Okay-opening notes. Firstly, I will take my poll down eventually as I've decided it shall be Remus/Sirius and for all the people who didn't want to see any one left out, that won't happen. I'll come up with something, but as I've just adopted the Re/Si pairing as my new favorite I have to add it in the story. Secondly, I still feel bad about not updating and I know all of you are probably like 'Gah! I wish she would just stop apologizing and get on with the updating!' I know, and I'm pitiful, but I just finished my finals so I'm able to update.
However, don't think that I won't continue my story 'cause I love it to death. I have about twenty pages of the sequel complete. I had a hundred or so but then I decided it sucked and not in the good H/D way and deleted it.
Speaking of our lovely couple, my beta said that I didn't have enough and for this I'm not apologizing, but I will give you reasons why not to stone me.
Firstly, I've created an AU on the fifth book, and although every fan fic is an AU in someway, mine is extremely different from the cannon. And because I've added a bunch of new characters, I've had to not just develop our main ones, but also the new ones and how they connect. Thirdly, there's the difficult plot. I change my mind about it every time I sit down to write and yet I keep finding ways to make it more complicated and boring-a skill, I know. How does this relate to Harry and Draco, you may ask? Well, first I have to develop both to fit the plots and then I have to develop their friendship because while going from mortal enemies to shagging partners is fun, I need them both to depend on each other like Harry does with Hermione and Ron. All of this is in the complicated plot. And it happens about fifty pages in the sequel I think and trust me, it's going to be quick. Not quickie up against a wall quick followed by pages of Harry angst as he continues to deny his feelings and his sexuality and pages of Draco plotting on ways to get a willing Harry into bed with him again, which seems a bit redundant as he will have already proven that he can get into our hero's pants with his consent. Wow, that was a whole plot right there, but not mine. Anyway, it's going to be quick as in 'cut the crap and let's just get right to it'. Yes, that quick, but hopefully not underdeveloped.
Now, I've talked for about a page but I thought we should all know a little bit about it. But if you're a person WHO SKIPS OVER THE AUTHOR NOTES JUST TO GET TO THE JUICY BITS WHICH WON'T HAPPEN FOR A WHILE then shame on you. But yay to all the readers and reviewers in the past chapter cause I feel special.
On with the fic!!!
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When they arrived, Hermione's house was in a state of panic about the misplacement of two of their guests.
"Are you sure they're not upstairs?" Her mother asked as her father was pulling on his dinner jacket.
"Yes. I don't know where they are." At a swoosh of air, three heads turned to see one person fall out of their fireplace, then another and one more after that. "Harry! Where have you been?" She questioned as she put her hands on her hips. "I hope you all have time to get ready because out reservations are in forty-five minutes."
"Don't worry, Hermione. I'll be ready in time." He said as he brushed some soot out of his hair.
"And who is this?" Kate Granger asked as she noticed the other girl. "Better yet, why are there two of them?"
"Oh, this is Allie's twin, Andrea."
"Charmed, I'm sure." She replied as she and Allie ran up stairs.
"Don't mind her, it's been a rough day." He said as he scampered up the stairs. He quickly jumped into the shower and cleaned himself off before getting out five minutes later and tried to figure out what to wear. He had noticed that Hermione was wearing a knee length skirt and a sweater set over that and Mrs. Granger wore something similar. Mr. Granger was in khakis and a white dress shirt with a blue blazer so the style seemed like fancy casual, whatever that meant. Rummaging through the clothes he bought, he grabbed a pair of black dress pants and a button up shirt that was bluish-purple, though Draco had called it 'blueberry.' How no one had figured out that he was at least bisexual was beyond him. He quickly dressed and dried his hair, adding to it just a tiny bit of gel so it was more manageable before tying it up and running downstairs. On his way down, he passed Andrea who was running around in her towel and sneaking into Harry's room to use his hair dryer.
"You clean up nice, Potter." She said and Harry laughed, remembering that she had said those words on the first day they met.
"I'd say the same, but you're not wearing anything. Do you even have clothes here?" He asked for he had not remembered her bringing any.
"Call it a hunch, but I believe Allie and I might be the same size." She said and disappeared back into her sister's room. Harry laughed to himself as he went downstairs. He saw Hermione pacing anxiously while her parents were sitting in two chairs in front of the fireplace reading magazines. Giving her a hug, he whispered some words in reassurance in her ear, which caused her to smile.
"Thanks Harry." She surveyed his outfit. "Wow, you really learned how to dress well." She commented.
"It helps when you have clothes that actually fit you." He quipped. "You look wonderful yourself. The twins will be down in a bit." She blushed and said her thanks.
A moment later, he saw a flash of red and glanced over to see his friend stumbling out. Three more gushes of air and the flaring up of fire had brought all the younger Weasleys and five 'pops' signaled the others arriving.
"Hey Hermione, Harry!" Ron said as he greeted his friends and gathered them in a hug. Greetings were exchanged and they spent a few minutes chatting with one another.
"Congratulations mate." Harry said as he clapped a hand on Ron's back. "But if you hurt her, I hurt you." He said with over protectiveness, making both of his friends laugh.
"Thanks Harry and don't worry, I won't. Now all we have to do is get you hooked up with someone." He nudged Harry who blushed and then turned his head when he heard two sets of feet on the stairs.
"No need." He said as he walked over to the stairs and gave each girl an arm when they reached the bottom. All three linked arms and they walked back over to Ron and Hermione. "I already have two lovely ladies." They both rolled their eyes.
"Are you going to introduce us?" Ron asked as he smiled at the two girls. Hermione tightened her hand that was holding his as if to remind Ron that he was taken.
"This is Allison and Andrea." They each waved at their respective names.
"You can call me Allie." She said as she detached herself and went to go look at herself in the mirror.
"Conceited bit-" Andrea began but was silence by Harry's hand.
"Don't speak that way in front of the innocent children." He gave a pointed look towards his school friends who looked indignant. Andrea gave a wink before going off and finding her sister.
"Don't know how innocent these two are." She said with a laugh as she sauntered off. To Harry, her voice was sounding strained. He didn't understand why she couldn't take a potion to soothe her throat like Draco had in the hospital. It was only a matter of time, Harry thought, before her throat would begin to bother her badly.
"Have I met those two before?" Ron asked and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yes Ron. They tried to curse your parts off in the hospital." Harry burst out laughing and sent a telepathic high-five to Allie for that.
Ron blanched. "I thought that was just a dream." He said quietly and inched closer to his girlfriend.
Andrea, meanwhile, on her way over to Allie, almost ran into one of the redheads. She politely excused herself, but when she looked up into his face, she gasped.
"Charlie?"
He looked confused for a second but then something clicked in his mind. "Andrea Caprice?" At her nod, he smiled. "Wow, you've certainly grown up. It's been what, two years?"
"Yeah. Are you still working with dragons?" She asked conversationally.
Charlie replied eagerly. "Yeah, though I wouldn't be anymore if not for you." She waved the gratitude away. "So are you still working with the Council?"
She gave a noise of affirmation. "I just got back today from an assignment." It was then that her voice began to grow harsher. She cleared her throat and tried to continue on with their conversation. A few minutes later, her throat was getting raspier.
"Andrea? Are you okay?"
"Fine." She croaked, but began to cough harshly. Allie rushed over with a cloth in hand and passed it to Andrea who began coughing into it. Harry approached the three and noticed that the cloth had specks of blood on it and some of the substance dripped down from the corner of her mouth.
"I told you not to over do it." Charlie was looking concerned and Harry rushed off to get a glass of water. When he returned, he saw everyone crowding around them.
"Look, we appreciate your help, but I don't think this is in the dentist field." Allie said as the Grangers tried to look into her mouth. Harry brushed past them and gave Allie the water.
"Can she take this?"
Allie nodded and passed it to Andrea who choked slightly but managed to keep it down. "Good. I think I've got some aspirin in here." Allie said as she dug through her purse and produced two, but Andrea pushed them aside and turned to Harry.
"I've got some in Allie's room. Will you come with me?" He nodded, although he found this request very strange. Together they climbed the stairs and when they reached her room, Andrea closed the door and pulled Harry to the bed. "Open your link." He did as she said and concentrated on getting into Andrea's head. It was fairly easy for she was right in front of him and all of her shields were dropped. He floated inside for a while and then noticed a mental Andrea who was dressed in her purple robes again.
"You can create yourself a body, you know." She said in his mind with some amusement and he did as he said and saw himself standing there in the clothes he was wearing that evening.
"Why are we here?" He asked. It felt strange to be thinking but have it projected as if he was speaking.
"I've come to warn you."
Harry's brow furrowed. "About what?"
"That thing on your arm." He looked down and saw the Dark Mark staring back at him. "At seven o'clock, Voldemort will summon his Death Eaters for a punishment. It's the first meeting since that attack on you; he hasn't been strong enough to have one before."
Harry looked frightened and touched the mark gently. "What will happen?" He asked quietly.
"Voldemort uses these Marks as a way of communication, ownership, but also as a way to connect them all. If he places his finger on anyone's mark and mutters a spell, the spell will affect everyone who carries the mark, willingly or not. Tonight, he'll use the Cruciatius Curse five minutes after seven. You need to get yourself out of anyone's sight at that time and after it because I have no idea how long he plans to use it. Do you understand?"
"I do." He said quietly. "Where should I go?"
"Normally, I'd say Council Headquarters, but since the dream-weaver is still about, we could try St. Mungo's or Hogwarts."
"Why the hospital?" Harry asked.
Andrea shrugged. "The symptoms from that curse are almost the same as symptoms from a magic detox. Yours is gone because you were drained by someone or something, I'm not sure what. The council knows, you could ask them later."
Harry hastily made his decision. "I'll go to Hogwarts, but how will I get there?"
"Father stays there the whole summer usually so the best option would be to floo to his room. He'll be at the meeting anyway so it's not like he'll be able to question you. If you're still there when he comes back, say it was your scar and tell Dumbledore what I've told you."
Harry nodded but then thought of something. "Wait, you know your father is a Death Eater?"
"Of course." She said, giving him a funny look. "We don't keep secrets in our family unless it's to prevent hurt. My visions are secret because sometimes if I tell someone, the outcome's different from the desired one. Father told us he was a spy so that we wouldn't be scared or frightened if he was hurt through the mark or if I had a vision from the past that involved him." She explained gently and Harry began to understand. "You know, Harry, we're not like other children our age. We don't get to avoid trouble because it finds us and we can't pretend everything we go through is just a dream because people die from our denial."
"I know." He said quietly. And it was the truth, all of it. Even Ron and Hermione, both of whom had helped him in several dangerous situations, never had to make the difficult decisions; they were just along for the ride. None of them suffered because of who they were because they choose everything they were. "That's probably why I like hanging out with your family, you understand that life is difficult but it doesn't bring you down."
"Our family has never been an easy one." She agreed. "It's time to go back." Harry nodded and pulled himself out of her mind and back into his. He opened his eyes and found himself in the same position he was in before and got up off her bed. Andrea was up as well and found two aspirin that she quickly swallowed with the glass of water that she had brought from upstairs.
"Let's go." Harry said once he noticed that in this world, Andrea couldn't talk. "They're probably worried." She nodded and they walked downstairs to face thirteen people who were all looking up towards the stairwell.
"Are you okay?" Allie asked. Andrea signed something to her and Harry realized that she must have learned how to sign from communicating with Caleb and that she had probably taught it to her sister for Allie seemed to understand the meaning. "That's good. I guess we can leave." She grabbed her twin's and Harry's hands and pulled them to the door.
"Wait, dears." Mrs. Weasley said. "Andrea, if you'd like, I could go back to my home and get you a throat soothing potion." Andrea shook her head and signed something to Allie.
The empath looked surprised for a second. "Really? Huh." She then turned to Mrs. Weasley. "That's very kind of you but that potion contains slug mucus and in order to get that, you have to kill it. We're against that." All of the Weasleys looked slightly sick and Harry assumed it was because they had taken the potion at one time. "Well, let's go. We're going to be late." She said airily as Andrea rolled her eyes and Harry laughed quietly.
The oldest Weasleys disapparated away with a small 'pop' leaving the other ten to scramble into two of the Granger's cars and head off to the restaurant. They were already seated when the rest of the Weasley family walked in from their secluded apparation spot.
For a good part of the evening, the dinner went off without a hitch. The four parents often embarrassed their children, making the conversation light and lively. Percy who knew sign language was sitting next to Andrea and absorbing any information she had to tell about her home in Hell, Michigan. Her sister was talking to Bill, Fred and George about topics that ranged from her older brother (a subject Andrea wouldn't touch) to pranks she had pulled at her old school. Harry was conversing with his best friends and often Ginny who sat next to him and kept giving the Snape twins evil eyes for some reason he couldn't fathom. It seemed that the two were not as welcomed as he thought for Ron was shying away from the two as if they were going to curse him. But through all this amusement, Harry couldn't help but let his mind drift. Andrea had lent him her watch so he would know when to leave and as it grew closer to seven, he began to get jitterier.
"Harry, mate, are you alright?" Ron asked as he noticed Harry pushing his food around his plate with a fork.
He gave a weak smile and checked his watch again. 6:50. It was getting late, almost too late and he needed to get to a fireplace soon. "Fine. Just a little tired." Ron nodded sympathetically and left Harry to wonder how he would get to a wizard fireplace. Instead of coming up with an answer, he felt his glass of water being knocked over. Jumping up quickly, he dabbed at his pants with a napkin.
"Oh, dear." Allie said. "Why don't you go to the restroom and clean that up?" She commented easily though he caught the pointed look in her eyes. "Andrea, you said you had to go also. Why don't you lead?" The other girl nodded and they both headed off towards the bathroom. When they reached it, she pulled Harry behind a wall that shielded the girl's bathroom from any part of the restaurant. She held up a vile and swirled the black potion around.
"What is that?" Harry asked as he took the vial into his hands.
"Sciftan Potion. Draco told you about it?" Harry nodded and noted that her voice was thick and raspy. She had probably been saving it in order to tell him about the plan. "Drink it and concentrate on going to the Grangers' home. Don't try for Hogwarts; it's too far for a first time user. The destination for the floo-ing is Severus Snape's Quarters." She was coughing harshly now but managed to reach into her purse and pullout another vial. "Numbing potion. Just in case." She gave him a long hug and then stepped back and waited for him to drink it. "Concentrate." She warned as he downed the potion in one gulp. Harry did as she said and then closed his eyes. He felt his world spin around and around and pull his body into all different directions. When the world righted again, he opened his eyes and found, to no small relief, that he was back in the Granger's living room.
He turned on their electric fireplace again, shouted the destination and spun off to the school. Harry was greeted with dark stone walls and green tapestries with silver snakes blazoned across them. There was a small sitting area filled with dark leather chairs and tables made of ebony. He perched himself on the couch and felt slightly out of place and at a loss of what to do. Before, he had never known when danger was approaching and now he was sitting here waiting for it to happen. The clock read a minute after seven so he quickly downed the potion and placed the vial on the far end of the coffee table so he wouldn't smash it if he went into a fit. So there he sat, waiting for the four minutes to pass.
He laid back on the couch and took off his shoes but now the time only read 7:03. Breathing out harshly, he let his eyes close and began to relax. It was then that he felt a soft pain in his scar, probably lessened by the potion but even now it grew stronger. He hissed as he felt the familiar burning sensation and realized how little his scar had bothered him this summer. Now only a minute to go. He suddenly felt a sharp pull coming from the back of his mind along with his burning scar. Then he felt only the raw sensation of having his mind ripped from his body and pulled elsewhere as his scream tore out through the empty chambers of Snape.
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'What am I going to tell them?' Andrea thought as she made her way back towards the table. They all looked up, expecting Harry and gave her no notice when they realized she was by herself. Allie felt the waves of tension roll of her sister and quickly sent feelings of reassurance because she knew of the plan and its many risks. But Allie had to admit, it was the best plan they had and she hoped it'd work.
A minute passed and they all paid their separate bills, the twins taking Harry on theirs, before Allie stood up and tried to usher everyone outside. "Hey, everyone, Harry said that he would meet us outside. So if you could all please move towards the exit-" She was met with stubborn faces and sighed knowing it would be difficult.
"We'll wait for him." Hermione said, linking arms with Ron who nodded.
"He won't be here." Allie said, thinking fast. "He's already left. Something happened and he's rather embarrassed to be seen." The bushy haired Gryffindor looked slightly concerned and a little disbelieving but followed her family outside anyways. The older Weasleys disapparated leaving nine behind who were all climbing into the two cars. Each girl gave a discreet nod to the other before climbing into the front passenger seats with a small gray ball clutched in their fists.
"Close the door, would you?" Allie asked when two thirds of the Gryffindor trio left the door open to wait for Harry. "It's freezing." They complied with strange looks on their face; it was only summer after all. She squeezed the ball tightly until the gelatin coating popped and released the gray air into the car while she dived out and locked all the doors. Mr. Granger was too new to magic to recognize that it might be a potion, but Ron and Hermione did but both were unable to open their locked doors. When the smoke finally filtered out of the car, all three were slumped in their seats. Allie looked over to Andrea who nodded her head to her as she hoisted the body of Mrs. Granger out of her seat and reassumed the driving position, just like Allie did a minute later. Both cars pulled out of the restaurant without any of the muggles giving them a second glance.
'Phase one is complete.'
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Harry was once again suspended in thin air only this time the area around him wasn't peaceful and welcoming; it was hectic and unstable. He watched through eyes that weren't his as black shapes laid on the ground, baring their necks to their master as they bowed down on the dirt ground of the cemetery.
'They have no idea they're about to get slaughtered.' Harry thought as he saw the unmasked white faces that revealed people eager to please Voldemort. He now knew that he was in Voldemort's mind; who else would have the Death Eaters bowing at his feet and have a psyche as twisted as the one he was in? It was a strange feeling to be in someone else's mind, definitely not a trip worth being repeated however. But Harry, who had always gone against Voldemort's beliefs, could now understand why the Slytherin chose them. He knew that in his rightful mind that he wouldn't be sympathizing with this madman but here it was hard to keep his memories straight from Voldemort's and he had difficulty trying to recall what beliefs were his.
Right now, Voldemort was in the middle of a derogatory speech: let's kill Harry Potter, mudbloods must die, I am your supreme ruler, blah, blah, blah. Finally, he raised his wand and struck down three of his followers, not killing them but giving them some nasty jinxes making the others squirm in fear. The wand was raised again and Harry could hear the spell in his mind, almost like he had dredged in up from his own memories though he had never heard of this particular curse. Down went another two before he grabbed the fallen one closest to him and pressed his wand against his mark and hissing one word.
'Crucio.' At once, all the Death Eaters rolled around on the floor in torment as they grabbed at their arms, trying to deaden the pain. Harry felt the curse rip through his body and his mind screamed as it tore at the darkness that was Voldemort's mind. He hoped that the link between them didn't go just one way and that the pain that he was feeling now would be shared with Voldemort, but from the looks of things, he seemed unaffected. With his strength wavering, Harry felt himself slip back into his body but not before seeing a young girl carried over to Voldemort with her hands bound and her mouth gagged. He realized that she looked familiar and then it clicked, through Voldemort's mind or his own. She was a Parkinson, Pansy's younger sister. He prayed that she would be alright for tonight and made a promise to himself that when he got back to Hogwarts, he would be more understanding towards the Slytherins if this was how their summers went.
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Harry awoke the next morning with his faced pressed against the plush carpet in between the couch and the coffee table with a pounding migraine and a bruise on his temple where he hit his head on the table when he fell off the couch. He struggled to get up but the movement made him sick and he nearly vomited but managed to hold it back as the bile reached his throat. As he sat up, his hands came in contact with something sticky and cold and Harry realized that he had vomited already, but quite a while ago from the looks of it.
Last night had been one of the worst nights of his life and this morning was shaping up to be one of the worst. His throat was scratchy and dry from the screaming and heaving the previous evening and his muscles were cramped and twisted from his withering around on the couch. Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was only four in the morning so, picking himself up, he staggered over to the kitchen and poured himself some water in a goblet he had found after rummaging through Snape's cupboard. As he gulped it greedily, a door to his right swung open revealing a haggard Snape who was still dressed in his black dirt-smudged robes. He only looked slightly surprised to see his second cousin in his kitchen.
"Rough night?" Harry asked with a smirk as Snape groaned and grabbed a potion from his cabinet and tossed Harry one.
"I've had better. I'm guessing you felt it?" He asked while Harry stared at his potion. "Anti-nausea potion." He explained. Harry smiled and knocked it back before tossing the vial to Snape who left it on top of a shelf.
"Don't know how much I need it." Harry admitted as he looked over to where he had been sleeping. "I sort of threw up on your carpet." He muttered embarrassedly while Snape groaned and slapped his forehead with his hand.
"Why can't I just have teenagers in my life where the only time this occurs is when they're drunk?" He whipped his wand out and directed a cleaning spell over the area and in the next moment, it was as good as new.
"Sorry. Guess you're stuck with having diviners, empaths, weird hybrids and Voldemort's moving target." Harry shrugged and went searching through Snape's fridge and pantry.
"Just make yourself at home." Snape said sarcastically and Harry waved his thanks with his head still in the pantry looking for food other than potion ingredients. "I swear children are like locusts. They steal all your time, your food………" He trailed off when he noticed Harry munching on a piece of fruit. Snape waited till Harry's mouth was full before he continued. "So, are you ever going to tell Dumbledore about that mark on your arm?" He asked nonchalantly and just as he expected, that piece of apple flew from his small open kitchen to his living room. "Really, Potter, if you're just going to make a mess………" He sighed and waved the apple to the trash.
"How'd you know?" Harry gasped out.
Snape tsked and grabbed an apple for himself. "Don't you know the 'no secret rule' in our family?" Harry nodded. "Well there you go. Besides, Voldemort likes to brag about his latest conquests. You've become the new 'Death Eater whore.'" Harry's eyes widened and Snape crackled evilly.
Harry rolled his eyes at the laugh. "And to think, I was beginning to believe that you weren't a nasty bastard." Snape chuckled again.
"Seriously, Harry. None of your friends would care; it's not like you accepted it willingly. You were exhausted and had a powerful wizard burn it into your arm. I don't think anyone and I know no one in our family will think any differently of you." He said and then left towards his room, claiming the shower first.
"That's okay!" Harry yelled towards his cousin's retreating back. "I need to get home anyway. They're probably wondering what happened to me." Snape gave a noise of affirmation and Harry polished off his apple before tossing it in the garbage. He floo-ed back to the Granger home and realized that it might not be a good idea to show up at nearly five in the morning. He walked through the house and back to his room when he noticed that a few lights were left on, which was strange with it only be four in the morning.
He walked into his room and found everything as it should be, but to be safe he went and checked Allie's room finding both girls asleep over the covers in their clothes from last night.
The door creaked open slowly and Andrea snapped open her eyes and motioned for Harry to come over. "Hey. How was it?" She asked softly.
"Hell." He replied and she nodded sympathetically when she saw the bags under his eyes and the worn out way he carried himself. She then spotted the bruise under his temple and slid out of bed to grab a potion.
"When'd you get back?" She whispered while rubbing the healing potion on the bruise.
"Just now. Do you have the feeling something strange is going on here?" Harry asked distantly as he tried to figure out what it was. He then noticed Andrea wringing her hands together nervously on the bed. "What do you know?"
"Well, Allie and I figured that they wouldn't let you go without a reasonable explanation and we didn't know what to say, so we sort of……….drugged them."
"You wh-" He cried in outrage but was stopped when she placed a hand over his mouth.
"Quiet." She gestured towards Allie with her free hand. "Just follow me." He glared at her but obligingly got up and followed her towards Mr. and Mrs. Granger's room. They peaked in and if Harry hadn't been so angry with her, he would have found the whole scene amusing. There the seven of them lay sleeping on a king size bed sprawled in all different positions with handcuffs attached to both of their wrists and sometimes ankles, connecting them to other people's various limbs or the posts of the bed.
"Great." He said as he threw his hands up in the great. "This is just great. I can't believe you kidnapped my friends and handcuffed them to a bed." He then stood up a little straighter. "Do I even want to know where you got those handcuffs?"
"Draco's a kinky little bastard." She said slyly and then laughed when she saw Harry's expression. "Just kidding. I got them from my brother; they're magically enhanced to restrain all types of creatures. Anyway, this is not the real problem."
"What is the problem?"
"How are we going to get them back to their own houses?" She said as she looked around.
"Put Ron in my room, the twins in the extra guest room, and Hermione in her own room with Ginny. We can make up an excuse later." He said as he tried to figure out how to unlock the handcuffs. Andrea showed him and together they dragged an unconscious Ron to Harry's room and deposited him on the bed. "One down, four to go." He groaned.
"It's too early!" Andrea complained as she fell on the bed, not waking Ron up even though he bounced about half a foot.
"What did you give him?" Harry asked incredulously as he poked Ron harshly and received no response.
"A powerful sleeping draught. The sixth most powerful in the world to be exact." She commented as they grabbed Fred and dragged him to the guest room. They finally completed their task at half past five and together they fell onto Andrea's bed.
"Too tired. Can't move." Harry mumbled into her pillow.
Andrea shrugged indifferently. "Stay if you want because I'm not going to haul you to bed."
"Okay. Sleep good." He muttered as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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However, don't think that I won't continue my story 'cause I love it to death. I have about twenty pages of the sequel complete. I had a hundred or so but then I decided it sucked and not in the good H/D way and deleted it.
Speaking of our lovely couple, my beta said that I didn't have enough and for this I'm not apologizing, but I will give you reasons why not to stone me.
Firstly, I've created an AU on the fifth book, and although every fan fic is an AU in someway, mine is extremely different from the cannon. And because I've added a bunch of new characters, I've had to not just develop our main ones, but also the new ones and how they connect. Thirdly, there's the difficult plot. I change my mind about it every time I sit down to write and yet I keep finding ways to make it more complicated and boring-a skill, I know. How does this relate to Harry and Draco, you may ask? Well, first I have to develop both to fit the plots and then I have to develop their friendship because while going from mortal enemies to shagging partners is fun, I need them both to depend on each other like Harry does with Hermione and Ron. All of this is in the complicated plot. And it happens about fifty pages in the sequel I think and trust me, it's going to be quick. Not quickie up against a wall quick followed by pages of Harry angst as he continues to deny his feelings and his sexuality and pages of Draco plotting on ways to get a willing Harry into bed with him again, which seems a bit redundant as he will have already proven that he can get into our hero's pants with his consent. Wow, that was a whole plot right there, but not mine. Anyway, it's going to be quick as in 'cut the crap and let's just get right to it'. Yes, that quick, but hopefully not underdeveloped.
Now, I've talked for about a page but I thought we should all know a little bit about it. But if you're a person WHO SKIPS OVER THE AUTHOR NOTES JUST TO GET TO THE JUICY BITS WHICH WON'T HAPPEN FOR A WHILE then shame on you. But yay to all the readers and reviewers in the past chapter cause I feel special.
On with the fic!!!
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When they arrived, Hermione's house was in a state of panic about the misplacement of two of their guests.
"Are you sure they're not upstairs?" Her mother asked as her father was pulling on his dinner jacket.
"Yes. I don't know where they are." At a swoosh of air, three heads turned to see one person fall out of their fireplace, then another and one more after that. "Harry! Where have you been?" She questioned as she put her hands on her hips. "I hope you all have time to get ready because out reservations are in forty-five minutes."
"Don't worry, Hermione. I'll be ready in time." He said as he brushed some soot out of his hair.
"And who is this?" Kate Granger asked as she noticed the other girl. "Better yet, why are there two of them?"
"Oh, this is Allie's twin, Andrea."
"Charmed, I'm sure." She replied as she and Allie ran up stairs.
"Don't mind her, it's been a rough day." He said as he scampered up the stairs. He quickly jumped into the shower and cleaned himself off before getting out five minutes later and tried to figure out what to wear. He had noticed that Hermione was wearing a knee length skirt and a sweater set over that and Mrs. Granger wore something similar. Mr. Granger was in khakis and a white dress shirt with a blue blazer so the style seemed like fancy casual, whatever that meant. Rummaging through the clothes he bought, he grabbed a pair of black dress pants and a button up shirt that was bluish-purple, though Draco had called it 'blueberry.' How no one had figured out that he was at least bisexual was beyond him. He quickly dressed and dried his hair, adding to it just a tiny bit of gel so it was more manageable before tying it up and running downstairs. On his way down, he passed Andrea who was running around in her towel and sneaking into Harry's room to use his hair dryer.
"You clean up nice, Potter." She said and Harry laughed, remembering that she had said those words on the first day they met.
"I'd say the same, but you're not wearing anything. Do you even have clothes here?" He asked for he had not remembered her bringing any.
"Call it a hunch, but I believe Allie and I might be the same size." She said and disappeared back into her sister's room. Harry laughed to himself as he went downstairs. He saw Hermione pacing anxiously while her parents were sitting in two chairs in front of the fireplace reading magazines. Giving her a hug, he whispered some words in reassurance in her ear, which caused her to smile.
"Thanks Harry." She surveyed his outfit. "Wow, you really learned how to dress well." She commented.
"It helps when you have clothes that actually fit you." He quipped. "You look wonderful yourself. The twins will be down in a bit." She blushed and said her thanks.
A moment later, he saw a flash of red and glanced over to see his friend stumbling out. Three more gushes of air and the flaring up of fire had brought all the younger Weasleys and five 'pops' signaled the others arriving.
"Hey Hermione, Harry!" Ron said as he greeted his friends and gathered them in a hug. Greetings were exchanged and they spent a few minutes chatting with one another.
"Congratulations mate." Harry said as he clapped a hand on Ron's back. "But if you hurt her, I hurt you." He said with over protectiveness, making both of his friends laugh.
"Thanks Harry and don't worry, I won't. Now all we have to do is get you hooked up with someone." He nudged Harry who blushed and then turned his head when he heard two sets of feet on the stairs.
"No need." He said as he walked over to the stairs and gave each girl an arm when they reached the bottom. All three linked arms and they walked back over to Ron and Hermione. "I already have two lovely ladies." They both rolled their eyes.
"Are you going to introduce us?" Ron asked as he smiled at the two girls. Hermione tightened her hand that was holding his as if to remind Ron that he was taken.
"This is Allison and Andrea." They each waved at their respective names.
"You can call me Allie." She said as she detached herself and went to go look at herself in the mirror.
"Conceited bit-" Andrea began but was silence by Harry's hand.
"Don't speak that way in front of the innocent children." He gave a pointed look towards his school friends who looked indignant. Andrea gave a wink before going off and finding her sister.
"Don't know how innocent these two are." She said with a laugh as she sauntered off. To Harry, her voice was sounding strained. He didn't understand why she couldn't take a potion to soothe her throat like Draco had in the hospital. It was only a matter of time, Harry thought, before her throat would begin to bother her badly.
"Have I met those two before?" Ron asked and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yes Ron. They tried to curse your parts off in the hospital." Harry burst out laughing and sent a telepathic high-five to Allie for that.
Ron blanched. "I thought that was just a dream." He said quietly and inched closer to his girlfriend.
Andrea, meanwhile, on her way over to Allie, almost ran into one of the redheads. She politely excused herself, but when she looked up into his face, she gasped.
"Charlie?"
He looked confused for a second but then something clicked in his mind. "Andrea Caprice?" At her nod, he smiled. "Wow, you've certainly grown up. It's been what, two years?"
"Yeah. Are you still working with dragons?" She asked conversationally.
Charlie replied eagerly. "Yeah, though I wouldn't be anymore if not for you." She waved the gratitude away. "So are you still working with the Council?"
She gave a noise of affirmation. "I just got back today from an assignment." It was then that her voice began to grow harsher. She cleared her throat and tried to continue on with their conversation. A few minutes later, her throat was getting raspier.
"Andrea? Are you okay?"
"Fine." She croaked, but began to cough harshly. Allie rushed over with a cloth in hand and passed it to Andrea who began coughing into it. Harry approached the three and noticed that the cloth had specks of blood on it and some of the substance dripped down from the corner of her mouth.
"I told you not to over do it." Charlie was looking concerned and Harry rushed off to get a glass of water. When he returned, he saw everyone crowding around them.
"Look, we appreciate your help, but I don't think this is in the dentist field." Allie said as the Grangers tried to look into her mouth. Harry brushed past them and gave Allie the water.
"Can she take this?"
Allie nodded and passed it to Andrea who choked slightly but managed to keep it down. "Good. I think I've got some aspirin in here." Allie said as she dug through her purse and produced two, but Andrea pushed them aside and turned to Harry.
"I've got some in Allie's room. Will you come with me?" He nodded, although he found this request very strange. Together they climbed the stairs and when they reached her room, Andrea closed the door and pulled Harry to the bed. "Open your link." He did as she said and concentrated on getting into Andrea's head. It was fairly easy for she was right in front of him and all of her shields were dropped. He floated inside for a while and then noticed a mental Andrea who was dressed in her purple robes again.
"You can create yourself a body, you know." She said in his mind with some amusement and he did as he said and saw himself standing there in the clothes he was wearing that evening.
"Why are we here?" He asked. It felt strange to be thinking but have it projected as if he was speaking.
"I've come to warn you."
Harry's brow furrowed. "About what?"
"That thing on your arm." He looked down and saw the Dark Mark staring back at him. "At seven o'clock, Voldemort will summon his Death Eaters for a punishment. It's the first meeting since that attack on you; he hasn't been strong enough to have one before."
Harry looked frightened and touched the mark gently. "What will happen?" He asked quietly.
"Voldemort uses these Marks as a way of communication, ownership, but also as a way to connect them all. If he places his finger on anyone's mark and mutters a spell, the spell will affect everyone who carries the mark, willingly or not. Tonight, he'll use the Cruciatius Curse five minutes after seven. You need to get yourself out of anyone's sight at that time and after it because I have no idea how long he plans to use it. Do you understand?"
"I do." He said quietly. "Where should I go?"
"Normally, I'd say Council Headquarters, but since the dream-weaver is still about, we could try St. Mungo's or Hogwarts."
"Why the hospital?" Harry asked.
Andrea shrugged. "The symptoms from that curse are almost the same as symptoms from a magic detox. Yours is gone because you were drained by someone or something, I'm not sure what. The council knows, you could ask them later."
Harry hastily made his decision. "I'll go to Hogwarts, but how will I get there?"
"Father stays there the whole summer usually so the best option would be to floo to his room. He'll be at the meeting anyway so it's not like he'll be able to question you. If you're still there when he comes back, say it was your scar and tell Dumbledore what I've told you."
Harry nodded but then thought of something. "Wait, you know your father is a Death Eater?"
"Of course." She said, giving him a funny look. "We don't keep secrets in our family unless it's to prevent hurt. My visions are secret because sometimes if I tell someone, the outcome's different from the desired one. Father told us he was a spy so that we wouldn't be scared or frightened if he was hurt through the mark or if I had a vision from the past that involved him." She explained gently and Harry began to understand. "You know, Harry, we're not like other children our age. We don't get to avoid trouble because it finds us and we can't pretend everything we go through is just a dream because people die from our denial."
"I know." He said quietly. And it was the truth, all of it. Even Ron and Hermione, both of whom had helped him in several dangerous situations, never had to make the difficult decisions; they were just along for the ride. None of them suffered because of who they were because they choose everything they were. "That's probably why I like hanging out with your family, you understand that life is difficult but it doesn't bring you down."
"Our family has never been an easy one." She agreed. "It's time to go back." Harry nodded and pulled himself out of her mind and back into his. He opened his eyes and found himself in the same position he was in before and got up off her bed. Andrea was up as well and found two aspirin that she quickly swallowed with the glass of water that she had brought from upstairs.
"Let's go." Harry said once he noticed that in this world, Andrea couldn't talk. "They're probably worried." She nodded and they walked downstairs to face thirteen people who were all looking up towards the stairwell.
"Are you okay?" Allie asked. Andrea signed something to her and Harry realized that she must have learned how to sign from communicating with Caleb and that she had probably taught it to her sister for Allie seemed to understand the meaning. "That's good. I guess we can leave." She grabbed her twin's and Harry's hands and pulled them to the door.
"Wait, dears." Mrs. Weasley said. "Andrea, if you'd like, I could go back to my home and get you a throat soothing potion." Andrea shook her head and signed something to Allie.
The empath looked surprised for a second. "Really? Huh." She then turned to Mrs. Weasley. "That's very kind of you but that potion contains slug mucus and in order to get that, you have to kill it. We're against that." All of the Weasleys looked slightly sick and Harry assumed it was because they had taken the potion at one time. "Well, let's go. We're going to be late." She said airily as Andrea rolled her eyes and Harry laughed quietly.
The oldest Weasleys disapparated away with a small 'pop' leaving the other ten to scramble into two of the Granger's cars and head off to the restaurant. They were already seated when the rest of the Weasley family walked in from their secluded apparation spot.
For a good part of the evening, the dinner went off without a hitch. The four parents often embarrassed their children, making the conversation light and lively. Percy who knew sign language was sitting next to Andrea and absorbing any information she had to tell about her home in Hell, Michigan. Her sister was talking to Bill, Fred and George about topics that ranged from her older brother (a subject Andrea wouldn't touch) to pranks she had pulled at her old school. Harry was conversing with his best friends and often Ginny who sat next to him and kept giving the Snape twins evil eyes for some reason he couldn't fathom. It seemed that the two were not as welcomed as he thought for Ron was shying away from the two as if they were going to curse him. But through all this amusement, Harry couldn't help but let his mind drift. Andrea had lent him her watch so he would know when to leave and as it grew closer to seven, he began to get jitterier.
"Harry, mate, are you alright?" Ron asked as he noticed Harry pushing his food around his plate with a fork.
He gave a weak smile and checked his watch again. 6:50. It was getting late, almost too late and he needed to get to a fireplace soon. "Fine. Just a little tired." Ron nodded sympathetically and left Harry to wonder how he would get to a wizard fireplace. Instead of coming up with an answer, he felt his glass of water being knocked over. Jumping up quickly, he dabbed at his pants with a napkin.
"Oh, dear." Allie said. "Why don't you go to the restroom and clean that up?" She commented easily though he caught the pointed look in her eyes. "Andrea, you said you had to go also. Why don't you lead?" The other girl nodded and they both headed off towards the bathroom. When they reached it, she pulled Harry behind a wall that shielded the girl's bathroom from any part of the restaurant. She held up a vile and swirled the black potion around.
"What is that?" Harry asked as he took the vial into his hands.
"Sciftan Potion. Draco told you about it?" Harry nodded and noted that her voice was thick and raspy. She had probably been saving it in order to tell him about the plan. "Drink it and concentrate on going to the Grangers' home. Don't try for Hogwarts; it's too far for a first time user. The destination for the floo-ing is Severus Snape's Quarters." She was coughing harshly now but managed to reach into her purse and pullout another vial. "Numbing potion. Just in case." She gave him a long hug and then stepped back and waited for him to drink it. "Concentrate." She warned as he downed the potion in one gulp. Harry did as she said and then closed his eyes. He felt his world spin around and around and pull his body into all different directions. When the world righted again, he opened his eyes and found, to no small relief, that he was back in the Granger's living room.
He turned on their electric fireplace again, shouted the destination and spun off to the school. Harry was greeted with dark stone walls and green tapestries with silver snakes blazoned across them. There was a small sitting area filled with dark leather chairs and tables made of ebony. He perched himself on the couch and felt slightly out of place and at a loss of what to do. Before, he had never known when danger was approaching and now he was sitting here waiting for it to happen. The clock read a minute after seven so he quickly downed the potion and placed the vial on the far end of the coffee table so he wouldn't smash it if he went into a fit. So there he sat, waiting for the four minutes to pass.
He laid back on the couch and took off his shoes but now the time only read 7:03. Breathing out harshly, he let his eyes close and began to relax. It was then that he felt a soft pain in his scar, probably lessened by the potion but even now it grew stronger. He hissed as he felt the familiar burning sensation and realized how little his scar had bothered him this summer. Now only a minute to go. He suddenly felt a sharp pull coming from the back of his mind along with his burning scar. Then he felt only the raw sensation of having his mind ripped from his body and pulled elsewhere as his scream tore out through the empty chambers of Snape.
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'What am I going to tell them?' Andrea thought as she made her way back towards the table. They all looked up, expecting Harry and gave her no notice when they realized she was by herself. Allie felt the waves of tension roll of her sister and quickly sent feelings of reassurance because she knew of the plan and its many risks. But Allie had to admit, it was the best plan they had and she hoped it'd work.
A minute passed and they all paid their separate bills, the twins taking Harry on theirs, before Allie stood up and tried to usher everyone outside. "Hey, everyone, Harry said that he would meet us outside. So if you could all please move towards the exit-" She was met with stubborn faces and sighed knowing it would be difficult.
"We'll wait for him." Hermione said, linking arms with Ron who nodded.
"He won't be here." Allie said, thinking fast. "He's already left. Something happened and he's rather embarrassed to be seen." The bushy haired Gryffindor looked slightly concerned and a little disbelieving but followed her family outside anyways. The older Weasleys disapparated leaving nine behind who were all climbing into the two cars. Each girl gave a discreet nod to the other before climbing into the front passenger seats with a small gray ball clutched in their fists.
"Close the door, would you?" Allie asked when two thirds of the Gryffindor trio left the door open to wait for Harry. "It's freezing." They complied with strange looks on their face; it was only summer after all. She squeezed the ball tightly until the gelatin coating popped and released the gray air into the car while she dived out and locked all the doors. Mr. Granger was too new to magic to recognize that it might be a potion, but Ron and Hermione did but both were unable to open their locked doors. When the smoke finally filtered out of the car, all three were slumped in their seats. Allie looked over to Andrea who nodded her head to her as she hoisted the body of Mrs. Granger out of her seat and reassumed the driving position, just like Allie did a minute later. Both cars pulled out of the restaurant without any of the muggles giving them a second glance.
'Phase one is complete.'
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Harry was once again suspended in thin air only this time the area around him wasn't peaceful and welcoming; it was hectic and unstable. He watched through eyes that weren't his as black shapes laid on the ground, baring their necks to their master as they bowed down on the dirt ground of the cemetery.
'They have no idea they're about to get slaughtered.' Harry thought as he saw the unmasked white faces that revealed people eager to please Voldemort. He now knew that he was in Voldemort's mind; who else would have the Death Eaters bowing at his feet and have a psyche as twisted as the one he was in? It was a strange feeling to be in someone else's mind, definitely not a trip worth being repeated however. But Harry, who had always gone against Voldemort's beliefs, could now understand why the Slytherin chose them. He knew that in his rightful mind that he wouldn't be sympathizing with this madman but here it was hard to keep his memories straight from Voldemort's and he had difficulty trying to recall what beliefs were his.
Right now, Voldemort was in the middle of a derogatory speech: let's kill Harry Potter, mudbloods must die, I am your supreme ruler, blah, blah, blah. Finally, he raised his wand and struck down three of his followers, not killing them but giving them some nasty jinxes making the others squirm in fear. The wand was raised again and Harry could hear the spell in his mind, almost like he had dredged in up from his own memories though he had never heard of this particular curse. Down went another two before he grabbed the fallen one closest to him and pressed his wand against his mark and hissing one word.
'Crucio.' At once, all the Death Eaters rolled around on the floor in torment as they grabbed at their arms, trying to deaden the pain. Harry felt the curse rip through his body and his mind screamed as it tore at the darkness that was Voldemort's mind. He hoped that the link between them didn't go just one way and that the pain that he was feeling now would be shared with Voldemort, but from the looks of things, he seemed unaffected. With his strength wavering, Harry felt himself slip back into his body but not before seeing a young girl carried over to Voldemort with her hands bound and her mouth gagged. He realized that she looked familiar and then it clicked, through Voldemort's mind or his own. She was a Parkinson, Pansy's younger sister. He prayed that she would be alright for tonight and made a promise to himself that when he got back to Hogwarts, he would be more understanding towards the Slytherins if this was how their summers went.
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Harry awoke the next morning with his faced pressed against the plush carpet in between the couch and the coffee table with a pounding migraine and a bruise on his temple where he hit his head on the table when he fell off the couch. He struggled to get up but the movement made him sick and he nearly vomited but managed to hold it back as the bile reached his throat. As he sat up, his hands came in contact with something sticky and cold and Harry realized that he had vomited already, but quite a while ago from the looks of it.
Last night had been one of the worst nights of his life and this morning was shaping up to be one of the worst. His throat was scratchy and dry from the screaming and heaving the previous evening and his muscles were cramped and twisted from his withering around on the couch. Glancing at the clock, he noticed it was only four in the morning so, picking himself up, he staggered over to the kitchen and poured himself some water in a goblet he had found after rummaging through Snape's cupboard. As he gulped it greedily, a door to his right swung open revealing a haggard Snape who was still dressed in his black dirt-smudged robes. He only looked slightly surprised to see his second cousin in his kitchen.
"Rough night?" Harry asked with a smirk as Snape groaned and grabbed a potion from his cabinet and tossed Harry one.
"I've had better. I'm guessing you felt it?" He asked while Harry stared at his potion. "Anti-nausea potion." He explained. Harry smiled and knocked it back before tossing the vial to Snape who left it on top of a shelf.
"Don't know how much I need it." Harry admitted as he looked over to where he had been sleeping. "I sort of threw up on your carpet." He muttered embarrassedly while Snape groaned and slapped his forehead with his hand.
"Why can't I just have teenagers in my life where the only time this occurs is when they're drunk?" He whipped his wand out and directed a cleaning spell over the area and in the next moment, it was as good as new.
"Sorry. Guess you're stuck with having diviners, empaths, weird hybrids and Voldemort's moving target." Harry shrugged and went searching through Snape's fridge and pantry.
"Just make yourself at home." Snape said sarcastically and Harry waved his thanks with his head still in the pantry looking for food other than potion ingredients. "I swear children are like locusts. They steal all your time, your food………" He trailed off when he noticed Harry munching on a piece of fruit. Snape waited till Harry's mouth was full before he continued. "So, are you ever going to tell Dumbledore about that mark on your arm?" He asked nonchalantly and just as he expected, that piece of apple flew from his small open kitchen to his living room. "Really, Potter, if you're just going to make a mess………" He sighed and waved the apple to the trash.
"How'd you know?" Harry gasped out.
Snape tsked and grabbed an apple for himself. "Don't you know the 'no secret rule' in our family?" Harry nodded. "Well there you go. Besides, Voldemort likes to brag about his latest conquests. You've become the new 'Death Eater whore.'" Harry's eyes widened and Snape crackled evilly.
Harry rolled his eyes at the laugh. "And to think, I was beginning to believe that you weren't a nasty bastard." Snape chuckled again.
"Seriously, Harry. None of your friends would care; it's not like you accepted it willingly. You were exhausted and had a powerful wizard burn it into your arm. I don't think anyone and I know no one in our family will think any differently of you." He said and then left towards his room, claiming the shower first.
"That's okay!" Harry yelled towards his cousin's retreating back. "I need to get home anyway. They're probably wondering what happened to me." Snape gave a noise of affirmation and Harry polished off his apple before tossing it in the garbage. He floo-ed back to the Granger home and realized that it might not be a good idea to show up at nearly five in the morning. He walked through the house and back to his room when he noticed that a few lights were left on, which was strange with it only be four in the morning.
He walked into his room and found everything as it should be, but to be safe he went and checked Allie's room finding both girls asleep over the covers in their clothes from last night.
The door creaked open slowly and Andrea snapped open her eyes and motioned for Harry to come over. "Hey. How was it?" She asked softly.
"Hell." He replied and she nodded sympathetically when she saw the bags under his eyes and the worn out way he carried himself. She then spotted the bruise under his temple and slid out of bed to grab a potion.
"When'd you get back?" She whispered while rubbing the healing potion on the bruise.
"Just now. Do you have the feeling something strange is going on here?" Harry asked distantly as he tried to figure out what it was. He then noticed Andrea wringing her hands together nervously on the bed. "What do you know?"
"Well, Allie and I figured that they wouldn't let you go without a reasonable explanation and we didn't know what to say, so we sort of……….drugged them."
"You wh-" He cried in outrage but was stopped when she placed a hand over his mouth.
"Quiet." She gestured towards Allie with her free hand. "Just follow me." He glared at her but obligingly got up and followed her towards Mr. and Mrs. Granger's room. They peaked in and if Harry hadn't been so angry with her, he would have found the whole scene amusing. There the seven of them lay sleeping on a king size bed sprawled in all different positions with handcuffs attached to both of their wrists and sometimes ankles, connecting them to other people's various limbs or the posts of the bed.
"Great." He said as he threw his hands up in the great. "This is just great. I can't believe you kidnapped my friends and handcuffed them to a bed." He then stood up a little straighter. "Do I even want to know where you got those handcuffs?"
"Draco's a kinky little bastard." She said slyly and then laughed when she saw Harry's expression. "Just kidding. I got them from my brother; they're magically enhanced to restrain all types of creatures. Anyway, this is not the real problem."
"What is the problem?"
"How are we going to get them back to their own houses?" She said as she looked around.
"Put Ron in my room, the twins in the extra guest room, and Hermione in her own room with Ginny. We can make up an excuse later." He said as he tried to figure out how to unlock the handcuffs. Andrea showed him and together they dragged an unconscious Ron to Harry's room and deposited him on the bed. "One down, four to go." He groaned.
"It's too early!" Andrea complained as she fell on the bed, not waking Ron up even though he bounced about half a foot.
"What did you give him?" Harry asked incredulously as he poked Ron harshly and received no response.
"A powerful sleeping draught. The sixth most powerful in the world to be exact." She commented as they grabbed Fred and dragged him to the guest room. They finally completed their task at half past five and together they fell onto Andrea's bed.
"Too tired. Can't move." Harry mumbled into her pillow.
Andrea shrugged indifferently. "Stay if you want because I'm not going to haul you to bed."
"Okay. Sleep good." He muttered as he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
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