn’t have that control.’

‘How do you know I won’t run to Dumbledore and tell him every word you said to me now?’

Harry was walking backwards towards the shadows of the room, keeping Lucius in front of him in the light and a clear path to the door.

‘I have realized, with fighting you through the years since we met, that you are more than you portray to others. You should have been a Slytherin: you just angled two requests from me, a Wizard Oath to listen to me and to come into this room with me. That‘s why I came to you and not Dumbledore. I think you are a Grey Wizard, and not a Light or Dark Wizard.’

‘I will not deny or agree to what you have said, Mr Malfoy, but I will listen to what you want of me.’

‘There’s this mission I will have to do. I cannot guarantee I will not be placed in Azkaban, so I want you to provide safe haven for my son and some of his associates.’ Lucius spoke these words in a much softer voice, not caring anymore if Mr Potter saw the real Lucius Malfoy.

Harry studied Lord Malfoy, the pureblood, to see if his words were a false token service or the very real promise of escape from Dumbledore’s thumb. Sirius, Remus and himself knew Dumbledore was keeping things from them on purpose. ‘If I agree to this, find a way to clear my godfather of his crimes. He will have custody of me, Draco and the associates, and that means the Muggle way and the wizard way. Dumbledore can’t know what’s going on; if he finds out, all is lost for both of us. I do not want to lose the allies I have, so please don’t mess it up, Malfoy. Because if you do, I will in every means possible have someone kill you. Do you understand me? I will not torture you, I will kill you. I don’t play games!’

‘Mr. Potter, I did not know you had it in you. Do you have the courage to do something like that and still be the innocent you project on others and to protect your Aura from the taint of the darkness of my death?” Lucius said in a mocking voice.

“You worry about your own guilt you carry, Mr. Malfoy, because I will not worry about your death. It will right some of the wrongs you have committed over the years. I will just be pushing your death a little early.” Harry’s face was sincere as he meant each word: no guilt would carry with the death warrant.

“So it will be for the greater good and the bullshit that Dumbledore spurts out of his mouth.”

‘No, there‘s no such thing as the Greater Good of mankind; I thought you already knew that, should I doubt you before we agree to the terms of our agreement? Or do you have to evaluate what I believe in my life? If that’s the case, I’ll give you a rough draft, okay? The only one rule I live by is this: you have to carry your own burden, and no one has the right to play with other people’s lives. You want me to do something for you, I will do it. I may have to use some of my contacts to do it. I will not sacrifice my people for your stupid mistakes. So does that clear all your doubts of me? I do have to get back to my dorm. When all this business with the war is over, we can finish this discussion on life in general, okay?’ Harry said with a nod of his head. He was tried and sleepy and ready to go to bed.

‘Yes, it is getting late. Let’s do the terms and conditions of this arrangement and get the Wizard Oaths sorted out now.’ Lucius pulled out parchment and quill and sat down and began writing a draft of an agreement with his sworn enemy. He looked at Harry, waiting for what he would say for conditions.

‘If I give them protection, I want them to pull their weight in their own survival. I am not going to do all the damn work! I get tired of the magical word depending on me to solve their problems. So in other words, your son will have to work just like the rest of us. He’s kind of work shy,’ Harry said looking into Lucius’s eyes without blinking.

‘My son is not lazy, Mr Potter, but he will not do something stupid and jump into something without looking first.’

‘I never said that he did, Mr. Malfoy. I meant giving others orders without doing some of it yourself is not okay. Moving on, until you can find proof to clear my godfather, I may have to go to my Muggle family; we will need protection so they cannot hurt them or me. Can you do that?’

‘Yes, I can, Mr Potter. My next question: what if I die? Will you still help my Heir and the Grey Wizards?’

‘Yes, I will write the damn contract,’ Harry said blowing air out of his lungs.

I, Lord Lucius Malfoy, will do these set of things listed below, for safe haven for my son and heir, Draco Lucius Malfoy, and the friends of said heir, plus all wizards and witches who turn their backs on the Dark Mark, i.e. Tom Riddle, aka Lord Voldemort, and Dumbledore. Each person who wants sanctuary will have to swear an oath on said three names not to follow said Murderer. These are the Contract Conditions:
1) I, Lord Malfoy, will produce proof of Lord Black’s innocence of the death of Lord and Lady Potter, proof that Peter Pettigrew is alive and the murderer of Lord and Lady Potter.
A) In doing of said above, Harry Potter will give aid and safety to my Heir and the Grey Wizards against the Dark Lord.
B) The Heirs and children of the Grey will be under guardianship of Harry Potter and will follow orders only if their well being is not at risk.
C) I will give Harry Potter a House Elf to guard Lord Potter, the Heir of Malfoy, the Grey Wizards and others that are sworn allies of Lord Potter from harm. Said Elf will guard them against Lord Potter‘s Muggle family or others in a bid to harm said people.
D) Harry Potter will listen to the Grey Wizards before jumping himself and them into a fight they may or may not win.

2) Harry Potter will ensure the safety of the Grey Wizards of the magical world and my Allies, even if I died in battle.

Sincerely I give my Binding Oath on my Magic and Blood,
Lord Lucius Malfoy

Harry took the parchment and read, very thoughtful, the wording of the Oath.

I, Harry James Potter, Heir to Lord and Lady Potter, and Heir to Lord Black, will give safe harbour to Lord Malfoy, the Grey Wizards, and the Allies of said Person. There will not be prosecutions by Dumbledore or the Ministry of Magic for being Grey Wizards. I will protect them from the Dark Lord, Tom Riddle, and finally Lord Voldemort. In return they will listen to said Guardian and aid in their own survival. I offer safety for six years after the war. If there are any Purebloods amongst the Grey Wizards and Witches, they will not insult Muggleborns or other Purebloods just for fun. They can insult and throw hexes at said persons if they ARE PROVOKED.

Sincerely I give my Binding Oath on my Magic and Blood
Harry James Potter
Heir of Potter and Black

Harry squeezed his damaged hand tight, and drops of his blood fell onto the parchment. Malfoy cut his hand and pointed his wand sealing his part of the agreement. Harry smirked a little and waved his hand over the parchment and it glowed with his magic.

‘You can do magic without a wand, Mr Potter. You are very powerful wizard, aren’t you?’ said Lucius

‘Lucius, can I call you that now since we are allies against Light and Dark? I am a Grey Wizard. If you need to contact me please do so by Percy Wesley. When you are captured and sent to Azkaban, I will try to have Kingsley at Wizard of Defence and Tonks at the prison. I hope they can get you a better accommodation while you are there. Again Malfoy, don’t place my contacts at risk.’

‘I will have my lawyers start the guardianship papers. Do I send them to you or to Black?’

‘No, send it to Gringotts. Goblin Griphook will take care of the necessary paperwork. With that I will take my leave. Take care while in jail, Lord Malfoy; Tommie will not be happy with you when you fail. I can only watch your back until you get to prison; if you break out I will watch it again for you. Oh, one more thing, if you are an unregistered Animagus, use the animal form inside of Azkaban, it weakens the effects of the dementors.’ With that, Harry left the room, heading back toward the towers. He really wished for his bed. Now he had to update a whole lot of people tonight about the new additions to the cause.

After Harry left, Lucius was very happy. He’d made the right decision for his family. Harry did not have to warn him about the dementors, or make sure he had contacts to get him out of bad situations. I will try to keep this friendship after this contract ends; you may always need people like him on your side. He left heading toward the Headmistress office, to make sure his cover to be here was accurate.

Tbc.