Author's Notes: Thanks again to all reviewed. I got so many responses—I feel so loved! ::glomps readers:: Last time Harri and Draco escaped the hellish fake Hogwarts, using Draco's charmed wand as a portkey. Suspicious and confused, Harri stands before he teachers and classmates ready to protect Draco at any cost. Look, look! Draco/Harri stuff… Yay! Please note: In this story, Draco never sided with Voldemort. While raised to believe that he should, Draco doesn't want to be a death eater. Severus is somewhat aware of how Draco really feels about Voldemort, but Draco has no idea that his Head of House is a spy. You'll have to read to learn Narcissa's stance on everything. You guys were so nice in your reviews. Thanks to the following for reviewing: kiwi93809, athenakitty, Danelle, sae, ennui deMorte, lolitastorm, Sakura Saisaka, Chompekitas, and BNA! The reviews made me a very, very happy Shanni. Oh yeah, in case I forget, please review! ^_^
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More Than You Think You Are
Chapter Sixteen: Oh, I have done wrong, but what I did I thought needed be done—I swear!
Hermione had listened to Fawkes' explanation silently, paying close attention. The wheels in her mind began turning, and it was then that she knew Fawkes' either deliberately, or unintentionally, was keeping something from him. Dumbledore, who had also remained silent, just as the rest of the group, said nothing. Even when Remus entered the room, and the story was retold something didn't sound right. Was he not aware that a serious piece of information was being withheld? Fawkes' story while entertaining made no sense. Rather, it made some sense, but there were parts of the story that was too illogical to be true. Hermione looked at her companions, wondering if they too could see through the façade. She desperately wished she had a quill and parchment. She wanted to record the conversation, so that later on, she could look at things from different angles.
"Professor Chaffin, or is it Fawkes? I've been meaning to ask you something about your story."
Fawkes, in human form smile at her, and was gesturing for her to continue. He was always pleased to see such thirsty minds craving for education. With the attention moved away from him, he watched the group, wondering if the caught the loophole in his story. It seemed to him, that only Ms. Granger could see his flaw.
"I'm no genius or anything, but I know a bit about that whole 'seventh son of a seventh son' legend, and what you are saying about Harri doesn't make sense. How could Harri have the powers that someone born seventh of a parent born seventh? What I'm trying to say is this: Why isn't Professor Snape the one that inherits all of the things you described?"
The majority of the eyes in the room shot up save for Dumbledore who looked as if he had been waiting for this question to arise. It appeared to the phoenix that perhaps there was more to this assembly than he had given them credit for.
"I was wondering when someone would point that out. You ask a very good question Ms. Granger. Yes, Professor Snape should have inherited the things that Ms. Potter now possesses. For a short time he did. Of course, his abilities were simply attributed to his wizard blood. I don't know if you were aware Severus—but have you ever felt when you were a young boy that you had to make something whenever you felt as if something was destroyed?"
The attention was again turned away from himself, to the greasy haired potions master. Severus shrugged his shoulders, not fully able to remember when such a thing had happened to him. Crossing his arms, and looking away from the phoenix, he answered softly.
"I don't remember."
"No, I don't suppose you would remember. When Harri was born, she inherited most of the abilities that you once had. Like I said earlier, Ms. Granger, Ms. Potter here, is the product of two magical lines. Severus and Lily were both at some point in their lives the seventh in line in their family, and coven respectively. She also received the powers that Lily has once held."
Remus, who had been so absorbed in the story, had just remembered something he had read in one of the letters James had left for him. Fumbling around in his pockets, he tried to recall what exactly it was that James had mentioned about Lily.
"I too have a question Fawkes. Lily once told me that she was clairvoyant, but even after Harri was born she mentioned in one of her letters that she knew she would die, and she knew she would eventually return. After Harri was born, shouldn't her prophetic visions have stopped?"
Fawkes sighed, sitting on the recently vacated bed. They were asking so many questions, that even he had to stop for a breather. Everything was so muddled, and while he could see bits and pieces of numerous futures, he couldn't for certain given them answers about things they thought were so clear cut.
"Lily and Severus are Harri's parents, Remus. Just because she exists now doesn't mean every power that they had goes into her. Children don't inherit every trait they have from their parents. Grandparents and great grandparents also contribute to the creation that is the human body. Any other children that come from their union will be as powerful as Harri, if not more so. Concerning the power that they possess, Severus and Lily have reverted back to about the same amount they had before she was born. Lily, when she returns won't have as many prophetic dreams, and Severus although he passed his abilities on, is still a Potions Master. His ability to create virtually anything that can be brewed, well that is something very few people can claim."
Everyone digested what he said in silence. There was definitely more to Fawkes then he let on. Ron, who had been silent for the majority of the conversation had chosen to simply listen, taking in everything that was being said. No one knew for certain if any of what he spoke was believable—if they should believe it. However, all of them desperately wanted to. Before anyone could further ask Fawkes anything, the distant sound of the press loomed closer. Ron could hear them, all eager to get snapshots of the returned heroine. He frowned slightly, his normally cheerful visage scowling at the thought of strangers asking his best friend personal questions. His azure eyes turned to his best friend, watching to see what she would do. It was a known fact that Harri hated being placed in leadership roles. She was never comfortable with the idea of instructing others, but she simply had no choice. More often than not, people sought her out for advice, much to her chagrin.
Fawkes morphed back into his true form, and took his place upon Dumbledore's shoulder. The doors to the cramped room were flung open, and in stepped Minister Fudge, a toad looking woman that Harri, Hermione, and Ron were sure that they never saw before, and a plethora of reporters and other free lance press agents. Camera flashed, and before any of the members of the intruding party could enter, Harri stepped, and slammed the door behind her. Scowling at the offending group, she crossed her arms waiting for whoever was in charge to step forward. Although Fudge was obviously the highest ranking government official, he was by far the least qualified to take command of anything. No, she thought as her emerald eyes scanned for a more competent representative. She smiled slightly when she saw Arthur Weasley, and Percy. She waved them over, upset that she had to push through the crowd. She shook Percy's hand, but not before giving him a friendly hug, and a messing up his usually impeccable hair. He frowned at her behavior, but she shrugged it away. She was going to get Percy Weasley to loosen up; even if she had to drag the fun loving person that she knew lay dormant within out. She hugged Mr. Weasley as well, happy to see members of her best friend's family.
"It's nice to see you again, sir. Percy."
"Welcome back Harri. The entire Weasley clan has missed you terribly."
She quirked a raven eyebrow at the slight cough Percy gave. Instead of frowning as he probably expected her to do, she slapped him on the back, leading them inside. Harri smirked at his apparent disappointment at not being able to rile her. Sometimes Harri truly wondered if he really were a Weasley. There was always a black sheep in every family, and he just happened to be the least Weasley of the Weasleys as it were. Ron stared at his father and older brother curiously. Harri gestured for them to find seats in the extremely cramped room. Both men declined. Ron arched a red eyebrow in Harri's direction, obviously wanting answers immediately. It wasn't as if he was ashamed of his older brother and father, but they did have a tendency of embarrassing him unintentionally. His father for instance, never had been afraid to display his fascination for muggles and anything pertaining to muggles, but the school as a whole wasn't as welcoming to such sentiments. Percy of course, well he was just a pompous git that enjoyed throwing what little influence he with the Ministry around. What were they doing here? Before any form of questioning could begin, Minister Fudge entered the room with his usual pomp and circumstance. Swaggering in like he owned the place, Fudge gave Harri a look of utter contempt.
"So it is true, you have returned to us. Oh this is such a joyous day."
The Minister said sarcastically, earning glares for the majority of people in the room. Harri refrained from sneering, instead choosing to ignore his poor efforts at baiting her. He gestured for the group to follow him back into the Great Hall. As expected, Dumbledore had cancelled classes for the day which, in Harri's opinion would do nothing but cast more light unto herself and Draco. Perhaps this was her headmaster's true intentions. Why did he wish to encourage rumors? Had the man finally succumbed to senility? Harri's back arched as she reentered the dining hall. Although the classes had been cancelled for the day, none of the students had exited. She also noticed that none of the teachers seemed to be doing anything to get them out either. The Great Hall had been transformed into a makeshift press room, complete with microphones. She had no idea that for press conferences muggle objects like microphones were charmed to work in the school. The four house tables had disappeared, and in their place were hundreds of chairs. In those chairs sat her classmates, along with many other faces she had never seen before. Although Harri never really associated with many outside of her house, she now wished she could put names to the faces that stared back at her. Harri could feel the heat rise to her cheeks as she saw her peers sitting behind the news crews. This was obviously a poor attempt by Fudge to have her flustered and embarrassed by the sight of so many people. While she was nervous, Harri had faced larger crowds at the Tri-Wizard tournament. She wasn't about to be deterred by a bunch of nosy reporters. She smiled at Ron, and Hermione, before turning her attention back to the press members.
Her mind wandered to the stupidity of having students at what was obviously supposed to be a private meeting. She chose to ignore the fact that the results of the 'private' meeting would eventually become public information to the masses. Harri surmised that the news of their return had spread over the wire tap because there were witches and wizards from all over the world. Harri blushed at the unwanted attention she was receiving from some of the younger male reporters. As she was led up to the high table with Professor Dumbledore, she tried to keep her mind focused on the proceedings. Sitting beside her to her left was Dumbledore, an empty seat was to her right, and next to that was Professor Snape, who sat next to Professor McGonagall. Minister Fudge sat next to Dumbledore. Harri fiddled with the lapels on her newly charmed uniform. She wondered who the hell would insist upon having a press conference not an hour after their arrival. She hadn't even had the chance to rest. Harri hadn't realized how tired she was until she sat down. She had to suppress a frown with a strange half smile. They had been through a trying ordeal, but were they cut any slack? She wished she could get this over with already.
"Professor, why are we here right now? Draco is still resting, so what do they expect me to say?"
Dumbledore frowned at her question as if he were contemplating a diplomatic approach to her answer. Harri wondered if anyone else, aside from her saw the absurdity of the situation. Didn't these people have any morals? Couldn't they contain their bloody 'search for the truth' for one ruddy day? Draco wasn't even here with her and she was expected to answer for the both of them? Over the few months she had been (technically) away from Hogwarts, her perception of Dumbledore had been sullied. He seemed less like that invincible wizard that was a constant in her life. More and more she began to realize that she was being used, and at the very least manipulated. Between him and Voldemort, Harri had become little more than a pawn to Dumbledore. Her min drifted back to the conversation she and Draco had. Draco had claimed, (and probably still did) that the war was not so black and white.
What she represented to the masses, he had said was 'hope in an uncertain future.' Harri had countered his argument arguing that all futures were uncertain; with nothing carved in stone. She had been unnerved at his opinion. She didn't want to be a false hope in the public's eye. It was foolish to place all their dreams upon her, because even if she did succeed (which she was determined to do) the future was what everyone made of it. Despite what Fawkes had said, she believed all people should weave their own destiny. Following paths made by others was easy, but those that made the right choices in their lives would reap the benefits. Although they fought along on the same side of the magical spectrum, she was being used. What made everything worse was that she was unable to confront him about his refusal to tell her about Snape being her father. Harri waited patiently for him to answer her question. He didn't bother; instead he averted his eyes to her completely. Standing up, bring the chatter in the room to a halt, he spoke in the quiet.
"Ladies and gentleman, please be aware that any line of hostile inquiries will be ignored and you will be escorted off the premises. Furthermore, any questions concerning Draco Malfoy should be saved for himself. Ms. Potter will only answer questions concerning her. With that said, you all may begin."
A muscular dark skinned man with a fade haircut stood first, his parchment gripped tightly, ready with a Qwik Quotes quill in readiness. His associate, a tan blonde man with curly hair began snapping photos of her from various angles. Harri grimaced from the brightness of the bulb, silently wishing that he would get a digital muggle camera.
"Gabriel Taylor, the Pumpernickel Post. Ms. Potter, how is it you managed to suddenly appear inside the school grounds, when it is a known fact that apparition into Hogwarts is impossible?"
Harri looked at her teachers, before nervously turning to the reporter. She leaned into the microphone, her voice wavering only slightly. At least he hadn't asked anything that would malign her.
"I used a wand as a port key, and we were sent to the Great Hall."
"Do you know how your portkey managed to send you there?"
Harri was tempted to lie, to give an easy fib. She had no clue how they ended up in the hall. She didn't even realize someone could have activated a portkey spell there. Dumbledore covered Harri's microphone before she could answer. Giving the man a friendly smile, the twinkle in his eye present, he answered for her. Harri leaned back into her chair, more than willing to let him.
"I'm afraid that for security purposes we can not tell you how she entered the hall. There are portkey destinations throughout the school, and to give away their locations would compromise the security of this school, sir."
The man nodded, accepting the ambiguous answer at the moment. Suddenly, a plump looking Japanese woman stepped in front of the American reporter. She frowned at his refusal to back farther from her. She shoved him further to the side, her own magical microphone in her hand. Giving her a pretty smile, she stared into the eyes of the professors.
"Makoto Yamakashi, Goluden Sora News. Professor Snape, isn't it true that Ms. Potter and Mr. Malfoy disappeared in your potions class, whilst they were creating a Time Warp Potion? Furthermore, why was a time travel potion being taught to fifth year students? Shouldn't your students have had better safeguards than you simply choosing not to say the incantation to activate the brew?"
Severus, who had been looking absolutely disgruntled at the entire press junket, gave the petite woman one of his best glares. Her insinuation was not only insulting—she was trying to place blame on him, a mere teacher forced to teach a bunch ungrateful brats. Clearing his throat, he leaned towards his microphone, gripping the tablecloth under the table, to help quell his anger.
"Yes it is true. Ms. Potter and Mr. Malfoy did disappear in my class. As for why the potion was being taught, it was in the fifth year curriculum this year, which I might add is approved by the Ministry's Board of Education. I have no control over what gets in the textbooks, I am merely asked to teach whatever is inside. Moreover, Ms. Yamakashi, if you were forced to teach my infamously rowdy group of Slytherin and Gryffindor fifth years than you would understand why I said the incantation. The entire class was boisterous that day, and they didn't have the chant's proper pronunciation correct. Which, I might add was written on the blackboard as clear as day. I would have never yelled out the chant normally, however I only did so do gain their attention.
"Even though I did say the incantation, none of the students were to go so far as to actually complete the assignment in full. That particular project was to be exploratory. None of my students would have been affected, save for the ones that went further than told, against my orders. Are you a Potions Master Ms. Yamakashi? If you are, than a person such as you should be able to understand the methods in which I teach my students. If you are not, then you have no right to question the ways in which I instruct my students."
The reporter gave him a glare of her own. Her quill wrote down his every word, but she had a few tricks of her own up her sleeve. Smirking at the greasy haired man, she continued to pepper him with questions. Deciding upon a new tactic, the reporter asked more calculating questions.
"I was always taught that the best excuse is no excuse Professor. This still doesn't excuse your obvious lack of concern for the students in your care. Also, don't your actions imply that you have no control over your class?"
Severus sputtered angrily as if he were about to retort back rather nastily, but was silenced when Harri chose this opportunity to interrupt what could become an explosive conversation. Clearing her throat loudly, she drew the attention back towards herself.
"If I may say so Ms. Yamakashi was it? Malfoy and I have never really gotten along, and the fact that the class was boisterous was most likely because of our own arguing. The two of sometimes have a tendency to provoke arguments between our houses. While it is true Professor Snape ordered the class to say the incantation, I believe the reason we went to the past was because Draco and I had already commented on where we wished to go in the past. We were the only students that hadn't been paying attention to Professor Snape's directive to not finish the potion, and we did take the next step in the potion by our willingness to suffer."
"What kind of suffering would that be Ms. Potter?"
The reporters leaned in further as if they were about to hear a juicy detail. Harri smirked at the eagerness, but was also annoyed that they were trying to pinpoint blame upon her father. The last thing he needed was bad press. He wasn't known as a ray of sunshine in the wizarding world, and if she wished to keep him from suffering the blame because of her mistakes she'd have to do something. She couldn't afford to jeopardize his position at Hogwarts. She would not lose him to the machinations of an eager beaver journalist. Glaring at the young journalist, she prepared herself for verbal sparring.
"It is a known fact that I am dismal at potions. Since I would be working with Malfoy I knew I couldn't afford to fail the assignment, although my partner wasn't making things easy with the insults we exchanged. Anyway, I read the footnotes of the assignment, which indicated that the brewer—in order to time travel must be willing to suffer the pains of time travel."
Their interests were peaked; even the students were whispering amongst themselves wondering what she could possibly be referring to. Other journalists, wanting to get face time with her and her professors, shoved the Japanese reporter out of the way. Harri's attention was suddenly drawn to the figure that had crept in silently through the side doors of the Great Hall. Through her peripheral vision, she could see the confusion in his silver eyes. Draco, now patched up and looking very healthy stepped up to the high table and took the empty available seat beside her. He smirked at their stares, smiling with a confident gait. The students' mouths nearly dropped as they saw him now. He looked much different from the figure they saw only hours ago. His features, formerly bloody and battered, were now healthy. The color had returned to his face, and a few of the girls blushed at his newly developed muscle. His hair was no longer swept back, but now covered his eyes slightly, giving him a mysterious sexy look. Ignoring his teachers and classmates, his eyes stared at the members of the press, who had already begun shouting questions at him. His entourage, consisting of his mother, and the ever present goons Crabbe and Goyle, took a seat behind the Ministry officials. Harri contained the smile she felt when he gave her hand a light squeeze under the table.
Professor McGonagall, who had remained silent up until this point, chimed in amid the eerie quiet. Tapping the glass with her wand, she smiled at the crowd, now pleased she caught the attention of her large audience. She briefly looked to Dumbledore, whose blue eyes twinkled with anticipation. Draco leaned back in his seat, probably still winded from his ordeal, he drowned out the sound of her voice. Avoiding complete eye contact with Harri, she could still feel his feet rub against her own. A shiver traveled from her hand to her spine. The entire situation, had it not been so serious would have made her laugh. She was playing footsies with Draco under the table, and no one had a clue! She would have continued her daydreams, but Professor McGonagall broke her from her reverie.
"Ladies and gentleman, this press conference will have to be postponed. Our returning students are obviously tired, and need their rest. This meeting will reconvene next Monday at 11:00 am sharp. Please excuse this inconvenience. We welcome you to join us then. Good day."
"The public has a right to know the truth, Professor McGonagall. I don't think my readers would be pleased to find out that you are blocking the public from accessing information. Yes, I think I'll write about this injustice in tomorrow's morning edition, and I'll be sure to mention your name repeatedly."
A raven haired freckled man angrily spat out. Glaring at the woman, he had no what he was messing with. The older witch glared at his insolence, but breathed deeply. Relatively calmer, Professor McGonagall closed her eyes praying to anyone that would listen for patience. Leaning over the table, she addressed his rude behavior.
"Although the public has a right to know the truth, you have no right to threaten me, or anyone in this school administration. Now if you don't want to abide by these rules you don't have to, you do have the option of not returning. But if you write anything defamatory about the students, faculty, and staff, then we'll sue you for libel."
Professor McGonagall said snappishly. She had dealt with tougher students before, and this young chit was no different. The reporters who had come from all parts of the world were obviously upset by the deferral, but could do nothing about it. Mr. Weasley and Percy had already given their goodbyes, vowing to return for a visit in the morning. They left the Hall, going a fair distance from the school so that they could apparate. Slowly the groups began to disperse, with the teachers advising that they leave the dining hall. When Harri, Draco, McGonagall, Dumbledore, Snape, Hermione, Ron, Mrs. Malfoy were alone they gave a sigh of relief. Draco turned to his mother bidding her goodbye for the day. His mother insisted that he return home at once so that they could spend time together, but Draco had other plans. Embarrassed by his mother's jovial hug, he blushed when his mother peppered him with kisses as he escorted her to exit of the hall, with her going back to Malfoy Manor. She would talk with her son later, when they had the luxury of privacy. She wanted to be with her son away from Lucius' prying eyes. Narcissa avoided Dumbledore's eyes, but they seemed to have a silent agreement. What was said between the two would remain so.
When they were out of the hall, Draco turned to the group that seemed to stare at him curiously. Fishing in his pockets for his wand, he pulled returned the hall to its previous state, walking out of the door. He cast a look back at them, raising a blonde brow. Crossing his arms impatiently, he waited for them to follow. Harri walked behind him, with Ron and Hermione at her side. She avoided his gaze as best she could, lest she give away their 'relationship'. They happened upon Dumbledore's office rather quickly, and waited for him to give say the password. Inside, sat Remus and Snuffles, sifting through various documents. Dumbledore conjured chairs for everyone present, gesturing for Draco and Harri to take the nearest seats. The group, now in a semi circle surrounding the two were silent, merely choosing to look at them expectantly. Draco shifted in his chair getting upset with their stares.
"What is it? Stop bloody staring at me!"
Draco snapped angrily, glaring at the offenders. Harri glared at him, before turning to Dumbledore. What happened to all of the tact he had perfected when they were in the past?
"Who authorized the press conference, professor? Since when can the Ministry just come in and bully us into telling reporters everything?! We haven't even been back here for three hours, and everyone's in my face demanding answers. Can't we just issue a statement without everyone shouting questions at us?"
Dumbledore sighed, stroking his white beard. His eyes were pensive, but Draco felt as if there was something else under them. He sneered at his headmaster with distrust. He wanted to scream aloud that they were under the influence of the not-so-subtle machinations of her beloved headmaster. When would Potter learn that the man knew more than he let on? Just because her life, and the lives of others were at risk didn't mean she would get answers out of him. Trying to get a straightforward answer out of Dumbledore was like pulling teeth.
"I believe we shouldn't say anything until we've got our story straight."
Harri said conciliatory, breaking his thoughts. Was she trying to placate his anger towards the older wizard? Perhaps he was broadcasting his thoughts to loudly. Unfortunately, Draco had no real way of knowing whether or not she was invading his mind. They hadn't learned how to block each other from entering the others thoughts just yet. Perhaps he was thinking to loudly. He would have to master the technique; otherwise it could be used against him.
"What story Potter? There is no story. We didn't do anything wrong, although that blasted bird did. Speaking of which, that little bugger is going to get it!"
He growled out, standing up looking about the room for the fire bird. Harri yanked him back down into his seat with a glare. She shook her head at his behavior although Fawkes deserved every bit of whatever Draco would give him. Hermione's eyes flickered between the two before a knowing smile crept upon her face. She definitely wanted to know what happened between those two while they had been in the past, to cause Harri to calm Draco so easily.
"Harri already yelled at Fawkes while you were unconscious Malfoy."
Ron piped in; taking no notice of the sour look Malfoy was giving him. Turning to Harri, his face was incredulous. What did Weasley know about Potter? She wouldn't have been so careless as to let them know why she had yelled at the bird would she? Then again, judging from the looks he was receiving, he had a feeling she had spilled the beans. He stood up towering over her angrily.
"You told them Potter, didn't you? Why would you tell them anything?! Ugh, I knew I should have never told you that story."
He said yelling in her face. Harri's own ire was raised by the way he was treating her. How dare he get angry? Of course she was going to tell them! They needed to why the two of them were sent to the past in the first place. They probably had their own ideas about what had happened. There was nothing wrong with telling them the truth, anyway! Standing up to face him, Harri clenched her fists to her side, wanting to punch the snot out of him and his ungratefulness.
"What was I supposed to do, lie? They need to know what's going on, or are you going to just sit back and do nothing? You're pathetic Malfoy, just like a bloody Slytherin. How dare you raise your voice at me? I saved your life!"
Draco snorted, crossing his arms, but refusing to back off. Running a hand through his white blonde hair, he stalked the room muttering angrily. They both ignored the strange looks they were getting. The teens were already accustomed to the stares they had received from the many people that had seen them publicly argue before, and they both could go on.
"By my count, I've saved your life three times now! You're not very grateful for someone who wouldn't even be alive if it weren't for me."
Harri's jaw dropped at the stinging rebuttal. The last thing she needed to be reminded of was her wizard's debt to him. So far she'd only returned the favor once. She stilled owed him for saving her life two times over. She couldn't believe he had brought that up! Even after he had promised not to bring it up again, he was throwing back in her face. She wouldn't have even been in so much danger if it weren't for the fact that there was a megalomaniac after her! Harri didn't invite trouble; it just always managed to find her!
"No one told you to stay inside that fake Hogwarts. In fact, I distinctly recall trying to get back in, but you wouldn't let me. I got us back home didn't I? You want to talk about ungratefulness? You're nothing but an egotistical, self-righteous, spoiled, prick that needs to wake up and realize that there are other people in the world besides you! I can't believe you're my protector! You're more like an annoying pain in the bum."
She fumed, wanting to hurt him as much as he was hurting her. Her eyes widened, as she realized she had gone too far. She could tell by the way he looked at her that she been unnecessarily cruel. There was no excuse for what she had said, and she knew it. She couldn't even look him in the eyes now. Despite everything that they had been through together, Harri had crossed a line with Draco. That invisible barrier had been trampled on, as she charged through, not once considering his feelings.
"How dare you say that to me Potter?! I didn't choose this role, I don't have a bloody say in any of this. How do you think I feel? Finding out my most hated rival needs my help, and that I have no choice but to protect you, even if I endanger myself in the process. Do you know what would happen if my father found out what I am destined for? Why don't you think about someone besides yourself?"
Harri's mouth closed immediately and her shoulders slumped in a defeated manner. He was absolutely right. Ever since she realized that she could begin to trust Draco, that she wanted to trust him, she had been thinking about how their unusual situation would affect what mattered in her life. She never once thought to consider what Draco would have to face with his own family and friends. Of course he would have to make difficult choices. What did she do? She managed to alienate him, when she so desperately wanted his friendship, his help, and his affection. Biting her lip to keep from whimpering, Harri felt pathetic—pathetic, ashamed, and small. She wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want anything to do with her now. Before she could apologize for her remarks, Ron interjected.
"What's your animagus, Malfoy?"
Ron blurted out suddenly, eager to change the subject. The silence between the two was unnerving. It was at that moment, the two realized that they were being watched. Her cheeks blushed crimson, betraying her emotions. Thankfully, everyone had the grace to not ask what had just occurred between them. Harri sat down crossing her legs, fingering the zipper of her boots uninterestedly.
"What makes you think I'm an animagus, Weasley."
Draco asked, jarring Harri from her private thoughts. How did Weasley know that he had animagi? He told no one, not even Potter although she could have figured it out by now. Unless, unless it was Fawkes that told them. That meddlesome bird was going to be fried, if he had any say in it. Just once, he liked things to go his way, without complication.
"Fawkes already told us you were an animagus Malfoy. He just didn't tell us what kind."
Hermione replied, earning a sneering glare from Draco. Leave it to Granger to butt in. He thought silently, scowling at his audience,
"That bird is going to fry."
Turning to Ron, he smirked arrogantly.
"It's none of your bloody business Weasley."
Ron, who in his opinion, had been nothing but kind to the boy since his return was getting angry. Obviously being in the past did nothing for his sour attitude. All he was trying to do was distract Draco and Harri from their argument, and what did he get in return? Rolling his eyes, Ron pouted in a corner of the room. That was the last time he went out on a limb for the haughty Slytherin.
"Could you two attempt a civil conversation for once?
Hermione interjected hastily.
"The real issue at hand is why Draco is a chosen animagi in that prophecy Fawkes had mentioned. Your family is aligned with the dark arts, and its no secret that you hate Harri. So why are you her chosen protector? That in itself is a complete contradiction. We have no reason whatsoever to trust you, or your vows to protect her."
Ron blurted out, pointing to his best friend. He had wanted to have that question answered since he first heard Fawkes' story. Everyone turned to him impresses at his boldness, but their attention as once again drawn back to Potter and himself. Draco rolled his eyes at the redhead's lack of tact. Avoiding the gazes of the group, he focused his attention on the portraits on the wall.
"Professor, why have you allowed the group of us to speak so freely? There are portraits all over the place!"
Dumbledore and the rest of the group looked around the room at the various headmasters from the past.
"Mr. Malfoy I can assure you that they won't be telling anyone what is discussed in this room. There is a ward in my office which prevents any portraits from revealing information that is spoken in here. Rest assured that you can speak freely here. These portraits are loyal to me, thus they are loyal to this school."
Draco narrowed his eyes at the older wizard, suspicious of his answer. He knew however, that the portraits couldn't hear a bloody word that was spoken because they had hearing spells placed on them. They were not entrance portraits, and therefore had no reason to hear. He knew Dumbledore could lift that spell whenever he wished.
"As far as why I can be trusted, you don't know that I can. We have vested interests in this situation, some more than others. Furthermore, I never said I had any vows to protect her. I have no choice but to do so. Besides, I know for a fact that if she dies, than we die. I may not be able to tell the future but I know enough from all of our training that if Voldemort wins, then we are all screwed."
Draco said, looking directly into his surprised Potions Masters face. The shock shown there did nothing but verify what Draco suspected all along. Professor Snape was against Voldemort. They would definitely discuss the matter later on this evening. He had taken a risk by admitting what he just said, but Snape was a smart man, and he probably figured out Draco's stance on the war when Harri gave away their story. He couldn't very well serve the Dark Lord, and be aligned with Harriet Potter could he? No, Draco would serve no one. He refused to become the lackey his father had managed to perfect.
"What?! How long have you been on the side of the Light Draco?"
Hermione blurted out; wisely ignoring the frowns she received from the two Slytherins.
"Granger you really are clueless aren't you. One would have thought with your intellect, that you'd realize everything isn't so black and white. There is only power and those who abuse it. I will serve no master, be they light or dark. Moreover, why do you consider those who practice the dark arts dark? Words like light and dark are all gradients of similitude. Dark spells are only dark if they are used to harm others. What makes a witch or wizard dark are there intentions for those spells. If you continue that line of thinking it's liable to get you killed."
His audience was shocked. He couldn't tell if it was because he had complimented Granger, or because he was actually speaking civilly with the group that consisted of a majority of Gryffindors. He didn't know if he should laugh or glare at their tongue gaping stares.
"You Gryffindors have such a slighted way of thinking. You like to separate everything into a 'you're either for us, or against is' category. The only reason I am 'joining you' is because we have a common goal."
He played with his wand, waving it around lazily as they absorbed his speech. Professor Snape watched his student silently. Perhaps there was hope for the young man yet. The boy could very well be lying, but Draco wasn't stupid. Narcissa had done a good job keeping him from Lucius' influence. How long could he stave off the pressure his father would place on him. During his many visits to Malfoy Manor, the subdued looks of both Narcissa and Draco hadn't escaped his attention. While they never openly deviated from what the public thought of them, Severus knew that they were against the Dark Lord's return. After all, Narcissa was a Hufflepuff. Contrary to popular belief, Severus could think of zero Hufflepuff students that he went to school with who joined Voldemort.
Severus remembered the harsh treatment Narcissa had received when she had agreed to marry Lucius. At one point she cared deeply for him, but never enough to love him. Forced marriages were rare in those days, but they still occurred. It was obvious the woman had instilled a sense of integrity in the boy, even if he still needed rid himself of his prejudice. By no means was the boy a saint. No, Draco was an elitist, and a bit of a racist, but there still hope for the boy yet. Lucius hadn't taken his sense of morality away, not completely. Draco had wisely chosen whether he aware of it or not, to refrain from involving himself in the Voldemort's scheme. His allegiance, or rather his willing participation would definitely be of use. The façade he used in front of his friends would aid them greatly.
"Headmaster, if you don't mind I'd like to have a talk with my student privately for a moment."
Although everyone in the room was curious, they agreed to leave the two alone. Draco sat in a chair facing his Head of House, silently waiting to be addressed. His face was schooled, and he knew not to show any emotion. At least his father's regime had been good for something. Severus stood, walking towards the window. The majority of the school's population was outside, playing in the autumn air. It was nearing winter, and the first snow would fall soon. Already all of the leaves had fallen, signaling what would most likely be a harsh frost.
"I'm impressed Draco. You've managed to do what I could not."
Severus said with his back to Draco.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Oh you know. Your father won't be
pleased to learn his only son has joined up with Dumbledore's lot. Well, your
mother might be indifferent, but it's better than nothing."
Draco's eyes followed his Potions Master silently. What was he getting at? Was he trying to bribe him? Or worse yet, was his professor threatening him?
"What do you know of my family?!"
He retorted angrily, looking his professor in the eyes. Severus smirked at the boy's confidence, but he'd have to learn how to keep his tongue in check.
"I know enough to know that your mother doesn't want her son to become a death eater and die young. I know that your father wants to use you, and if he finds out how close you've gotten to Potter, than he'll use it against you, and against the school. I know that you want don't want Voldemort in power, but you don't agree with all of his ideals either."
Draco gulped, afraid what his teacher would do with the information he had. He would neither confirm nor deny anything. Draco's face became wan again, and he avoided Professor Snape's gaze.
"What makes you think that?"
Severus smiled, which was a rarity for him.
"I know, because I've been in your position."
"Is that why you became a traitor to the Dark Lord?"
It was an innocent question, and the he supposed the boy deserved a straight answer. If so many people he looked up to while he was in school hadn't ignored him, perhaps he wouldn't have been swayed by Voldemort's words—even if it was momentarily. He was surprised Draco had asked so quickly.
"It was one of the reasons, yes. What gave me away?"
"Goody-two-shoes Dumbledore would have never spoken so freely with you here—or me for that matter. I suppose they think that they can trust me. Or maybe they think I trust them."
"Do you trust them?"
"I'd like to be able to trust them, but I don't. I don't trust them fully yet."
"It's understandable. It's hard for Slytherins to give our trust away so easily. Dumbledore trusts me, and so do the rest of them. I've proved my dependability. They know I want to see the Dark Lord's fall."
"I can have you killed for what you've just admitted."
Draco said honestly, amazed that the man had placed so much faith in him.
"You won't. Who'd believe you anyway? You don't want the dark mark, and you don't wish to be like your father. You're stronger than that."
"You trust me sir?"
Severus said, patting Draco on his back. Severus stared at the boy, not yet answering. Rubbing his temples, he looked at his young student.
"I don't give it away easily, but yes. You have as much to lose as the rest of us, and I think you know that."
He opened the door to allow the others entrance. They filed in, feeling awkward except for Dumbledore himself, who somehow was unable to be ruffled by much anything. Harri gave him a small smile which he returned, glaring at Snuffles. She rubbed his ears playfully, smiling she heard a contented growl emerge. Severus rolled his eyes at the pathetic display.
"Professor Dumbledore? If it's not too much trouble can we go back to the hall to eat, we haven't eaten since last night, and I'm starving!"
Harri said blushing as her stomach growled loudly. Dumbledore smiled at her affectionately, nodding. Without thought to the others in the room, she grabbed Draco's hand and rushed out the door, dragging Draco behind her. Ron looked scandalized at what had just happened. His mouth moved, but no sound came out. Hermione laughed at his obliviousness as she her teachers a good day. Ron, leaving to follow his friend, scratched his head confusedly.
"There is definitely something going on between those two, and I'm aim to find out what it is."
Ron said rubbing his chin deviously. Hermione rolled her eyes at his behavior.
"Oh it's obvious, Ron! Harri has a crush on Malfoy."
"WHAT?! How can you even say something like that?"
"Honestly! I swear you are so obsessed with what Harri does. It's just a crush; she'll get over it, Ron."
"Mione, I could understand if it were any other bloke but Malfoy?! That's sick. What do you know about crushes anyway?"
Hermione's usually tan face suddenly began to darken to a lovely shade of tomato red. It was then that Ron knew he had pushed one too many buttons.
"I obviously know hot get over one. Jerk! Humph!"
They hadn't been able to find where Draco and Harri had gone, and for that Harri was grateful. Hermione probably coaxed him out of following them, and it was for the better anyway. Of course, Hermione had picked on her attraction, but her female best friend was usually the understanding of the two. She knew they didn't get along but maybe, just maybe she could change things. Oh, and Ron—Harri didn't even want to think of his reaction, or anyone else's for that matter. She tugged him along, going to the kitchens the old fashioned way. She wasn't about to give away their secret passageways to so quickly! She released him as they neared the entrance. Walking in, Harri waved to the various elves, giving Dobby a hug. Now that Dobby was free, she wondered how he would react to seeing his former master.
"Harriet Potter has returned! Dobby is very pleased to see Harriet Potter. Harriet Potter has brought a guest?"
He said barely taking notice of Draco. She frowned when he sneered at Dobby. Shaking her head, she vowed to break him of such prejudice. One way or another, Draco would learn to everyone as his equal. Even if she had to pound it into his head, he wouldn't be cruel to people he thought weren't worth his time.
"Dobby, would you mind giving us something to eat, please? We've missed quite a few meals."
Draco took notice of the way she talked to his former house elf. She spoke to him as if she were talking to a human. He wondered what would possess her to be so kind to the mangy sprite.
"How about a pitcher of water, a glass of lemonade, a sirloin steak, two baked potatoes, a serving of buffalo chicken wings, baked catfish, crab legs, spinach salad, broccoli, a bowl of gazpacho soup, fried jumbo shrimp, a side of honey baked ham, an apple, a bowl of grapes, and for dessert, a slice of chocolate cake, with fudge marble ice cream on top. What will you have Draco?"
Dobby jotted down her choice of meal, nonplussed by her large selection of food. Draco stared in shock, as she while she began to butter the bread roll Perky had set on the table. Quirking an eyebrow at her, she shrugged her shoulders, nibbling on a roll.
"How can you eat so much? It's a wonder you're not three hundred pounds."
Draco asked, looking up and down at her slender athletic physique. Dobby, waiting for Draco to order, chimed in happily.
"Dobby loves it when Harriet Potter comes to eat with us. Harriet Potter finishes the meals we serve."
Harri blushed at the flabbergasted stare Draco gave her.
"What can I say? I have a high metabolism, I guess. I usually don't order steak, and I never have ice cream and cake for desert. Hey, I'm a growing girl you know. Besides whatever I eat, I exercise off at Quidditch practice. I'm not one of those girls that get obsessive about her weight. I like my body just fine thank you very much."
Naturally, Harri failed to mention that she probably had a habit of over eating do to the fact that when she stayed with the Dursleys over the summer, she was usually underfed. Over the years Harri had slowly weaned herself of that bad habit, (taking enough food for herself whether they liked it or not) but there were times like these when she had a relapse. Draco smiled in spite of himself, his anger towards her slowly ebbing away. She never ceased to surprise him. Turning to Dobby, he readied his ordered.
"I'll have a pitcher of pumpkin juice, a glass of orange juice, a T-bone steak, calamari, a side of caviar (small), broccoli, chicken teriyaki, a fruit cocktail, iceberg salad, mashed potatoes, Shepard's pie, baked chicken, turnip greens, a few sliced nectarines, fish filet, a slice of apple pie, and a banana sundae."
The house elves came in swarms spreading food over the large table smiling as the two teens greedily ate from the various dishes. Normally Draco would be more refined with his dinner table etiquette, but the last time they ate they only had a few sandwiches. He was starving. His dinner companion had abandoned practically all form of table manners, and downed her ice cold tomato soup in a few large gulps. She smacked her lips pleasingly. Draco grinned at her lack of etiquette, and began on his teriyaki. His own meal was delicious. The calamari had been properly marinated. He would have to thank the house elf, (a first for him) for a meal well cooked. Harri dabbed her face, swallowing the last bit of her chicken wings. Looking at Draco nervously, Harri fiddled with her napkin.
"Draco, I just wanted to say I'm sorry about what I said upstairs. I know you don't have a choice in protecting me, but I am glad it's you. I'm also grateful for you saving my life, and I do plan on repaying my debts."
He nearly dropped the caviar covered cracker when he hard her apology. Placing the delicacy on his plate, he listened patiently as she spoke.
"It's okay I guess. I didn't mean most of what I said either. You sure know how to press all the right buttons don't you Potter? I know you it bothers you to have someone have to protect you because you're used to looking out for yourself without aid. I can understand that, but to be honest when a Malfoy offers help, I wouldn't pass it by."
Draco advised, looking into her eyes. But I wouldn't take anymore than I need. He thought silently to himself. How could she act contritely when they had just had an argument upstairs? Potter was definitely in a class of her own. Apologies didn't come easily for Malfoys. Somehow, being with her made it easier for him to express regret. Chewing on a floret of broccoli, he pondered the enigma that was Harri Potter. What was she looking at him like that? Was she talking to him?
"Draco? Earth to Draco?"
He focused his attention back to her, blushing slightly at being caught daydreaming.
"Huh?"
"I asked you what you were thinking about."
"Oh, it's nothing important. While I was chatting with Professor Snape did you happen to ask McGonagall about where we stand academically? I did read most of the textbook assignments over the summer, but we were gone for two months, and I don't want to fall behind."
Draco did have a point. They had only done actually schoolwork for only a month, and then they were assigned to survival courses only. Perhaps Fawkes would know if they missed anything that couldn't be easily made up.
"I'm sure they'll let us take some test or something to catch up with the rest of our year. We've got O.W.L.S. this year, and I hope time traveling hasn't hurt us too much."
"Actually, I think we'll do rather well. Dumbledore had us in those advanced Charms, DADA, and Transfiguration classes. All we have to do is study a bit and we'll be fine. Did you hear that there is going to be a Christmas dance? I suppose after the events of last year, Dumbledore wants to cheer up the students, what with Diggory's passing."
Cedric's death was still fresh in her mind, though the pain it caused was ebbing away slowly. She missed him. Even though she hadn't really known him very well, during the tournament she did enjoy getting to know him. Most people felt that she wasn't responsible for his death, but Harri knew if she had been able to kill Voldemort then, Cedric would be alive. Then there were people like Cho Chang. Cho and she had never gotten along, but when Cho snapped at her last year that had really hurt her. Harri couldn't understand what she had done to offend the older girl, but after last year's comments, she didn't care anymore. Hermione and Ron said it was because she was jealous, but Harri really wasn't all that special. She wasn't gorgeous, or petite, nor was she the top of year, or the funniest. The only claim to fame she had was being a good Quidditch player, and having an ugly scar on her forehead.
"I certainly hope so. I guess you have a point, I mean we did work very hard, and learned a lot. We're probably going to be tested tomorrow to see where we stand. I'll ask Hermione for her help."
He nodded, leaning back. They had finished their meal quickly, leaving nothing on the plates. Now properly stuffed and watered, both felt tired. After eating so much food it was no surprise that both of them tried to cover their yawns with a cough. The day was still early, yet they were so sleepy. Harri looked at Draco's droopy eyelids with a secret smile. Of the two of them, he needed rest the most. Yawning, Harri stretched, taking the offered mint from Prissy. They ate their mints which also served as a wonderful tooth brushing charms. Taking the offer spitting cup, they both thanked the elves for a delicious meal. Harri smirked at the astonished looks of the house elves. Harri's show of gratitude was never a surprise, but the blonde boy's appreciation was something new. He wasn't exactly known as the most pleasant to serve.
They were left alone in the tiny room adjacent to the kitchen again. This room was usually reserved for those that had missed a meal, or wanted a late night snack. Harri let out a contented sigh when Draco pulled her to him. The steady beat of his heartbeat was soothing, which made her sleepy. His hands ran through her hair massaging her as she had done to him. The pleasant ministrations made her want to fall asleep right upon his chest. She hugged him to her, sitting inn his lap awkwardly in silence. They were both tall, and the small table didn't offer much snuggling room. She said nothing as Draco took her hand into his, kissing each of her fingertips gently. She knew it was supposed to be a romantic gesture, but to Harri it tickled. Before she could laugh aloud, and spoil the moment, his kisses began to trail her neck, make her giggle out coquettishly.
She felt silly all of a sudden, as if she was behaving like Pansy or Parvati would. Since when did she giggle like a schoolgirl? Well, she was a schoolgirl, but she never let any guy get to her like Draco was. Not one to sit back and do nothing, Harri cupped Draco's face, kissing him squarely on the lips. They began to kiss passionately, ignoring the world around them, obviously more content to remain fixated on each other. She smiled inwardly when she heard him emit a soft sigh. Tempted to smirk at his behavior Harri hugged him tighter to her, forcing herself not to gloat about how she had made him moan with pleasure. Their hands began to wander—he rubbed her waist in a sensual relaxing manner, while she kneaded his recently healed back. He bit down on her lip, eliciting a satisfied whimper from her. They would have continued, but the need for air stopped any further petting. Looking him in the eye, Harri hopped off his lap, looking at him up and down.
"You sure do clean up nice."
Draco smiled wrapping his arms around her, pulling her so closely; that there was no space in between them. He pecked her lightly, before she pulled back.
"Of course I do. I heard what you said by the way."
"Draco, what are you talking about?"
He smiled, shaking his head at her reproachfully. S
"Really Potter, Justin Finch-Fletchly? Surely you can do better. Thank goodness I came along."
Harri's cheeks became a ruddy hue, as she stepped back from him.
"You heard that? How could you, you were unconscious!"
Draco grinned pointing to his ears.
"Heightened hearing Potter. I can't believe you liked that Hufflepuff."
Harri rolled her eyes. Draco was way too possessive sometimes.
"That was three years ago Draco. Surely you heard that part too."
"Well, do you think he's better looking than me?"
"Actually I think he's gorgeous—"
"Potter!"
Harri held her hands up with exasperation. Was he really that insecure? Taking his hand she placed it over her heart. He blushed, trying to remove his hand from her chest. She shook her head, holding in firmly in place.
"Do feel that Draco? You're the only one that has ever made my heart beat this fast. Do I have to beat it into your head? Gods, you're clueless. I only want you."
"Really?"
"As Pansy would say? Duh!"
Harri said with a smile. Draco was so cute when he felt he needed validation. She released his hand, letting it fall to his side.
"Come on, I'm sleepy. Let's get out of here. I miss my bed. We'll need all the sleep we can get once the vultures start swarming."
"Ugh, I don't even want to go to class tomorrow. I don't have to tell you not to speak with me in public. Not yet anyway. I'll owl you so we can arrange a study session, okay?"
"Sure. I'll see you then."
Harri said, kissing him goodbye. They left in separate directions eager for rest that had been denied them for so long. Harri hoped her room was empty but somehow she knew Lavender and Parvati wouldn't leave her alone until they heard grade-A gossip material. Maybe Hermione could get them to shut up so she could catch some z's. Maybe she could try to find that prefect's room she shared with Draco. She almost positive no one knew about it in this time. The fatigue weighing heavily on her, Harri tiredly searched out the secret rooms. All she had to do was find the portrait of the phoenix and the dragon, and then she could sleep. The conversations she wanted to have with her father and Sirius would have to wait for now. She could devote all of her time to filling them in on the personal things she went through tomorrow. For now, there was a bid somewhere on the fourth floor calling for her.
Footnotes: Look, another relatively quick update. That's it! Pretty long huh? So what did you think? Love it, hate it, want more, or want less? Only a few more chapters until Lily returns. Oh, and Umbridge will be making her appearance soon. I plan on incorporating some of the things that happened in book five. The whole Keeper-Ron thing was kind of boring to me. The Weasley is our king thing seemed kind of lame (Maybe it's because I still don't like Ron) I've notice that every time I preview a chapter, I always end up going somewhere else with the story. So for all the Sirius/Harri and Severus/Harri action I promised… well it'll get here eventually. As always reviews make me a hyperactive happy bunny. I love them, so if you want to see more of this fic, a little feedback goes a long way. ::wink wink:: Thanks for reading, and see you next update!
-Shanni