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Adult ++
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Malfoy Manor
The next afternoon Draco Malfoy paced angrily behind the desk of his study, hair
still slicked back from work, shoes so shiny he could see his own pursed lips in
them.
Suddenly he stopped and raked a clawed hand through his hair, reluctantly
disloging a few strands. "So you're telling me that Dumbledore had a suspicion
that this might happen and asked you to deal with it?"
"Yes."
"You're telling me he wanted Potter to kill himself?"
"He wanted whatever was right for the boy. I however just want what he wants."
Draco scowled, "Oh well aren't you the perfect surrogate Godfather."
He could have sworn he saw the man oppisite him stiffen, but all he said
was,"How did you know it was me?"
Draco smiled and sat down in his Dark green wing back chair, reaching for his
decanter as he did so.
“You mean, how did I know that you were alive?” Draco smiled, “There is an innovative new defence potion making waves in certain sections of the ministry at the moment. Obviously they’re crawling over anything that will help them round up the remaining Death eaters, but this, this is special. This is a potion that literally allows the drinker to cheat death. Any spells that hit you are neutralised on impact.”
Draco paused and took an indulgent sip of his whiskey, rolling it around on his tongue and savouring before swallowing. “Now there’s only one man I know with the skills to make such a potion.”
He let that statement sink in and then banged his class down on the desk, “However this potion wasn’t enough to turn my thoughts from suspicion to certainty. I mean there was a possibility you used it to fake your own death, all sorts of reasons why you would…but Potter saw you die.”
Draco put his feet up on the table and took a cigar case out of his left breast pocket. Taking one out he sniffed appreciatively and then leant across to offer his guest one. “So you see my conundrum?”
“Potter told me you didn’t like smoking.”
With the snap of a cigar cutter and a flare of a match, blue smoke was sent writhing into the air.
“I don’t like cigarettes, nasty smelly things. But cigars are different, tastier, more refined. So" He continued flicking an imaginary speck off of his sleeve. "I dismissed my suspicions as merely musings…until Potter told me of his wonder potion. And then I started to think about it. To much potion skill was showing itself in the equation and it got me thinking. If you were smart enough to make these potions, you were certainly smart enough to use one of them to fake your own death. So I made some inquiries and here you are.” Draco smiled beatifically and blew a smoke ring into the air above their heads. “Severus Snape.”
***
Harry lit another cigarette and winced as another noise charged through his nerves. Every sound was like a bludger smashing into him and hurting him anew. He knew it was withdrawal from the potion but this was only the beginning, it would take a couple of days for the effects to where off and until then the he would only feel worse. If he could he would have taken some of the store he’d brought with him, but they’d been confiscated from Kreacher as soon as they’d arrived.
“Does master want me to go look again?” Kreacher asked, staring at Harry with his big, liquid eyes.
“No, you’ll only get told off, I don’t want you whipped again.” It seemed that the Malfoy’s had immediate punishments for any disobedient house elf.
“But master has allowed me to use magic against the peoples in this house!” Kreacher implored, pulling at his ears, “Kreacher won’t be whipped, Kreacher wants to search for his kind master!” and with that the creatures eyes welled up and spilt over, his over sized bottom lip trembling.
“You have already found my cigarettes and that’s enough. You can’t protect yourself against the other house elves and I need you fit to look after me. Which reminds me-” Harry clutched at his forehead, “Could you put a silencing spell up?”
At once a wave of powerful magic swooped into the four corners of the room and everything became gloriously silent, as if Harry had been wrapped in swathes of cotton wool.
“Ahh, that’s better.”
Harry lit a cigarette and lay back on the bed just as the door opened . “I thought I had those confiscated.”
Harry looked up to see Malfoy frowning at the cigarette in his hand. “You had no right.”
“I had every right, this is my house. Where have you hidden them?”
Harry laughed, “As if I’d tell you.”
“You will tell me!” Malfoy advanced suddenly, anger marring the previously controlled look on his features.
“Now, now temper, temper.” Harry smiled, “Couldn’t tell you if you threatened me, I wasn’t the one who hid them.”
Malfoy’s piercing eyes shot to Kreacher. “I should have realised allowing you’re house elf here would be a mistake.” He spat.
“Nothing you can do about it now. He will only obey my orders and my orders are that he can defend himself against anyone, even me should he feel the need. You know how strong House elf magic can be.”
“I came to tell you that Severus is here, not that I’ll allow contact without my presence but I thought you might like to come down and see him.”
Harry blew a stream of smoke insolently in Malfoy’s direction, “You’re all right, I’ll stay here if its all the same to you.”
Malfoy’s eyes were blazing but he remained outwardly rigid, “Fine.” He said succinctly, turning on his heel and leaving the room, the door only making a very slight bang as he left.
Harry sighed, time was running out, he wouldn’t be able to act like this in a couple of days time. “Kreacher…did you bring the whiskey?”
***
“Draco.” Draco smiled as his mother positioned herself opposite him at the little table they used in the parlour for breakfast. “Mother.”
Narcissa Malfoy smoothed the napkin in her lap as a plate of warm croissants appeared before her. “Draco it is no longer a habit of ours to detain guests in the cellar.”
Draco folded his paper and began to tuck into his water melon. “Mother it is necessary.”
His mother ate in silence for a while and then delicately dabbed the crumbs from the corners of her mouth. “You’re freedom was allowed on the basis of certain conditions Draco, you’re fathers freedom was permitted through the ministry’s trust in you. Are you willing to undo so much for the boy?”
“He saved my life mother and something is happ-”
“And I saved his Draco.” Narcissa said quietly, insistently.
“No one knows that Severus is alive, legally I am doing nothing wrong.” Draco resisted from slamming his fist on the table in frustration.
“You need to regain control of the situation Draco, for all our sakes.”
Coldly, impassively he stated, “I am in control and whilst I am the authority in this house I shall do as I please. The security of you’re future and the Malfoy name lie in my hands and this being so you will respect my wishes and desicions.” With that Draco thrust his napkin aside and stood up. “Please excuse me.”
The conversation with his mother had set the desire for answers flaming anew. Anger and a latent sense of family loyalty drove him towards the cellar. He needed answers and he needed to get Severus out of his house…by whatever means necessary.
still slicked back from work, shoes so shiny he could see his own pursed lips in
them.
Suddenly he stopped and raked a clawed hand through his hair, reluctantly
disloging a few strands. "So you're telling me that Dumbledore had a suspicion
that this might happen and asked you to deal with it?"
"Yes."
"You're telling me he wanted Potter to kill himself?"
"He wanted whatever was right for the boy. I however just want what he wants."
Draco scowled, "Oh well aren't you the perfect surrogate Godfather."
He could have sworn he saw the man oppisite him stiffen, but all he said
was,"How did you know it was me?"
Draco smiled and sat down in his Dark green wing back chair, reaching for his
decanter as he did so.
“You mean, how did I know that you were alive?” Draco smiled, “There is an innovative new defence potion making waves in certain sections of the ministry at the moment. Obviously they’re crawling over anything that will help them round up the remaining Death eaters, but this, this is special. This is a potion that literally allows the drinker to cheat death. Any spells that hit you are neutralised on impact.”
Draco paused and took an indulgent sip of his whiskey, rolling it around on his tongue and savouring before swallowing. “Now there’s only one man I know with the skills to make such a potion.”
He let that statement sink in and then banged his class down on the desk, “However this potion wasn’t enough to turn my thoughts from suspicion to certainty. I mean there was a possibility you used it to fake your own death, all sorts of reasons why you would…but Potter saw you die.”
Draco put his feet up on the table and took a cigar case out of his left breast pocket. Taking one out he sniffed appreciatively and then leant across to offer his guest one. “So you see my conundrum?”
“Potter told me you didn’t like smoking.”
With the snap of a cigar cutter and a flare of a match, blue smoke was sent writhing into the air.
“I don’t like cigarettes, nasty smelly things. But cigars are different, tastier, more refined. So" He continued flicking an imaginary speck off of his sleeve. "I dismissed my suspicions as merely musings…until Potter told me of his wonder potion. And then I started to think about it. To much potion skill was showing itself in the equation and it got me thinking. If you were smart enough to make these potions, you were certainly smart enough to use one of them to fake your own death. So I made some inquiries and here you are.” Draco smiled beatifically and blew a smoke ring into the air above their heads. “Severus Snape.”
***
Harry lit another cigarette and winced as another noise charged through his nerves. Every sound was like a bludger smashing into him and hurting him anew. He knew it was withdrawal from the potion but this was only the beginning, it would take a couple of days for the effects to where off and until then the he would only feel worse. If he could he would have taken some of the store he’d brought with him, but they’d been confiscated from Kreacher as soon as they’d arrived.
“Does master want me to go look again?” Kreacher asked, staring at Harry with his big, liquid eyes.
“No, you’ll only get told off, I don’t want you whipped again.” It seemed that the Malfoy’s had immediate punishments for any disobedient house elf.
“But master has allowed me to use magic against the peoples in this house!” Kreacher implored, pulling at his ears, “Kreacher won’t be whipped, Kreacher wants to search for his kind master!” and with that the creatures eyes welled up and spilt over, his over sized bottom lip trembling.
“You have already found my cigarettes and that’s enough. You can’t protect yourself against the other house elves and I need you fit to look after me. Which reminds me-” Harry clutched at his forehead, “Could you put a silencing spell up?”
At once a wave of powerful magic swooped into the four corners of the room and everything became gloriously silent, as if Harry had been wrapped in swathes of cotton wool.
“Ahh, that’s better.”
Harry lit a cigarette and lay back on the bed just as the door opened . “I thought I had those confiscated.”
Harry looked up to see Malfoy frowning at the cigarette in his hand. “You had no right.”
“I had every right, this is my house. Where have you hidden them?”
Harry laughed, “As if I’d tell you.”
“You will tell me!” Malfoy advanced suddenly, anger marring the previously controlled look on his features.
“Now, now temper, temper.” Harry smiled, “Couldn’t tell you if you threatened me, I wasn’t the one who hid them.”
Malfoy’s piercing eyes shot to Kreacher. “I should have realised allowing you’re house elf here would be a mistake.” He spat.
“Nothing you can do about it now. He will only obey my orders and my orders are that he can defend himself against anyone, even me should he feel the need. You know how strong House elf magic can be.”
“I came to tell you that Severus is here, not that I’ll allow contact without my presence but I thought you might like to come down and see him.”
Harry blew a stream of smoke insolently in Malfoy’s direction, “You’re all right, I’ll stay here if its all the same to you.”
Malfoy’s eyes were blazing but he remained outwardly rigid, “Fine.” He said succinctly, turning on his heel and leaving the room, the door only making a very slight bang as he left.
Harry sighed, time was running out, he wouldn’t be able to act like this in a couple of days time. “Kreacher…did you bring the whiskey?”
***
“Draco.” Draco smiled as his mother positioned herself opposite him at the little table they used in the parlour for breakfast. “Mother.”
Narcissa Malfoy smoothed the napkin in her lap as a plate of warm croissants appeared before her. “Draco it is no longer a habit of ours to detain guests in the cellar.”
Draco folded his paper and began to tuck into his water melon. “Mother it is necessary.”
His mother ate in silence for a while and then delicately dabbed the crumbs from the corners of her mouth. “You’re freedom was allowed on the basis of certain conditions Draco, you’re fathers freedom was permitted through the ministry’s trust in you. Are you willing to undo so much for the boy?”
“He saved my life mother and something is happ-”
“And I saved his Draco.” Narcissa said quietly, insistently.
“No one knows that Severus is alive, legally I am doing nothing wrong.” Draco resisted from slamming his fist on the table in frustration.
“You need to regain control of the situation Draco, for all our sakes.”
Coldly, impassively he stated, “I am in control and whilst I am the authority in this house I shall do as I please. The security of you’re future and the Malfoy name lie in my hands and this being so you will respect my wishes and desicions.” With that Draco thrust his napkin aside and stood up. “Please excuse me.”
The conversation with his mother had set the desire for answers flaming anew. Anger and a latent sense of family loyalty drove him towards the cellar. He needed answers and he needed to get Severus out of his house…by whatever means necessary.