Title: Return to Me Part—5
Rating: pg-13
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: The night when Harry Potter leaves his husband behind as he goes to war.
Warnings: slash, M-preg
I am so sorry it took me so long to get this in. college started and my boyfriend has been hogging the damn computer. Sorry!!!! This chapter's probably crap. Shit. I miss summer
Enjoy!!
Chapter-5
Waiting for You
"We are being informed that Harry Potter and his companions were kidnapped during the
night when the camp that they were staying at was breached. The capture was silent for
the most part yet from the sight the experts are able to gather that the four soldiers put up
a struggle. They speculate that it possible that Harry Potter is severely injured.
Apparently the investigators found copious amounts of blood at the sight that, after being
tested, has been confirmed as the Boy-Who-Lived's indeed. This news is putting the
Ministry and Order of Phoenix at ill ease. Many of the officials say that it is very much
likely that the final battle between the Dark Lord and Harry Potter could be taking place
at this point, which isn't very good news if our hero is injured."
The rest was drowned out as Draco Malfoy looked up at the Headmaster who was seated
opposite him. The radio situated in the middle of the table was turned off as the news
moved on to headlines they had already heard. All three of them were seated in the
Dumbledore's office, the third being Hermione Granger. But she might as well have not
been there at all, for it wouldn't have made a difference in her net input. Yet Draco
couldn't concern himself with her situation yet. He had other things to deal with like the
validation of the statement the reporter had just made.
"Is that a possible theory?" Draco asked, his voice holding a very urgent tone.
The old man looked exhausted. His face contorted, as he judged his answer.
"Yes very much so." He said at last.
"If Voldermort wants to kill Potter why didn't he just do it at the camp? Why did he take
him to his fort?" The young Malfoy could feel a sense of panic coming on.
Again a long pause.
"Its is my guess that Voldermort wants to prove to himself and others that he is stronger
than Harry. And therefore he probably plans to do it with great ceremony. You know how
the mind of the Dark Lord works. You have met him. He would rather leave Harry alive
than kill him in the dead of night when only two or three of his men are present to see it."
They continued to sit in silence once more which lay thick over the atmosphere nearly
stifling Draco out of breath. He wanted to break the silence. He needed to. He felt that he
would sink in it with questions eating away at his insides.
"Is Voldermort stronger than Potter?" he couldn't help use his husbands last name every
time he mentioned him. He needed to make this situation less personal. Less risky. He
needed himself to believe that it was just Potter not Harry. He needed to. To keep himself
from falling apart. Heartbeats raced and hands needed to shake. Behind his eyes stood
pools and pools of tears wanting to fall, to make him sink on the floor and cry. But he
never had. He'd never ever given in to his emotions. And he wouldn't now.
He looked up at Dumbledore. Behind half moon spectacles, there lay not just blue eyes,
but years and years of knowledge, of life of bravery of hope of courage of strength. This
was the man who decided how the Potter's would hide; he decided what would happen to
Harry after his parents died. He was the one who told Harry that he was born to destroy
Voldemort and he was the one who said he would go to war. He was Albus Dumbledore,
a man who held every answer to every question. That use to piss Draco off when he was
at school, but now he was grateful. For all he needed now was confirmation that Harry
was strong. That Harry could do this and come out of this alive.
He had answers for everything. Everything. And here he sat in front of him. The one
answer that Draco needed answered.
"I don't know."
"All of the Communities at least a thousand miles within the Fort was absolutely
panicked when at 9 '0' clock, merely an hour ago, a strong tremor ran through the surface
of the earth causing huge displacement in the atmosphere. We were unsure of the reason
behind this disturbance but now, yes we have just received confirmation that the Dark
Lord is no more. Ladies and Gentlemen this is a glorious day indeed. Yet nothing with
make this a day to celebrate until our reigning hero is returned home once more. We are
receiving word that apparently the Death Eaters remaining in the fort have kept our
beloved Harry Potter captured along with his companions. The ministry officials are
going to all lengths possible to get in contact with the Death eaters inside. Today during a
press conference Minister Bones announced their progress with negotiations." A female's
voice interrupted that of the reporter's.
"We absolutely will go to any lengths possible to bring our hero home. The Ministry is
willing to pay any price possible for their safe return. A force of five hundred Aurors
have been instated outside You-Know-Who's fort prepared to breech if negotiations fail.
Yet we cannot risk suck an action as we are unsure under what state Harry Potter is at this
moment. We are confident, however, that he is very much alive."
Squeak---squawk--- Squeak---squawk--- Squeak---squawk--- Squeak---squawk
Draco Malfoy sat silently in his quarters on his favorite rocking chair looking outside the
window at the vast grounds covered in snow. He was so tired. It was close to 3 'o' in the
morning but the entire wizarding world was awake. News of Voldemort's destruction had
reached every corner of the world yet no celebrations took place. Every family belonging
to the hidden society sat breathlessly in front of the television or radio awaiting news of
his return. Just like Draco. All he wanted now was to curl up and sleep in his lover's
arms. But no. He was too far away. In the Riddle Fort at the Northern border of France.
The room was dark and Draco closed his eyes imagining his Harry's return. How he
would look. Lost, confused, tired, yet glad to be home. Ready to turn in after long days of
fighting evil. He would sleep immediately; his hair crumpled against the pillows his
hands tight around Draco's waste, snoring ever so softly. He would wake at night like he
so often did and give him a soft kiss and ask "Are you cold?" His voice soft and husky,
his eyes bright with the light from the fire. After Draco's smile and nod, he would plant a
soft kiss to his forehead and pull him closer, wrapping his body against the blonde's.
Then he would softly say, "I haven't had sex in the longest time." And grin down at him.
"Stupid prat. You've been away to war and now your back and all you can think about it
sex?"
"Hey I never said I was perfect. And besides, I'm still a teenager so my hormones are still
raging."
A slight smile graced Draco Malfoy's lips as he lapsed in the silence of the room
savoring the feeling that flushed through his body. But his thoughts were interrupted
when Hermione Granger burst through the portrait hole with her hair on end and her eyes
wild.
"Malfoy"
"What is it Granger?" Draco asked suddenly panicked and standing up.
Granger stopped and looked at him. Her face was hidden in the feeble light yet Draco saw some sort of hope flicker in her eyes. She pulled out her wand and pointed it at the
television.
"Adversarius"
Immediately the screen flicked on and turned to the Wizarding Network Station where a
story was being covered. It took Draco a while to recognize the dark background behind
the reporter where a lot of people were gathered holding wands alight with the Lumos
spell. There was a dark sort of Structure against the skylight and the activity all around it
provded enough light for Draco to identify it as The Riddle Fort. He tried to concentrate
on what the reporter was saying while Hermione increased the volume.
"—Just an hour ago the press was informed that the Death eaters and the Ministry
officials had indeed come to an agreement and the Minister requested the return of the
hostages immediately. In exchange for their safe return, the Ministry has agreed to leave
every Death eater in the Fort alone without a trial as long as they cause no harm to both,
the Wizarding and Muggle communities. Every other Death eater captured by the
Ministry will be returned along with those already sentenced to Askaban, A high yet
worthy price to pay for our Boy-Who-Lived."
"I wish they would stop fucking calling him that. It's really getting on my nerves." Draco
said screwing up his face in disgust. Yet the atmosphere in the room had changed. His
heart began to beat faster. His Harry was coming home.
"Will you shut up?" Granger yelled from his side. They were standing right in front of
the screen, their hands shaking and their stomachs churning.
"---Thousands of people gathered here breathlessly awaiting Harry Potter, Ronald
Weasley, Ginny Weasley and Seamus Finnigan's return. Arours have been station all
around the Fort ready to take care of the exchange. The total number of twenty-six death
eaters will be returned to them including a magical contract stating the full agreement.
The exchange is meant to happen...wait we are receiving word that there is some activity
going on in the entrance to the Fort."
The camera focus changed to the humongous structure, difficult to see in the darkness, as
the report turned to look herself. A sudden light illuminated the Fort and Draco, with his
hair on end and his hands shaking, took in the sight of a Cloaked Death Eater make his
way outside. There was a murmuring in the crowd and the bloody reporter was as silent
as a mouse. The death eater stooped in front of one of the aurors and words were
exchanged. Two other death eaters appeared in between them a dark figure.
"That's him that's him." Granger screamed. The Minister of Magic stepped forward and
Draco could see the exchange of a paper. There was a second before Ron Weasley was
pushed forward into the Crowd of Aurors.
"He's okay oh god he's okay" Hermione screamed. Her hands clasped on her mouth as
relief flooded through her.
But Draco wasn't freed yet.
The same process took place two more times. Ginny Weasley and Seamus Finnegan were
returned to the officials. But then it was Harry Potter's turn. In exchange all the Death
eaters had to be returned. Twenty-six death eaters lined up and surrounded with aurors.
Approximately 10 to 15 death eaters were assembled in the entranced with a signal five
of them parted and from their depths stepped forth a figure.
"Harry" Draco whispered. The lone figure of Harry Potter walked forward toward the
Aurors. But something was wrong. Very wrong but before the thought settle in for Draco,
there was a blast from the entrance. Screams could be heard, fumbling and panic and then
the screen went blank.
TBC.... Soon update next time hopefully!!!
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