Emotions Run High
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and Bloomsbury publishing own all characters, except for Elbat Kalt which is an invention of mine meaning a type of wolf.
A/N: If you dislike SLASH don't read this, or if you are against lemon at all, there is a bit in this fic, not much because I'm no good at it. Sorry about the whole Dumbledore's character thing, but he is hard to keep in character and still manipulate into my story.
Summary: Harry has defeated the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He, however, lost all his friends in the process. Or did he?
The Shock (Part one):
Harry sat there; staring at him, fighting the urge to look away, until he was interrupted by Snape.
"Well?! Are you going to answer me?" Snape demanded, "Or sit there like a confused swine?"
"Elbat Kalt fat could be found in Germany, or occasionally in Tahiti. They can stand in weather if need be but prefer the cool temperatures. This is why they are not commonly found in Tahiti." Harry answered sounding like Hermione used to, as if he'd swallowed the text book."
"Two points to Gryffindor for a correct answer and….lets see… 12 points from Gryffindor for not rephrasing it into their own words!" Snape spat quite disgusted that Harry actually knew. Snape normally picked on Harry for two reasons; one, he despised him, and two; he usually didn't know so he had the chance to take points away from Gryffindor.
One hour of tormenting questions later the class filed out of the dungeon Draco and Harry emerged deeply in conversation. Ever since Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Justin, Colin, Ernie and Blaise had perished Harry and Draco had become quite close friends. It was hard not to be seeing they had spent almost one year in Azkaban together and the only way to stay sane was to talk to each other.
All the people had perished trying to, and succeeding to destroy Lord Voldemort. So many innocent lives were lost though, Draco had to admit to a murder he had committed, though he got off lightly because of the emotional trauma he had suffered with his father and Harry had to admit to his adventure with the time turner. So they were both sentenced to one year in Azkaban. Harry had learnt to turn into a Stag in memory of his late great father and Draco into a dog in memory of Sirius who also died trying to defeat Lord Voldemort. It had only been two years since they had conquered Lord Voldemort. Harry was beginning to wonder if losing all his close friends was worth it, but he soon decided it was. Draco and he still talked about it.
"Harry?" said Draco genuinely concerned, "Are you OK?"
"Yeh. I was just thinking…" he broke of knowing it would sound weird, "I… well… I just thought that it's my fault all those people died!" he let out despairingly.
"Harry, how can you possibly blame yourself?" Draco said sympathetically.
"If I hadn't let Wormtail go they could still be alive!" Harry said recalling the night back in his third year.
"If you hadn't, then Voldemort would surely have used a stronger more powerful wizard in his place, and he wouldn't have been in your debt. Then it would have taken at least 150 years to find out how to conquer Voldemort if we found out at all. Also… although the chances are slim, at least two of them could have survived." He also broke off seeing a look in Harry's eyes he had never seen in them before. Was it just him, or had Harry just made the, all too familiar, lean towards him.
*Arrgg!* thought Harry *what am I doing? This is Draco we're talking about here!*
"I've got to go, I have heaps of homework. Thanks though." Harry said rapidly whilst running away.
Draco stood there for a few minutes pondering whether Harry had leant towards him to actually…kiss him?! *No!* he thought after about ten minutes of assessment. Then a horrible thought struck him; did he want Harry to kiss him?!
Harry was heading towards the Forbidden Forest, he sometimes went there to sort out his thoughts, when he heard a faint muttering…"Hello" he called timidly "is anyone there?" The muttering stopped abruptly. He decided it must have been some centaurs; they were private creatures and didn't enjoy being disturbed. He kept walking until he got to the Whomping Willow, which happened to be a rather vicious tree that attacked things if they got too close. Harry, however, knew the trick to stop the attack was to get a long stick and prod the knot in the trunk of the tree. This paused the branches mid-air, when the knot was prodded again they were back to their normal, fierce, ways. Harry was about half way down the long passage towards the Shrieking Shack when he heard the muttering again. He wondered what the noise was. He snuck the rest of the way until he reached the deserted living room, but what met his eyes was definitely not what he expected, not at all. For there, in those three big, old, red leather couches were three silhouettes.
"Hello Harry, I didn't expect to see you here so soon." said one of the voices calmly.
"Lumos" Harry said pulling out his wand. "S…S…Sirius, I…I thought you were dead" Harry muttered.
"Oh, well, Blaise, Hermione and I survived. Of course we had to go into hiding until we were sure that Voldemort was gone for good." he responded
"But if you survived he could have survived too. How do you know he's truly gone?" Harry asked trying not to sound too uncouth.
"Well, actually, we don't know for sure that he is dead. Hermione would you please explain your scheme of pure brilliance?" Sirius flattered Hermione.
"Well, Harry, I'm not sure if it's brilliant." Hermione said flustered.
"Come on Hermione, tell me, spare the modesty for someone who cares" Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Ok, Ok. Well actually Blaise gave me the idea…" she paused.
"I did?!" Blaise asked. He obviously hadn't known.
"It was obvious that we would never be certain that Voldemort was gone for good, no matter how much Sirius denied it," she glared playfully at Sirius "but had to devise a plan, we couldn't stay in hiding forever even if Sirius could, so I sat in bed, tirelessly, night after night, until suddenly it hit me. We had to come out of hiding, but it had to be gradual. It would be too much of a shock if we just walked into the middle of the street and yelled 'Don't worry folks, we didn't die, we just had to hide for a while. Now back to your shopping, I'm sure you've got lots to buy.' Then when I told Blaise and Sirius they said that we were to come here first so that Draco and Harry would be the first people to find out. So here we are." Hermione finished. Out of breath as per usual.
"Shall I go and get Draco then?" Harry asked after a brief pause.
"No, he must be on his own, but could you send him here?" Blaise cut in quickly "Don't tell him it's us though, the look on his face will be priceless." He added humorously.
"I should tell him, or he might get suspicious." Harry half-muttered.
"Since when have you been such good friends with Draco?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
At first Harry was stunned "Wh…What are you talking about? … You left us by ourselves for two years, what did you think we'd do?!" Harry quickly tried to cover the panic in his voice.
"Harry! Get a grip! I was just joking around!" Hermione said, obviously taken aback.
"Sorry. I'm just a little jumpy… I mean… this has come as a bit of a shock you know." He said. *Phew! That was close Harry. You almost let it slip out.* he thought to himself.
"Well, Harry" Sirius spoke in the uncomfortable silence; "You should probably go and get Draco now."
"Yes. I'd better go." Harry could have kissed Sirius; he always knew what to do.
"I'll see you later." He hugged them all. "I've missed you!"
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Draco was sitting in the library doing some homework and some thinking, when Harry came in, half running; half skipping. For a moment they just paused, looking into each others' eyes trying to read them. Draco was the first to snap out of it.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Well, ummm, there's, ummm, Dumbledore wants you to see something in the Shrieking Shack. Everyone has to go one at a time." Harry usually was better at excuses then that but thought it would have to do.
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Draco was walking down the low narrow passage and he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
"Professor Dumbledore, what did you want me to see?" Draco yelled towards the light.
There was no response. He got to the lighted room, and then saw them.
"Blaise! Sirius!" and finally "Hermione!" he had had a different history with Hermione than the others.
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Harry was patrolling the area outside Dumbledore's office trying to think what the password would be when…
"Harry?" a gentle voice came from where Dumbledore's office was, "What do you want?"
"Dumbledore, I was trying to think what the password could be, can we go inside. I have some… surprising news." Harry said hastily.
"Of course you can Harry." Dumbledore said signalling towards the moving stairs. So they went up into his office.
"How can I help you?" Dumbledore said in his normal, soft, voice.
"It's about Sirius, Blaise and Hermione..." he paused; someone was coming up the staircase.
"Dumbledore!" Harry heard a familiar voice yell. Then through the door came the owner of the voice.
"Well, Draco, I'm in the middle of something." He said quite surprised at the sudden entrance.
"It's ok professor, he knows about what I was talking about. I'm sure he'll tell you." Harry said, relieved that he wouldn't have to sound insane all by himself.
"Well, Draco, would you like to enlighten me?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"They're back! They survived! Blaise, Sirius and Hermione! They're alive!" Draco said in quick, short, sentences.
"Take me to them." Dumbledore said quickly.
"Of course sir." Draco said trying to calm down. He was obviously still in shock, and out of breath.
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"Hello Albus. How are you?" Sirius said quite casually.
"So it's true, you all survived. There's only one thing I don't understand…" he paused "How?"
Disclaimer: JK Rowling and Bloomsbury publishing own all characters, except for Elbat Kalt which is an invention of mine meaning a type of wolf.
A/N: If you dislike SLASH don't read this, or if you are against lemon at all, there is a bit in this fic, not much because I'm no good at it. Sorry about the whole Dumbledore's character thing, but he is hard to keep in character and still manipulate into my story.
Summary: Harry has defeated the Dark Lord, Voldemort. He, however, lost all his friends in the process. Or did he?
The Shock (Part one):
Harry sat there; staring at him, fighting the urge to look away, until he was interrupted by Snape.
"Well?! Are you going to answer me?" Snape demanded, "Or sit there like a confused swine?"
"Elbat Kalt fat could be found in Germany, or occasionally in Tahiti. They can stand in weather if need be but prefer the cool temperatures. This is why they are not commonly found in Tahiti." Harry answered sounding like Hermione used to, as if he'd swallowed the text book."
"Two points to Gryffindor for a correct answer and….lets see… 12 points from Gryffindor for not rephrasing it into their own words!" Snape spat quite disgusted that Harry actually knew. Snape normally picked on Harry for two reasons; one, he despised him, and two; he usually didn't know so he had the chance to take points away from Gryffindor.
One hour of tormenting questions later the class filed out of the dungeon Draco and Harry emerged deeply in conversation. Ever since Ron, Hermione, Dean, Seamus, Justin, Colin, Ernie and Blaise had perished Harry and Draco had become quite close friends. It was hard not to be seeing they had spent almost one year in Azkaban together and the only way to stay sane was to talk to each other.
All the people had perished trying to, and succeeding to destroy Lord Voldemort. So many innocent lives were lost though, Draco had to admit to a murder he had committed, though he got off lightly because of the emotional trauma he had suffered with his father and Harry had to admit to his adventure with the time turner. So they were both sentenced to one year in Azkaban. Harry had learnt to turn into a Stag in memory of his late great father and Draco into a dog in memory of Sirius who also died trying to defeat Lord Voldemort. It had only been two years since they had conquered Lord Voldemort. Harry was beginning to wonder if losing all his close friends was worth it, but he soon decided it was. Draco and he still talked about it.
"Harry?" said Draco genuinely concerned, "Are you OK?"
"Yeh. I was just thinking…" he broke of knowing it would sound weird, "I… well… I just thought that it's my fault all those people died!" he let out despairingly.
"Harry, how can you possibly blame yourself?" Draco said sympathetically.
"If I hadn't let Wormtail go they could still be alive!" Harry said recalling the night back in his third year.
"If you hadn't, then Voldemort would surely have used a stronger more powerful wizard in his place, and he wouldn't have been in your debt. Then it would have taken at least 150 years to find out how to conquer Voldemort if we found out at all. Also… although the chances are slim, at least two of them could have survived." He also broke off seeing a look in Harry's eyes he had never seen in them before. Was it just him, or had Harry just made the, all too familiar, lean towards him.
*Arrgg!* thought Harry *what am I doing? This is Draco we're talking about here!*
"I've got to go, I have heaps of homework. Thanks though." Harry said rapidly whilst running away.
Draco stood there for a few minutes pondering whether Harry had leant towards him to actually…kiss him?! *No!* he thought after about ten minutes of assessment. Then a horrible thought struck him; did he want Harry to kiss him?!
Harry was heading towards the Forbidden Forest, he sometimes went there to sort out his thoughts, when he heard a faint muttering…"Hello" he called timidly "is anyone there?" The muttering stopped abruptly. He decided it must have been some centaurs; they were private creatures and didn't enjoy being disturbed. He kept walking until he got to the Whomping Willow, which happened to be a rather vicious tree that attacked things if they got too close. Harry, however, knew the trick to stop the attack was to get a long stick and prod the knot in the trunk of the tree. This paused the branches mid-air, when the knot was prodded again they were back to their normal, fierce, ways. Harry was about half way down the long passage towards the Shrieking Shack when he heard the muttering again. He wondered what the noise was. He snuck the rest of the way until he reached the deserted living room, but what met his eyes was definitely not what he expected, not at all. For there, in those three big, old, red leather couches were three silhouettes.
"Hello Harry, I didn't expect to see you here so soon." said one of the voices calmly.
"Lumos" Harry said pulling out his wand. "S…S…Sirius, I…I thought you were dead" Harry muttered.
"Oh, well, Blaise, Hermione and I survived. Of course we had to go into hiding until we were sure that Voldemort was gone for good." he responded
"But if you survived he could have survived too. How do you know he's truly gone?" Harry asked trying not to sound too uncouth.
"Well, actually, we don't know for sure that he is dead. Hermione would you please explain your scheme of pure brilliance?" Sirius flattered Hermione.
"Well, Harry, I'm not sure if it's brilliant." Hermione said flustered.
"Come on Hermione, tell me, spare the modesty for someone who cares" Harry said rolling his eyes.
"Ok, Ok. Well actually Blaise gave me the idea…" she paused.
"I did?!" Blaise asked. He obviously hadn't known.
"It was obvious that we would never be certain that Voldemort was gone for good, no matter how much Sirius denied it," she glared playfully at Sirius "but had to devise a plan, we couldn't stay in hiding forever even if Sirius could, so I sat in bed, tirelessly, night after night, until suddenly it hit me. We had to come out of hiding, but it had to be gradual. It would be too much of a shock if we just walked into the middle of the street and yelled 'Don't worry folks, we didn't die, we just had to hide for a while. Now back to your shopping, I'm sure you've got lots to buy.' Then when I told Blaise and Sirius they said that we were to come here first so that Draco and Harry would be the first people to find out. So here we are." Hermione finished. Out of breath as per usual.
"Shall I go and get Draco then?" Harry asked after a brief pause.
"No, he must be on his own, but could you send him here?" Blaise cut in quickly "Don't tell him it's us though, the look on his face will be priceless." He added humorously.
"I should tell him, or he might get suspicious." Harry half-muttered.
"Since when have you been such good friends with Draco?" Hermione asked sarcastically.
At first Harry was stunned "Wh…What are you talking about? … You left us by ourselves for two years, what did you think we'd do?!" Harry quickly tried to cover the panic in his voice.
"Harry! Get a grip! I was just joking around!" Hermione said, obviously taken aback.
"Sorry. I'm just a little jumpy… I mean… this has come as a bit of a shock you know." He said. *Phew! That was close Harry. You almost let it slip out.* he thought to himself.
"Well, Harry" Sirius spoke in the uncomfortable silence; "You should probably go and get Draco now."
"Yes. I'd better go." Harry could have kissed Sirius; he always knew what to do.
"I'll see you later." He hugged them all. "I've missed you!"
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Draco was sitting in the library doing some homework and some thinking, when Harry came in, half running; half skipping. For a moment they just paused, looking into each others' eyes trying to read them. Draco was the first to snap out of it.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"Well, ummm, there's, ummm, Dumbledore wants you to see something in the Shrieking Shack. Everyone has to go one at a time." Harry usually was better at excuses then that but thought it would have to do.
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Draco was walking down the low narrow passage and he saw the light at the end of the tunnel.
"Professor Dumbledore, what did you want me to see?" Draco yelled towards the light.
There was no response. He got to the lighted room, and then saw them.
"Blaise! Sirius!" and finally "Hermione!" he had had a different history with Hermione than the others.
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Harry was patrolling the area outside Dumbledore's office trying to think what the password would be when…
"Harry?" a gentle voice came from where Dumbledore's office was, "What do you want?"
"Dumbledore, I was trying to think what the password could be, can we go inside. I have some… surprising news." Harry said hastily.
"Of course you can Harry." Dumbledore said signalling towards the moving stairs. So they went up into his office.
"How can I help you?" Dumbledore said in his normal, soft, voice.
"It's about Sirius, Blaise and Hermione..." he paused; someone was coming up the staircase.
"Dumbledore!" Harry heard a familiar voice yell. Then through the door came the owner of the voice.
"Well, Draco, I'm in the middle of something." He said quite surprised at the sudden entrance.
"It's ok professor, he knows about what I was talking about. I'm sure he'll tell you." Harry said, relieved that he wouldn't have to sound insane all by himself.
"Well, Draco, would you like to enlighten me?" Dumbledore said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"They're back! They survived! Blaise, Sirius and Hermione! They're alive!" Draco said in quick, short, sentences.
"Take me to them." Dumbledore said quickly.
"Of course sir." Draco said trying to calm down. He was obviously still in shock, and out of breath.
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"Hello Albus. How are you?" Sirius said quite casually.
"So it's true, you all survived. There's only one thing I don't understand…" he paused "How?"