Inspiration for this fic stems purely from a bunch of icons I saw a couple of years ago and just absolutely loved. Ok, so I guess I was just being a little naïve in thinking that no one had done this before, but as it turns out, there are like 20-something other stories about this list. I read a few and several have things that I don't. One story has something like 500 things on the list. So, here's my rendition of…
"Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts…"
Please enjoy!
Chapter One
Harry woke with a start.
Unfortunately what had woken him wasn't the sudden realization that there was a major test in Potions the next morning for which he had forgotten to study.
No, no. That would mean that he was attending school. That would mean his biggest concern was passing classes and winning the House Cup.
What had woken the poor teen in the middle of the darkness on an otherwise silent September night, was the sound of voices and the creaking of floorboards.
Quickly snatching up his glasses and wand, he exited his room and made his way, carefully, down the stairs and through the dark halls of Grimmald Place.
As he approached the kitchen the voices got louder and more discernable.
The first voice he recognized was that of his godfather and owner of the house, Sirius Black, quickly followed by that of said godfather's best friend, and suspected lover, Remus Lupin.
Harry was about to swing the door open and waltz in to see what was going on when he heard another voice. This one, as well, was hard not to place. It belonged to his ex-professor and resident double agent, Severus Snape.
Completely caught off guard by the man being in the house, Harry could do no more than stare at the door in front of him.
He had been under the impression that the dark man had gone so completely undercover that they hadn't been able to reach him for at least half a year.
What finally pulled the boy out of his stupor was a small, almost inaudible, whimper that came from the other side of the door.
Unsure exactly why he did it, he found himself walking into the kitchen after having tucked his wand into the waistband of his sleep trousers.
There stood the afore mentioned adults, but what really caught the dark haired teens attention was a figure seated at the table.
Cuts and bruises covered the pale skin that was showing. One grey-blue eye was nearly swollen shut and there were random streaks of dark red flaking in the once purely platinum-blonde hair.
All conversation ceased as soon as the door swung open.
Three pairs of eyes gazed at Harry, waiting for an explanation as to why he was there. One pair stayed trained on the weathered and warped wood of the kitchen table, unable, or unwilling, to look up.
"Harry," Sirius was the one who finally broke the silence. "What are you doing up?"
The worried lines on the older man's face kept Harry from his truthful answer that he had been awoken, so he merely shrugged in response. And once more unsure exactly what he was doing or why, he stepped fully into the room and took a seat directly opposite the battered teen.
Instead of the hundreds of questions they were certain they would be bombarded with, the dark-haired teen stayed silent, simply staring at the youngest Malfoy.
Silence reigned over the kitchen for a solid two minutes. Adults trying to think of some way to explain the situation; Harry cataloguing all of the damage done to the blonde; The battered young man shifting uncomfortably and, subsequently, wincing in pain with each move.
Finally it was Remus who broke the silence. "It's late. Snape, we'll continue our conversation at a more appropriate hour?"
Snape nodded tersely. "Perhaps in a room with a silencing charm or two."
It was Remus' turn to nod before he turned to Harry. "Harry, could you help Draco to his room? He'll take the one next to yours."
Harry looked at the older man in confusion. Why would he need to help the other teen? As far as he could tell, the black rucksack was the only thing the boy had with him.
But when Draco went to stand, Snape walked over and grabbed one of his arms to steady him before he fell.
Still confused, Harry ran to his other side and grabbed Draco's unoccupied arm, almost without thinking.
Shaking both of the wizards off like they were a nuisance, Draco straightened his robe and stepped over the bench he had just been sitting on. Slowly and with as much dignity as the young aristocrat could muster, he took a slow step, breathing out through his nose sharply when he put pressure on his right leg. Four more steps were all the more the young man could take before, upon putting his weight on his right leg, he collapsed, head hitting the doorframe as he went down.
All four of the wizards in the room rushed to see the damage done to the blonde.
"What happened? What was all that about?" Harry finally asked upon hearing Snape say that Draco was unconscious.
While Snape started waving his wand over the boy to assess all of the injuries, Remus let out a heavy sigh. "His leg is broken in many places—"
"Practically shattered, poor kid," Sirius cut in, shaking his head.
Remus rolled his eyes and continued. "—Anyway, he refused for us—"
"You mean, Snape," Sirius cut him off again.
Remus slowly turned to face Sirius, eyebrows raised. "Are you quite finished?"
"I'm finished if you'd get the details right."
"Fine. Draco told Snape that he didn't want him to fix anything and he's been refusing to take any potions, to heal or to numb the pain. So, I'm not really all that surprised that this happened. We should get him up to his room before he wakes up. Harry, can you grab his rucksack?"
Snape had already levitated the prone figure and was headed out the door, so Harry quickly picked up the sack and followed his old professor up the stairs after a quick "Goodnight" to the two men he saw as pseudo-parental figures.