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Expecto Patronum

Harry and Draco were standing in the middle of the remains of Remus Lupin's apartment. The shabby furniture was broken and thrown everywhere. Papers ripped from the spines of Remus' vast book collection were lying all around. The drawers of the dresser were open and some were lying by the fireplace.

"What happened?" Draco said looking around.

"Someone was obviously looking for something. But what? Remus hasn't lived here in ages." he replied picking up some book pages on the ground. "We need to get out of here. The floo is out of the question."

"But…how will be get back to your place?" he asked. Harry nearly knocked him over trying to cover his mouth.

"Shhhh…not here. Let' go." Draco followed Harry out the door and into the crowded streets. Harry looked uncomfortably at his watch. Draco had only fifteen minutes before turning into himself, and that was not a good thing to happen in the middle of Diagon alley.

"We have to be quick. You only have a short time left as Ron. We need to find a point where we can disappear unseen. Any suggestions?" Draco shook his head.

"Shit." Harry said, but then a light of salvation came in the form of the back entrance to the Leaky Cauldron.

"Hurry, we need to get inside and get a room."

Draco nearly tripped over his robes.

"I thought you knew I am straight. Besides I thought you were into the Weasley girl." he said deadly serious.

"Not a room for us to share, which by the way is an image that will giving me nightmares for years to come, but a room for us to apparate from. It's too risky here."

Draco felt slightly embarrassed at his assumption. They entered the backdoor and got a key to number 4 from Tom who looked at them oddly. They jogged up the stairs and found number 4 quickly. Harry put the key in the door and turned the key. The locked popped open and both of them went inside. Harry closed the door and locked it behind them.

"Ok, that was close. You only have about 5 minutes left before you turn back into yourself. Now let's go." They both concentrated deeply on Harry's house and tried to apparate. Nothing happened.

"What is going on?" Draco asked.

"I don't know, but it's not good." Harry said looking around the room. There was a small flyer on the night side table. It read;

Welcome to the Leaky Cauldron

Here are some rules and guidelines to make your stay the best in London.

You may check in at anytime, however check out is promptly at noon.

Room service is available 24 hours a day. Simply call the name of your room's house elf Georgina and they will bring you a menu.

Apperation is prohibited within the Leaky Cauldron. This rule is due to far too many dishonest wizards and witches skipping out on their room tab. This rule is strictly enforced.

The standard rate of 5 galleons applies to this room unless otherwise posted and during the Quidditch world cup.

Please clean up after your own owl. An owl care fee of 1 galleon a day will be imposed if you do not do so.

NO HAGS!

Harry read the rules and dropped the paper on the floor.

"No apperating from here. And we only have like three minutes left." Harry told him.

Draco knew this was bad. He could not be spotted. Most thought he was dead.

"What are we going to do?" Draco asked starting to slightly panic. He looked in the mirror. His red hair was fading into the white blond he was used to seeing. His skin was paling at a rapid rate.

"It's too late." Harry said looking at his reverse transformation. This day was going from bad to worse.

"Now what?" asked a fully formed Draco Malfoy.

"I have no idea. Wait, let me look." Harry suddenly said reaching into his jeans pocket and fumbling around. He pulled out several pieces of paper with pictures of an ugly old woman on them. Harry saw Draco's odd expression and said;

"Muggle money. I think I have enough to get us to King's Cross. We can walk from there."

"Wait, what about the way I look? Someone might recognize me in Diagon alley." Draco said.

"We are not going by way of Diagon alley. We are going out the front door into muggle London. I have enough money for a cab. No one will recognize you in muggle London." he said confidently. Draco shrugged and nodded following Harry out the door and back down the steps. Harry turned in his key and paid Tom five galleons. Draco was trying to conceal his face by putting up the hood of his robes and waiting by the door. Harry made his way over to him and they left into the deserted alley. In a minutes time they had made it to the main road and hailed a cab. Draco looked at the yellow car in absolute wonder. He had never set foot inside a car in his life. It was for muggles, even though they completely fascinated him. Harry got in first and waited for Draco who was having trouble getting in. After a minute of persuasion he got inside but Harry had to tell him to shut the door. They were getting more than a few odd looks from the driver.

"Where to?" the driver asked.

"King's cross." Harry told him.

"Right." the driver said putting his foot on the gas and taking off a little quicker than was comfortable for Draco. The streets sped by him and he was getting an odd feeling of claustrophobia. Minutes later they were pulling up to the familiar looking station.

"Three pounds please." the driver said. Harry stuffed several of those papers into his hand and pushed Draco out of the cab quickly.

"How far?" Draco asked as they walked through the sun-soaked streets in the direction of Grimmauld place.

"About twenty minutes. Let's get a move on." Harry told him walking at a brisk pace.

Draco ran to catch up. They walked in near silence until finally they reached the small square near number 12.

"We're here." Harry said. Draco noticed for the first time that number 12 was squeezed unnaturally in between numbers 11 and 13. "Let's get inside and tell Remus about his flat."

Harry turned the serpent shaped door handle and walked inside the dimly lit house.

"REMUS!" Harry called out. "REMUS WHERE ARE YOU? TONKS? ANYONE HERE?" he yelled. Hermione, Ginny and Tonks came running in the sitting room.

"What is it Harry?" Hermione asked. "Where have you two been? I was worried sick and neither one of you bothers to tell anyone you are leaving?" she scolded.

"No time now Hermione, where is Remus?"

"In the shower." Tonks replied. "Why? Is something wrong?" she asked in a panicked voice.

"Yeah, we went to floo back here in Remus' apartment and it had been ransacked. We didn't dare use the fireplace to get back."

Remus walked in the room, hair still wet from the shower.

"What is going on?" he asked.

"Your flat. It's been ransacked. All your books, your furniture, everything is broken up. We decided it was best not to use the floo to get back here." he told him.

"How did you get back then?" Hermione asked.

"Took a cab to King's cross then walked. We couldn't risk apperating and going through Diagon alley was too risky seeing as Malfoy turned back into himself about a half hour ago." Harry said.

"Polyjuice Harry?" she asked raising her eyebrows in an accusing way.
"He needed a new wand. I disguised him as Ron."

Ginny covered her mouth in a giggle.

"Funny." Draco said sarcastically.

"Honestly Harry." Hermione said exasperated. "Do you want to get yourself killed?"

"I don't need a lecture Hermione." Harry said flopping on the sofa. "I need everyone out of the room except Remus and Malfoy. Go."

The rest of the group looked shocked that Harry had spoken to them so shortly. They filed out of the room quickly, Hermione taking one look at Draco and smiling before shutting the door behind her.

"So Harry, you say my apartment was broken into. That is interesting." he said.

"Why is it interesting Remus?" Harry asked.

"Nearly everyone knows I have not stayed there in years. The only things there were some mismatched furniture and some old books. Nothing of importance." he said nonchalantly.

"So there was nothing hidden there the Death eaters would want?" Harry asked somewhat relived.

"Nothing. I suspect they were looking for me, maybe some of Greyback's people. I wouldn't worry too much about it. But I would like to know why you risked leaving this place with no protection." he scolded. Draco coughed slightly.

"I know you were there, but…" he stopped. There was no tactful way to say that he didn't trust Draco quite yet.

"But?" Draco asked.

"But Harry needs more than one person there with him." Remus added.

"The way I see it is that Potter here has faced Voldemort more than anyone else on the planet. And he had come out on top every time. I think he can take care of himself quite well."

Harry looked at Draco. Everyone was always treating him like a child. Like he couldn't take care of himself. Clearly not everyone saw him like that and he was grateful.

"Thank you Malfoy. We just left to get him a wand. He was disguised. I am going to teach him the Patronus charm."

"Really? That is something. Well I will let you get to it. Remember what I taught you." he said poking Harry in the side on the way out.

"I will Remus. Thanks." he said.

"Good luck Mr. Malfoy." Remus said closing the door behind him.

"Thanks." Draco mumbled.

"Okay, where to start?" he stood up and paced in front of the fireplace. "Okay, you need to think of a happy thought. A really happy one. Just sit there for a moment and concentrate." Draco sat in the armchair and tried to think of something happy. Nothing came to him straight off.

"Got something?" Harry asked impatiently.

"No. Just give me a few." he thought of his childhood. Very few good things there. His mum reading to him. That would do.

"Got it. Now what?" he asked.

"You need to say the incantation. It is Expecto Patronum. You need to say this very clearly and concentrate on the happy thought you had. Let's try it now. Go on."

Draco concentrated on his mum reading him a story. He was about five. He could picture her happy face. Her soft voice, even her smell. Roses and lavender. He closed his eyes and thought about it hard. Then he spoke the words;

"Expecto Patronum!" holding his wand out in front of him. Unfortunately at the last moment a fleeting thought of his mother dying crept into his head pushing out the good memory. His wand sat feebly in his hand not putting forth any patronus.

"Damn!" Draco swore.

"You weren't concentrating hard enough on your memory. It needs to be very happy. Is it happy?" Harry asked him.

"It was." Draco said thinking of it again. "But…"

"But? There can be no but. The memory needs to be clear. Happy. Let's try again and use a different memory. One with no 'buts'."

Draco concentrated hard again on his mother but he could not get a clear happy memory without thinking of her death. He would have to abandon that and find another happy one. He sat thinking while Harry impatiently tapped his wand on the side of the sofa. Just like that Draco had it.

"I've got it!" he said jumping to his feet.

"Alright. Try again. Expecto Patronum." he guided showing Draco the correct wand movement.

Draco thought hard about his memory and mimicked the wand motion.

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" he shouted. A silvery wisp shot out the end of the wand and formed a concave shape. Harry beamed.

"That's more like it. Not a fully formed one, but a patronus none the less. Good job. Now try again."