Your Guardian Angel

Your Guardian Angel
Chapter Three: The Joke Shop
Author: Ristvakbaen
Author Note: Originally I was going to wait a few days before I posted this chapter. I waited before posting this story entirely until I had five chapters done. However, I'm really proud of this so far so I decided to add in Chapter three now. Enjoy.


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Draco locked his bedroom door with his heart pounding away in his chest. He had been going to talk to his mother when he had overheard his father’s conversation. Draco leaned back against the door, suddenly feeling light headed.

He had just put Rayn and Iris on Voldemort’s hit-list. How could I have looked this over? I should have known… He thought, barely holding himself up against the door. He couldn’t possibly kill Rayn and her mother. He felt like he had to protect them. Absently he wondered if this was how Potter always felt. Obliged to protect and serve and all that crap he’d over-looked.

“What the hell am I going to do?” he asked the empty room, shaking his head listlessly. His stomach was in knots, so much that it hurt. He took a deep breath as he tried to steady himself. “This is not good.”

Not good was an understatement.

He had taken Iris’ faith and trust and threw it out the window. He had thrown poor Rayn’s trust right out there with it. “What kind of person does this make me?” he asked. He didn’t know the answer to that question and he didn’t want too. He moved away from the door optioning instead to heading towards the window. He silently pushed it open, lifting himself out the window.

There was no moonlight but he could see fine from the lights coming from the windows of the Manor. His mother’s garden plants swayed in the gentle breeze, rustling together. His mother took great pride in the Malfoy gardens. They went on for acres and acres. There was even a hedge-labyrinth in the far back of the gardens. Draco had bad memories with that labyrinth and stuck away from it whenever he could.

He sat down against the base of one of the trees, staring at his knees and thinking. He knew the basic objective of his father’s mission. He was to kill her and Iris for the Dark Lord. And he knew what he had to do. He had to protect them. So…that meant finding a way to keep Rayn and her mother safe while it looked like he killed them because he most certainly could not deny the Dark Lord. He wasn’t ready to risk his life, even for someone he did care about.

His father would most likely be there with him to make sure he killed them off. If not Lucius then the Dark Lord. Draco made a silent prayer to whoever would listen that it was his Father and not Voldemort. Tricking Voldemort would be one hundred times harder then tricking Lucius would be. He pulled his knees up closer to his chest, closing his eyes.

There were two things he could do now, he figured out. “It might even come down to both…” he muttered, looking up silently. “Tripsy!” he called out into the darkness. Tripsy never spoke to his father. She worked solely for Narcissa and himself. She came in the blink of an eye.

”Yes Master Malfoy?” the young house elf squeaked.

“I need you to tell my mother that I am going to London. Please make sure that my father does not hear of this.”

“Of course, Master Malfoy! Of course.”

He waited until she was gone before climbing back into his room. He didn’t have much time to make up a full proof plan. Time was ticking away and if he wanted to make this work he’d have to work fast. He grabbed a quick change of clothes from his closet, tossing them absently into his bag. He stared at his reflection in the mirror for a long moment.

White blonde hair that fell just below the length of his chin, he no longer wore it gelled back. Tall and slender but not lanky and rather muscular. He had his father’s build that was certain. Dark eyes that could turn to ice in an instant, Draco smirked then. “Draco Malfoy…you are a genius.”

Draco groaned in disgust as he stepped out of the Knight Bus, feeling rather sick to his stomach. As fast as the bus had gotten him to London and as greatly as he appreciated it and knew it was worth it, he was never, ever doing that again. After tossing Stan Shunpike a tip, he headed into the Leaky Cauldron. The bar had no visitors but that was too being expected at such a late hour. He sighed, looking around. He’d called ahead on the Knight Bus to reserve himself a room to stay in for the night and Tom had said that he would meet him out in the bar.

”Mr. Malfoy, good to see you.” Tom wheezed, coming out from behind him. Tom was holding a small, glittering silver key in the palm of his hand that was outstretched towards Draco. “And you.”

Tom dropped the key into his hand. “Can I get you something before you depart for your room?”

"No thank you. I’d just like to get to bed. It has been a long day.” A long day was an understatement. Tom understood and he nodded, his wheezing loud in the silence. “Of course, good night.” Draco took his leave, heading up the stairs to his bedroom.

He walked as quietly as he could as he didn’t want to disturb the other wizards and witches staying at the inn that night. He found his room with relative ease, tugging out the key from his pocket.

He slid the key into the lock, clicking it open. He turned on the light switch, grunting. It wasn’t the best room he could have asked for but Draco knew better then to complain. It was only for one night after-all. Tomorrow he’d wake up and be done with it. Draco rid himself of his clothing, climbing into the bed albeit reluctantly. He rolled onto his side, holding the old blankets close to his chest.

If his father found out his real plans, he would be on his own death wish. It was astounding for him. Only a few years ago, if even that, he wouldn’t have even bothered. He would of happily killed off a Muggle and her mother for the Dark Lord. It’s scary how much I have changed. Mother would be proud. At least he had that thought to comfort him. His mothers acceptance is all that he cared about now, Lucius be damned.

My plan is almost full-proof now. There is just one problem. Finding out where they live and getting their ahead of time. Yeah, that was going to be difficult. His father would expect him to go to the house with him, and getting there before Lucius might be the downfall of his entire plan. If I can convince Father to come after then I’d be set. If I can’t then I’ll have to find another way. There has to be one…

He stared into the darkness of the room until his eyelids began to get heavy and he started to doze off. The last thing he seen before he dozed off to sleep was the fleeting image of Harry Potter and he dully acknowledged in the back of his mind that maybe Potter did deserve some slack after-all, if this was the sort of thing he had to deal with every day.


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“I don’t think this is such a good idea, boys. I’m sure you can take another day off. You do own it.”

“We do but we need to go in. We took off all of last week because you asked us not to go in. The place is probably a mess and it’s a significant drop in business, Mum. A few days won’t harm us.”

Harry walked into the kitchen, yawning sleepily. “Ugh…what time is it?” he asked, hardly hearing the conversation going on around him. He was unsure how he managed to get dressed so tiredly. Molly looked at him for a moment, smiling briefly. “Harry! Good morning.” The twins chirped in unison.

“Hello Harry dear.” Molly said. “Breakfast is almost done.”

“Do you want to come with us to Diagon Alley?” Fred asked excitedly. “We’re going down to the shop and we’ve got loads of new stuff that we could show you.”

“Yeah! Of course the discount for you is still in effect.” George winked.

Harry nodded. He hadn’t been down to the twin’s shop in awhile and it sounded like a good idea. “Yeah, I’d love too.”

“Smashing!”

“Brilliant!”

“We’ll have him home by lunchtime.”

“Fred! George. I said-“

“No.” One said.

“It’s too dangerous.” The other.

“Take another day off,”

“It won’t hurt you.” They recited.

“Sorry mum. We’ve got a job. We need to work.” George muttered.

“We would if we could but we can’t. It’ll be a few hours. We’ll be home in no time.”

Molly looked like she was going to cry and throw a fit. However, she slowly gave in. “Fine! Just go!”

“Thanks mum. We love you.” George grinned. He did feel sorry for his Mum. There was no denying that. Molly simply worried far too much for her own good. Then again, she was a mother of seven during the time of a war and he supposed that it was expected of her. He kissed her cheek in assurance, offering her a small smile.

“We do. We’ll see you soon. Come on, Harry. We’ll apparate there.” Fred took his arm in his, looking at Harry for a moment. “Are you ready, mate?” When he nodded, Fred grinned and apparated them out of the house. Normally they wouldn’t have been able to apparate out of the house but Mad-Eye Moody had set up a link directly from Grimmauld Place to their shop so that they didn’t have to risk going outside.


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“It hasn’t changed much but we added a lot more stuff.” Fred explained, turning on the flashing lights in the front window and unlocking the door to their shop.

“Yup. So have a look around. Anything you want is yours!” Harry smiled, thanking them as he headed down one of the rows of shelves to take a look at their products. Fred and George had been right when they had said they had added a few new items. New boxes were everywhere, some already half-empty. He let his gaze wander over the names, occasionally stopping to pick something up to read the information about it.

“This is pretty amazing!”

“Thanks. Check out the new defense things. In the back, just like last time.”

Harry headed into the back of the shop, grinning. He pushed aside the small curtain, walking into the dark room that lay behind it. There was the sound of a bell as he walked back but he hadn’t had the chance to see who had come in.


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Fred smiled at the ringing bell, turning to greet their potential customer. “Good morning! May I – Malfoy?!”

Draco Malfoy stood in front of their door, looking around slowly, nervously even. “Yeah…Fred, right?” He asked, letting his gaze settle on the ginger haired twin.

What surprised him even more then the act that Draco knew him from George was the fact that he was actually being civil. “You got it in one. Can I help you with anything?”

Draco nodded. “Shield charms. An amulet, clothing, anything that protects the wearer from basic spells.” He said striding towards them.

”Oh we’ve got loads of shield and defense items in the back. Right through that door.” He said, sounding surprised as he pointed to the curtained room. Draco nodded, walking to the back.

“Uh Fred?”

“Yeah?”

“You just sent Malfoy into the back room.”

“I know.”

“Draco Malfoy.”

“Duh. Draco isn’t a very common name.” Fred rolled his eyes, looking to him.

“Yes. But he’s in the back room.”

“I know that. I sent him back there.”

“With Harry Potter.” George dead-panned, staring in disbelief at his identical twin.

“Oh fuck!”

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Harry was completely unaware of Fred and George as he looked through the assortment of new items the twins had in stock in the back room. He heard footsteps and quickly turned to look around, thinking that it might be one of the twins. “…Malfoy!” Of all the people to run into in the back of the joke shop it had to be Malfoy.

Malfoy looked stressed and tired. Like he hadn’t had a good night sleep the day before. Harry couldn’t imagine how that was possible if the rumors of the house the other boy lived in were true. He couldn’t even imagine how big his bed, let alone his room, really was. It stuck him as odd that he was standing there contemplating how big Malfoy’s bed and room were. He shook his head, standing upright.

Draco stopped, staring at him. “Potter.” He greeted dully. Figures he’d run into the saint here. He sighed. “Do you know where the shield section is?”

That had not been the answer he had been expecting. A verbal explosion and a hex would have been a lot closer to his expectation. Instead Malfoy wanted to know about shield items? “Uh…yeah, they’re right here actually.”

Draco nodded, striding towards him. “Great.” Harry watched from his spot as Draco sorted through the different boxes and things on the shelf uneasily. Draco’s fingers were trembling, he noticed absently. “Malfoy?” He frowned. “Do you need any help?”

“I don’t need your help. I’m perfectly capable by myself.” Ouch, that stung. “I never said you weren’t. I just asked if you wanted my help.”

Draco ignored Harry, looking at a pair of squeaking glasses he’d just pulled off the shelf. He raised a brow, deciding not to comment on the pair and sat them down. Harry frowned, the nagging voice in his head telling him to try and start conversation again. “So…”

Draco twirled around. “If you really feel the need to use you’re damn hero complex on me then fine. Get me a couple of shielding items. Two of all of them!” He snapped, narrowing his eyes.

Harry nodded, quickly walking down the aisle. He felt Draco watching him. “How many do you need?”

“All of the sensible things.”

“Okay. Over here then.” Draco joined him a few seconds later. “Amulets, charms, blankets, all you need.” He said. Draco nodded, taking some of the items off the shelf. “What do you need these for?” He asked, taking some of the load off the blond boy in front of him.

”It’s none of your business, Potter and I can carry these by myself.”

“I know.”

“…Arse.” Draco muttered before turning around and heading for the front desk. Harry grinned, following behind him.

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“Reckon they’ve killed each other?”

“Nah…I haven’t heard anything.”

At that moment, they appeared from behind the curtain. Fred gaped and George stared. Harry was helping Malfoy carry his things? What did they miss? “Close your mouth, Weasley. You’re salivating.” He and Harry dropped his purchases onto the front counter. “All of this. Please.”

"Yes, yes. Of course.”

“I’m going back to have a look around.” He paused. “See you in school, Malfoy.”

Draco nodded. He watched Harry walk away stealthily but George caught it anyway. He smirked. “Here. Let me check you out.”

Five minutes later, Draco had a bag full of his purchases. “Thanks for shopping.” George said to his back. Draco stopped with the door held open. “No…thank you.” And with that he was gone.

George exchanged a look with his twin. “Well…”

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Draco checked out of the Leaky Cauldron at noon later that day. He floo’d home this time, not wanting to bother with the Knight Bus once again.

Lucius was waiting for him when he stepped out of the Fire place. “Where have you been, Draco?” His voice was deathly soft and on any other occasion it would have frightened Draco a great amount. However, he had the perfect excuse for this and as long as Lucius didn’t ask to see them then he was fine.

”Diagon Alley.” He touched the shrunken bag in his pocket. “Looking for something’s that I need for the school year.”

”Ah.”

”I’m going to sleep, if you don’t mind Father.”

Lucius nodded absently. “I know you overheard your mother and I, son.” Draco froze. “Are you ready for your mission?”

”Yes, father.”

”Are you prepared?” That was a stupid question. Draco had learned at an early age that he had to be prepared for everything and anything. Lucius had taught him a lot early on in life and even though Draco didn’t exactly favor his father anymore, he would be forever grateful for the lessons Lucius taught him.

"I am, father.”

”Good. You may go. Tell your mother that I will return within the hour.” Lucius didn’t say goodbye, he stepped into the fireplace, said something that Draco couldn’t catch and then he was gone.

Draco sighed, pulling the bag out of his pocket. It immediately grew to its large size. He took them up the stairs to his bedroom, locking the door behind him. He didn’t have the time to be bothered with anything right now. On his bed, a book laid opened a note scribbled on the top of the well-worn page.

I find that this book might help you with your mission. Read this wisely, Draco. I believe in you. I know you will make the right decision. I love you.

Draco read the note, and then read the page the note was inscribed on. Slowly, he began to smile. “I really do have a chance now.” He whispered