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Betrayal
Chapter Number/Total: 30/49
Chapter Title: Betrayal
Words: 2345 Words
Harry was wrapping up Sirius's journal in some simple coloured paper, nothing fancy. Lupin wasn't really much of a fancy man. Calm, down to earth, studious. Harry grinned, thinking how opposite Lupin and Sirius were, just like himself and Draco in different ways. They had probably been very in love.
Harry's heart gave a sort of painful beat at that. He looked over at Draco, who was sitting on the couch with him in the sitting room of their suite. He smiled softly at him and finished with the wrapping. "Done," he said, holding the book up.
He and Draco were visiting Grimmauld today. Mostly so that Harry could check up on things, but also to finally give Lupin Sirius's journal.
Draco watched Harry wrap the present. He smiled at him.
"You ready to go?" Harry asked, leaning over and kissing Draco lightly.
Draco smirked, flushing a bit. "Always," he said.
Harry shook his head, grinning again. "I meant to Grimmauld Place," he said with a small laugh.
"Wherever you go, my love," Draco said with a laugh.
Harry snorted and got to his feet. He grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him up too, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him properly this time.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into the kiss, licking at Harry's lips and pressing himself to his husband.
Harry smirked and pulled back so that his lips were a mere inch from Draco's. "We should probably leave, or we're never going to," he whispered.
The blond smirked but nodded, reaching a hand around to pat his lover's arse.
Harry snorted again and pecked Draco's lips before pulling him closer to Apparate them. They were gone with a crack like a gunshot and then standing in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.
Remus had been expecting them and was waiting. "Nice to see you two again so soon," he said.
Harry smiled and let Draco go. "It is," he said, shaking Lupin's hand.
Lupin also took Draco's hand. "Didn't expect to see you two out so soon after your wedding. Can I get you some tea?"
"Well, the world doesn't stop for a wedding, and sure, tea sounds good," Harry said, moving over with his package to the table.
Draco smiled. "Yes, thank you." He took a seat next to Harry.
Remus set the tea on the table and joined them.
"How've you been the past week then?" Harry asked Lupin, adding sugar to his tea.
"Well," the man said, "preparing to go back undercover again. Fenrir's pack seems to be attacking more boldly than ever."
Harry made a face. "Yes, I read about the child killed near Bristol," he said, sounding sickened.
Draco sat quietly, sipping his tea. He reached his hand under the table and patted Harry's thigh.
Harry sighed and was silent for a few seconds, just moving his cup around in his hands. "Well, I brought you something," he said, pushing the package forward, thinking that now was as good a time as any.
"What is it, Harry?" Remus asked, picking up the package.
"Just something I found while I was staying here. I thought you would want it." Harry offered Lupin a small smile.
"Harry, tell him," Draco said. "He might prefer to open it privately."
Harry gave a small shrug. "It's, um, a journal Sirius kept. It's all from when you lot were in Hogwarts." He didn't say any more, thinking that Lupin might not want to know that he had read anything sexual between him and Sirius.
Remus' eyes opened wide and he looked down at the package, fingering it gently for a moment. "A journal written by Sirius?" he asked, sounding unable to believe it.
Harry nodded. "I'm not going to lie and say I didn't read any of it. I did. It's his. A bit bare in the front, a lot of complaining," he grinned, "but it's his."
Remus' eyes seemed faraway for a moment. "He wrote a journal," he said softly, looking down at it. "He never told me."
Draco nodded. "You ... seemed the right person to have it," he added.
Harry smiled gently at Lupin and nodded in agreement with Draco.
Remus seemed choked up and unable to find words for a minute. "Thank you," he said, still holding the journal.
"You're welcome," Harry said quietly, placing a hand over the one Draco still had on his thigh.
Draco sipped his tea and watched Remus. He wanted to say something. To tell him how sorry he was that this had happened to Sirius -- and to him. But he didn't have the words.
Harry sat quietly for a few moments, wondering if he should say anything more. "I - I know how important Sirius was to you," he said quietly. "I never really talked to you about it."
Remus looked startled for a moment and then considered the two young men, smiling sadly. "Well, we were young," he said.
Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out. He didn't know what to say. He smiled sadly as well.
Draco looked at him. "He defied his family for you," the blond said. "It was more than youth. He loved you."
Remus looked up at them, nodding. "I wish I had been as true as him," he said sadly.
"By the bit I read in that journal," Harry said quietly, still smiling. "I would say Sirius was pretty mad about you. You couldn't have done that bad a job."
"You couldn't have known," Draco said. "They told you he killed them. There was the evidence."
Harry was confused for a moment about what Draco was talking about, but then he understood. He looked down at the table, staring at his tea.
"I should have known better," Remus said. "All those years, I believed he did it."
"Don't blame yourself, Remus," Harry said quietly. "Everyone thought he did it. I thought he did it." He paused. "He thought you had been the one passing information to Voldemort at first. Those times were ... bad."
Remus looked hard at Harry. "Would you believe it of Draco?" he asked quietly.
"I did," Harry said. "Up on the tower, before he stood in front of the Death Eater's wands, I thought he had tricked me. I thought that he had been playing me the entire time. I was prepared to hurt him." His hand pressed down on Draco's. "Anyone can make a mistake when evidence like what was against Sirius is present."
Draco looked at Harry, face unreadable. "Would you have fought me if I had killed him?" Draco asked Harry.
Harry closed his eyes. He knew that he would have. "I - yes," he said quietly. "Before you said what you said about me killing you myself if you did it, yes, I would have fought you."
"Good," Draco said, "because that's what you should do if someone betrays you."
Harry looked up at Draco and simply stared at him. "I don't think I have to worry about that between us," he said.
"No," Remus said, "I don't think you do. And I think you have both made your point. Thanks. I appreciate this." He patted the book.
Harry finally looked away from Draco and gave Lupin a small smile. "Inevitably," he said after a few seconds, "we should also talk about what's going on with Voldemort. There were the attacks on random Muggles outside London three weeks ago, and the attack on Hogsmeade before that - the one we were present for. Any relations between them? Heard anything from Tonks or Kingsley?"
"The attack in Hogsmeade isn't related to the Muggle attack," Draco said, "and it wasn't random."
Harry looked at Draco with raised eyebrows. "How do you know?" he asked.
Remus looked interested as well, sitting forward. "Yes," he said. "What happened that night?"
"Well, they weren't in the town when we arrived," Draco said. "They arrived and set up while we were sitting inside."
"How would they know we were going to be there?" Harry asked. "We didn't tell anyone except Ginny, Neville and Luna."
"No, they didn't," Draco said. "We were betrayed. Or at least, I was."
Harry's eyes widened. "What?" he asked.
"There were some of my ... old friends ... there that night," he said quietly. "They left and then the Death Eaters showed up."
Harry glared, suddenly looking very angry, but he didn't say anything. What good would screaming do him?
Remus nodded. "So you think one of them sent a message," he said.
"Yes," Draco said quietly, pulling his hand away from Harry when the other man's magic flared, sending an uncomfortable shock up his arm.
Harry let out a angry growl. "We could've - you could've died!" he said. "What fucking terrific friends!"
Draco frowned at Harry. "Why are you yelling at me?" he snapped. "I didn't send the bloody message."
Harry sighed exasperatedly and put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to shout."
"So," Remus said, "this means you need to remember that you are targets. That they will be looking for you."
Harry snorted humorlessly but nodded.
"Yes," Draco said quietly.
Harry looked up from his hands, trying to push his anger away. "Bloody hell," he said. "It's impossible to trust anyone. Well, I trust some, but anyone could fucking turn on you at any moment. It was worse the first time around, wasn't it?" Harry asked Lupin. "Or at least it's not as bad yet," he added bitterly.
"I didn't trust them, not really," Draco said. "But ... I didn't realise they would do that either."
Harry sighed and nodded to Draco.
Remus stared at them both for a second. "No, it's not as bad yet as it was during the first war," he said in answer to Harry's question. "Things will get worse. You won't be able to trust the fly on the wall. That's how it was then."
Draco was quiet, listening to Remus.
"The Ministry was filled with spies. The person next to you could've been a spy, and while that is still true now, it is nothing to what it was then. Lily and James had to actually leave work in fear of being spied on by Death Eaters, or even the many people controlled by the Imperius Curse," Remus continued.
Harry sat straighter suddenly. "They had to leave work?" he asked.
Lupin nodded. "It was that bad."
Harry frowned. "No one's ever told me what they did," he said.
"Ah," said Remus. "They were Unspeakables."
Harry raised both eyebrows. "They were?" he asked.
Remus nodded. "Almost straight out of Hogwarts," he said.
Harry was silent for a moment. "They worked in the Department of Mysteries then."
Remus nodded again. "Yes, that's where they worked. Not exactly sure what they did there, but then, no one really knows what goes on with all that."
Draco listened intently, watching Harry. He didn't know a lot about Harry's parents. He was curious.
"I've been in there ... as you know." Harry was quiet again. That had been the night Sirius had died.
Remus nodded sadly. "Yes, I know," he said. "As have I, but it's still difficult to make heads or tails of the rooms or the different things studied there - even after seeing some of it. James and Lily's work was top secret. They never told anyone what it was they did." He sipped his tea thoughtfully. "I would imagine it involved a lot of research. They had a whole big locked room in their house devoted to their work before they had to go into hiding."
Draco's eyes widened, cocking his head.
"Could it have had anything to do with the Order?" Harry asked.
Remus looked thoughtful again. "Well, not saying that some of the things they studied might not have been helpful to the Order, but that was their job. They didn't start there for the Order. Anything they did there was on assignment, but I'm sure some of the things that had helped us that first time around might have come from research of Lily and James's."
Harry sat listening.
"Your mother was amazing at inventing spells. Handy ones. One for mending cuts with what sounded like a song almost, one for mending minor breaks, a nearly unbreakable Shield Charm - or at least, none of us could break though it. She even had a spell that projected calm. It was like she could take potions and somehow make spells that did the same thing as them quicker. Only thing is, most of them were nonverbal and no one else could ever do them."
Harry's eyes were wide. Why did it seem like some of this was ringing some sort of bell in his head?
"Harry's getting really good with nonverbal spells." Draco smirked.
Harry looked at Draco and smirked too, putting the curious thoughts inside his mind away for a bit. "I'm all right," he said.
Draco looked back at Remus now. "I don't really know much about what happened, other than what everyone knows," he said.
Lupin nodded. "No one really knows a lot about that night. Voldemort went there to kill you, Harry, because of that prophecy. That much is certain."
Harry sighed and then slowly turned eyes on Draco. He'd never told him that it had been Snape who had given Voldemort the information about the prophecy.
"I know the prophecy is what Father was sent to get by the Dark Lord, and one of the reasons I was punished," Draco said quietly.
Harry gritted his teeth.
Remus regarded Harry's expression calmly, but didn't comment on it. "Yes," he said to Draco. "I imagine Voldemort was not happy with the Ministry mess."
"No, they took me to see him right after," he said in a near whisper.
Remus frowned. "He's cruel. He shows no mercy towards anyone."
Harry was glaring now again. "We will win this war," he said, voice hard.
Remus gave him what might have been a smile, but it was hard to tell.
Chapter Title: Betrayal
Words: 2345 Words
Harry was wrapping up Sirius's journal in some simple coloured paper, nothing fancy. Lupin wasn't really much of a fancy man. Calm, down to earth, studious. Harry grinned, thinking how opposite Lupin and Sirius were, just like himself and Draco in different ways. They had probably been very in love.
Harry's heart gave a sort of painful beat at that. He looked over at Draco, who was sitting on the couch with him in the sitting room of their suite. He smiled softly at him and finished with the wrapping. "Done," he said, holding the book up.
He and Draco were visiting Grimmauld today. Mostly so that Harry could check up on things, but also to finally give Lupin Sirius's journal.
Draco watched Harry wrap the present. He smiled at him.
"You ready to go?" Harry asked, leaning over and kissing Draco lightly.
Draco smirked, flushing a bit. "Always," he said.
Harry shook his head, grinning again. "I meant to Grimmauld Place," he said with a small laugh.
"Wherever you go, my love," Draco said with a laugh.
Harry snorted and got to his feet. He grabbed Draco's hand and pulled him up too, wrapping an arm around his waist and kissing him properly this time.
"Mmm," Draco hummed into the kiss, licking at Harry's lips and pressing himself to his husband.
Harry smirked and pulled back so that his lips were a mere inch from Draco's. "We should probably leave, or we're never going to," he whispered.
The blond smirked but nodded, reaching a hand around to pat his lover's arse.
Harry snorted again and pecked Draco's lips before pulling him closer to Apparate them. They were gone with a crack like a gunshot and then standing in the kitchen at Grimmauld Place.
Remus had been expecting them and was waiting. "Nice to see you two again so soon," he said.
Harry smiled and let Draco go. "It is," he said, shaking Lupin's hand.
Lupin also took Draco's hand. "Didn't expect to see you two out so soon after your wedding. Can I get you some tea?"
"Well, the world doesn't stop for a wedding, and sure, tea sounds good," Harry said, moving over with his package to the table.
Draco smiled. "Yes, thank you." He took a seat next to Harry.
Remus set the tea on the table and joined them.
"How've you been the past week then?" Harry asked Lupin, adding sugar to his tea.
"Well," the man said, "preparing to go back undercover again. Fenrir's pack seems to be attacking more boldly than ever."
Harry made a face. "Yes, I read about the child killed near Bristol," he said, sounding sickened.
Draco sat quietly, sipping his tea. He reached his hand under the table and patted Harry's thigh.
Harry sighed and was silent for a few seconds, just moving his cup around in his hands. "Well, I brought you something," he said, pushing the package forward, thinking that now was as good a time as any.
"What is it, Harry?" Remus asked, picking up the package.
"Just something I found while I was staying here. I thought you would want it." Harry offered Lupin a small smile.
"Harry, tell him," Draco said. "He might prefer to open it privately."
Harry gave a small shrug. "It's, um, a journal Sirius kept. It's all from when you lot were in Hogwarts." He didn't say any more, thinking that Lupin might not want to know that he had read anything sexual between him and Sirius.
Remus' eyes opened wide and he looked down at the package, fingering it gently for a moment. "A journal written by Sirius?" he asked, sounding unable to believe it.
Harry nodded. "I'm not going to lie and say I didn't read any of it. I did. It's his. A bit bare in the front, a lot of complaining," he grinned, "but it's his."
Remus' eyes seemed faraway for a moment. "He wrote a journal," he said softly, looking down at it. "He never told me."
Draco nodded. "You ... seemed the right person to have it," he added.
Harry smiled gently at Lupin and nodded in agreement with Draco.
Remus seemed choked up and unable to find words for a minute. "Thank you," he said, still holding the journal.
"You're welcome," Harry said quietly, placing a hand over the one Draco still had on his thigh.
Draco sipped his tea and watched Remus. He wanted to say something. To tell him how sorry he was that this had happened to Sirius -- and to him. But he didn't have the words.
Harry sat quietly for a few moments, wondering if he should say anything more. "I - I know how important Sirius was to you," he said quietly. "I never really talked to you about it."
Remus looked startled for a moment and then considered the two young men, smiling sadly. "Well, we were young," he said.
Harry opened his mouth, but no words came out. He didn't know what to say. He smiled sadly as well.
Draco looked at him. "He defied his family for you," the blond said. "It was more than youth. He loved you."
Remus looked up at them, nodding. "I wish I had been as true as him," he said sadly.
"By the bit I read in that journal," Harry said quietly, still smiling. "I would say Sirius was pretty mad about you. You couldn't have done that bad a job."
"You couldn't have known," Draco said. "They told you he killed them. There was the evidence."
Harry was confused for a moment about what Draco was talking about, but then he understood. He looked down at the table, staring at his tea.
"I should have known better," Remus said. "All those years, I believed he did it."
"Don't blame yourself, Remus," Harry said quietly. "Everyone thought he did it. I thought he did it." He paused. "He thought you had been the one passing information to Voldemort at first. Those times were ... bad."
Remus looked hard at Harry. "Would you believe it of Draco?" he asked quietly.
"I did," Harry said. "Up on the tower, before he stood in front of the Death Eater's wands, I thought he had tricked me. I thought that he had been playing me the entire time. I was prepared to hurt him." His hand pressed down on Draco's. "Anyone can make a mistake when evidence like what was against Sirius is present."
Draco looked at Harry, face unreadable. "Would you have fought me if I had killed him?" Draco asked Harry.
Harry closed his eyes. He knew that he would have. "I - yes," he said quietly. "Before you said what you said about me killing you myself if you did it, yes, I would have fought you."
"Good," Draco said, "because that's what you should do if someone betrays you."
Harry looked up at Draco and simply stared at him. "I don't think I have to worry about that between us," he said.
"No," Remus said, "I don't think you do. And I think you have both made your point. Thanks. I appreciate this." He patted the book.
Harry finally looked away from Draco and gave Lupin a small smile. "Inevitably," he said after a few seconds, "we should also talk about what's going on with Voldemort. There were the attacks on random Muggles outside London three weeks ago, and the attack on Hogsmeade before that - the one we were present for. Any relations between them? Heard anything from Tonks or Kingsley?"
"The attack in Hogsmeade isn't related to the Muggle attack," Draco said, "and it wasn't random."
Harry looked at Draco with raised eyebrows. "How do you know?" he asked.
Remus looked interested as well, sitting forward. "Yes," he said. "What happened that night?"
"Well, they weren't in the town when we arrived," Draco said. "They arrived and set up while we were sitting inside."
"How would they know we were going to be there?" Harry asked. "We didn't tell anyone except Ginny, Neville and Luna."
"No, they didn't," Draco said. "We were betrayed. Or at least, I was."
Harry's eyes widened. "What?" he asked.
"There were some of my ... old friends ... there that night," he said quietly. "They left and then the Death Eaters showed up."
Harry glared, suddenly looking very angry, but he didn't say anything. What good would screaming do him?
Remus nodded. "So you think one of them sent a message," he said.
"Yes," Draco said quietly, pulling his hand away from Harry when the other man's magic flared, sending an uncomfortable shock up his arm.
Harry let out a angry growl. "We could've - you could've died!" he said. "What fucking terrific friends!"
Draco frowned at Harry. "Why are you yelling at me?" he snapped. "I didn't send the bloody message."
Harry sighed exasperatedly and put his head in his hands. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "I didn't mean to shout."
"So," Remus said, "this means you need to remember that you are targets. That they will be looking for you."
Harry snorted humorlessly but nodded.
"Yes," Draco said quietly.
Harry looked up from his hands, trying to push his anger away. "Bloody hell," he said. "It's impossible to trust anyone. Well, I trust some, but anyone could fucking turn on you at any moment. It was worse the first time around, wasn't it?" Harry asked Lupin. "Or at least it's not as bad yet," he added bitterly.
"I didn't trust them, not really," Draco said. "But ... I didn't realise they would do that either."
Harry sighed and nodded to Draco.
Remus stared at them both for a second. "No, it's not as bad yet as it was during the first war," he said in answer to Harry's question. "Things will get worse. You won't be able to trust the fly on the wall. That's how it was then."
Draco was quiet, listening to Remus.
"The Ministry was filled with spies. The person next to you could've been a spy, and while that is still true now, it is nothing to what it was then. Lily and James had to actually leave work in fear of being spied on by Death Eaters, or even the many people controlled by the Imperius Curse," Remus continued.
Harry sat straighter suddenly. "They had to leave work?" he asked.
Lupin nodded. "It was that bad."
Harry frowned. "No one's ever told me what they did," he said.
"Ah," said Remus. "They were Unspeakables."
Harry raised both eyebrows. "They were?" he asked.
Remus nodded. "Almost straight out of Hogwarts," he said.
Harry was silent for a moment. "They worked in the Department of Mysteries then."
Remus nodded again. "Yes, that's where they worked. Not exactly sure what they did there, but then, no one really knows what goes on with all that."
Draco listened intently, watching Harry. He didn't know a lot about Harry's parents. He was curious.
"I've been in there ... as you know." Harry was quiet again. That had been the night Sirius had died.
Remus nodded sadly. "Yes, I know," he said. "As have I, but it's still difficult to make heads or tails of the rooms or the different things studied there - even after seeing some of it. James and Lily's work was top secret. They never told anyone what it was they did." He sipped his tea thoughtfully. "I would imagine it involved a lot of research. They had a whole big locked room in their house devoted to their work before they had to go into hiding."
Draco's eyes widened, cocking his head.
"Could it have had anything to do with the Order?" Harry asked.
Remus looked thoughtful again. "Well, not saying that some of the things they studied might not have been helpful to the Order, but that was their job. They didn't start there for the Order. Anything they did there was on assignment, but I'm sure some of the things that had helped us that first time around might have come from research of Lily and James's."
Harry sat listening.
"Your mother was amazing at inventing spells. Handy ones. One for mending cuts with what sounded like a song almost, one for mending minor breaks, a nearly unbreakable Shield Charm - or at least, none of us could break though it. She even had a spell that projected calm. It was like she could take potions and somehow make spells that did the same thing as them quicker. Only thing is, most of them were nonverbal and no one else could ever do them."
Harry's eyes were wide. Why did it seem like some of this was ringing some sort of bell in his head?
"Harry's getting really good with nonverbal spells." Draco smirked.
Harry looked at Draco and smirked too, putting the curious thoughts inside his mind away for a bit. "I'm all right," he said.
Draco looked back at Remus now. "I don't really know much about what happened, other than what everyone knows," he said.
Lupin nodded. "No one really knows a lot about that night. Voldemort went there to kill you, Harry, because of that prophecy. That much is certain."
Harry sighed and then slowly turned eyes on Draco. He'd never told him that it had been Snape who had given Voldemort the information about the prophecy.
"I know the prophecy is what Father was sent to get by the Dark Lord, and one of the reasons I was punished," Draco said quietly.
Harry gritted his teeth.
Remus regarded Harry's expression calmly, but didn't comment on it. "Yes," he said to Draco. "I imagine Voldemort was not happy with the Ministry mess."
"No, they took me to see him right after," he said in a near whisper.
Remus frowned. "He's cruel. He shows no mercy towards anyone."
Harry was glaring now again. "We will win this war," he said, voice hard.
Remus gave him what might have been a smile, but it was hard to tell.