After the war
By Adaia Swordmaiden
Summary: Pathetic name but it's to the point. Set after the war, Voldermort has been killed and the Death Eaters sent to Azkaban which is now guarded by humans. The story is better than the summary says.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own anything in the Harry Potter series. I do, however, own Guinevere and all other unfamiliar characters.
Chapter 3
Harry came into the Ministry to find it abuzz with activity. He hurried to the Auror department, wondering what was going on. He asked a man who was hurrying past.
"Haven't you heard?" the man asked. "There's been a breakout at Azkaban. Have a look." The man thrust a copy of the Daily Prophet into Harry's hands and then went on. Harry went on to his booth, staring at the cover. There were seven pictures on the front page, each with a caption. There were three women and four men. Harry instantly recognised Malfoy. Then he recognised a two of the other faces, Guinevere Moore and Morton Meliflua. The others were unknown to him. He ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He knew that most of them were Death Eaters and at least one of them would be crazy and maybe come after him. He didn't want Ginny or Sammy to get hurt. Ever.
"Come on Sammy!" Ginny called out. Sammy appeared out of her room ran over to her mother.
"Can we go now?" she asked. Ginny smiled.
"Yes. Do you want to go first?" Sammy nodded and then reached out and took a handful of Floo powder before marching into the fireplace.
"The Burrow!" she cried and she disappeared in a swirl of emerald fire. The moment the flames had died down, Ginny strode into the fireplace herself and Floo-ed to the Burrow. She walked out of the fireplace dusting the ash off her.
"Hello Ginny, dear," Mrs Weasley said. Ginny walked over to her and gave her mother a hug and kiss.
"Hi Mum," Ginny said. "Have you seen Harry?"
"He came in just before you and Sammy," the old woman said. "He's in the living room with the others. Sammy disappeared with Jackie. I think Molly's with Ron and the others." Ginny and her mother headed into the living room and sat down with the others. They began to talk in little groups, Harry and Mr Weasley discussing various affairs at the Ministry, Hermione, Ginny and Angelina talking about their children and Mrs Weasley and Molly chattering away in the kitchen.
"Where do we go from here?" Guinevere asked Draco who shook his head.
"I don't know," he said. There was silence for a moment.
"We have to get cleaned up," Guinevere said. "We stick out like sore thumbs like this." Draco nodded.
"We could go to my mansion," he suggested. "We'd be able to get clean there." Guinevere nodded and then peered out into the street.
"Where is your mansion?" she asked.
"Not too far from here," he said. "If we travel only by night we'd get there tomorrow morning. Let's go."
"Oh my god," Ginny said finally, breaking the silence and staring at Harry. "What should we do?"
"Just be careful," he said. "There's nothing else for us to do." Sam poked her head into the room.
"Mummy, do I have to have a bath?" she whined
Draco pressed his hand flat against the door and it swung silently open. He beckoned for Guinevere to follow and went inside, memories of the place flowing back to him.
"My mother's old room is upstairs," he told Guinevere under his breath. "Second door on the left. There'll be some old clothes there which should fit you. There's an adjoining bathroom you can use." Guinevere nodded and smiled softly at him before heading up the stairs.
"Back again, Draco?" asked a portrait of one of his grand-uncles. "I thought you were in Azkaban."
"I was but now I'm out," Draco said shortly. "Leave me alone." The portrait shrugged as Draco began to head up the stairs and disappeared from its frame. Draco slipped into the first room on the right. His bedroom. He stood there a moment, reminiscing, and then went to the wardrobe. Removing some clothes he went and stood in the shower, enjoying the feeling of the hot water washing away the dirt and sweat he had accumulated since his last shower, which had been quite a while ago. The steam filled the room, making each breath feel as if he was drinking the air rather than breathing it. After a moment, Draco stepped out of the shower and began to dry himself. He could have staying in the shower forever but he knew that even just visiting the house was a risk. He quickly dressed and walked out of the room when he heard Guinevere scream – a scream that stopped suddenly halfway through. He charged out of his room and stopped in the doorway of the room Guinevere had been in. The tall, black-haired man who had been standing in the middle of the room spun and Draco dove to the side, the red stream of light hitting the wall and rebounding. Draco raced along the corridor until it turned and then he stopped. The sound of the man's pounding footsteps echoed down the hallway. The man suddenly turned the corner and Draco grabbed him by the front of his robes with one hand, snatched the man's wand away with the other and threw the man against the wall. The man looked up at him, breathing hard.
"Draco Malfoy," said Harry, staring at the tall, blonde man before him. "You should have known better than to come back here. It was the most obvious place and an alert went out as soon as you came in." Draco swore. He should have remembered that the Ministry put alarm spells over houses of convicts who lived otherwise alone.
"I suppose they put you on my case," he said.
"Actually it was the girl but you two had been seen travelling together and I was the only Auror on duty at the time so I got sent out."
"What did you do to her?"
"Only stunned her. We're not all murderers." Draco sucked in his breath furiously.
"I may be a murderer but you are not in the perfect state to point it out. Get up." Harry watched him warily as he got to his feet. Draco gestured with the wand for Harry to walk back down the hall and he did so. They came to the room Guinevere had been in and Draco quickly pointed the wand at the stunned girl who was lying crumpled on the floor by the bed, dressed in light mauve robes, her long brown hair now wet and no longer matted. "Ernevate," he muttered and Guinevere got unsteadily to her feet. She looked at Harry and then Draco, her eyes wide and fearful.
"What're we going to do now?" she asked.
"You'll just take us back to Azkaban," Draco said flatly to Harry. Harry nodded.
"There'd be trial first," Harry said. "But you wouldn't have much chance unless you knew where the other escapees were and told us. Then we might be able to shorten your sentence."
"What about Veritaserum trials?" Draco asked. "It's been seven years since our arrests and anyway we didn't take any of the potion in the first place."
"I suppose I could get you Veritaserum trials," Harry said slowly, his eyes never leaving Draco. "But unless you were under the Imperius Curse or innocent, you'd just get sent back."
"I don't care about a trial for myself," Draco said. "But Guinevere is innocent."
"I'm not taking a Veritaserum trial if you won't," Guinevere said suddenly.
"Be quiet, I'm trying to think," Draco snapped and she fell silent. Draco's mind raced. He could stun Harry and then he and Guinevere could run but then, if they were caught again, their sentences would be lengthened even longer than they normally would be for escaping. Also, then Harry might not get Guinevere a Veritaserum trial. But if they turned themselves in now, Guinevere would get the trial but what if she was lying? What if she had committed the crime? The doubt grew in his mind. She had never told him what the crime for which she had been sentenced life was. And he knew that she had been a brilliant actress before she had been sent to Azkaban. What if?
A/N: thankies to charbar who has, once again, reveiwed one of my stories! hands charbar a trophy and a cookie for all those who havent reveiwed - R&R!