Fathers, Godfathers, and Godsons...Oh My
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
29
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3,117
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12
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Chapter 23
Chapter 23
Harry stared numbly at the Quidich pitch, sitting by the lake and not able to process anything. Sirius Black was his godfather. Even now, after all he’d done...their friend. They were betrayed by their friend. Would he have the same fate, betrayed by someone he trusted? Ron? Hermione? Should he stop trusting? Was he in the same kind of danger? He felt the presence sitting next to him and sighed softly to himself. Draco. He was safe with him. The blond boy was more than a friend. He was a brother.
“Sorry you found out?”
“Sorry it’s true.” He sighed to himself, “I can’t believe...their friend...”
“I think Albus is wrong.” He glanced at the Ravenclaw in bemusement. Nearly laughing at the preening dragon sitting on top of his head. She must have gotten some thicker scales for the winter. Both were wrapped up tightly in heavy robes and warm jumpers, sitting in the snow, “I remember reading about this... not when it happened, of course, I wasn’t even born at the time. I mean later, my mother was an avid newspaper clipper when it came to... him...anyway...I remember some of it. Black was arrested because he destroyed a city block, killing a bunch of muggles and a wizard...um, only a finger left behind...no trial, just shipped off to Azkerban. A later addition talked about the tragedy of...well, you know-“
”Yes, I know. He was their friend. They trusted him and he gave up their location to Voldemort...probably to kiss his scaly ass...am I in that danger? Having friends...is that going to happen to me?”
Draco winced from the name, “Harry...we always run the risk of being betrayed by trusting someone. Why do you think it’s taken me so long to trust anyone? But...you have to admit life is pretty boring without them.” Harry grinned at that fact but Draco focused himself to press his point, “But, to Black...what if it was a setup?” Harry gave him a questioning look, “Would You-Know...oh, okay!” He glared at the Gryffindor. He hated saying the name but knew it just irritated Harry when he didn’t, “Would Voldemort let his right hand man rot in prison on the eve of his supposed triumph or would he want him at his side?”
“Maybe this Pettigrew attacked Black for his betrayal.”
“Or maybe it’s the other way around.” Sighing, “Give me your map.” Harry froze and looked reluctant. The Marauders map had been given to him by the Weasley twins as some kind of un-Christmas gift or something. All for the purpose of mischief and he was all for that. He’d shown Ron and Draco and both were absolutely enraptured with the thing. Sometimes he was surprised they hadn’t stolen it from him, but he knew they never would, “Come on, then.” Harry reluctantly handed it over and Draco tapped it once with his wand, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” And the charm worked, the map showing them every nook and cranny of the school. Grinning, “I love this thing...” Draco’s brow furrowed for a moment before he gave a crow of triumph, “All right, tell me who you see.”
He pointed his wand and Harry followed it, his eyes widening, “Peter Pettigrew!”
Nodding, “My how the dead travel. And where is he?”
Harry swallowed, seeing him not more than a dozen paces from Ron, “The Gryffindor boys dormitory.” Eyes widening, “Ron...”
Draco grabbed his wrist, stalling his flight, “Just listen, Weasley’s in no danger.”A sarcastic lilt to his voice, “Kinda old for a perv, too old for a student...and how interesting that it’s exactly the same place that deranged mutt was trying to get into.”
Shaking his head but staying seated. He could trust that if Draco was calm then there was no immediate danger, “How?”
Folding up the map, “Mischief managed. Here’s what I think. I think either Black is guilty as sin, or he was set up. And if it was a setup, then good old Peter is the guilty one.”
“But, Albus said that the proof that Pettigrew was dead was a finger...a part of his finger was left behind... if he is guilty then...” Harry scrunched up his face. Dropping his head into his hands, “How could he just cut off his finger and walk away?”
“Maybe he scampered away.” Harry’s head shot up, questions buzzing in his mind, “I have a feeling to live a human is capable of just about anything. Do you know what an Animagus is Harry?” He shook his head silently, “It’s a wizard that trained for years to assume an animal form. Like Professor McGonagall. Her animagus form is a cat. Once their transformation is successful, they are registered through the ministry with their distinguishing markings so they cannot commit crimes undetected.”
Frowning, “So, Pettigrew is an animagus?”
“That’s just it, I’m not sure. He’s not registered, I looked. And if he is, he may be unregistered if he learned on his own. It’s dangerous to do, but not impossible.”
Sighing, leaning against his shoulder, “So what do we do?”
“What we do best. We gather the troops and we research the hell out of this. You take those willing to
the library, I’ll get the Ravenclaws cracking on this...oh, and tell Ron to leave that flea bitten rat of his in the dorms.”
Glaring lightly, “I know you don’t like Scabbers-...”
”He’s disgusting.”
“-but he’s Ron’s pet.”
Draco pursed his lips, saying his thoughts slowly, “That rat’s been in the Weasley family for a long time, hasn’t he? Ten years or so?” Harry shrugged, “I think he was passed down from Charlie, was he not?”
Sighing, “What’s your point?”
Shrugging, “Only that most rats live three to five years...that’s all.” A sly grin spread across his face, “So, ready to demolish the Hufflepuffs?”
Harry quirked an eyebrow but grinned. Oh yeah. He looked up as the sky crackled and thundered. It had been terrible weather this week, “I’m getting rained on...I’m sure of it.”
Pulling the brunette to his feet and slinging an arm around his shoulders, “Probably.”
“When I get sick you’ll bring me soup, right?”
Scoffing, “Maybe.”
Harry stared numbly at the Quidich pitch, sitting by the lake and not able to process anything. Sirius Black was his godfather. Even now, after all he’d done...their friend. They were betrayed by their friend. Would he have the same fate, betrayed by someone he trusted? Ron? Hermione? Should he stop trusting? Was he in the same kind of danger? He felt the presence sitting next to him and sighed softly to himself. Draco. He was safe with him. The blond boy was more than a friend. He was a brother.
“Sorry you found out?”
“Sorry it’s true.” He sighed to himself, “I can’t believe...their friend...”
“I think Albus is wrong.” He glanced at the Ravenclaw in bemusement. Nearly laughing at the preening dragon sitting on top of his head. She must have gotten some thicker scales for the winter. Both were wrapped up tightly in heavy robes and warm jumpers, sitting in the snow, “I remember reading about this... not when it happened, of course, I wasn’t even born at the time. I mean later, my mother was an avid newspaper clipper when it came to... him...anyway...I remember some of it. Black was arrested because he destroyed a city block, killing a bunch of muggles and a wizard...um, only a finger left behind...no trial, just shipped off to Azkerban. A later addition talked about the tragedy of...well, you know-“
”Yes, I know. He was their friend. They trusted him and he gave up their location to Voldemort...probably to kiss his scaly ass...am I in that danger? Having friends...is that going to happen to me?”
Draco winced from the name, “Harry...we always run the risk of being betrayed by trusting someone. Why do you think it’s taken me so long to trust anyone? But...you have to admit life is pretty boring without them.” Harry grinned at that fact but Draco focused himself to press his point, “But, to Black...what if it was a setup?” Harry gave him a questioning look, “Would You-Know...oh, okay!” He glared at the Gryffindor. He hated saying the name but knew it just irritated Harry when he didn’t, “Would Voldemort let his right hand man rot in prison on the eve of his supposed triumph or would he want him at his side?”
“Maybe this Pettigrew attacked Black for his betrayal.”
“Or maybe it’s the other way around.” Sighing, “Give me your map.” Harry froze and looked reluctant. The Marauders map had been given to him by the Weasley twins as some kind of un-Christmas gift or something. All for the purpose of mischief and he was all for that. He’d shown Ron and Draco and both were absolutely enraptured with the thing. Sometimes he was surprised they hadn’t stolen it from him, but he knew they never would, “Come on, then.” Harry reluctantly handed it over and Draco tapped it once with his wand, “I solemnly swear I am up to no good.” And the charm worked, the map showing them every nook and cranny of the school. Grinning, “I love this thing...” Draco’s brow furrowed for a moment before he gave a crow of triumph, “All right, tell me who you see.”
He pointed his wand and Harry followed it, his eyes widening, “Peter Pettigrew!”
Nodding, “My how the dead travel. And where is he?”
Harry swallowed, seeing him not more than a dozen paces from Ron, “The Gryffindor boys dormitory.” Eyes widening, “Ron...”
Draco grabbed his wrist, stalling his flight, “Just listen, Weasley’s in no danger.”A sarcastic lilt to his voice, “Kinda old for a perv, too old for a student...and how interesting that it’s exactly the same place that deranged mutt was trying to get into.”
Shaking his head but staying seated. He could trust that if Draco was calm then there was no immediate danger, “How?”
Folding up the map, “Mischief managed. Here’s what I think. I think either Black is guilty as sin, or he was set up. And if it was a setup, then good old Peter is the guilty one.”
“But, Albus said that the proof that Pettigrew was dead was a finger...a part of his finger was left behind... if he is guilty then...” Harry scrunched up his face. Dropping his head into his hands, “How could he just cut off his finger and walk away?”
“Maybe he scampered away.” Harry’s head shot up, questions buzzing in his mind, “I have a feeling to live a human is capable of just about anything. Do you know what an Animagus is Harry?” He shook his head silently, “It’s a wizard that trained for years to assume an animal form. Like Professor McGonagall. Her animagus form is a cat. Once their transformation is successful, they are registered through the ministry with their distinguishing markings so they cannot commit crimes undetected.”
Frowning, “So, Pettigrew is an animagus?”
“That’s just it, I’m not sure. He’s not registered, I looked. And if he is, he may be unregistered if he learned on his own. It’s dangerous to do, but not impossible.”
Sighing, leaning against his shoulder, “So what do we do?”
“What we do best. We gather the troops and we research the hell out of this. You take those willing to
the library, I’ll get the Ravenclaws cracking on this...oh, and tell Ron to leave that flea bitten rat of his in the dorms.”
Glaring lightly, “I know you don’t like Scabbers-...”
”He’s disgusting.”
“-but he’s Ron’s pet.”
Draco pursed his lips, saying his thoughts slowly, “That rat’s been in the Weasley family for a long time, hasn’t he? Ten years or so?” Harry shrugged, “I think he was passed down from Charlie, was he not?”
Sighing, “What’s your point?”
Shrugging, “Only that most rats live three to five years...that’s all.” A sly grin spread across his face, “So, ready to demolish the Hufflepuffs?”
Harry quirked an eyebrow but grinned. Oh yeah. He looked up as the sky crackled and thundered. It had been terrible weather this week, “I’m getting rained on...I’m sure of it.”
Pulling the brunette to his feet and slinging an arm around his shoulders, “Probably.”
“When I get sick you’ll bring me soup, right?”
Scoffing, “Maybe.”