Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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The Right Thing
Chapter Number/Total: 41/49
Chapter Title: The Right Thing
Words: 2334 Words
Draco put his arm around Harry and then sat down on the sofa with him, just as Babb showed up with a large tea tray with biscuits and sandwiches.
Harry sighed and sat pressing himself to Draco, arm resting across Draco's stomach. "We're all okay," he said, talking to himself as much as the others.
Hermione nodded.
Ron seemed to finally come out of whatever daze he'd been in since they'd gotten away and looked at Harry. "Yeah," he said. "We are."
Draco shifted so he could put his hand on Harry's belly.
They sat in silence for a few more moments and Harry discovered that he wasn't really angry anymore, or at least couldn't be right then. "I - I'm not really mad anymore - but ... I don't like that you two took it upon yourselves to take me out of a fight," he said quietly, talking to Ron and Draco.
Ron looked away from Harry, but he didn't look ashamed.
"Ron did the right thing," Draco said. "And you know it."
Harry let out a quiet huff. He looked up at Ron. "You were brilliant in there," he told him, choosing to ignore Draco's comment. "I'd be dead right now if it weren't for you."
"With you, whatever it takes," said Ron, a hint of pride in his voice.
Draco raised an eyebrow, unsure of what they were referring to. "We would all be dead now if Ron hadn't gotten you out back at Miller's Crossing," Draco continued.
Harry took a deep breath, knowing that Draco probably wouldn't take this well. "Bellatrix Lestrange almost killed me," he said. "Ron got her instead, right before she was able to speak the curse."
Draco leaned forward, pouring tea for all of them while he thought about that. "You shouldn't have come after me," he said quietly.
"How could I not, Draco?" Harry asked. "You would've died if I hadn't done something."
"And you could have died," Draco said, shifting so he partially faced Harry. "I would be dead then as well."
Harry didn't know how many times they would have this same conversation. Neither of them would ever change their thinking. He didn't say that he would rather be dead than without Draco, because he knew that was selfish and he knew Draco wouldn't like it, but he did think it. "I know," he said.
Draco leaned forward putting his face into his hands and sighing. He felt tired and sore and sick at heart.
Harry sighed too, staring at Draco. "I'd like to know what bloody happened," Harry said to him quietly a moment later. "How the hell did any of this happen?"
"We were set up," Draco said, still leaning forward. "Aunt Bella and my uncles set a trap for us."
"How the bloody hell would they have done that?" Harry asked. "They couldn't have known where we were going to be. The only people who knew were Aberforth ... and Snape."
"Snape wasn't the person who told us about Miller's Crossing," Draco said. "Bella did."
Harry frowned at Draco confusedly. "What?" he asked. "How is that even possible?"
Draco leaned back and closed his eyes. "Do you remember what happened when we went to see Snape last time, Harry?"
Harry was still staring at Draco confusedly. "He ... you said he was injured, right?"
"I said he had taken a powerful Regeneration Potion," Draco said. "And he wouldn't tell me why. Bellatrix had used Polyjuice, but then took the Regeneration Potion to mask it. It confused my ability to read the magic. My Aunt knows ... knew about my talent."
Harry's eyes widened. "But then - where's Snape?" he asked.
"Did you get him out too?" Draco asked, frowning. "They had him tied up."
Harry shook his head. "No, we only saw you. Lupin picked you up and then we left, right then and there. You were bleeding too badly to stick around. "Tonks stayed ...." But then Harry's eyes widened further. "Shit!" he cursed. "They'll take him in!"
Draco got up quickly and winced. "Leakey!" he said into the room.
Harry watched as the house-elf appeared. Ron and Hermione were watching with wide eyes also.
Draco went to a nearby writing table and pulled out parchment and quill. He began writing quickly. "I am sending an owl to Shacklebolt," he said.
"Holy hell, will it reach in time?!" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Draco said. "How long has it been since you took me out of there?"
"About an hour," said Hermione quickly.
Draco finished the note, using the Malfoy seal to stamp the wax. Then he handed it to Leakey. "Take this immediately. Give it only to Auror Shacklebolt."
Harry watched as the elf took the letter from Draco and disappeared immediately.
"If they take him in," he said, sounding nervous, "we're all fucked."
"Snape won't tell them anything," Draco said, starting to write another letter.
Harry sighed heavily and flopped back against the couch. "What a fucking mess," he muttered, sitting there limply, but then he shot up straight again. "The Horcruxes!" he shouted. "Oh, God! The Horcruxes! Bellatrix knew about them! If Voldemort finds out-" He jumped to his feet, heart beating madly.
Draco scowled, finishing a second letter and then calling for Benedict. He gave the elf the letter. "Take this to Auror Tonks, and only her."
"Draco! The Horcuxes!" Harry cried again.
"Bloody hell," said Ron, the colour draining from his face.
Hermione had a hand pressed over her mouth.
Draco frowned. "Yes, she knew about them. But I don't think that she told anyone else about them."
"Not even the ones she was with?" Harry asked quickly. "Her husband?"
"She may have told them, but they wouldn't share that information with the Ministry," he said, walking back over to sit down wearily on the sofa.
"Yeah, well they'd fucking tell Voldemort!" Harry cried. "He can't know!"
"Sit down," Draco snapped. "Drink your tea and eat something."
"Are you out of your mind, Draco?!" Harry asked. "This is it! He knows, I lose! We're all fucking dead!"
Draco's head hurt. "Didn't you say they were caught?"
"They were! But that doesn't matter!" Harry said. "What if they say something about it in Azkaban? They could say anything about it - one single thing and that's it - we're done!"
"Stop shouting, Harry!" Draco growled and closed his eyes. "Sit down and eat something!"
Harry gripped a hand in his own hair. "Do you not understand?" he asked, managing to keep his voice down, but only just.
"I was tied to a fucking table and Crucio'd for hours," Draco snapped, "but I have not lost my mind! I do know that you had better feed yourself and our child before we do anything else."
Harry frowned at him a little angrily and huffed. He sat down on his couch next to Draco a little harder than was necessary and grabbed a biscuit. He could hardly believe he was sitting there eating when the entire fate of the world was very possibly at stake.
"I can feel that you haven't eaten, Harry," Draco sighed, "probably since the train yesterday."
Harry didn't answer him. His mouth was full anyway.
"Erm, what exactly are we going to do?" asked Ron, his face clearly saying that he'd never seen an odder argument.
"First, I have sent letters to both Tonks and Shacklebolt to contact us immediately," he said. "Second, Harry is the only one pregnant but I would guess that neither of you have eaten either. So eat while we wait."
Harry glanced at Draco a little guiltily. He hadn't known that he'd sent letters for immediate contact. He should've known that Draco was the furthest thing from an idiot in the world - he did know that. He felt bad for shouting at him now.
"So, while we wait on our fellow Order members to get in touch with us," Draco said, "we eat and we figure out what happened."
Harry nodded, still chewing. He moved a little closer to Draco again.
"Well, we only know up to when Bellatrix took you from Miller's Crossing," said Hermione. "That and what happened after we got to Spinner's End."
"My aunt's plan was to capture you. Somehow she figured out that Severus was working with us," Draco said.
"They must have captured him or something," Harry said, finally having swallowed. "They had him, so that's what had to have happened."
"So, she took his place that day and set it up to capture all four of us," Draco said. "Thanks to Ron and Hermione, she only got me."
"Why would she go after Snape?" Hermione said slowly. "You'd think Voldemort might get angry over something like that. Doesn't Snape work closely with him?"
"But she suspected him. She always has. They have never gotten along. It's an old story. Aunt Bella wanted proof. Proof to get Severus and Harry Potter as a present for her Master," Draco explained.
"So that's what happened then," said Harry. "She knew we were going to get Horcruxes and set us up posing as Snape. And you say she didn't tell Voldemort about us knowing of the Horcruxes? How do you know she didn't?"
"She was quite pleased to tell me all about it since she expected I wouldn't remember any of it later," Draco said with a huff.
Harry nodded and took a sip of tea. "Good. I'm glad she was fucking out of her mind."
Draco frowned. "I shouldn't be able to remember now."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Well, how do you?" asked Ron.
"I figure I was taken around 8 PM, right?" Draco asked.
"Around then," said Hermione, nodding.
"And it was at least twelve hours later when I became conscious in St. Mungo's, correct?" he asked.
Harry nodded this time.
"That means I spent most of that time with Aunt Bella," Draco said. "How long can a person stay sane under the Cruciatus Curse?"
"I'm not sure ...." said Hermione. "It all depends on how strong the curse is, I suppose. If it's cast strongly, you might go insane after only a little while, but short bouts of it that aren't as strong would feel worse and keep you sane longer."
"The curse was strong and most of eight hours would not be considered short." Draco sighed. He didn't even know how he was talking calmly about this.
"Fucking hell," Harry said angrily, clenching his fists.
"I ... have no idea then," said Hermione, frowning.
"She wasn't happy with my refusal to cooperate," Draco said.
"Cooperate with what?" asked Harry, scowling. He scooted closer to Draco.
"Finish eating," Draco said, noticing that Harry had only eaten half a sandwich.
Harry huffed and took another bite, chewing quickly and then another bite after that. Surprisingly, it did make him feel better.
"She wanted information on what Horcruxes we had found, what we had done with them and what we thought was left," Draco explained. "And she wanted me to take her to you, of course."
Harry swallowed a large bite. "You can't say anything about Horcruxes to anyone anyway," he said. "I ordered you."
"For which I am very grateful," Draco sighed. "I didn't have to resist. The binding did it for me."
Harry sighed too and finished off his sandwich. "When the hell are they getting here?" he asked suddenly, frowning with frustration.
Leakey popped into the room, holding out a parchment. Draco reached over and took it. "It's from Tonks," he said, "They found Severus in the basement of the house. They have the Death Eaters held at the Ministry. She and Shacklebolt will meet us at Grimmauld."
"Let's go," said Harry, leaping to his feet immediately. He looked at Draco. "Do you want to get dressed?"
Draco looked out the window at the weak winter sunlight and sighed. What he wanted was to go to bed. He nodded. "Be right back," he said and then groaned. "I don't have a wand, so I can't Apparate."
Harry stepped forward and pulled Draco up from the couch. "I'll take you," he said, closing arms around him. The next second, they were standing in their bedroom.
Draco leaned in and kissed him. Then he began getting dressed.
Harry gave a small smile at the kiss. "That bed is so tempting, and I'm achingly tired - have been since the bloody train, but this is important. If we don't talk with them right this second, something really bad could happen. It's not just me being the impatient bastard that I am."
Draco looked up sharply and stepped up to Harry, grabbing his arms and scowling. "I don't ever want to hear you insult yourself like that again," he hissed. "Never."
Harry raised his eyebrows and was a bit taken aback for a moment. "Erm, okay, love," he said, still looking at Draco with eyebrows high on his forehead.
Draco frowned but nodded, pulling Harry against his body for minute. "You called me that once," he whispered.
Harry frowned. "What?" he asked.
"A bastard," Draco whispered, still holding him close.
"I've probably called you everything under the sun," Harry said, whispering now as well. "I'm sorry."
Draco pulled back and looked at him. "It is one of the worst insults you can call a Pure-blood, outside of other blood-related insults." He shook his head. "Never mind, you didn't know."
Harry sighed. "It wouldn't have mattered to me then - when I called you that, but I won't say it again now."
Draco nodded. He felt on edge and he couldn't have said why. "I'm ready," he said.
"Me too," said Harry, opening his arms.
Draco stepped into them, wrapping arms around his husband.
Harry Apparated them back into the sitting room where Ron and Hermione were waiting for them. "Everyone ready?" he asked, not bothering to remove his arms from Draco.
"Ready," said Ron. Hermione nodded next to him.
Harry held Draco tightly and Apparated, once more in a short time, to the kitchen of Number Twelve.
Chapter Title: The Right Thing
Words: 2334 Words
Draco put his arm around Harry and then sat down on the sofa with him, just as Babb showed up with a large tea tray with biscuits and sandwiches.
Harry sighed and sat pressing himself to Draco, arm resting across Draco's stomach. "We're all okay," he said, talking to himself as much as the others.
Hermione nodded.
Ron seemed to finally come out of whatever daze he'd been in since they'd gotten away and looked at Harry. "Yeah," he said. "We are."
Draco shifted so he could put his hand on Harry's belly.
They sat in silence for a few more moments and Harry discovered that he wasn't really angry anymore, or at least couldn't be right then. "I - I'm not really mad anymore - but ... I don't like that you two took it upon yourselves to take me out of a fight," he said quietly, talking to Ron and Draco.
Ron looked away from Harry, but he didn't look ashamed.
"Ron did the right thing," Draco said. "And you know it."
Harry let out a quiet huff. He looked up at Ron. "You were brilliant in there," he told him, choosing to ignore Draco's comment. "I'd be dead right now if it weren't for you."
"With you, whatever it takes," said Ron, a hint of pride in his voice.
Draco raised an eyebrow, unsure of what they were referring to. "We would all be dead now if Ron hadn't gotten you out back at Miller's Crossing," Draco continued.
Harry took a deep breath, knowing that Draco probably wouldn't take this well. "Bellatrix Lestrange almost killed me," he said. "Ron got her instead, right before she was able to speak the curse."
Draco leaned forward, pouring tea for all of them while he thought about that. "You shouldn't have come after me," he said quietly.
"How could I not, Draco?" Harry asked. "You would've died if I hadn't done something."
"And you could have died," Draco said, shifting so he partially faced Harry. "I would be dead then as well."
Harry didn't know how many times they would have this same conversation. Neither of them would ever change their thinking. He didn't say that he would rather be dead than without Draco, because he knew that was selfish and he knew Draco wouldn't like it, but he did think it. "I know," he said.
Draco leaned forward putting his face into his hands and sighing. He felt tired and sore and sick at heart.
Harry sighed too, staring at Draco. "I'd like to know what bloody happened," Harry said to him quietly a moment later. "How the hell did any of this happen?"
"We were set up," Draco said, still leaning forward. "Aunt Bella and my uncles set a trap for us."
"How the bloody hell would they have done that?" Harry asked. "They couldn't have known where we were going to be. The only people who knew were Aberforth ... and Snape."
"Snape wasn't the person who told us about Miller's Crossing," Draco said. "Bella did."
Harry frowned at Draco confusedly. "What?" he asked. "How is that even possible?"
Draco leaned back and closed his eyes. "Do you remember what happened when we went to see Snape last time, Harry?"
Harry was still staring at Draco confusedly. "He ... you said he was injured, right?"
"I said he had taken a powerful Regeneration Potion," Draco said. "And he wouldn't tell me why. Bellatrix had used Polyjuice, but then took the Regeneration Potion to mask it. It confused my ability to read the magic. My Aunt knows ... knew about my talent."
Harry's eyes widened. "But then - where's Snape?" he asked.
"Did you get him out too?" Draco asked, frowning. "They had him tied up."
Harry shook his head. "No, we only saw you. Lupin picked you up and then we left, right then and there. You were bleeding too badly to stick around. "Tonks stayed ...." But then Harry's eyes widened further. "Shit!" he cursed. "They'll take him in!"
Draco got up quickly and winced. "Leakey!" he said into the room.
Harry watched as the house-elf appeared. Ron and Hermione were watching with wide eyes also.
Draco went to a nearby writing table and pulled out parchment and quill. He began writing quickly. "I am sending an owl to Shacklebolt," he said.
"Holy hell, will it reach in time?!" Harry asked.
"I don't know," Draco said. "How long has it been since you took me out of there?"
"About an hour," said Hermione quickly.
Draco finished the note, using the Malfoy seal to stamp the wax. Then he handed it to Leakey. "Take this immediately. Give it only to Auror Shacklebolt."
Harry watched as the elf took the letter from Draco and disappeared immediately.
"If they take him in," he said, sounding nervous, "we're all fucked."
"Snape won't tell them anything," Draco said, starting to write another letter.
Harry sighed heavily and flopped back against the couch. "What a fucking mess," he muttered, sitting there limply, but then he shot up straight again. "The Horcruxes!" he shouted. "Oh, God! The Horcruxes! Bellatrix knew about them! If Voldemort finds out-" He jumped to his feet, heart beating madly.
Draco scowled, finishing a second letter and then calling for Benedict. He gave the elf the letter. "Take this to Auror Tonks, and only her."
"Draco! The Horcuxes!" Harry cried again.
"Bloody hell," said Ron, the colour draining from his face.
Hermione had a hand pressed over her mouth.
Draco frowned. "Yes, she knew about them. But I don't think that she told anyone else about them."
"Not even the ones she was with?" Harry asked quickly. "Her husband?"
"She may have told them, but they wouldn't share that information with the Ministry," he said, walking back over to sit down wearily on the sofa.
"Yeah, well they'd fucking tell Voldemort!" Harry cried. "He can't know!"
"Sit down," Draco snapped. "Drink your tea and eat something."
"Are you out of your mind, Draco?!" Harry asked. "This is it! He knows, I lose! We're all fucking dead!"
Draco's head hurt. "Didn't you say they were caught?"
"They were! But that doesn't matter!" Harry said. "What if they say something about it in Azkaban? They could say anything about it - one single thing and that's it - we're done!"
"Stop shouting, Harry!" Draco growled and closed his eyes. "Sit down and eat something!"
Harry gripped a hand in his own hair. "Do you not understand?" he asked, managing to keep his voice down, but only just.
"I was tied to a fucking table and Crucio'd for hours," Draco snapped, "but I have not lost my mind! I do know that you had better feed yourself and our child before we do anything else."
Harry frowned at him a little angrily and huffed. He sat down on his couch next to Draco a little harder than was necessary and grabbed a biscuit. He could hardly believe he was sitting there eating when the entire fate of the world was very possibly at stake.
"I can feel that you haven't eaten, Harry," Draco sighed, "probably since the train yesterday."
Harry didn't answer him. His mouth was full anyway.
"Erm, what exactly are we going to do?" asked Ron, his face clearly saying that he'd never seen an odder argument.
"First, I have sent letters to both Tonks and Shacklebolt to contact us immediately," he said. "Second, Harry is the only one pregnant but I would guess that neither of you have eaten either. So eat while we wait."
Harry glanced at Draco a little guiltily. He hadn't known that he'd sent letters for immediate contact. He should've known that Draco was the furthest thing from an idiot in the world - he did know that. He felt bad for shouting at him now.
"So, while we wait on our fellow Order members to get in touch with us," Draco said, "we eat and we figure out what happened."
Harry nodded, still chewing. He moved a little closer to Draco again.
"Well, we only know up to when Bellatrix took you from Miller's Crossing," said Hermione. "That and what happened after we got to Spinner's End."
"My aunt's plan was to capture you. Somehow she figured out that Severus was working with us," Draco said.
"They must have captured him or something," Harry said, finally having swallowed. "They had him, so that's what had to have happened."
"So, she took his place that day and set it up to capture all four of us," Draco said. "Thanks to Ron and Hermione, she only got me."
"Why would she go after Snape?" Hermione said slowly. "You'd think Voldemort might get angry over something like that. Doesn't Snape work closely with him?"
"But she suspected him. She always has. They have never gotten along. It's an old story. Aunt Bella wanted proof. Proof to get Severus and Harry Potter as a present for her Master," Draco explained.
"So that's what happened then," said Harry. "She knew we were going to get Horcruxes and set us up posing as Snape. And you say she didn't tell Voldemort about us knowing of the Horcruxes? How do you know she didn't?"
"She was quite pleased to tell me all about it since she expected I wouldn't remember any of it later," Draco said with a huff.
Harry nodded and took a sip of tea. "Good. I'm glad she was fucking out of her mind."
Draco frowned. "I shouldn't be able to remember now."
Harry raised an eyebrow.
"Well, how do you?" asked Ron.
"I figure I was taken around 8 PM, right?" Draco asked.
"Around then," said Hermione, nodding.
"And it was at least twelve hours later when I became conscious in St. Mungo's, correct?" he asked.
Harry nodded this time.
"That means I spent most of that time with Aunt Bella," Draco said. "How long can a person stay sane under the Cruciatus Curse?"
"I'm not sure ...." said Hermione. "It all depends on how strong the curse is, I suppose. If it's cast strongly, you might go insane after only a little while, but short bouts of it that aren't as strong would feel worse and keep you sane longer."
"The curse was strong and most of eight hours would not be considered short." Draco sighed. He didn't even know how he was talking calmly about this.
"Fucking hell," Harry said angrily, clenching his fists.
"I ... have no idea then," said Hermione, frowning.
"She wasn't happy with my refusal to cooperate," Draco said.
"Cooperate with what?" asked Harry, scowling. He scooted closer to Draco.
"Finish eating," Draco said, noticing that Harry had only eaten half a sandwich.
Harry huffed and took another bite, chewing quickly and then another bite after that. Surprisingly, it did make him feel better.
"She wanted information on what Horcruxes we had found, what we had done with them and what we thought was left," Draco explained. "And she wanted me to take her to you, of course."
Harry swallowed a large bite. "You can't say anything about Horcruxes to anyone anyway," he said. "I ordered you."
"For which I am very grateful," Draco sighed. "I didn't have to resist. The binding did it for me."
Harry sighed too and finished off his sandwich. "When the hell are they getting here?" he asked suddenly, frowning with frustration.
Leakey popped into the room, holding out a parchment. Draco reached over and took it. "It's from Tonks," he said, "They found Severus in the basement of the house. They have the Death Eaters held at the Ministry. She and Shacklebolt will meet us at Grimmauld."
"Let's go," said Harry, leaping to his feet immediately. He looked at Draco. "Do you want to get dressed?"
Draco looked out the window at the weak winter sunlight and sighed. What he wanted was to go to bed. He nodded. "Be right back," he said and then groaned. "I don't have a wand, so I can't Apparate."
Harry stepped forward and pulled Draco up from the couch. "I'll take you," he said, closing arms around him. The next second, they were standing in their bedroom.
Draco leaned in and kissed him. Then he began getting dressed.
Harry gave a small smile at the kiss. "That bed is so tempting, and I'm achingly tired - have been since the bloody train, but this is important. If we don't talk with them right this second, something really bad could happen. It's not just me being the impatient bastard that I am."
Draco looked up sharply and stepped up to Harry, grabbing his arms and scowling. "I don't ever want to hear you insult yourself like that again," he hissed. "Never."
Harry raised his eyebrows and was a bit taken aback for a moment. "Erm, okay, love," he said, still looking at Draco with eyebrows high on his forehead.
Draco frowned but nodded, pulling Harry against his body for minute. "You called me that once," he whispered.
Harry frowned. "What?" he asked.
"A bastard," Draco whispered, still holding him close.
"I've probably called you everything under the sun," Harry said, whispering now as well. "I'm sorry."
Draco pulled back and looked at him. "It is one of the worst insults you can call a Pure-blood, outside of other blood-related insults." He shook his head. "Never mind, you didn't know."
Harry sighed. "It wouldn't have mattered to me then - when I called you that, but I won't say it again now."
Draco nodded. He felt on edge and he couldn't have said why. "I'm ready," he said.
"Me too," said Harry, opening his arms.
Draco stepped into them, wrapping arms around his husband.
Harry Apparated them back into the sitting room where Ron and Hermione were waiting for them. "Everyone ready?" he asked, not bothering to remove his arms from Draco.
"Ready," said Ron. Hermione nodded next to him.
Harry held Draco tightly and Apparated, once more in a short time, to the kitchen of Number Twelve.