In Too Deep

by Sticks and Stones

(Slash) Draco dreams of Harry being kidnapped by an anti-Voldemort, anti-Muggle faction and awakes to see the same incident described in the morning paper. As a new year at Hogwarts begins, will Draco come forth with what he knows and help Harry?

3. Unwanted Visitors

Title: In Too Deep (3/?)

Author: Sticks and Stones

E-mail: sticks_and_stones101@yahoo.com

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not belong to me. Sorry.

Warning: Slash, some violence later on, I guess . . . rated R to be safe

Summary: (Slash) Draco dreams of Harry being kidnapped by an anti-Voldemort, anti-Muggle faction and awakes to see the same incident described in the morning paper. Will Draco come forth with what he knows and help Harry?

Author's Note: Excuse me before hand for my pathetic attempt at Hagrid's dialect.

Thanks to all of the reviewers because I was really hesitant about posting this fic.

Special thanks to Beck for the comments. I'll go back and fix some things. I'm a fan of 'Boys and Girls'!

Chapter Three: Unwanted Visitors

"RON, WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" screamed Arthur Weasley, his face turning red as he struggled to keep the hand that was holding his wand from shaking. "WHY IS THERE A WANTED CRIMINAL IN THE LIVING ROOM?!!"

Ron winced. "Dad, I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation-"

Before Ron could get another word out, the fireplace crackled again and another man came out. Sirius stepped aside and allowed Remus to join him in the room. Remus straightened up, stretched a bit and brushed the ashes off of his shoulder before he noticed everyone gapping at him.

"Er . . . have we come at a bad time?" he asked, glancing at Sirius. The other man just shrugged.

"P-professor Lupin?" squeaked Ginny, peeking out from behind her father.

Remus got a better look at the people in the room. He barely recognized the teens. After all, it had been a while since he'd last seen his former students. "Is that you, Ginny? And Fred and George, Ron and even Hermione! I-"

"ALRIGHT!" roared Ron's father, causing everyone to jump. The room fell silent. "Please, what are you people doing in my house?"

"Harry," Sirius said simply. He then held his hands up, to show them that he was no threat.

Molly Weasley switched into her Mother Hen role. "Harry? You're the man that wanted to hurt him a few years back!"

"No, all of that was a misunderstanding!" insisted Sirius. He gave Ron a pleading look. "Help me out here!" he hissed.

"Oh, right! Dad, Mum, this is Harry's godfather. He's . . . um . . . a . . . pretty nice guy?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "That was perfect, Ron! Look, maybe we should just sit down and talk about this . . . Mr. Weasley . . . can you put away your wand?"

Arthur looked hesitant, then shook his head quickly. "If I'm in no danger of an attack, then it shouldn't matter whether or not I have my wand out, now does it."

" . . . I guess not," muttered Hermione. "Okay, let's sit and discuss this like calm and rational adults."

Molly turned to George, Fred and Ginny. "Go on, get out of here!" They reluctantly shuffled off, but not without some protest from the twins. Ron tried to escape, too, and was pulled back roughly by the collar of his shirt.

Arthur and Molly sat close together on the couch, forcing Hermione and Ron to sit down next to them. The two 'guests' sat across from them on wooden chains. They sat there in uncomfortable silence until Ron cleared his throat.

"Okay, now, where do we start?"

*~*

Professor Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of the prestigious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, sat at his desk, sipping at his usual morning tea and partaking of a hearty feast of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans and the occasional Lemon Drop while a fierce war was being fought right outside his door. Hogwarts was under attack . . .

By the press.

Word that members of the Hogwarts staff had been assigned to keep protective wards up around Harry's 'safe house' had somehow became public knowledge in a matter of hours, and the wizarding world wanted some answers.

Unfortunately, Dumbledore was not at the liberty to give any statements about the incident, simply because he did not know a thing. Surely Hogwarts and the Ministry of Magic would've been notified if anyone had tampered with the spells. No ordinary wizard, not even Voldemort himself, could've gotten around the protection undetected.

So what had happened?

Dumbledore popped a green Bean into his mouth frowned. Grass. Yuck.

Suddenly the door flew open and Minerva McGonagall, accompanied by a red-faced, furious Hagrid, stormed into the room. The giant quickly shut and leaned against the door as reporters rushed forth to shove their way into the room.

Professor McGonagall straightened up her robes, which had almost been yanked off by overzealous reporters and said, "I'm sorry, Albus, but you'll have to change your password. I'm afraid the people outside heard me when I came in."

"It's quite alright Minerva. And Hagrid, hello! What a nice surprise!" beamed the old man. He gestured to the rainbow of candies lying on his desk. "Would either of you like a Bean, or maybe a Lemon Drop?"

"No thank you, sir," said Minerva hastily. "I'm sure you know why we're here."

"What 'appened to Harry?" demanded Hagrid, who was seething with anger. "Those wards were supposed ta be perfect!"

The Headmaster plucked up another candy- a red Bean this time, which turned out to be cherry, and sucked on it slowly. "They were," he answered.

Minerva blinked. "Sir . . .?"

"What do yeh mean 'they were'?!" shouted Hagrid. "I mean no disrespect, sir, but if they were, then Harry wouldn't be in the hands o' those slimy Death Eaters!!"

"Yes, I understand that, Hagrid, but those wards were set up by the best around. I cannot understand where they went wrong," replied Dumbledore honestly. "They should've kept any wizard with a Dark Mark, or one that they weren't programmed to accept, out of the house."

Minerva paled. " . . . So are you saying that you have no idea what happened?"

"None at all. Mmm, grape! My favorite!"

Hagrid shifted his weight against the door and sighed heavily. "Sir, I ca'not stay 'ere all day. Yeh got to say somthin' to those people."

The Headmaster nodded and stood up, brushing a few candies into the big pockets of his robes to snack on later. "Alright, then. Hogwarts will release its first official statement."

*~*

Draco sat before his fireplace, polishing the beautiful wooden handle of his new broomstick. The soft sound of raindrops striking the rooftop kept him from going crazy from the silence that had filled the room just minutes ago, before the rain started to fall. The delicate crackling of burning wood wafted from the fireplace, along with a comfortable amount of heat that kept him cozy.

He grinned slightly as he ran a soft cloth up and down the handle with excessive care. What a nice day it was . . .

The broomstick that he'd been eagerly awaiting for nearly two weeks had finally arrived that afternoon. It had cost him a bundle, but it was the best broom out on the market and, with it, he was sure to sweep up the competition, or what little of it there was going to be during the upcoming year,

Draco held the broom slightly away from his body and eyed it with immense pleasure. The twigs were nice and evenly clipped, and fresh at that. The broom was so shiny from his ministrations that he could see his reflection in the beautiful, sturdy oak body. His eyes trailed up the length of it and this time a smirk appeared in his face.

He'd paid extra to have his name engraved in fancy cursive letters on the end of the stick, and had had a set of protective spells placed on it too. No one would be able to ride it except for him.

But that wasn't the thing that amused him the most.

What got him smiling was the fact that his broom was a Firebolt II.

He finally had one up on Potter. Too bad he wasn't going to be around to have his ass kicked during the Quidditch season.

So there was a down side to the whole thing. But a very minor one.

After all, his house would get the cup, like they should've that first year, and all of the others following that. With Potter gone, Dumbledore wouldn't be able to tack on some extra points at the last minute to save Gryffindor's behind. Potter wouldn't be there to suck up to the teachers to get extra points either.

What a wonderful year it would be!

Without warning, the fireplace snapped loudly, and then two big bodies came out, falling down onto the floor . . . and onto Draco. He managed to push his new broom out of the way before it, too, was crushed. Two more people emerged, but managed to avoid the collision on the floor.

"GET OFF DRAKKIE RIGHT NOW, YOU BIG JERKS!!" shouted Pansy Parkinson, stomping her feet. "You'll CRUSH him!!"

Goyle managed to pick himself up, then assisted Crabbe. Draco gasped for breath, then glared at the two. "What the hell are you doing here?"

Pansy looked hurt, and probably was. "Oh, Draco, can't your friends come by for a visit?"

" . . . what do you want?"

Crabbe grinned and pulled a big bottle of wine from his robes, along with three crystal glasses. Goyle pulled out two more and said, "We came to celebrate. Potter's finally getting his dues."

"I know YOU must be happy, Draco," replied a familiar, soft, airy voice. Draco turned around and stared directly into the eyes of Blaise Zambini. "Quidditch and all."

Draco frowned. What was Zambini doing at his house? They didn't hang around much at school. In fact, he rarely spoke to the guy at all, unless it was absolutely necessary. His voice always sent shivers up and down Draco's spine . . . with that feminine tone, soft and light, but with that ever-present mysterious underscore.

Not much was known about Blaise. He liked to keep to himself when in the dorms, but everyone knew that his father was a Death Eater, his mother too. That was the sort of news that traveled fast in the Slytherin dungeons.

He was an okay student, did all of his homework and kept up in class, but no where in Granger's or Draco's league. He didn't stand out, just sort of blended in with the crowd.

Although Draco honestly didn't know how, not with his looks.

Zambini had dark hair, just as dark as Harry's, but was longer. It fell down to his shoulders, and was usually kept in a tidy ponytail. A single, tiny silver ring hung from his nose and another from his left earlobe. His eyes were unlike any Draco had ever seen. One was almost purple, and the other was a honey color.

To sum it all up, Blaise Zambini was just plain . . . weird.

"Zambini . . ." muttered Draco, taking the boy's appearance in. "Didn't expect you here."

"Pansy dear invited me to this little party," said Blaise in his eerie voice. "Thought I'd come, to get to know you better. After all, I suspect that you'll usher in the new changes around Hogwarts, now that Potter's not around."

"New changes? What?"

"It's absurd the way the so-called Headmaster allows all of those Mudbloods into Hogwarts. The school's going to pot," sneered Blaise. It was clear that the others agreed with him, because they were all nodding their heads.

"See, Draco," said Crabbe, "Blaise here is just like us. We should've found him a long time ago."

Draco, however, was not one to trust another so easily. Especially not a weird-o like Zambini. He didn't like the way the boy kept staring at him, and that grin on his face bothered him. Not to mention his obsession with piercing and tattoos.

Well, maybe this year won't be as peaceful as I thought. I better keep an eye on Zambini . . .

*~*

"My name is Diamante, and I am the leader of the Dark Sunrise," said the elf.

"Dark . . . what?"

"The Dark Sunrise. An anti-Muggle group, also out for the defeat of Voldemort. Do not worry, Harry Potter, we are not out to hurt you. You are the ticket to our success, and we need you alive."

Harry glared at the man standing before him. "Anti-Muggle? Tell, me how you're any different from the Death Eaters," he sneered, not believing one word that had come from Diamante's mouth.

"Gladly. Unlike the Death Eaters, who go around making themselves known my killings and such, the Dark Sunrise is more . . .undercover. No one but its members know of the existence of this group, and that is the beauty of it. Second of all, we are not overly violent."

Harry snickered. "Oh, yeah? Well, how in the world do you expect to overthrow Voldemort and his followers without using violence? Will you wish them away?"

Diamante ignored Harry's remark and walked around the back of his chair, untying the ropes that held him down. Harry instantly leapt up, only to find himself trapped. The three robed people were still guarding the door, and there was no other exit.

"Like I said, Harry, we are not out to hurt you."

"Then what do you want with me?"

"We want you to join our side."

*~*

"Would you like some tea, Sirius?" asked Molly politely, coming into the living room with a pot of steaming tea and several cups. She poured some of the liquid for herself, then some for her husband.

"Yes, thank you," replied Sirius with a smile on his face.

Ron lay stretched out on the couch, taking deep, deep breaths. It had taken a while to get his father to believe the story about the happenings of his third year, and he slightly suspected that he still didn't trust either one of the men.

"Next time you decide to pay me a visit, Padfoot, be kind and give me a warning, okay?" muttered Ron. "Someone could've gotten their head blown off!"

"Sorry about that Ron," said Sirius sheepishly before taking a sip of his tea. "I was so worried about Harry that I didn't think."

Hermione nodded. "We're all worried. School is going to start in a few days . . . things won't be the same without him."

"ARGH!!" exclaimed Ron, startling everyone in the room. He sat up quickly and an angry look flashed onto his face. "I bet those slimy Slytherin are living it up! They're gonna take the Quidditch Cup this year without Harry on our side!"

Molly slapped her son on the back of his hand. "Honestly, Ron, think of something else for a change! This is a serious issue here!"

"Sorry, Mum."

Arthur gave his son a look, then said, "I'm sorry that I couldn't give you any answers. I wish I knew more myself."

"It's alright," replied Remus, just as a big gray owl flew through the open kitchen window and into the living room, depositing a thick stack of letters on the table. Molly paid the owl and shooed it away, then sorted through the mail after handing half of the stack to her husband.

Receiving mail was a hassle for the Weasley family. With so many children, and with Arthur having such an important job, there were letters by the truckload that arriving daily. Sometimes it even took more than one owl, or more than one trip, to bring everything to them.

That day was no exception. There seemed to be tons of mail for Ron, probably from friends who were concerned about Harry, many for Ginny and some for the twins. Arthur's pile of mail was growing and growing as they continued to sort.

At the bottom of Molly's pile were four Hogwarts letters. She called loudly for her other children, who came running down as fast as they could. They were curious about their visitors, she could tell. "Here are your school letters, dears." She passed them around.

Fred and George eagerly eyed Sirius Black, making him squirm a bit.

"Are you really SIRIUS BLACK?" asked Fred with little hesitation.

He nodded slowly.

"WOW!! This is awesome! THE Sirius Black, convict and all, is sitting in our living room, drinking tea!" exclaimed George. "So . . . like . . . you're not really a murderer, right?"

"I'm . . . Harry's Godfather," replied Sirius, "not a murderer."

"That's enough, boys," said Molly sternly. "Take a look at what we need to buy. We can visit Diagon Alley tomorrow morning."

*~*

Draco was not able to get rid of his company until late at night, when he'd shoved them into the fireplace and sent them on their way. Once they were gone, he quickly changed into his nightclothes, blew out the candles that illuminated his room, and fell into bed.

He briefly considered waiting up for his father, who hadn't returned from the Death Eater meeting yet, but then decided against it. Who cared what he had to say, especially if it was something about Potter?

Draco was exhausted, his eyelids were heavy. He almost fell asleep the instant his head hit his pillow, but first, two thoughts invaded his mind.

Gotta make a trip to Diagon Alley in the morning . . .

And . . .

I hope Potter stays out of my dreams tonight.

Author's Note: Will Harry be in his dreams? Both Ron and Draco will be at Diagon Alley in the morning . . . what will happen? WHY does Dumbledore seem to be too calm about the whole thing?

P.S.- Check out my other pen name, Enchantress101 if you're an amine fan, particularly DBZ.