Title: Shades of Shadows
Chapter 1: Introduction
Pairing: George/Draco
Rating: R/M (just to make sure)
Warnings: Auish, Slash, Lemon, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Smut in later chapters
A/N: So I've had this idea for this fic for a while now, probably close to three years. The idea kind of came from several tv cop shows. I'll explain the idea and inspiration at the bottom. A/N: This has slashy goodness, so if you don't like it then don't read it.
A/N: I don't own anything HP except my own characters. Flames will be used to make marshmallows. Enjoy J !
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"I'm not telling you anything you filthy blood traitor." blood dripped lips spat, spraying blood and saliva in every direction. The man's eyes were mad with rage and pain, making the normal hazel almost seem to glow golden yellow. His muscles were clenched and tight against the wooden chair he was tied to, as he tried to keep himself from begging for mercy. Across from him the red haired man, who was sitting in his own chair, sighed condescendingly as if he had given up.
"Oh well, I'm sure that the Ministry will, undoubtedly, find that your family had nothing to do with anything and leave them to live their lives peacefully." He remarked, sarcasm and amusement lacing every word as he took in the ragged man before him, watching as he froze and shot his eyes up in disbelief, "You leave my family out of this, they don't know anything." he pleaded and yelled, knowing that he was beat.
The red haired man came to stand right in front of him, his blue eyes cold and unforgiving, "Then tell me everything"
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An abrupt knock sounded on the wooden door, breaking his attention from the paper in front of him, before a salt and pepper colored head stuck in the doorway. Her wrinkles accentuated as she took in the uneaten food that lay on the corner of his desk before she stepped through completely and made her way to the front of his desk.
"This just came for you" She said as she passed him a parcel that seemed to be stocked with paper. He looked it over before he began to open it, seeming to pay the woman no mind. Sliding out the contents onto his desk, he took note of handwritten notes and observations, along with what looked like surveillance photographs. But then his grey eyes were drawn to a small vial that had tumbled to the top of the papers. It seemed to be a memory.
"Do you need anything else sir?" She asked, giving a pointed look to the uneaten food again. But he ignored her in favor of the new arrival, "No that will be all Helen." He said, absentmindedly almost as if it was a reflects to both her question and her concern. He vaguely heard the door close behind her as he began to pour over everything, piece by piece.
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Fat, cold raindrops hammered against the sides of the house, causing the upper levels to shudder. Inside the house however, warmth was keenly felt with the fireplace and the stove in action. People milled about, doing this or that while children ran up and down the stairs in play. Food was being set out on the extra long table in the kitchen and small hands and big hands alike tried to nab a small piece only to be soundly scolded.
"Where in the world is your brother? It's time to eat." Molly Weasley asked, glancing around to her children who were gathered around the table. Bill gave a shrug as he helped Victorie get food onto her plate. Charlie looked around the table, noticing that no one seemed to have an answer, while Percy simply raised an eyebrow as if it should really be a question. Ginny and Harry shared a look, but kept quiet and looked to Ron and Hermione. Finally Ron sighed, "Mum, he flooed me and said that he wouldn't be able to make it tonight because of work and stuff."
Molly gave an indignant huff as she continued to stand at the end of the table, "Well that's no excuse. We finally have everybody here and George can't make it because of work. That's no excuse." She ranted, fixing her place setting as Arthur stood from his chair and wrapped his arms around her. She pulled away from him and turned towards the door, "That's no bloody excuse." Arthur once again put his arms around her and pulled her against him, trapping her "That's no blood excuse!" She yelled as she cried, allowing Arthur to lead her upstairs.
The silence around the table was deafening. No one would say anything and the only ones that were even eating were the children, seeming to be oblivious to what was going on. Bill laid his hand on Victorie's head as she ate, while Harry wrapped his arm around Ginny's shoulders and Ron began to softly caress Hermione's bulging stomach. When Arthur came back down the stairs, his eyes sad and tired, and sat back down and began to eat was when they all began to silently eat. The Weasley house had never been so quiet before.
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Stepping into the apartment, weariness seemed to rush his system making him want to slump over and just sleep on the floor. As he passed through the living room, he briefly wondered if it would be worth it to just pass out on the couch. But the thought of how his back would feel in the morning made that thought flee in an instant. Getting into the bedroom, he paused long enough to slide out of his jacket and toe out of his boots, leaving his jeans and shirt on as he collapsed on top of the bed.
On the bedside table, the muggle alarm clock read out three twenty-seven a.m. and he closed his eyes and tried to will himself to sleep. The rain that beat against his window was almost rhythmic and started to lull him to sleep. Just bordering on sleep, ready to jump off that last ledge between consciousness and the deep dark of unconsciousness, there was a sharp tapping at his window. Prying one eye open, he looked over and found an owl hovering outside his window. He couldn't quite control the groan of frustration that burst out as he pried himself out of bed to open the window.
The owl swooped in and settled on his bed, holding it's leg out while shuddering it's feathers to fling the rain off. Untying the note from the owl's leg, he took note of the messy handwriting that could only be Ron's. Deciding to deal with it instead of waiting, he ripped the envelope open and pulled out the letter and noticed both messy and neat handwriting. Ahh, a Hermione and Ron collaboration he thought before skimming the words. Hermione's was a brief overview of what had gone on at dinner and brief concern over his well being. Ron's however was filled with explanative and attitude.
'Well there you go, being bloody selfish and ignoring us again. I thought we had worked through his shite already and were over it, but apparently not. And making Mum cry was just the icing on the cake wasn't it you arse. Well I hope you're bloody happy now, you don't come to dinner because you have 'work' to do and Mum has a bloody break down. Well you can go piss off.'
If he wasn't so tired, he would actually be amused. And he figured that he might in the morning when he reread it, but for right now the only thing on his agenda was a couple of hours sleep before he had to go into the Ministry. Family drama was never easy or infrequent in the Weasley household so it would have to wait. Finding the energy to roll his eyes, he climbed back into bed after letting the owl back out. He would deal with it all in the morning.
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Working through the night in the office was not something that he was unaccustomed to. Going over the evidence that he had, he knew that he had a solid case and there was not a chance in hell that there wouldn't be a conviction. Between the witness statements, the blood pattern, as well as the knife that was used in the murder and the fabric fibers all tied the suspect to the crime. But he could never be too prepared, so he went over everything again to make sure that the defense councilor could not find a loophole to expose. His eyes raked over everything again, taking in every detail from the time of date to the color of the rug on the floor.
"Are you staying the night again sir?" Helen asked, concern and disapproval clear in her voice. Jerking his head up towards the door, he saw that she had her coat on and her bag on her arm as she leaned into his office from the doorway. Slightly put off by her appearance, he jerked his eyes towards the clock that hung on the wall. Disbelief shocked through him when he realized that it was eight o'clock already. Turning his attention back to Helen and seeing her eyes pinning him in place, Draco could see how she had been one hell of a mother.
"Ah, I think I am just going to finish what I'm working on right now and then I'll be off." He told her, noting the disbelieving look that entered her eyes. Seeing all the concern that she showed him and how often that she told him that he worked too hard, made him wish that she had been his mother. His own mother was off in France on holiday visiting with distant relatives, then she would probably be off to Italy to visit friends for a few months. He wasn't sure he had actually seen his mother since the new year.
Helen gave him a slight smile, causing a slight twinge in his chest, "Alright then, I'll see you tomorrow Mr. Malfoy." she closed the door after herself, leaving him alone again. Giving a small, sad smile to nothing but air, he turned back to the papers and photographs on his desk again. Sleep could wait, convictions could not.
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TBC
A/N: So the idea behind this fiction is that there is a team that deals with threats to the Ministry and doesn't have a whole lot of rules. The best comparison I have is when Sheppard is a Specter from Mass Effect. I'll do a break down of the team in the next chapter.