Hi there, people in the world of fanfiction. The reason to this really boring title is that it's supposed to be number 8 in a fanfiction-table, named just that, Weeks. This is the first time I've posted a multi-chapter story, so I'm a bit excited. But don't worry, I've already planned this story inside my head, and I'm writing on chapter three, though chapter two still needs to be worked on. But whatever, enjoy.
Summary: Draco's in prison a time after Voldemort's defeat. Harry Potter starts to visit him, and he wants something, but is Draco willing to open up and tell him what he knows? Of course not, Draco is a Malfoy and Malfoys don't let anyone in. Right?
Disclaimer: I don't own, Rowling does.
Chapter I
The sound of his shoes meeting the floor echoed through the hall. Azkaban, despite the lack of dementors, still had that depressed, regretful air around it. The cold stone, dribbling whatever-it-was on the wall and the lack of light didn't help to ease the picture either.
Harry felt the eyes on him as he walked past several inmates and pulled his thin travelling cloak tighter around himself. He wasn't afraid of them, many of them were sick and hadn't seen a wand in years, let alone had one on them. And to that, he wasn't too bad with his stick either. They just made him slightly uncomfortable with their open stares, some which had a glazed-over look to them.
It was in one of the cells furthest into the prison's highest level that he found him, where they stored the few Death Eaters who were still alive. Most of them had died during the Final Battle or while trying to escape. Some lucky ones where still hiding in random chicken-shacks around the country, waiting to be found.
"Malfoy."
The man in the cell, earlier lying on his bed, sat up and turned to see who was calling his name. If he was surprised to see his childhood rival, he didn't show it.
"Potter," he nodded in greeting, and then smirked, "What serves me the honour?"
Harry took in the other's appearance. Malfoy stilled looked like himself, a little dirtier and wearing ill-fitting clothes, but he sat straight and tall and seemed to have remained fit and healthy. Of course, most of the newest prisoners did, those who came after the reforms. Harry decided to skip the pleasantries and locked eyes with the Malfoy.
"Your mother, Narcissa Malfoy, has been accused of cooperation with Voldemort. She is to face a trial."
Malfoy jumped up, his brows furrowed in worry and anger. Apparently this were not only news to him, it was something he wouldn't have thought to expect.
"Mother? She's never done anything against anyone!" he snarled at the raven, losing his Malfoyish coldness for a moment. True, he had done that many times when they where still children, but during the last years the heir had matured in his demeanour and started to behave more like the lord, Lucius.
"Well that's the problem, isn't it? The didn't-do-anything part. Your father was allied with Voldemort, and so were you. She was bound to have found out things, you telling her or her overhearing something, yet she never contacted the Aurors or the Order or any other authority." Harry answered, his voice quiet and not spilling whatever personal thoughts he had on the subject.
"Dammit!" Draco lashed out at the wall with an anguished cry, hard enough to actually make a part of the stone wall crack and crumble. He just stood there and heaved for several seconds, and then slowly turned back to Harry, who took a few steps back. He actually felt a bit frightened. He had seen Draco on the battlefield, hell, he'd duelled Draco in the battlefield, but he had never seen the Malfoy this mad. The Malfoys might be stoic bastards, but they cared for their family and always put in first.
"It's because I won't talk, isn't it? I won't tell you what you want to know, so you go for my mother. How heroic of you Potter, and you're supposed to be the light side." Malfoy spat on the ground, on rather on his floor, and glared at Harry.
"I'm just the messenger, you know." Harry said, feeling uneasy. As an Auror, he knew that there where something with Malfoy that kept his boss on his toes, but he didn't have a clue about what it was as the Malfoys had never been his responsibility, apparently it was unethical with their background. But it seemed as if that was now put aside, as he stood where he stood.
"Yeah right, when have you ever not been involved in everything?" Malfoy turned his back to his former schoolmate and lying down on the couch once again, thus indicating the end of their conversation.
"I don't have a clue about what's going on, but apparently you do, so why don't you just do whatever you're supposed to do so they could let your mother go?"
As Malfoy wasn't showing any reaction to what he was saying, he sighed. "This is just going to come back and bite you in the ass, you know."
"Get out Potter, and leave me and my family alone."
Harry rolled his eyes and stomped sullenly through the corridor as he left the cell, unaware of the prisoners and how he strongly resembled a small child being denied their cookie.
The pretty redheaded witch who guarded the gates smiled at him as he walked out of the elevator, and then held up her wand while looking slightly uneasy.
"I'm very sorry Mr Potter, but it's for safety. It's probably unnecessary, but it's a standard procedure."
Harry laughed and stood still as she let her wand soar close to his front and then his back, searching for glamours or potions that would disguise him as Harry Potter while he in reality was some prisoner or god-knew-what. It was standard and had been so since forever, so Harry didn't bother to think of it.
"Did you get what you came for Mr Potter?" the witch asked politely, trying to make a conversation with the famous war-hero, golden boy, chosen one and whatever new they had come up with during the last five years.
"To be honest Miss, I don't know what I came for." he said and sighed, and then smiled cheekily. "But somehow, I get the feeling I'm I'll be seeing you soon again." he blinked at her, and then smiled as she blushed furiously. Now it was just for him to get home, eat a good meal, take a bath, sleep, and try to force the entire story out of his boss in the morning.
And that's the end of chapter one. The chapters are getting longer, I promise. But I would also like to put out a little request for a beta. English isn't my first language and I tend to make small mistakes. Even if you don't feel like being my beta, feel free to point out grammar and spelling mistakes. I don't get angry, I appreciate them and learn from critique.
And of course, review . I live on them, honestly. Besides, I get more inspired to write if I know someone that will actually care to read it.
See ye all soon!
