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Everett Trattativa

Negotiator

Harry headed out of the Gryfindor common room only to be stopped by McGonagall. "Potter," McGonagall's face was tight, "we've just received new that the Dursleys have been killed." She searched Harry's face for emotion, but he was blank. "Potter if you don't want to go to classes today I can-"

Harry looked into McGonagall's eye, "thank you for telling me professor, but I need to go to class, I'll be alright." Harry weakly smiled.

McGonagall only nodded and left. Harry made his way to the potions dungeon where his friends were waiting for him. He didn't really know how to feel, he hated the Dursleys and they hated him. Maybe it was for the best, but they didn't deserve to die. He entered the potions room, blank of any expression or emotion.

Harry sat down next to Neville, when Snape rounded on him "Potter how delighted we are that you've decided to join us for class today." He sneered, "20 potions from Gryffindor and a detention tonight at 8 o'clock sharp!" Snape waited for Harry to protest or show some kind of defiance, but he just looked up with hollow eyes and nodded.

Snape faltered a second then whirled around and went back to the black board, where he started explaining the effects of wormwood when..BAM!

The dungeon doors slammed against the walls as Minister Fudge stormed in flanked by four Aurors. Snape flared, "Minister what is-" A sharp gesture cut him off.

"I am here to arrest Harry Potter on account of the murders of Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley. Your sentence is life imprisonment in Azkaban."

"WHAT!" Harry stood "but I didn't!"

"Save it Potter." Fudge said coldly, snapping his fingers, "Take him."

The four aurors approached Harry. "NO, no I didn't do it, I'm innocent!" Harry backed up as far as he could, frantically searching everyone's face. Hermione was crying into Ron's chest, while Ron had pure hatred in his eyes. "Please." Harry said helplessly, "I didn't do it, I didn't."

"Someone silence him!" Fudge said irritably.

"NO!" Harry looked at Snape, "Professor-" but he was cut off as the silencing spell hit him. Harry's eyes pleaded with his surly Professor as the Aurors dragged him off. ~

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Harry woke up screaming, sweat covering his body. Ron pulled back his curtains. "Harry, was it another dream?" Harry nodded, "Will you be alright?" Another nod. Ron hesitated, before adding "Okay, well breakfast is starting so you'd better hurry up."

Harry smiled weakly, "Go ahead I'll meet you and Hermione in the dungeons."

Ron smiled, "Alright." As Ron left, Harry sighed.

That was the fifth time this week he'd had that dream. Shaking it off he climbed out of bed, collected his robes and headed to the Prefects bathroom. Opting for the shower instead of the bath, Harry took off his clothes and stepped into the shower, turning the water as hot as it would go. He finally started to relax, letting the stream fill his lungs and the water flow all over his body. As he did, he started to think about his dream. What was it supposed to mean?

So absorbed in his thoughts Harry didn't hear the door open, or someone get into the shower with him. Not until he felt a light touch on his shoulder did he turn. Before he could say anything Draco claimed his lips with his own. Draco pulled away and traced the line of Harry's jaw. "What's wrong?"

"I had that dream again, with the Dursleys." Harry frowned.

"Well we'll just have to do something so you forget about that dream." Draco started kissing Harry's neck and rubbing against him. Harry groaned and captured Draco's lips pushing him against the wall. Their kissing, biting, licking, and pushing finally ended when Harry said, "Draco"-kiss- "we"-kiss-"have"-kiss-"to"-kiss-"go"-kiss-"to"-kiss-"class."

Draco growled and pulled away, pouting slightly before smiling, "Fine but I'm scheduling our next 'therapy' lesson for tonight at 9 so don't be late." Draco kissed Harry one last time then left, leaving a smiling Harry behind him.

Five minutes later Harry was clean, dressed, and heading toward the dungeons when a hand placed on his shoulder stopped him. "Mr. Potter," McGonagall started. "I have grave news for you." 'Oh no' Harry thought. "Your family has been killed."

'NO!' Harry's mind screamed, "Are you sure Professor?"

McGonagall had a sad smile on her face, "Very sure, if you'd like to be excused from classes today I-"

"No, no thank you Professor." Harry slowly turned around and headed to the dungeons. 'This can't be happening, it just can't!'

Harry walked into Potions class, everything was set up the same, they were even doing the same potion from his dream.

Snape glared at Harry "well Potter don't just stand there all day." Harry didn't move, "20 points form Gryffindor, sit down now!" No movement "Another 20 and detention tonight at 8 o'clock sharp!"

Harry looked into Snapes eyes, "I don't think I'll be able to make it tonight Professor."

Snape's head whipped round. "And why is that, have a full schedule do we?"

"My dream is coming true, and I fear that the outcome will be the same." No one understood what Harry was talking about, except for Draco. Harry locked eyes with him and nodded. "I didn't do it."

"Do what Potter?" Snape barked.

"You'll find out soon."

"If you don't sit down this-"

Harry held up his hand, "They'll be coming soon Professor don't worry."

Just then the doors slammed open and Fudge came into the dungeon along with four aurors.

"What is the meaning of this?"

"Calm down Professor Snape, I am here to arrest Harry Potter for the crime of murdering Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley, using Unforgivables, and using magic against muggles."

Hermione gasped and started sobbing into Ron's chest, Ron had a protective arm around her and has pure disgust written across his face.

"Take him." The Aurors grabbed Harry and led him out of the room.

In the background Harry could hear Snape putting Hermione in charge and following them out the door. Silent tears streamed down Harry's face. When they reached the Entrance Hall Dumbledore and McGonagall were already waiting for them.

Dumbledore approached Fudge, only pure sadness was in his voice, "When will Potter's trial be?" There was no twinkle in his eye, only disgust and sadness. McGonagall was crying silently and Snape was looking at Harry through blank eyes.

"There won't be a trial Albus, we have enough evidence to lock him up for years." Fudge replied in a smug manner.

Realization hit Harry, they all thought he had killed the Dursleys, no one was going to help him now. Just then, right there, at that very moment Harry died a thousand times, his eyes turning dead and lifeless.

"Any last words Potter?" Fudge asked evilly.

Harry slowly nodded; he looked up directly into Dumbledore's eyes, then into McGonagalls', and finally into Snape's. "Remember this moment." He stated in a hollow voice, void of any emotion, "The moment you sent me to hell. To a hell filled with silent screams and an icy fire. Remember whom you're sending, what I've done for you willingly, and what you're doing to me now. May this moment haunt your dreams at night and fill your mind in the day. Remember the moment you sent an innocent man to hell." The Professors were taken aback, as Harry hardened his eyes. "Sweet dreams Professors."

"That's enough Potter." Fudge stated, "Take him to the gates." The Aurors holding Harry started to drag him away. They paused a moment when they heard running coming from the dungeon, and as Harry looked up the Aurors started moving again. Draco was standing in the doorway, sadness filling his eyes as he mouthed the works 'Hold on' before the Great Entrance doors were closed.

~

Harry had been in Azkaban for five days, but it felt like five years. Most of the time he was passed out; the Dementors seemed to swarm around him. Each day they amount they came lessened, he was just running out of energy and memories for them to feed off of. Harry wouldn't break, huddle in a corner and die, no Harry stood in his cell, perfectly straight and defiant. Only when it was well into the night would he move to his cot.

The nights were the worst of all, for everything came alive at night. Harry would hear Cedric's voice, his mother begging Voldemort to spare Harry.

Voldemort.

He was in almost every moment of everyday. It wasn't just vision Harry would see now, it was plans, details, every evil thought that ran through his head was heard and seen by Harry. It was some kind of reaction from the Dementors, Harry figured one night. It had to be. So many were dying, so many different names and faces were the next targets, and he was helpless against him.

On the sixth day in Hell Harry was standing as usual with his eyes closed trying to focus on everything, but Voldemort. He closed himself off from the world, all sounds going completely silent. So withdrawn into himself was Harry that couldn't hear or sense the three people approaching. He didn't hear the cell door open or the people enter.

Harry was thrown back into the living when a faint call of 'Harry' was heard. Again it called 'Harry' in a gentle voice. A tear slipped down his cheek. 'Harry' a little louder and more forceful. Harry slowly opened his eyes, and there standing in front of him was Draco Malfoy. A strangled cry escaped his lips as he crumpled to his knees. Draco followed, pulling Harry into a hug.

Draco kissed his forehead and smoothed back his hair. Harry's eyes were dead with only a small spark lingering in them. He launched an attack on Dracos lips with his own which was returned eagerly. "Oh my God Draco, I've missed you."

"Me too Harry. I know you didn't do it." Draco rested his forehead against Harrys. "We're here to help you."

"We?" For the first time Harry looked and noticed the other two people in the room, Snape and McGonagall. "What are they doing here Draco?" Harry whispered.

Draco pulled Harry up and stood back a little. "We're here to help you. I told Professors Snape and McGonagall about your dreams." He looked back at the Professors. "We thought it would be best if we didn't tell the Headmaster." Draco pulled a cloth out of his pocket. "Inside this is a portkey that will take you to New York. McGonagall transferred half of your money into a universal bank, for muggles. We brought you some better clothes to change into and we'll give you a quick clean up." Draco sadly smiled at Harry, "We'd better get started so take off your clothes."

Harry raised an eyebrow at Draco and did as told save for the underwear. Snape muttered a cleaning spell that got off the grime, washed his hair and trimmed it. McGonagall put a 'good smell' charm on him and Draco handed him his clothes. A dark black sweater and black undershirt, with black slacks, socks, and shoes. Harry gave a weak laugh, "I wonder who picked out my clothes." He said to Snape. Snape's eyes softened a second then went back to the same black stare.

Draco started talking again, "After we get out of here I'm going to activate the portkey so be sure you're holding it. It will only last fifteen seconds, we've go to go now." Draco stepped back.

McGonagall came forward and hugged Harry, "I knew you wouldn't have done that. I'm sorry you had to be here. Go to New York and have a great life, maybe one day I'll see you again." She hugged him again then walked into the hall.

Snape came next and just stood in from of Harry looking down his nose at him. He stuck out his hand, which Harry took and shook it. "Thank you Professor."

"Have a better life Potter." He stepped away and went out to McGonagall.

Draco looked at Harry before pushing him against the wall in a bruising kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco and deepened the kiss. Tongues explored each other's mouth. They stayed that way until a throaty noise was made by Snape, distracting them. Draco reluctantly pulled away and whispered in Harry's ear. "I love you."

"I love you too Draco." Harry said, nuzzling Draco's neck.

"I'll find you Harry, one day I will, it's destiny." One more kiss. "Goodbye Potter."

"Thank you Malfoy, until we meet again." Draco sadly left with the Professors.

Harry opened the cloth Draco gave him, and inside lay a gold ring in the shape of a snake with emerald eyes. He put it on the ring finger of his right hand and waited.