Unexpected Visitor Chapter 5.
Return to Hogwarts.
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Summary: Harry is forced to return to Hogwarts because Dumbledore is dying and needs to see him. Snape and Malfoy accompany him.
The three men stepped out of Harry's flat.
"Right." Said Snape. "Where can we apparate from?" He had already discovered the anti-apparition wards surrounding Harry's flat when he had tried to apparate there that morning.
"There's any alley way about a hundred yards down the road." Said Harry flatly. He was nervous, not having apparated since leaving Hogwarts was bound to have left him rusty.
"Lets go. I'm bloody freezing and I need some breakfast." Announced Draco, setting off up the road at a ridiculously fast pace.
Snape, Harry and Draco apparated to the well known apparition point just outside the Hogwarts gates.
"Old place hasn't changed a bit" joked Draco, forgetting that he had only been there three days before.
Harry was silent. He hadn't looked up to see the castle yet, as though terrified of the memories it would bring back to him of the war, of losing his friends, of everything.
flash back
Harry sat up in the bed in the Hogwarts hospital wing, wincing as he stretched his arms above his still aching and bruised head. He touched his forehead, trying to figure out where the pain was coming from. His scar was ripped almost wide open.
"Bloody hell" he whispered, as the happenings of the last two days came back to him.
"Bloody, bloody, bloody hell." In his head, he saw everything. He saw Hermione fall. He saw Ron run her side, screaming curses as he did so. He saw Voldemort cursing him over and over again. He felt is own body twinge as he remembered the almost constant Cruciatus curses that the Death Eaters had fired at him. He tried to remember the night before the battle. The night with Draco. But his memory was not forthcoming. The last thing he could remember was he and Voldemort firing simultaneous curses, simultaneous bursts of green light from their Avada Kedavra. Being lifted into the air. Seeing Cedric. Seeing Molly and Arthur Weasley and feeling like he was going to die. Then his parents. All Voldemort's dead watching him as he threw off Prior Incantatem and threw the curse again.
It had struck Voldemort. Thrown the evil, snake faced man from his feet, then up into the air. More than anything, Harry remembered the impassive look on his mothers face as the ill-gotten life disappeared from Voldemort's body for the final time.
end of flash back
"Harry?" Draco had Harry by the shoulders. "Are you alright?" Harry raised his head, finally looking through the gates and seeing the castle. His scar burned with the fire and torture of that night.
Harry blinked twice, and looked at Draco.
"Yeah. I just, thought…I don't know. I'm fine, honest."
A house elf appeared in front of the trio with a 'crack'. "Mister Potter, Mister Malfoy, Professor Snape, sirs, Headmaster Dumbledore requests your presences immediately please sirs."
They followed the house elf up to the school and through those oh so familiar corridors to Dumbledore's office.
"Hermione Granger" announced the elf to the stone gargoyle.
Harry winced again at the sound of his best friend's name, as the gargoyle sprang aside and the charmed staircase fell to their feet. Harry walked quickly up the stairs, closely followed by Draco, and at more of a distance, Snape, who dismissed the house elf with a well-aimed kick.
Dumbledore was sitting in the same chair he always sat in, but he was a shadow of his former self. Harry gasped.
"Professor, what's happened to you?"
"Old age has finally happened, Harry. And it's nice to see you too. What happened all these years? Not even a social owl every six months! Not even a Christmas card. Too busy hiding from the past were you?"
Draco watched as Harry's emotions wrote themselves across the easy-to-read features of the man's face. His emerald eyes flashed with anger, and he suddenly gave in to it.
"How would you know anything about hiding from anything? You weren't there. You didn't see your friends die. You didn't have to watch Hermione fall and see Ron nearly kill himself as he cradled her body. You didn't have to face all the people Voldemort had ever killed. I killed those people, Dumbledore. It was my fault. If I hadn't been friends with Ron, Arthur and Molly would still be alive. Cedric. I killed him. I asked him to take the cup with me. And you say I shouldn't have run away from that."
"So you are admitting you ran away from it then Harry?" asked Dumbledore in the same tone as always, gentle and caring.
"Yes. What was I supposed to do?" Harry slumped in front of the fire and rested his elbows on his knees and cradled his head in his hands. He was crying.
Draco knelt beside him. "Harry, don't cry baby. Don't."
"I hate myself Drake." Sobbed Harry through his fingers. "He took everything I had. My best friends. I am all I've got and I hate myself."
"You've still got me, Harry." Whispered the blonde into Harry's ear.
Dumbledore watched this exchange with interest.
"Harry. I have called you here for a reason." He said. "I need your help."
"What? What more can I do for this world? I even made it so that the Philosophers Stone had to be destroyed. So you're going to die and its still all my fucking fault."
"I need your help in the muggle world. We found you, but it has taken us nearly two years. You were brought up in the muggle world, you know your way around, you know how to find people."
"Who." Said Harry defeatedly.
"Ron Weasley, last seen in Nottingham. Neville Longbottom, thought to be in or near New York. Seamus Finnigan, last seen in Dublin, visiting relatives who will divulge nothing of his location. Narcissa Malfoy, who we believe has fled to France. There are many others"
"Why can't bloody Malfoy find his mother?" spat Harry.
"I was dis-owned by my family when I joined the light by refusing to take the Mark before the war. I have had no contact with my mother for six years." Said Draco, making Harry jump, because he was still sitting beside him.
"Why do you need them? Why should we make them come back too? They obviously don't want to be found."
Dumbledore looked at Harry as though he was an idiot. "We need them to testify Harry. There are sixteen Death Eaters facing the Dementors Kiss. The Azkaban Lords have said that all need evidence from two people. But as you know, someone can only testify against people three times. So you can, Mr. Malfoy can, Severus can. Even I can. But there are not enough survivors still in contact for us to have all the Death Eaters Kissed. We need more people."
"If I testify, will Bellatrix Lestrange receive the kiss?" asked Harry, remembering the woman as she sent Sirius to his death.
"Yes."
"Then I'm in. And I'll help you find the others. On one condition."
"What's that Harry?"
"That as soon as the trials are over, I can return to my normal life."
"I think we can arrange that. If you still wish to, that is."
"Good." The Gryffindor stood up and walked out the room.
Draco found him an hour later, doing ridiculously dangerous things around the Astronomy Tower on one of Madame Hooch's Cleansweep Sevens. Draco mounted the Comet 360 that was lying next to Harry's bag outside the broom shed, and soared up to join him. Harry alighted on the top of the tower, and Draco was there shortly after him.
"Come to gloat Malfoy?" asked Harry, sounding worryingly like he had all those years ago at Hogwarts.
"God Harry. You sound just like you did when you were 13." Joked the blonde, lazily slipping off the broom and into the window of the top room of the Astronomy Tower. Harry flung himself through the window after Draco and sat down on the floor.
"Sorry, Draco. It's just…you know, remembering. Being here is making everyting come back to me, it's horrible." The tears began to slip down his cheeks again.
Draco sat on the floor next to Harry and slipped his arm around the man's shaking shoulders. He simply sat there holding Harry as he cried, then gently tipped his head up on his finger. With his other hand, he wiped the tears away with his thumb.
"Don't cry baby. You've got me now."
Pulling Harry close, he kissed the man's wet cheeks, infinitely gentle and loving.
"I'm so sorry Drake." Whispered the Gryffindor.
"What for?"
"I don't know."
Draco kissed Harry's cheek again, then his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. Then he kissed his lips, wet from the tears, but receptive and willing. He felt Harry slip his arms around him as though his life depended on that moment. As they sat together, kissing slowly, lazily, as though they had all the time in the world.
Suddenly, Harry pulled away from Draco and stood up.
"I can't do this Draco. It's either all or nothing."
Draco stood next to the bigger man and kissed him again.
"All, Harry. You and me against the world."
Harry kissed him back, hard and passionate, hands expertly undoing Draco's robes as he pushed him towards the sofa on the other side of the room. As Draco's robes slid from his pale shoulders, revealing only black boxers underneath, Draco felt Harry's hard length pressing into his thigh.
Draco felt his body responding to Harry. He quickly undid Harry's coat, slipping it off, and running his hands down the front of his partner's shirt. Harry's hands, which had been running all over Draco, suddenly slipped into his boxers, teasing the band around Draco's waist, and pulling them off the blonde's slim hips.
"Harry…" whispered Draco, breathless.
Harry froze.
"What's wrong?"
"Don't stop, Harry. Whatever you do, don't stop."
Harry's cold hands found Draco's cock, and he gently ran his finger down his length, remembering the last time they had done this in almost the very same place, almost exactly five years ago.
Draco has finally removed all of Harry's clothes, and they stood naked, pressed together, Harry's hand between them, caressing Draco towards orgasm.
"Harry…remember last time? Up here?"
It had been the first time they had given everything to each other. The screams had echoed off the stone walls of the room. It now seemed neither had been able to forget that magic night together, or the other nights which had followed it.
Draco was kissing Harry all over, his neck, his chest, sucking and biting his nipples, making the brunette moan with pleasure. He knelt in front of Harry, and took him in his mouth. Harry gasped.
A couple of blissful hours later, Harry awoke, Draco clasped tight into his arms.
"Morning baby" said the blonde sleepily. "Shit my back hurts!"
Sleeping on the sofa had helped neither of their backs, but emotional healing surpassed all physical problems.
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