Harry Potter and The Beloved Incubus (BP4)
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Old Family Friend
Chapter Number/Total: 27/40
Chapter Title: Old Family Friend
Words:1876 Words
Draco's first awareness was that he was cold. He shivered, pulling Harry's body closer to his own and reaching for the blankets to pull them up higher - except he couldn't find them. He opened his eyes and gasped. They were not in their own bedroom.
It was dark, damp and cold. They were lying on a mattress on the floor of a cinder-block room with a dim electric light bulb and one closed metal door. Trying not to wake Harry, Draco looked frantically about for his wand or Harry's but they were not in the room with them.
Harry reached for Draco, mumbling in his sleep. The movements woke him up and he opened his eyes. "What're you doing?" he asked thickly, a bit annoyed at the fact that the blankets seemed to be gone. He sat halfway up and opened his eyes fully, still not able to see very well because he wasn't wearing his glasses, but he could definitely tell that they weren't in their room. "Draco," he whispered, quickly moving closer to him.
"We're in trouble, love," Draco whispered. "Stay calm."
Harry's breath sped up and he looked around for his wand automatically, but as soon as he looked, he knew it wasn't there.
Draco helped Harry sit up, his arm around him. "We are not anywhere I recognise," he whispered, "and it has a Muggle light. We are without our wands, your glasses and our clothes."
Harry leaned in close to Draco’s body, terrified, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do we do?" he whispered, his hands shaking.
"I don't know, yet," Draco said. "It depends on who has us. And remember, you don't need a wand. But we don't want whomever this is to know that yet." He made sure to whisper directly into Harry's ear as he said the last part.
Harry nodded. "How is this possible?" he asked. "We were in bed in our room."
"I don't know," Draco answered, furiously trying to think through the possibilities. Betrayal was the word that filled his thoughts.
Harry was thinking along the same lines as Draco, but he couldn't bring himself to believe that any of the Weasleys had done this. Nor Lupin or Tonks.
"Stay here," Draco said, letting go of Harry. He had fallen asleep with his silver hand on and was grateful for that.
Harry gritted his teeth and nodded, knowing that if there was to be some sort of fight, he had the magic, but he was in no state to run or to do anything physical. He could hardly remain standing for more than a few minutes.
Draco moved from the mattress and walked around the room, examining it. "It's warded to keep us from Apparating," he said aloud.
"We don't have our wands," Harry said. "We couldn't anyway." He knew he might be able to, but not his husband. He watched Draco with eyes wide and fearful.
"There is a plate with some bread and cheese and a cup of water here," Draco said and brought the items over to Harry. "Eat them now, just in case."
Harry hardly felt like eating, but he knew that Draco was right. He ate quickly, eyes never leaving his husband.
Draco walked around the room, running his hand over it to check the magic on it. "There is a bucket too, which I suppose is for waste." He grimaced, then made his way over to the door. He wasn't surprised that it was locked.
Harry was finishing up the bread now, still watching Draco. He was still terrified, but he tried not to show it on his face.
Draco looked over at his husband, checking to make sure that he had eaten all the food. Then he knocked loudly on the metal door and waited for an answer.
Harry gulped, wanting to pull Draco back down near to him, but he knew it would be better for one of them to be standing.
Draco waited for a few moments and then knocked louder, using his silver hand to make a louder noise against the metal door.
Harry watched, getting increasingly nervous with every passing moment.
There was a sound as a bolt was slid back and the door opened a sliver. "Step back to the other side of the room," a male voice commanded.
Harry tensed and was very still, trying to concentrate on his magic if they might need it.
"Macnair," Draco whispered to Harry as he backed up, his eyes never leaving the door.
Harry's eyes widened slightly. This was not good. This man had been with Lucius and had tortured Draco without batting an eye. A flare of anger at the Ministry shot up in him. They had already sent this man to Azkaban.
The door swung open and Walden Macnair stood in the doorway with his wand pointed at the two of them. "Surprised to see an old family friend, Draco?" Macnair sneered.
Harry tensed even more, his hands curling into fists.
"And Potter? How ever did this happen?" He laughed. "Up the duff? I guess you aren't as much of a man as we thought."
An even stronger wave of anger washed through Harry and he could feel his own magic, just waiting to see if the man would try anything.
"How did you get into the Manor?" Draco asked, his voice cold.
"Oh, your mother was most helpful in that regard," the man laughed.
Harry gasped and turned his head quickly to look at Draco, still concentrating on his magic.
"So why haven't you turned us over to your Master?" Draco asked.
"Your mother would rather I didn't do that," Macnair said.
Harry frowned in confusion. That didn't make any sense.
"What do you plan to do then?" Draco asked.
"It really depends on that thing inside Potter," Macnair said.
Harry actually backed up a bit and covered himself with his arms, these words scaring him more than anything. He stared with wide eyes at Draco and then snapped them back onto Macnair.
"What is it?" Macnair asked.
"None of your business," Draco replied.
Harry gritted his teeth to keep from screaming and felt like his very fingertips were trembling with magic.
"Behave yourselves and we might give you food and water," Macnair said, "because you will be staying here until we know what that is."
Harry just continued to stare up at the man, arms still shielding his body.
Draco looked nervously at Harry. "Then what?" he asked.
"That will depend a lot on both the answer and you," Macnair answered. "Because I owe you."
Harry's brows furrowed. He was confused again.
"Can I speak with my mother?" Draco asked.
"She is tied up right now," Macnair smiled, "but we will see if she can find her way clear."
"We need clothing and blankets," Draco said,"and more food."
Harry simply remained quiet, thinking it would probably be better for him to keep his mouth shut.
"What is it?" Macnair asked again.
"None of your business," Harry said now, voice steely.
"You heard him," Draco said, shrugging.
"Then I guess we wait and see," Macnair said, and with a flick of his wand, the door closed again.
Harry looked up at Draco, the fear plain in his eyes. "What do we do?" he asked, voice high.
Draco closed his eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath. He came and sat down beside Harry, wrapping his arms around him. "We don't know enough yet to have a way out," he said.
Harry's breathing was uneven and shallow. "What does he mean?" he whispered. "What does he mean he wants to know what it is?"
"I don't think they are certain that you are pregnant," Draco said, "but they suspect."
Harry let out a dry, choked sob at that, hugging Draco tightly.
"I think if it was up to Macnair, I would be dead and you would already be in front of the Dark Lord," Draco answered.
"I don't understand what's going on," Harry said. "Why didn't they take me to Voldemort? Why are we here? What does he mean he owes us?"
"He was Father's ... friend," Draco said.
Harry shivered at that. "What does your mother have to do with this?" he whispered, hugging Draco tighter.
"That's the part I don't understand," Draco said. "Mother knew about them, but they weren't exactly friendly."
"What will they do to our baby?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear, voicing what he was most afraid of now. "Draco, what will they do?"
"If it were only Mother, I wouldn't be worried," he said. "At least not about the baby."
"Why?" Harry asked, trying to keep himself from trembling.
"Because he will be family," Draco said.
"But so are you," Harry replied, moving his head back so that he could stare into Draco's face.
"Our son will be the Malfoy heir," Draco said, "which means that if I die, he inherits the Manor."
"So what," Harry said. "What does that have to do with hurting him or not?"
"If they want to control the Manor, the money and the magic," Draco said, "then they would need him."
Harry's heart began pounding again. "They can't have him," he said, a violent shiver going through him. "They can't."
"No, they can't," Draco said. "But it explains why they are so interested in him."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry whispered, not knowing what to do. "Merlin, what if I have him here? It could be any day now. That's what Pomfrey said the last time she came. Any day."
"She also said for you to try to remain calm," Draco said. "At your side, love."
Harry nodded and took a shaky, deep breath, hugging Draco again.
"I need you to do a Heating Charm to keep yourself and the baby warm," Draco said.
Harry nodded and closed his eyes, concentrating. He knew it had worked when he felt warm suddenly and he moved a hand over Draco, doing one for him as well. He didn't say so, but just that simple charm made him feel a little weak.
Draco frowned. "You weren't supposed to do one for me too," he whispered.
"I don't care," Harry whispered back, closing his eyes and pressing his face into Draco's neck.
"I do," Draco whispered. "I care a lot."
"I don't want to argue," Harry whispered, pressing his hands flat to Draco's back. "I already did it."
"Conserve your energy," Draco said. "Use it for yourself and Valen."
Harry sighed shakily and nodded, face still pressed into Draco's skin.
Draco stayed curled around his husband, waiting and hoping he could figure a way out of the situation.
Harry and Draco had eventually fallen asleep with no more interruptions from Macnair or anyone else. Several hours had passed at least and still they had been given no blankets, clothing or anything else to eat. Harry had had to renew the Heating Charm for himself, but had not given Draco one this time, instead pressing as closely to him as he could. They were pressed closely together still as they slept, Harry on his side with Draco behind him.
Chapter Title: Old Family Friend
Words:1876 Words
Draco's first awareness was that he was cold. He shivered, pulling Harry's body closer to his own and reaching for the blankets to pull them up higher - except he couldn't find them. He opened his eyes and gasped. They were not in their own bedroom.
It was dark, damp and cold. They were lying on a mattress on the floor of a cinder-block room with a dim electric light bulb and one closed metal door. Trying not to wake Harry, Draco looked frantically about for his wand or Harry's but they were not in the room with them.
Harry reached for Draco, mumbling in his sleep. The movements woke him up and he opened his eyes. "What're you doing?" he asked thickly, a bit annoyed at the fact that the blankets seemed to be gone. He sat halfway up and opened his eyes fully, still not able to see very well because he wasn't wearing his glasses, but he could definitely tell that they weren't in their room. "Draco," he whispered, quickly moving closer to him.
"We're in trouble, love," Draco whispered. "Stay calm."
Harry's breath sped up and he looked around for his wand automatically, but as soon as he looked, he knew it wasn't there.
Draco helped Harry sit up, his arm around him. "We are not anywhere I recognise," he whispered, "and it has a Muggle light. We are without our wands, your glasses and our clothes."
Harry leaned in close to Draco’s body, terrified, his heart pounding in his chest. "What do we do?" he whispered, his hands shaking.
"I don't know, yet," Draco said. "It depends on who has us. And remember, you don't need a wand. But we don't want whomever this is to know that yet." He made sure to whisper directly into Harry's ear as he said the last part.
Harry nodded. "How is this possible?" he asked. "We were in bed in our room."
"I don't know," Draco answered, furiously trying to think through the possibilities. Betrayal was the word that filled his thoughts.
Harry was thinking along the same lines as Draco, but he couldn't bring himself to believe that any of the Weasleys had done this. Nor Lupin or Tonks.
"Stay here," Draco said, letting go of Harry. He had fallen asleep with his silver hand on and was grateful for that.
Harry gritted his teeth and nodded, knowing that if there was to be some sort of fight, he had the magic, but he was in no state to run or to do anything physical. He could hardly remain standing for more than a few minutes.
Draco moved from the mattress and walked around the room, examining it. "It's warded to keep us from Apparating," he said aloud.
"We don't have our wands," Harry said. "We couldn't anyway." He knew he might be able to, but not his husband. He watched Draco with eyes wide and fearful.
"There is a plate with some bread and cheese and a cup of water here," Draco said and brought the items over to Harry. "Eat them now, just in case."
Harry hardly felt like eating, but he knew that Draco was right. He ate quickly, eyes never leaving his husband.
Draco walked around the room, running his hand over it to check the magic on it. "There is a bucket too, which I suppose is for waste." He grimaced, then made his way over to the door. He wasn't surprised that it was locked.
Harry was finishing up the bread now, still watching Draco. He was still terrified, but he tried not to show it on his face.
Draco looked over at his husband, checking to make sure that he had eaten all the food. Then he knocked loudly on the metal door and waited for an answer.
Harry gulped, wanting to pull Draco back down near to him, but he knew it would be better for one of them to be standing.
Draco waited for a few moments and then knocked louder, using his silver hand to make a louder noise against the metal door.
Harry watched, getting increasingly nervous with every passing moment.
There was a sound as a bolt was slid back and the door opened a sliver. "Step back to the other side of the room," a male voice commanded.
Harry tensed and was very still, trying to concentrate on his magic if they might need it.
"Macnair," Draco whispered to Harry as he backed up, his eyes never leaving the door.
Harry's eyes widened slightly. This was not good. This man had been with Lucius and had tortured Draco without batting an eye. A flare of anger at the Ministry shot up in him. They had already sent this man to Azkaban.
The door swung open and Walden Macnair stood in the doorway with his wand pointed at the two of them. "Surprised to see an old family friend, Draco?" Macnair sneered.
Harry tensed even more, his hands curling into fists.
"And Potter? How ever did this happen?" He laughed. "Up the duff? I guess you aren't as much of a man as we thought."
An even stronger wave of anger washed through Harry and he could feel his own magic, just waiting to see if the man would try anything.
"How did you get into the Manor?" Draco asked, his voice cold.
"Oh, your mother was most helpful in that regard," the man laughed.
Harry gasped and turned his head quickly to look at Draco, still concentrating on his magic.
"So why haven't you turned us over to your Master?" Draco asked.
"Your mother would rather I didn't do that," Macnair said.
Harry frowned in confusion. That didn't make any sense.
"What do you plan to do then?" Draco asked.
"It really depends on that thing inside Potter," Macnair said.
Harry actually backed up a bit and covered himself with his arms, these words scaring him more than anything. He stared with wide eyes at Draco and then snapped them back onto Macnair.
"What is it?" Macnair asked.
"None of your business," Draco replied.
Harry gritted his teeth to keep from screaming and felt like his very fingertips were trembling with magic.
"Behave yourselves and we might give you food and water," Macnair said, "because you will be staying here until we know what that is."
Harry just continued to stare up at the man, arms still shielding his body.
Draco looked nervously at Harry. "Then what?" he asked.
"That will depend a lot on both the answer and you," Macnair answered. "Because I owe you."
Harry's brows furrowed. He was confused again.
"Can I speak with my mother?" Draco asked.
"She is tied up right now," Macnair smiled, "but we will see if she can find her way clear."
"We need clothing and blankets," Draco said,"and more food."
Harry simply remained quiet, thinking it would probably be better for him to keep his mouth shut.
"What is it?" Macnair asked again.
"None of your business," Harry said now, voice steely.
"You heard him," Draco said, shrugging.
"Then I guess we wait and see," Macnair said, and with a flick of his wand, the door closed again.
Harry looked up at Draco, the fear plain in his eyes. "What do we do?" he asked, voice high.
Draco closed his eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath. He came and sat down beside Harry, wrapping his arms around him. "We don't know enough yet to have a way out," he said.
Harry's breathing was uneven and shallow. "What does he mean?" he whispered. "What does he mean he wants to know what it is?"
"I don't think they are certain that you are pregnant," Draco said, "but they suspect."
Harry let out a dry, choked sob at that, hugging Draco tightly.
"I think if it was up to Macnair, I would be dead and you would already be in front of the Dark Lord," Draco answered.
"I don't understand what's going on," Harry said. "Why didn't they take me to Voldemort? Why are we here? What does he mean he owes us?"
"He was Father's ... friend," Draco said.
Harry shivered at that. "What does your mother have to do with this?" he whispered, hugging Draco tighter.
"That's the part I don't understand," Draco said. "Mother knew about them, but they weren't exactly friendly."
"What will they do to our baby?" Harry whispered into Draco's ear, voicing what he was most afraid of now. "Draco, what will they do?"
"If it were only Mother, I wouldn't be worried," he said. "At least not about the baby."
"Why?" Harry asked, trying to keep himself from trembling.
"Because he will be family," Draco said.
"But so are you," Harry replied, moving his head back so that he could stare into Draco's face.
"Our son will be the Malfoy heir," Draco said, "which means that if I die, he inherits the Manor."
"So what," Harry said. "What does that have to do with hurting him or not?"
"If they want to control the Manor, the money and the magic," Draco said, "then they would need him."
Harry's heart began pounding again. "They can't have him," he said, a violent shiver going through him. "They can't."
"No, they can't," Draco said. "But it explains why they are so interested in him."
"Oh, Merlin," Harry whispered, not knowing what to do. "Merlin, what if I have him here? It could be any day now. That's what Pomfrey said the last time she came. Any day."
"She also said for you to try to remain calm," Draco said. "At your side, love."
Harry nodded and took a shaky, deep breath, hugging Draco again.
"I need you to do a Heating Charm to keep yourself and the baby warm," Draco said.
Harry nodded and closed his eyes, concentrating. He knew it had worked when he felt warm suddenly and he moved a hand over Draco, doing one for him as well. He didn't say so, but just that simple charm made him feel a little weak.
Draco frowned. "You weren't supposed to do one for me too," he whispered.
"I don't care," Harry whispered back, closing his eyes and pressing his face into Draco's neck.
"I do," Draco whispered. "I care a lot."
"I don't want to argue," Harry whispered, pressing his hands flat to Draco's back. "I already did it."
"Conserve your energy," Draco said. "Use it for yourself and Valen."
Harry sighed shakily and nodded, face still pressed into Draco's skin.
Draco stayed curled around his husband, waiting and hoping he could figure a way out of the situation.
Harry and Draco had eventually fallen asleep with no more interruptions from Macnair or anyone else. Several hours had passed at least and still they had been given no blankets, clothing or anything else to eat. Harry had had to renew the Heating Charm for himself, but had not given Draco one this time, instead pressing as closely to him as he could. They were pressed closely together still as they slept, Harry on his side with Draco behind him.