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No Hero's Allowed: Chapter 2
Harry hissed as the needle was pressed into his arm, the serum needed to keep him in his human body during the custody hearing while the curse still struggled to secure it's place. He closed his eyes against the dizziness as a ministry official pulled him to his feet and cuffed his hands behind his back.
"Come along, Potter," the man said and Harry noticed how tired he sounded. Did he agree with the way werewolves and other creatures were being treated, or was he just working long hours since the Final Battle. The man kept his arm on Harry's elbow as he led him down the hallway. Harry limped along beside him, his thigh throbbing in pain.
The man stopped in front of a caged platform and Harry recognized it as the cage from Igor Karkaroff's hearing in Dumbledore's memories. With a shuttering breath he stepped into the caged and stood straight as the cage began to rise. He kept his eyes straight ahead as the crowd in the court room began talking loudly. Some were crying, some looked angry. His breath caught in his throat when he saw Draco sitting behind the Sponsor table.
"Silence!" Kingsley shouted behind the podium and Harry had to rack his brain to remember he had heard that the man had become the new Minister immediately following the Final Battle. "We are going to start the custody hearing for the werewolf, WWHP050215. Sponsor in question is one Draco Malfoy." The courtroom once again exploded in conversation and Kingsley angrily pounded his gavel against the surface. "Silence!" he yelled again. "The first character witness for Mr. Malfoy will be Professor Minerva McGonagall."
Harry watched as his head of house crossed the court room and lowered herself into the chair in the center of the room.
"What do you have to say about Mr. Malfoy, Professor?" Kingsley asked
"Draco Malfoy was a spy for the Light," she began, pausing when the whole court room gasped. "Prior to his sixth year at Hogwarts, Mr. Malfoy approached Headmaster Dumbledore and myself for protection. His father wanted him to become a Death Eater, a plan Draco didn't want to go along with. Out of fear that our original spy, the late Severus Snape, may be found out, Albus wanted to have more than one double agent in play. Draco was marked per Dumbledore's request. Draco followed along with the Dark Lord's plan as best as he could, no matter how much it hurt him. While it may seem though he did horrible things, he fought for the Light, making sure that Mr. Potter was able to defeat the Dark Lord."
Harry lost focus, his eyes going blurry as he listened to his former professor drone on about how good of a person Draco was and how he played such a good of the war. After that, Arthur Weasley took the stand, he too talking in Draco's favor. Harry almost snorted, never thinking that a Weasley talking good about a Malfoy would ever happen. A ministry official talked of how Draco's house had passed inspection and Harry had to rack his brain to think of where Draco would have gotten a house. Finally they talked of his financial status and how he would be able to afford the monthly potions Harry would need and such. Harry's head snapped up, meeting McGonagall eye. She gave him a minute nod when he realized his vault had been transferred to Draco's nod. At least one thing was going right.
After the ministry official had left the chair, the court room became quiet again. Kingsley flipped through his paperwork, his lips pursed. Harry shifted his weight off his left leg, the bite still making his leg hurt. He shifted his hands slightly, the metal cuffs clinking behind him. Kingsley wrote something down before banging his gavel to bring silence to the already quiet courtroom.
"Draco, please take the stand," he said, and Draco gulped as he stood and crossed the courtroom. He sat down on the edge of the chair, his back razor straight. "Draco Abraxous Malfoy, you understand that by sponsoring Werewolf WWHP050215," Harry flinched, realizing he no longer had a name in the eyes of the ministry. "you are responsible for his every action. You are required to administer the Wolfsbane potion every month, keep him restrained during his transformation, and should he attack a witch or wizard, that is your responsibility."
"I do, Sir," Draco said, his voice quiet but strong.
"You also realize that you are currently in charge of his personal wellbeing; it is your responsibility that he finds a suited job and you are to keep track of his finances."
"I do, Sir," Draco said again, his voice slightly stronger. Kingsley paused to sign his name on a form before banging his gavel.
"Then I award custody of Werewolf WWHP050215 to one Draco Abraxous Malfoy. Please see book keeping before you leave to fill out the proper paper work and set up a time for him to be delivered to your place of residence." With that Kingsley swung around and left, never once looking back at Harry. Harry let out a deep breath in relief as the cage slowly lowered back into the floor. He met Draco's eyes, trying to convey as much emotion as he possibly could. Draco held his eyes as the cage continued to sink into the floor, never looking away until Harry couldn't see him anymore.
The same ministry official from the morning waited for him down below. He unlocked the cage and helped Harry down from the platform. Harry's eyes grew wider when he saw four other people handcuffed and waiting with their own ministry officials. A fifth stood with her arms crossed, her brand out so everyone can see. Harry could tell it was old but it still stood bright: WWAH122486. The ministry official tightened his grip on Harry's arm, pulling him along, but Harry couldn't take her eyes off the older witch.
"Have fun being the ministry's pet, love!" She called after him, her own ministry official stepping in front of her. "Just what you've always been." Harry lowered his eyes to the floor, refusing to answer.
"That would be Alexa Hawthorne," the ministry official said. "As you can see from her arm she was bit Christmas Eve in 86. She's bit a fair share of her own, too. Quite bitter that one. We've been looking for her for quite some time, we only found her by chance. Don't let her bother you. She'll be denied sponsorship, no doubt about it." Harry glanced at his arm, the angry red letters staring back.
"Is that what the numbers are, then?" he asked in a quiet voice.
"Breed, initials, date of infection. May 2, 2015 will be a day most won't forget; including you Mr. Potter. In fact, the other four were bit the same day. They're not handling it as well as you, truth be told." The official sat him down in a chair, cuffing his hands in the front. He stood behind Harry's chair, watching as a Healer and another ministry official came into the room. A file was placed down on the table along with a camera.
"We just have to fill out your ministry file, Mr. Potter," The Healer said as the official picked up the camera. "I need you to hold this up under your chin, please." Harry bit his lip as he picked up the sign witch held his registration number. He was pulled to his feet and stood in front of a wall marking his height. With a sigh he held up the sign, staring with dead eyes into the camera. Pictures were taken of the bite and his 'fangs' before Harry was finally asked to sit back down.
For a moment he had almost felt normal. It had been hours since the curse had tried to shift his body too soon; causing his mouth to turn into a snout with razor sharp teeth only to immediately change back as if it realized the moon wasn't full. It had been hours since he felt like there were bugs crawling all over him and through his veins. But as the they continued to fill his chart, Harry could feel the serum they had shot into his veins wearing off and he shook as the crawling feeling took over again.
"Open your mouth, Potter," the Healer said when she noticed his twitching. Harry did as he was told and she placed something in his mouth, keeping him from closing it. Almost as if she had triggered it he could feel his mouth change and the official behind him held his head still in a strong grasp. The Healer measured his true feigns and pictures were taken. When his mouth had shifted back she pulled the stopper from his mouth and nodded to the Ministry Official to let him go. "I need you to sign here, Mr. Potter," she pointed to a line towards the bottom. He could see Draco's signature right above it. "And then I need you to write your registration number in the slot right next to it."
With a shaky hand Harry did as he was asked, his signature almost unreadable. With a flick of her wand the ink was dry and his finger prints in the marked box. She rolled the scroll tight and turned back to Harry.
"He can be taken back to his room now, Ed. He'll be transported to Mr. Malfoy's in the morning."
Draco paced back and forth along his front entry way. Blaise stared at him with a bored expression on his face from the living room.
"Draco, they won't be here until ten. Please sit down," he drawled, taking a big gulp from his tea.
"I can't. I'm too worried. What if something goes wrong? What if this was all a trick?"
"Although Kingsley has his hands tied on the whole Werewolf Regulations, I doubt he'd use this as a trick just to hurt you, Draco. Now calm down."
The two boy's remained in silence, Blaise reading the Daily Prophet and Draco pacing. Minutes before ten, a ministry official apparated into the entry way.
"Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Zambini," He nodded, offering a hand for each to shake. "I'm Agent Mullins with the Werewolf Transport Department. We will be delivering Werewolf number WWHP050215 shortly, I just need you to sign these papers for me Mr. Malfoy."
Draco took a shuttering breath and motioned to the large dining room table. Agent Mullins pointed out several areas for Draco to sign and Draco did as he was asked.
"How is he?" He finally asked as Agent Mullins rolled up his paperwork and sent it back to the Ministry.
"I have to warn you he's a bit testy today. As you know, until his first full moon the curse won't completely set in his blood. Because of this his body has the tendency to shift back and forth from human to wolf. Unfortunately Mr. Potter was bit on the last night of the full moon last month, so he has a whole month to deal with this shift. The closer he gets to the full moon, the less control over his mind and body Mr. Potter will have. It won't normally be this bad, I assure you. Just in the next two weeks he may need to be restrained more than not to keep you and anyone else safe." Draco closed his eyes and worry as Blaise stepped up behind him.
"You seem to know your stuff, Mr. Mullins," he drawled as he squeezed Draco's shoulder.
"Unfortunately, my younger sister was a werewolf, Mr. Zambini. She like Mr. Potter had a long wait before the curse settled in her blood. When I was younger my family couldn't afford the wolfsbane potion and after she attacked the muggle family that lived next to us, the ministry had her put down. I took this job to make sure no other family had to go through what ours did." Agent Mullins looked at his pocket watch before nodding. "Here he comes."
Draco turned in his chair and watched as his secret boyfriend and new charge appeared in front of his eyes, a ministry guard on each side. Draco's eyes widened at the belt around his waist that connected a chair to his wrist and hands. He bit his lip at the muzzle that fit awkwardly around his mouth.
"Is that really necessary?" He asked, his hands on his hips as he stood. "I mean, he's in his human form, it doesn't even fit him like this!"
Almost as if it was in response, Harry's body shook and his mouth transformed into a snout, easily filling out the muzzle. Draco's mouth clamped shut as Blaise shook his head in sympathy.
"So that's what you meant by he keeps changing…" The dark skinned boy said with a shake of his head and Agent Mullins nodded.
"Care to show us to the pin the ministry said you had ready?" The older man asked, but Draco was froze to his spot. Finally Blaise sighed and nodded.
"Right this way, sir."
Harry whimpered as he carefully followed Blaise down the stairs. The belt around his waist was pure silver and he could feel the heat even through his clothes. He guessed that was enough reason for his body not to turn. His eyes went back to Draco who was still staring off into space.
"Watch your step, Potter," Blaise called out and Harry carefully stepped down the stairs. He cursed the chain tying his ankles together in his mind. He stumbled once but the Official on his right caught him before he fell. Finally they reached the ground level and Harry was roughly led into cage. He whimpered as an official shoved him too close to the silver bars on the gate.
"Hey! Careful with him! He's no longer in your procession, you got it? He gets hurt and that's your ass," Blaise growled, his hand on his wand. The man raised his hands in defeat and Harry sank to his knees.
"We'll leave the muzzle," Agent Mullins said as he carefully removed the belt and cuffs from Harry's limbs. "I feel like you might need that in the next two weeks. I'll be back myself on the sixth of June to start his Wolfsbane. Good day Mr. Zambini." With that, the three man disapparated and the wards on Draco's house were restored. Blaise sighed before swinging the gate shut.
"Welcome home, Potter," He said sadly before returning up the stairs. Harry crouched in the corner, not daring to take the muzzle off even though he easily could. Had Draco changed his mind? Did he not want him anymore? With a small sob Harry curled up in the make shift bed, growling as his body tried to shift again.
AN: I hope you liked it, please review. And yes, I'm aware that's not the real year the Final Battle accrued.