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Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I do not own anything HP related. It all belongs to JK Rowling, Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Inc., Warner Bros., and any other entities involved.
Careful What You Wish For
By Coco Bebo aka EternusCaries
Chapter Two:
Harry almost couldn’t believe the surreal turn of events as him and Draco finally got settled in their room in Hogs Breath Inn, a room they had to pay double for just for discretion.
“So, we have a place to stay now, but what next? You know Draco…you could always go to Hogwarts now, tell Dumbledore that you don’t want anything to do with Voldemort and he would protect you…”
“Yea, he would protect me and then he would tell me what a great asset to the Order I would be, what a role model for the other Slytherin house members I would be. Don’t you get it Potter? I don’t want to change sides; I just want to live my life! I don’t want to bad guy turned good. No, Dumbledore would help me, but there would be a price.”
Harry opened his mouth, wanting to object but finding that he couldn’t. Draco was right, there would be a price. “Right, well then you can just hideout for the summer here.”
“Me? What about you? What are you going to do?”
Harry turned toward Draco and smiled, “I told you already; I didn’t run away from Privet Drive and throw away my blood protection just so I could be a rebel Draco. I’m going to track down and find the people who were involved with what happened at the ministry the night my godfather died…I hope that won’t make anything stressed with us because I’ll have to use this room as my base.”
“Why would I care? You are the one running into a pointless suicide mission, not me.”
“Why? Draco…you realize that your aunt and your father were both there right? That I’m going after your family?”
Silence hung in the room for a second before Draco shrugged, “I wouldn’t have cared about my aunt anyway. It wasn’t like she was over for the holidays as for my father? Why would I care about him? He was ready to sign my life over to a maniac. He isn’t the same man he used to be. He grovels and begs at the feet of a madman, any Malfoy would know that he is nothing but a tool.”
Harry nodded as he continued to unpack his things, “Good, I guess…I mean it sucks about your dad and all…”
More silence greeted him and Harry tried for a minute to put himself in Draco’s shoes. Draco had turned his back on his family, on his inheritance, on everything Draco was raised to be. He would be cast out, called a traitor, even when he got back to school it wouldn’t change. The rest of the Slytherins would know what he had done and he would be a traitor in his own dorm.
“Hey…Draco…I know that you aren’t doing this so you can be a good guy, but I want you to know that I still think it’s pretty…well noble of you. You are sacrificing a lot….”
“Oh please Potter!” Harry was almost surprised to hear the hostility in Draco’s voice, “I didn’t have a choice not to sacrifice everything. I was raised, my parents assuming I would love nothing more to be shoved in this role and for a while I liked it. I liked knowing where my place in the world was going to be. I was a member of a very powerful and wealthy wizarding family, everyone I knew looked up to me; everything had already been decided for me. All I had to do was own up to it and live like a Malfoy. Too bad clarity struck me a couple years back and I realized that I would have to be the servant of some fucking maniac to have all of that. Well no thank you, I’d rather be an outcast then be led around like some fucking sheep!”
Draco’s face was red with rage, his eyes shiny with justification. Harry realized then that he admired Draco; the fact that Draco could throw everything that was handed to him away.
“You’re right. But I’m still sorry. You know, me and you aren’t so different. Maybe that’s why we can’t stand each other.” Harry smiled was pleased to see the other boy’s demeanor soften.
“Whatever Potter, now as we were discussing before you had to make me out to be a martyr for the cause, what do we do next?”
Harry sighed and sat down on his bed, “I’m not sure; I do know that the minute gringotts opens in the morning I’m going down there and withdrawing more money and do some shopping.”
Nodding Draco sat down on his own bed, opposite of Harry’s, “That actually isn’t a bad idea Potter, it’ll give us another hour or two to get more money and supplies before anyone even notices that we are gone.”
Harry laughed and shook his head, “You are the person who are going to have people looking for you, not me. I seriously doubt anyone will even know I’m gone. It isn’t like my aunt and uncle are going to be in a frenzy to find me.”
Draco studied Harry for a moment before nodding, “that is right, I remember hearing the rumors that you’re living situation left a lot to be desired but…”
“You figured I was the golden boy and who would treat the golden boy like shit?”
Draco shrugged and looked away, “Yea well hate to tell you mate, but my aunt and uncle could give a shit less about wizards or who they idolize. They think of me as an abomination and the biggest blessing I got was when the fear of my godfather maiming or killing them in some way drove them to completely ignore me instead of harass me every day.”
Draco glanced back at Harry and they shared a tentative look for a moment before Harry smiled and laid down, pulling the blankets over him. “Come on, we need to get some sleep if we are really going to be up in the morning.” Pulling his glasses off Harry laid them on the old table beside his bed before tucking his wand away under his pillow.
“Yea, I suppose your right...night.” Harry didn’t bother responding and in a couple of minutes the light turned off and he and Draco were covered in darkness.
***~***~***~***~***~***~
When Draco woke up at first he had completely forgot the day before, he stretched and opened his eyes and it all came crashing back. He was in a shabby hotel with none other than Harry Potter himself. Draco checked the time and frowned, it was at least 5 in the morning and gringotts didn’t open until 6 or 6:30, he turned his attention to Harry and found the reason he had woken up.
Harry was sweating profusely and his hands were balled into fists. A nightmare Draco guessed and he wasn’t really surprised, he had often thought that the boy wonder was probably plagued with tons of horrible things to dream about and this only confirmed it. Now that question was this, should he wake Harry up? Just let the dream run its course?
When Harry’s back arched off the bed the decision was taken out of Draco’s hands and Draco was crossing the small gap between the beds before he had even really made up his mind.
“Potter! Wake the hell up!” He shook the boy softly at first and when that only seemed to make things worse he shook him harder. Harry shot up and if Draco hadn’t have moved quickly their heads would have collided with each other. “What the hell were you dreaming about!?” Draco sounded a little angrier then he intended but felt no need to correct himself.
After taking a few gulps of air Harry laid shook his head as if trying to dislodge the dream, “sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Well you did, so now you have to tell me why you woke me.” Draco stood back up straight and walked back over to his own bed, running his hands through his hair as he sat back down.
“I was back at that fucking grave yard that the bastard took me to in 4th year, I was completely helpless, just tied to that fucking statue…all I could look at was Cedric’s dead body…he died for nothing…kill the spare…” Harry’s body convulsed once before he seemed to get a hold of himself, “look I really am sorry and I wish I could tell you that it will never happen again but I actually tend to have these nightmares a lot…”
Draco shook his head, “I wouldn’t like to see the person who wouldn’t have nightmares after that, just….well it would’ve been nice to have a warning.”
They stayed in silence for a moment before Harry got up stretching, “Yea, sorry…I just didn’t think about it I guess….I’m going to go ahead and shower, I know it’s a little early but I won’t be able to sleep now…you should try to though, I’ll wake you up after I get out.”
Draco shrugged and laid back down, pulling the covers over his head, closing his eyes when he heard Harry close the door to the bathroom.
***~***~***~***~***~***~
Harry sighed as he turned the water on, shedding his clothes slowly, taking a piss before stepping into the shower. For a minute he just let the water run over him, enjoying the warmth and comfort as his muscles started to relax again. He always thought it made him a little weird but he felt that the shower was one of the best places to relax and think about things. Maybe it was because of the absolute privacy the shower offered, he was never sure.
But he did know that he was in a hotel room for the rest of the summer (hopefully) with Draco Malfoy; the last person he had ever thought would be sharing a hotel room with him. And why was he here? Because he didn’t want to be one of Voldemort’s followers, yet another revelation that Harry had never thought would happen. What was even more surprising was that Harry found himself ready to fight anyone who might find them and try to drag Draco back to his family. But Harry knew he would do it for anyone who was being forced to be a member of Voldemort’s fan club.
Groaning softly as he turned the water off, Harry started to dry off, thinking more on the blonde boy who was sleeping in the next room.
***~***~***~***~***~***~
“Keys please” the droll of the goblin always made Harry think that they must hate their job but he dug his key out of his pocket anyway and waited for Draco to do the same. Instead of a key though Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and after the goblin glanced at the paper and then back to Draco he nodded and motioned for them to follow him. Harry’s vault was first and he was a bit embarrassed to have Draco there with him as he opened the vault with its small fortune nestled safely in its depth. But Draco didn’t comment as Harry quickly filled the medium bag he brought with him full.
When they reached Draco’s vault next he could immediately tell the different. There was a large M sculpted on the door and when it opened Harry was looking at piles upon piles of galleons, jewels, documents, and old family heirlooms. Draco however seemed to be just as embarrassed as Harry because he was in and out of the vault in a hurry, tucking his bag inside of his robes and nodding to the goblin.
When they walked outside of gringotts Harry tried to think of something to say but instead his stomach said it for him growling loudly, “Hey…what about some breakfast?” he asked smiling over at Draco.
“Really Potter? You think that the best idea? I say we quickly get out shopping done and get back to the inn, once we are there we can have breakfast sent up.”
Harry nodded and copied Draco by pulling the hood of his robe up, “Alright, where do you want…”
“How about we just meet back up at the inn at 10?” Draco started to walk away but Harry frowned and grabbed his arm.
“Don’t you think we should stick together? What if someone comes for you while we are apart…”
“Potter! I do NOT need you protecting me; if someone comes for me then I will get away. If I’m not back at the inn by 10 then assume that I’ve been taken back home, I’ll assume the same about you. No let go of me.”
Harry dropped Draco’s arm and watched the boy walk away, why they couldn’t shop together for supplies was beyond Harry, until he remembered that they came from two different backgrounds and maybe Draco didn’t want Harry to see everything he purchased. Sighing deeply Harry made his way into the heart of Hogsmead to quickly gather supplies.
***~***~***~***~***~***~
Narcissa smiled broadly as she opened the door to her son’s room, it was 10:30 and Draco wasn’t up yet, which wasn’t too strange, but he had things to do today.
“Darling, you really need to stop sleeping…..” She had to blink more than a couple of times to believe what she was seeing; was in fact really in front of her. Her son’s bed was empty, the sheet in tatters and tied together and leading….out the window? She shook her head and walked over to the window looking down and seeing no sign of anything out of the ordinary. Panic finally blossomed in her chest when she realized that her son wasn’t there and neither was his trunk for school. He was gone.
Backing out of the room she ran to her husband’s study, flinging open the door and causing Lucius to job, “What in the world Narcissa! What if I had been entertaining someon….”
“He’s gone Lucius! Our boy is gone! We have to find him! He’s never been alone before!”
She didn’t even notice her husband’s face whiten with panic and then darken with rage, “Oh Lucius! What are we going to do!?”
He shoved his wife away from him and glared at her, “Are you telling me, that our son ran away? Do you know what this means? It means that after I told him the news last night, he packed his things and left. Either he is afraid that he won’t be good enough for the Dark Lord or he is a traitor to our cause. Either way we must find him at once and get him back home before the Dark Lord gets here. No son of mine is going to be a filthy blood traitor.”
Narcissa pulled back from her husband the tears drying from her eyes, “This would have never happened if you hadn’t pressured our son to join that….that….”
“You better hold your tongue my dear wife; I would hate to have to turn you over to the Dark Lord. We have had this discussion, we have always wanted our son to be superior and be a winner, what better what to do that then have him be a part of the revolution of the wizarding world?”
Narcissa said nothing, nodding quietly before leaving her husband. She wasn’t sure when she had stopped paying attention to the fanatical obsession her husband had with Lord Voldemort. She had always supported it and even enjoyed the idea of Draco joining him. But she had also always assumed her son had wanted to join him, she didn’t know that Draco was so terrified of the idea that he would risk everything and run away from the house. She would never force her son into doing something, especially something so serious when he didn’t want to. But her husband had other intentions and if it was the only way to get her son back home safely, she would help her husband find him anyway she could.
END OF CHAPTER TWO
Careful What You Wish For
By Coco Bebo aka EternusCaries
Chapter Two:
Harry almost couldn’t believe the surreal turn of events as him and Draco finally got settled in their room in Hogs Breath Inn, a room they had to pay double for just for discretion.
“So, we have a place to stay now, but what next? You know Draco…you could always go to Hogwarts now, tell Dumbledore that you don’t want anything to do with Voldemort and he would protect you…”
“Yea, he would protect me and then he would tell me what a great asset to the Order I would be, what a role model for the other Slytherin house members I would be. Don’t you get it Potter? I don’t want to change sides; I just want to live my life! I don’t want to bad guy turned good. No, Dumbledore would help me, but there would be a price.”
Harry opened his mouth, wanting to object but finding that he couldn’t. Draco was right, there would be a price. “Right, well then you can just hideout for the summer here.”
“Me? What about you? What are you going to do?”
Harry turned toward Draco and smiled, “I told you already; I didn’t run away from Privet Drive and throw away my blood protection just so I could be a rebel Draco. I’m going to track down and find the people who were involved with what happened at the ministry the night my godfather died…I hope that won’t make anything stressed with us because I’ll have to use this room as my base.”
“Why would I care? You are the one running into a pointless suicide mission, not me.”
“Why? Draco…you realize that your aunt and your father were both there right? That I’m going after your family?”
Silence hung in the room for a second before Draco shrugged, “I wouldn’t have cared about my aunt anyway. It wasn’t like she was over for the holidays as for my father? Why would I care about him? He was ready to sign my life over to a maniac. He isn’t the same man he used to be. He grovels and begs at the feet of a madman, any Malfoy would know that he is nothing but a tool.”
Harry nodded as he continued to unpack his things, “Good, I guess…I mean it sucks about your dad and all…”
More silence greeted him and Harry tried for a minute to put himself in Draco’s shoes. Draco had turned his back on his family, on his inheritance, on everything Draco was raised to be. He would be cast out, called a traitor, even when he got back to school it wouldn’t change. The rest of the Slytherins would know what he had done and he would be a traitor in his own dorm.
“Hey…Draco…I know that you aren’t doing this so you can be a good guy, but I want you to know that I still think it’s pretty…well noble of you. You are sacrificing a lot….”
“Oh please Potter!” Harry was almost surprised to hear the hostility in Draco’s voice, “I didn’t have a choice not to sacrifice everything. I was raised, my parents assuming I would love nothing more to be shoved in this role and for a while I liked it. I liked knowing where my place in the world was going to be. I was a member of a very powerful and wealthy wizarding family, everyone I knew looked up to me; everything had already been decided for me. All I had to do was own up to it and live like a Malfoy. Too bad clarity struck me a couple years back and I realized that I would have to be the servant of some fucking maniac to have all of that. Well no thank you, I’d rather be an outcast then be led around like some fucking sheep!”
Draco’s face was red with rage, his eyes shiny with justification. Harry realized then that he admired Draco; the fact that Draco could throw everything that was handed to him away.
“You’re right. But I’m still sorry. You know, me and you aren’t so different. Maybe that’s why we can’t stand each other.” Harry smiled was pleased to see the other boy’s demeanor soften.
“Whatever Potter, now as we were discussing before you had to make me out to be a martyr for the cause, what do we do next?”
Harry sighed and sat down on his bed, “I’m not sure; I do know that the minute gringotts opens in the morning I’m going down there and withdrawing more money and do some shopping.”
Nodding Draco sat down on his own bed, opposite of Harry’s, “That actually isn’t a bad idea Potter, it’ll give us another hour or two to get more money and supplies before anyone even notices that we are gone.”
Harry laughed and shook his head, “You are the person who are going to have people looking for you, not me. I seriously doubt anyone will even know I’m gone. It isn’t like my aunt and uncle are going to be in a frenzy to find me.”
Draco studied Harry for a moment before nodding, “that is right, I remember hearing the rumors that you’re living situation left a lot to be desired but…”
“You figured I was the golden boy and who would treat the golden boy like shit?”
Draco shrugged and looked away, “Yea well hate to tell you mate, but my aunt and uncle could give a shit less about wizards or who they idolize. They think of me as an abomination and the biggest blessing I got was when the fear of my godfather maiming or killing them in some way drove them to completely ignore me instead of harass me every day.”
Draco glanced back at Harry and they shared a tentative look for a moment before Harry smiled and laid down, pulling the blankets over him. “Come on, we need to get some sleep if we are really going to be up in the morning.” Pulling his glasses off Harry laid them on the old table beside his bed before tucking his wand away under his pillow.
“Yea, I suppose your right...night.” Harry didn’t bother responding and in a couple of minutes the light turned off and he and Draco were covered in darkness.
***~***~***~***~***~***~
When Draco woke up at first he had completely forgot the day before, he stretched and opened his eyes and it all came crashing back. He was in a shabby hotel with none other than Harry Potter himself. Draco checked the time and frowned, it was at least 5 in the morning and gringotts didn’t open until 6 or 6:30, he turned his attention to Harry and found the reason he had woken up.
Harry was sweating profusely and his hands were balled into fists. A nightmare Draco guessed and he wasn’t really surprised, he had often thought that the boy wonder was probably plagued with tons of horrible things to dream about and this only confirmed it. Now that question was this, should he wake Harry up? Just let the dream run its course?
When Harry’s back arched off the bed the decision was taken out of Draco’s hands and Draco was crossing the small gap between the beds before he had even really made up his mind.
“Potter! Wake the hell up!” He shook the boy softly at first and when that only seemed to make things worse he shook him harder. Harry shot up and if Draco hadn’t have moved quickly their heads would have collided with each other. “What the hell were you dreaming about!?” Draco sounded a little angrier then he intended but felt no need to correct himself.
After taking a few gulps of air Harry laid shook his head as if trying to dislodge the dream, “sorry, didn’t mean to wake you.”
“Well you did, so now you have to tell me why you woke me.” Draco stood back up straight and walked back over to his own bed, running his hands through his hair as he sat back down.
“I was back at that fucking grave yard that the bastard took me to in 4th year, I was completely helpless, just tied to that fucking statue…all I could look at was Cedric’s dead body…he died for nothing…kill the spare…” Harry’s body convulsed once before he seemed to get a hold of himself, “look I really am sorry and I wish I could tell you that it will never happen again but I actually tend to have these nightmares a lot…”
Draco shook his head, “I wouldn’t like to see the person who wouldn’t have nightmares after that, just….well it would’ve been nice to have a warning.”
They stayed in silence for a moment before Harry got up stretching, “Yea, sorry…I just didn’t think about it I guess….I’m going to go ahead and shower, I know it’s a little early but I won’t be able to sleep now…you should try to though, I’ll wake you up after I get out.”
Draco shrugged and laid back down, pulling the covers over his head, closing his eyes when he heard Harry close the door to the bathroom.
***~***~***~***~***~***~
Harry sighed as he turned the water on, shedding his clothes slowly, taking a piss before stepping into the shower. For a minute he just let the water run over him, enjoying the warmth and comfort as his muscles started to relax again. He always thought it made him a little weird but he felt that the shower was one of the best places to relax and think about things. Maybe it was because of the absolute privacy the shower offered, he was never sure.
But he did know that he was in a hotel room for the rest of the summer (hopefully) with Draco Malfoy; the last person he had ever thought would be sharing a hotel room with him. And why was he here? Because he didn’t want to be one of Voldemort’s followers, yet another revelation that Harry had never thought would happen. What was even more surprising was that Harry found himself ready to fight anyone who might find them and try to drag Draco back to his family. But Harry knew he would do it for anyone who was being forced to be a member of Voldemort’s fan club.
Groaning softly as he turned the water off, Harry started to dry off, thinking more on the blonde boy who was sleeping in the next room.
***~***~***~***~***~***~
“Keys please” the droll of the goblin always made Harry think that they must hate their job but he dug his key out of his pocket anyway and waited for Draco to do the same. Instead of a key though Draco pulled out a piece of parchment and after the goblin glanced at the paper and then back to Draco he nodded and motioned for them to follow him. Harry’s vault was first and he was a bit embarrassed to have Draco there with him as he opened the vault with its small fortune nestled safely in its depth. But Draco didn’t comment as Harry quickly filled the medium bag he brought with him full.
When they reached Draco’s vault next he could immediately tell the different. There was a large M sculpted on the door and when it opened Harry was looking at piles upon piles of galleons, jewels, documents, and old family heirlooms. Draco however seemed to be just as embarrassed as Harry because he was in and out of the vault in a hurry, tucking his bag inside of his robes and nodding to the goblin.
When they walked outside of gringotts Harry tried to think of something to say but instead his stomach said it for him growling loudly, “Hey…what about some breakfast?” he asked smiling over at Draco.
“Really Potter? You think that the best idea? I say we quickly get out shopping done and get back to the inn, once we are there we can have breakfast sent up.”
Harry nodded and copied Draco by pulling the hood of his robe up, “Alright, where do you want…”
“How about we just meet back up at the inn at 10?” Draco started to walk away but Harry frowned and grabbed his arm.
“Don’t you think we should stick together? What if someone comes for you while we are apart…”
“Potter! I do NOT need you protecting me; if someone comes for me then I will get away. If I’m not back at the inn by 10 then assume that I’ve been taken back home, I’ll assume the same about you. No let go of me.”
Harry dropped Draco’s arm and watched the boy walk away, why they couldn’t shop together for supplies was beyond Harry, until he remembered that they came from two different backgrounds and maybe Draco didn’t want Harry to see everything he purchased. Sighing deeply Harry made his way into the heart of Hogsmead to quickly gather supplies.
***~***~***~***~***~***~
Narcissa smiled broadly as she opened the door to her son’s room, it was 10:30 and Draco wasn’t up yet, which wasn’t too strange, but he had things to do today.
“Darling, you really need to stop sleeping…..” She had to blink more than a couple of times to believe what she was seeing; was in fact really in front of her. Her son’s bed was empty, the sheet in tatters and tied together and leading….out the window? She shook her head and walked over to the window looking down and seeing no sign of anything out of the ordinary. Panic finally blossomed in her chest when she realized that her son wasn’t there and neither was his trunk for school. He was gone.
Backing out of the room she ran to her husband’s study, flinging open the door and causing Lucius to job, “What in the world Narcissa! What if I had been entertaining someon….”
“He’s gone Lucius! Our boy is gone! We have to find him! He’s never been alone before!”
She didn’t even notice her husband’s face whiten with panic and then darken with rage, “Oh Lucius! What are we going to do!?”
He shoved his wife away from him and glared at her, “Are you telling me, that our son ran away? Do you know what this means? It means that after I told him the news last night, he packed his things and left. Either he is afraid that he won’t be good enough for the Dark Lord or he is a traitor to our cause. Either way we must find him at once and get him back home before the Dark Lord gets here. No son of mine is going to be a filthy blood traitor.”
Narcissa pulled back from her husband the tears drying from her eyes, “This would have never happened if you hadn’t pressured our son to join that….that….”
“You better hold your tongue my dear wife; I would hate to have to turn you over to the Dark Lord. We have had this discussion, we have always wanted our son to be superior and be a winner, what better what to do that then have him be a part of the revolution of the wizarding world?”
Narcissa said nothing, nodding quietly before leaving her husband. She wasn’t sure when she had stopped paying attention to the fanatical obsession her husband had with Lord Voldemort. She had always supported it and even enjoyed the idea of Draco joining him. But she had also always assumed her son had wanted to join him, she didn’t know that Draco was so terrified of the idea that he would risk everything and run away from the house. She would never force her son into doing something, especially something so serious when he didn’t want to. But her husband had other intentions and if it was the only way to get her son back home safely, she would help her husband find him anyway she could.
END OF CHAPTER TWO