Title: Fidelity, Part Two of Twelve: False Deception

Author: Gryffindor

A/N: Thanks to all the lovely people who reviewed the first chapter, your comments were much appreicated. :) Please note that I write little portions of this is in my spare time, and sometimes it's a couple days before I write again, so a lot of it is tuned in and out. Don't ask.

Disclaimer: All characters and places (except London, of course) belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling (J.K Rowling), except Jonathan and his wife, who the names and main character developement I have stolen from Tamora Pierce's Song of the Lioness series (a.k.a. The Alanna Series). I love those books, so.

Plot: As Harry sulks around, lonely, at the Dursley's, Hermione is caught in a rather 'showy' situation with Draco. Sirius (the wonderful) and Remus come into the story, and they go to retrieve a certain person for Dumbledore.

Rating: PG-13 for language. Maybe a little more. Oh yeah, and a bit of 'nudity'. Nothing descriptive, though. (Phew, don't you think?)

Okay, here we go...

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Sirius smiled at his best friend. "It's been a long time, Remus."

"Too long. How are you?" Remus' eyes glinted.

"I'm rather hungry... have you got anything to eat?"

"Sure, come into the kitchen." Remus motioned for Sirius to follow him through the door on the left side of the room. Leading Sirius in, he began to wonder exactly why his friend was here. Sitting down, he turned to Sirius.

"What's wrong, Padfoot?" he asked hastily. He knew Sirius wouldn't come out in public when he was still at large, unless it was something important. Like now.

"Yo- Voldemort is back," Sirius whispered, staring Remus stiffly in the eyes.

"I know," he replied, trying to keep Sirius calm. "What does it have to do with us? Are we needed?"

"Dumbledore wants us."

"Does he now?" Remus winked playfully, hoping his friend wouldn't get upset and start throwing things, or worse, break down and cry. Sirius was known to overreact in times, unfortunatly. This time, however, he seemed completely together. Strangely together, Remus thought.

"I'm serious, Remus. Dumbledore wants us to get Jonathan Figg and a few others, and report back to him. He needs us to fight with him."

Remus raised an eyebrow, more interested in who he was retrieving with Sirius then the fact that he would be fighting the Dark Lord. "Arabella's son? How old is he?"

"Twenty-three, I believe. He's Harry's protection in Surrey, you know."

Remus sat up. "Is he? For how long?"

Sirius shook his head. "No time for anymore questions. We have to get Jonathan and get back to Dumbledore as fast as possible. We have to hurry. So grab a cloak, and lets go. I'll explain everything on the way. Oh, and bring some food with you." He smiled, and got up. Transforming into a big, shaggy, black dog, he watched Remus pull out a cloak from the small closet and swing it over his shoulders, sighing. Grabbing some food, and stuffing it into a bag, he then turned to the dog.

"London?"

The dog nodded.

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For a second, neither moved. Hermione was squashed against the counter, trying to cover up, while Draco stared at her, spellbound.

"Stop staring at me, Malfoy!" Hermione finally gasped, reaching down for her towel. Draco's pale face suddenly became very flushed, and he turned away quickly.

"I'm— I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to... um... drop your towel," he said, talking outside through the open door, hoping she could hear him over the thunder.

"Well, you scared me," Hermione said, wrapping the towel around herself again. "You can look no—"

She was cut off by the sound of footsteps, padding towads the kitchen.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" It was Ginny.

Hermione ran over and pushed Draco out the door, slamming it quickly, right as Ginny appeared.

"What happened?" she asked, panting.

"There was a, um, spider. On the floor. It scared me. I'm sorry I woke you.."

Ginny put a hand on her chest and laughed. "I thought You-Know-Who was attacking or something. I'm going back to bed, alright?"

Hermione nodded. "Good night, Ginny." Ginny smiled and waved as she left. Sighing in relief, Hermione opened the backdoor again.

"Malfoy?" She looked around. Nodboy was there. "Erg," she said under her breath, closing the door slowly. She cleaned up the broken glass on the floor, drenched in pumpkin juice, and silently moped up. Forgetting about her midnight snack, she ventured upstairs quickly. As she came into her room and closed the door, she reached over to the light switch, but her hand rushed quickly to her face as an arm snaked around her ear and covered her mouth.

"Don't scream."

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Harry yawned and turned over. His clock read 12:01AM. He was rather tired, but he couldn't fall asleep. It was nice to know that he was now 15 years old, but he was also afraid that this might be his last birthday. He could just hope that it would be good. Despite his drowsy mind, he decided to write Ron and tell him about Jonathan Figg. He wanted Ron to come with him and talk to Jonathan before they went back to Hogwarts. Harry just didn't feel like going without his best friend. Ron had written him tons of letters anyway, so he felt guilty about not replying, and thought he should.

Ron,
Sorry I haven't replied to your letters. Just so you know, the Dursley's are treating me all right, and I'm fine. At first the Dursley's were pretending to care about me, but I think they came to the conclusion that if they just leave me alone things would be better. Maybe they're right. It's really lonely, though, and I wouldn't mind coing and visiting you and Hermione at the Burrow. Is Hermione even there yet? You said she'd probably be there by now, right? How is she? Same old Hermione? Are you guys planning to go to Diagon Alley the week before school starts? Maybe I'll meet you there, if I'm not already with you.
I went over to Arabella Figg's last yesterday. It was my third time this summer, and I finally got some answers. Her son, Jonathan Figg, is the person who has been protecting me for a couple years, but she was doing it before then. He lives in London, about a mile away from King's Cross. I was planning to go and talk to him before school starts up again, and I'd feel a lot better if you, and Hermione, were there with me. I'm not sure when or how, but I have some questions to ask him that can't wait very long. Anyway, the weather is horrid here. Really gloomy. How is everything there? I hope I'll see you soon, as you might be able to tell from my letter, I'm left with nothing to do but sit and think, and it isn't always my favorite thing to do.

Harry

Harry addressed the letter quickly, and turned to Hedwig, who was already awake and ready to deliver. Harry smiled. Hedwig knew him so well.

"Take this to Ron, and hurry." She nibbled his finger and swooped out the open window. Harry sighed, watching her disappear into the stormy night, and thought to himself, Life is never what you expect.

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Sirius knocked on the door of apartment number 17, his eyes nervously scanning the streets repeatidly, watching for any sign of human life. The door opened, and a beautiful young woman in her early twenties opened the door.

"Can I help you?" she asked politely, looking at Sirius and Remus with a look that screamed with uninterest.

"We are look for Jonathan Figg, does he live here?" Remus asked.

She nodded. "May I ask who you gentlemen are?"

"I'm— Sam Black, and this is Professor Remus Lupin." She nodded again.

"Sam?"

"Yes, Sam."

She smiled. "One moment, please." They heard her talking to someone in muffled voices, then heard footsteps coming their way. A young man appeared in the doorway when the woman had been. He had a hard expression on his face. His brown hair and black eyes, along with the small mustache made him look very superior.

"Hello, is there something I can do for you?"

"Yes, if you're Jonathan Figg." He nodded. "Dumbledore needs you. He sent us to come get you."

Jonathan looked remotely excited. "What does he need me for?"

"Lord Voldemort has returned to his human form, and Dumbledore needs your help to defeat him, again." Sirius said the last part as if it were painful.

The young man didn't look very excited anymore. "Who did you say you were?"

"Lupin and Black."

Jonathan smiled slightly. "Where are my manners, come in, come in."

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Hermione nodded, terrified. They took their hand off her mouth, and she whipped around.

"Malfoy! How did you get up here?"

"Your window. You didn't lock it. That's pretty dangerous, you know."

"Why are you here?" Hermione shivered. She was getting cold in just a towel.

"All I need to know where Potter is. I thought he'd be here, so I decided to check your room first—"

"You are such an ass."

"I work on it."

Hermione sighed. "Well, he's still at his uncle's. Ron is going to pick him up tomorrow. Why do you want to know, anyway?"

"I have a few things to say to him."

"Can't it wait until we get back to school? Harry has a lot of things on his mind right now." Draco shook his head.

"You might want to take your towel off."

"What?" Hermione scoffed. "Don't you think you've seen enough tonight?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "You just look cold. You should change into something warmer."

"Oh.. right. Well, thanks." She coughed, and walked over to her dresser. Pulling out some silk, she never once took her eyes off Draco.

"Where does he live?"

"Who? Harry?" Draco nodded, looking bored. "You're not going to kill him, are you?" Draco laughed and shook his head.

"Would I ask you where he lives if I were going to kill him? I'm just going to talk to him, trust me."

"I don't." She gave him a cold look, which he willingly returned. "If you must know, he lives in Surrey; Little Whinging. Privet Drive... number 4, I think."

He nodded again. "Well, I'm off, then."

She raied both eyebrows. Finally. "Thank you."

He walked past her and began to climb out the window.

"Draco, wait." Hermione breathed, watching him.

He spun around. "What?"

"You, um, didn't see anything, alright?"

He smirked. "You know what? For a mudblood, you look pretty good without your clothes on." He ducked out the window quickly as Hermione threw her towel at his head, and screamed.

"Malfoy!"

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"So, Albus Dumbledore wants Jon to come and help him defeat the Dark Lord?" the lady who answered the door, Jonathan's wife, Thayet Figg, questioned, puzzeled. Sirius nodded, looking rather glum. Jonathan had gone off to pack, leaving Thayet to entertain Sirius and Remus.

"You two are wizards?"

Remus nodded. "We both are... you aren't a witch, Mrs. Figg?"

Thayet blushed. "Not an ounce of magic left in me. In the old days, I could do some mag—"

"The old days?" Sirius interrupted curiously. Remus glared at him, looking irratated, as if he had been very interested in what Thayet had been saying.

"I'm not as young as you think, Sirius." They bothed smiled. Her face seemed to light up when she smiled, and her brown ringlets shone, her eyes filled with a firey passion. She's a very interesting woman, Sirius thought to himself, staring at her. He look over at Remus, who was staring at her, perplexed.

"You aren't a Veela, are you?" Sirius asked, bringing his friend back down to Earth.

"No, she isn't." Jonathan had appeared behind the couch, and was staring at his beautiful wife. "We should get going, right?"

"Oh, right." Remus got up and, taking Thayet's hand, brushed his lips slowly across it. Sirius sighed impatiently. Jonathan's eyes flashed. Thayet just smiled. Jonathan walked over, and, getting in between Remus and Thayet, kissed Thayet fiercely, and whispered something to her. She sniffed and nodded. Sirius, Remus and Jonathan walked out together, leaving Thayet, feeling very much alone.

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The sun began to creep in through the window, reflecting into the desk from Harry's glasses. The sudden light and the noises woke Harry with a start.
RAP-RAP-RAP. He heard a noise echo throughout the room, and he looked over to the window. A broomstick tip. He got out of his deskchair and walked over to the window, stretching his arms.

"Ron?" Harry asked groggily, opening the window. As he shifted so the sun wouldn't be in his eyes, and to see who it was outside, he jumped back.

"Malfoy? What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed. Draco grinned, his perfect teeth glinting.

"I just wanted to stop by and talk... aren't you going to invite me in?" he added smugly.

Harry nodded sarcasticly. "Yeah, whatever. The worst you could do would be to kill me, and that would just deprive Voldemort of the pleasure, and then Ron would kill yo—"

"Potter?"

Harry nodded again and opened the window the rest of the way. He walked over and sat down on his bed, rubbing his eyes.

"Why did you say you came?" he asked Draco, sighing. Apparently he wasn't expecting his arch rival to show right now, because he was completely defenceless and completely out of it.

"You're not happy to see me, Potter? I thought you'd be raving about my new cloak. Classy, ain't it?" He spun around slowly. Harry snorted.

"Seriously Malfoy, what do you want?"

"I just came here to... tell you something important..." Draco paused.

"You aren't going to tell me you love me, are you?"

Draco, pretending not to hear him, went on. "There is a plot against your life, and my father has sent me to to become friends with you and gain your trust, so that I might be able to lure you to a certain place, where we'll meet up with Voldemort. He'll kill you, and then make me his most honored Death Eater." Draco said all of this very fast, and evily, as if he enjoyed and envied the words. "It all sounds like loads of fun to me, but I'm not too excited about becoming tangeled in a group of Death Eaters so soon, so I'm telling you this so you won't believe anything I say."

"Right. Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked, calmly, as if everything Draco had just told him was something very natural.

"So I have an excuse to stick around with you all summer instead of going home."

Harry scoffed. "You're joking, right? You actually want to stay around me, Harry Potter, for the rest of the summer instead of going home to your big mansion and riding your broomstick around the country and laughing evily?" Draco nodded, amused.

"Exactly."

Harry studied Draco. After a couple minutes, he shook his head. "Alright. You can stay with me. We might be spending the whole summer in this bedroom, though."

"Oh, don't worry, I have my broom. I can leave whenever you want me to."

"Just don't come near me. Or talk to me. Or look at me. Or... anything."

Draco laughed. "Deal. But— we have to promise to stay within at least a mile of each other. I mean, my father will be watching us, making sure I'm gaining your trust and whatever."

"You aren't as evil as you pretend to be, I guess." Draco didn't reply. "Okay, but you owe me, Malfoy. I don't enjoy being around you." Yawning again, Harry's eyelids began to droop.

"You're actually giving in? I thought it would take a lot more than just asking for you to say yes."

"Well, I'm tired, and I dont know what I'm saying."

Draco nodded. "So, it's a deal?"

"Deal." They shook hands quickly. This is so wrong, Harry thought. He fell back onto his bed, watching the ceiling for a minute, before falling into a deep, deep sleep.

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Hedwig swooped through the kitchen window.

"Hey, Hermione! It's a letter from Harry!" Ron called, unattaching the scroll from the owl's outstretched leg. Unrolling the parchment, Ron scanned the letter quickly. "Hermione!" he yelled again. "Wake up! I'm going to pick up Harry!" Ron heard some tossing around upstairs, footsteps coming his way, and seconds later, Hermione and Ginny were standing in front of him, in pajamas and slippers, jackets drapped over their shoulders. I'm glad none of my family is here, he thought, blushing as he eyed Hermione closely in her short night gown. Except Ginny, he reminded himself quickly, taking his eyes off Hermione's legs. He turned away and took a deep breath, then picked up his father's car keys.

"Let's go," he said, opening the door and starting out.

"You're not going to take dad's new car... are you?" Ginny asked him, wide eyed.

"Oh, come on, Ginny. Nobody will see us this time. It's new; it works perfectly." The red headed boy gave the girl a pleading look. She shook her head, but—

"Alright, alright. Let's go." Ron smiled and ran out the door, followed closely by his little sister and life long friend. Anything, Ginny thought to herself, if it's for Harry.

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