Title: Fidelity, Part Four of Twelve: Finding Truth

Author: Gryffindor

A/N: In this chapter, we don't find any snogging. (Groan.) However, we are introduced to a new character who is remotely important later on in the story. I want to let you guys know that I have everything for the whole story planned out already, such as where it is, where it's going, and so on. I'm not making this up as I go along, because that's just really difficult for me. I have the couples already, the deaths, etc., but if I get a big wave of response for guy X to be with girl X, then I might change it. It's pretty satisfactory, couple wise. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: All characters and places (except London) belong to Joanne Kathleen Rowling (J.K Rowling), except Jonathan and his wife, Thayet, (and also the name Buri) 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 also stole the girl in the image (read to see what I'm talking about) from the series, too. (If you've read the series: Guess who that is? hehe.) Jim, that Chinese fellow, is all mine.

Plot: We find out what happened to Sirius, Remus and Jonathan, and it's not exactly pretty. We also find out who's side Draco is really on, and whether he was just lying to Harry that morning or not. Suspicous little man. Harry passes out, and Draco finds out that daddy knows all about everything. Thayet Figg takes a slightly larger role.

Rating: PG-13 for language.

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In the weeks that Draco Malfoy had been at the Burrow, he had found a new solitude. Nobody in the house had talked to him since the day he arrived, and it was mildly comforting to think that he wasn't being watched every second. He could also do whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, and nobody would ever pay it any mind. He hadn't yet gained the trust of Harry Potter or his sidekicks yet, though, but Draco was almost sure that was impossible.

Of course, everything he had said to Harry the day he arrived was a lie. He knew it was very convincing, he had always been a great actor. As long as he kept playing at this, he would definitly fool his enemy. The only thing Draco was after was power. It had become his obsession in the past few years. Harry had almost always beat him at everything, and this past year it was even worse. The famous Harry Potter had added another heroic deed onto his list by competing in the Triwizard Tournament and fighting Voldemort again. To top it off, he had brought back the body of Cedric Diggory, thus naming him the hero of the school. Add the thousand galleons to that and Harry Potter was pretty much the ultimate teenager. Draco had always wondered what power like that felt like. All that popularity.

Humming, Draco walked over to the window and began drumming his fingers on the sill, trying not to think about his personal mission. He flipped on the radio.

"'I May Be A Tiny Chimney Sweep But I've Got An Enormous Broom' comes in as number one this we—" A strong tune of music came on. "We interrupt this program for a special news bulliten. Three weeks ago we found three bodies on a tiny Muggle street in London, which had been burnt to the ground. Experts have finally discovered who two of the men are: the only man in history to escape from Azkaban, Sirius Black, who was last seen around the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, and a former professor at the school, Remus Lupin. They are still attempting to break through the charm placed on the third body, the Polivis Charm. It is a protection charm; it holds the spirit of the dead person safe until the placer of the charm breaks it and the spirit may roam free. It is a rather painful experience, and this charm is only used on people who have a great importance. Updates everyday, at 6 o'clock..."

After making sure the man was finished with the bulliten, Draco switched it off. Perfect. If he told Harry about Sirius Black being sacked, he was sure Harry would think he cared. Even a little bit. Draco knew that Sirius was innocent.. His father had talked about Sirius Black and his false crimes many times, always ranting on about how Sirius was never a loyal servant to the Master, but how he still deserved to be in Azkaban. He had never said why, however. Probably just blowing off steam. Draco sighed, and began to wonder how he knew so much suddenly. He knew what had happened to the third man, even though he didn't know who the man was. Maybe all Death Eaters know everything that Lord Voldemort wants them to know, Draco thought suddenly, as he ran his fingers over the burn on his forearm. He shuddered at the sudden shear of pain.

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"Alright Jim, I'll be right down." Thayet Figg's voice echoed through the small office. The man's head vanished from her fireplace with a pop! as she skipped from her office. She hurried down the corridors and into the dungeon, a stench filling her nose as she entered the dark, damp area. She headed towards the office at the end of the hall. Pushing her way inn she was greeted with a young Chinese man.

"Jim," she said with a smile. He got up from behind his desk and walked over to her. He planted a kiss on her rosy cheek.

"Thayet," he took her hands in his. "It's been a long time. Here, sit, sit." He lead her over to a chair in front of his desk.

"How are you and Jon?"

"We're alright." She opened a conversation hole immedately. "We decided recently that we weren't ready for kids. Well, he decided. I wasn't very happy about it." She nibbled on her crimson lip. "We got in a small fight, but everything is alright." The man nodded. "How's Buri?"

"She's healthy. The baby is due December 12th, right on time." He coughed. "It was something that she said... the reason I called you here was to tell you about it. She said... she said you met your One."

Thayet held his gaze. "What?" she said shakily.

"She had a vision, about two weeks ago. You and a man meeting." Thayet thought back. Hm... two weeks. She suddenly realized. Oh no! Could it be... Sirius or Remus? She looked uncertainly at her friend, and mumbled a small, "Oh."

"Don't worry about it now, Thayet. Buri will let you know if she sees anything else." Thayet nodded.

"Thanks." She got up.

"Hey, be careful down by cell F174. I hear the one in that cell is pretty vicous. I'll let you know if tests should be administered."

"Alright, thanks again." She blew a playful kiss to him as she left. He smiled and waved shortly, already engrossed in another piece of work.

Thayet ventured down corridor F, the torches blazing at her side, making her sweat. Reaching the dark bars of cell 174, she peered inside and at the sleeping body, and the tips of her lips curved into the tiniest of a smile.

"Remus Lupin?"

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Draco swung down the stairs and into the kitchen. He was greeted by the sight of three merry friends sitting around the large wooden table, and a smaller, potite redhead shuffling around near the stove, waving her mother's wand about. As Draco took a seat on the lonely side of the table, he was completely ignored. Clearing his throat loudly to get their attention, he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned foward, propping himself up on the table with his outstretched elbows. Ron stopped talking and looked at Draco, clearly annoyed.

"Was there something you wanted to tell us, Malfoy?" he said sarcastically.

Draco shook his head shortly. "Not exactly. Just trying to... ya know, make conversation by means of hacking."

"Go ahead, then." Hermione had turned to look at Draco with a bored expression, but was clearly interested on something that he might be trying to say.

Not caring to have a damp spirit from sarcasim, "Well, did you hear about the Azkaban escapee who finally got it in along with that Professor?" This bit of news turned all the heads in the kitchen.

"Who?" Harry asked. He looked a bit more pale than before Draco had spoken, one second ago.

"That... Black man. And the poor professor wolfman, Lupin. I just heard it on the radio."

"Dead?" Harry's voice was just above a whisper.

"Finally." Draco shook his head before looking at the three on the opposite side of the table. "What's wrong?" he asked slowly.

"You say Sirius and Remus are... dead? How can that be?"

"They're only human... well, you know, not Lupin, but... why do you all look like you've just heard of your father's death, not your convicted killer..."

Harry let out a small noise that sounded like a gasping sigh, before going limp in his chair and falling onto Hermione's shoulder. Ginny gasped and Ron jumped foward, then began to shake Harry by the shoulders. Hermione started to slap his cheeks softly. Draco looked at the three, who really looked ridiculous together, utterly confused.

"Hurry, bring him over to the couch—"

"No, no, bring him into the bedroom... come on."

Draco watched as the three carried the limp form across the kitchen and out of the room. He got up and followed them into the bedroom where they sat Harry down onto the mussed-up bed. He watched as Hermione leaned over him and began talking feverishly, while Ginny sat down in a chair next to the bed and began to weep silently. Draco's head was spinning.

"What's wrong with him?" he asked as Ron came his way.

Ron sighed deeply and bowed his head. "Sirius Black was Harry's godfather, and was really innocent. Lupin was one of his dad's best friends... I guess he's just shocked." He turned and looked at Harry.

"Don't you think it's a little dramatic to faint? I mean, it's already bad enough—"

"Shut up," Hermione hissed at Draco. He narrowed his eyes, but didn't reply.

The next few hours, the four took turns watching Harry, waiting for him to finally wake up. Draco was still trying to figure out everything that had just happened, trying to piece parts of the puzzle of the past together to make sense of it. He was surprised to hear that Sirius was one of Harry's most trusted friend and advisor, since everyone believed that he was a convicted killer. Apparently the Death Eaters weren't the only ones who knew Sirius Black was an innocent man.

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Remus Lupin woke up, feeling rather warm and tired. His eyelides fluttering open, he saw that he was in a room, which was dimly lighted a calming orange candle glow. Turning his head slightly to the right, he was greeted with a richly dressed bousom.

"Are you feeling alright?" A slightly familar voice rung in his ear.

"I ache in every corner of my body..." He looked up at the woman's face, and gasped, surprised. "Thayet Figg?"

"Hello, Mr. Lupin."

"Where am I? What happened?"

"I found you, at my building. I brought you here, to this hotel. I decided to leave after I checked you in, but I thought I should stay at least until you woke up."

"You found me... at your work?"

"Yes, I was working down in the dungeons and I saw you. You looked hurt, so I wanted to make sure you were alright. I brought you here. Um, your clothes..." She paused. "They were wet and dirty, so I had them washed." She pointed to a chair across the room, covered in a pile of white, fluffy clothes.

"Oh... thank you."

"Did you sleep well, Mr. Lupin?"

"I'm sure I did. How long have I been here?

Thayet shifted. "Two days."

Remus raised his eyebrows and let out a deep sigh. "Two days? And you waited here?"

"Two days," she whispered, and smiled at him. There was a loaded pause as Remus was thinking. It seemed like eternity before he spoke up.

"Thayet?" He was begginning to feel a little dizzy from all the smoke.

"Hm?"

"When I... kissed your hand, the other day, I saw something."

"Oh?" She shifted again. "You did? What was it?"

"An image... of a lady."

"A redhead?" He nodded.

"Who is she?"

"An old friend."

"Okay... why did I see your old friend?"

Thayet was thinking fast. Do I tell this man that he and I were meant to be into eternity? I mean, I've only just met the man and I would be suggesting... "Well, see, my friend brought me to Jon, and he's my true love, so, whenever any signs of affection, or love, are shown, it... it's sort of like an explination. The deeper and more..." Another pause. "—passionate, the love is shown, the longer and more explanitory it is."

"An explination? Of what?"

"Of what happened to me... a long time ago."

"What did happen to you, Thayet?"

Blushing deeply, Thayet scooted towards the center of the bed, making it bounce slightly. "There's only one way to find that out, Remus Lupin."

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An owl swooped down into the jacket, laying over the back of the wooden chair, a thin letter attached to it's bony leg. Glancing at the writing on the envelope, Draco's heart skipped a beat. Oh no. He walked over to the bird and untied the letter. The bird swooped out the window as he opened it.

Draco-
What do you think you are doing? I've heard the conversation between you and the Potter boy, and I very much hope, for your sake, that this is a little addition of yours to the Plan. Lord Voldemort will be watching you, son, and remember: he is always watching.
Lucius Malfoy

Draco's lip trembled. I should get back to the Burrow. He laid a couple coins on the counter and pushed his way out of the bar. He began down the street as fast as possible. After a few minutes of fighting the rush, he began to wonder if maybe he was being watched right now. Damn, he thought, looking around. Not noticing where he was going, he bumped into someone.

"Oh, excuse me, I'm sorry—"

"No, no, it's alright..." The girl had bent down to pick up her bag, and now she raised her head. Draco retracted back in surprise.

"Hermione? What are you doing here?"

"I was just shopping for awhile and... I was going to go get a drink down at Three Broomsticks." She gazed at him uncertainly as he looked around the street. "Uh... do you want to come with me?" Draco shook his head, directing his attention on her again, and grabbed her arm, softly but forcefully.

"Come with me." He started pulling her towards a small coffee shop on the other side of the street. Rushing her inside and to a table in the back, he gave her the letter and watched as she read it. When she had finished, she shrugged and set it down.

"Were you telling Harry the truth?" He gave her a dark look. "Well... were you?"

"Of course I was. You know it."

Hermione sniffed and looked Draco in the eyes. "So... what do you want me to do about it?"

Draco sighed.

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If this chapter is extremely confusing, I'm sorry. I write a lot of my ideas down in a small notebook and scan through it for inspiration when I'm writing, and this one is sort of mixed and matched everywhere. I hope you could understand most parts of it. And, yeah, the whole Thayet/Remus part is weak in plot, but who cares. This story needs some sort of scandal. (Hint, hint: they'll be getting it on in the next chapter, but shhh...) Thanks again to all you wonderful reviewers, please keep 'em coming, and I'll get chapter five up as soon as possible. :)