Tiger & Dragon
By loverstouch
Disclaimer: All the characters belong to J.K Rowling. The story is based on Rowling's work, but the plot of 'Tiger & Dragon' comes from my own sick brain.
Summary: In the summer after his fifth year Harry is taken from the Dursleys to live with the Malfoys. The next day the Daily Prophet's headline read 'Boy Who Lived Died In Death Eater Attack' …
Rating: PG-13 for now
This is my first "Slash" fanfiction and the first fic I have published at all, so please go easy on me.
The story begins in the summer after Harry's fifth year, which means yes; it is post OoTP, but has nothing to do with HBP.
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I'd like to thank Draeconin for being the beta for my story. I'm really grateful for your help.
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Hope you enjoy it!
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Chapter 4 - explanation and realization
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"But I don't understand. Why now?" Harry was pacing in the sitting room, looking questioningly at Dumbledore and the two Malfoys, who had just explained their reasons for Harry's feigned death. "Just a few months ago, the ministry declared Voldemort's return, and now you let the one person who could defeat him die. Why?"
"I already told you why, Harry," Dumbledore said, pleading for Harry to understand.
"But your reasons are bullshit." He sat back down, facing all three men. "You said Voldemort has weakened since the attack at the ministry." Harry now looked directly at Lucius. "And you are giving him potions to stop his rehabilitation. Why didn't you use this opportunity to end it all? With your information about his whereabouts, we could have defeated him. We can still do it," he said excitedly. "Why wait, when now we have such a good advantage?"
"Because it is too soon, Harry. You aren't ready, yet," Dumbledore said calmly.
"Not ready yet?" The black haired teen jumped back up from his chair and glared at the headmaster. "Do you think that after five years of constant confrontations I can't kill a weak, poisoned man? The very one who killed my parents? He is fragile, shaky, and god knows I want nothing more than kill that monster."
"Is that so, Harry?" Dumbledore looked at him compassionately.
"Of course." Harry raged. "Why shouldn't I want to kill the person who killed my family? I would do it for them without a second thought."
"You couldn't do it for Sirius."
Slowly, Harry sank back in his chair and starred at Dumbledore, realization hit him with full force.
"I couldn't even put Lestrange under the Cruciatus Curse right after she…killed Sirius." He took a deep breath to strengthen himself. "How could I have ever thought I could actually kill another human being - even if it is Voldemort - when I didn't even have enough hatred to solemnly injure someone? I'm sorry, Professor, I-"
"Do never apologize for not being able to act out of hatred, my boy. That is a gift you should hold dear." Dumbledore smiled at him, his eyes twinkling slightly.
"I think I understand now, why you did what you did," Harry said calmly. "What will happen now? I can't go back to Hogwarts or to my relatives: I can't even go for a walk, because I might be seen. I'm dead," he stated matter-of-factly.
"All further information concerning your housing conditions, education, and so on, will be explained by Draco and Lucius." Dumbledore nodded to the two Malfoys, who were very quiet throughout the conversation. "But there is one point which we need to discuss right now."
"That is?"
"Your estate."
"My… Oh." There was a momentary silence when Harry realized what this meant. "I've nothing left, have I? I mean, I'm officially dead. I can't just simply walk into Gringott's and get some money if I need it. How will I buy my school supplies this year? And everything that I have left behind?"
"Don't worry, Harry. Nobody really knows how much money is in your vaults. I've opened another vault, and it holds more than enough for you to survive the next ten years."
"Just how much money do you have, that the absence of such an amount won't be recognized?" Draco asked curiously.
"Honestly, I don't know, and I don't care." Harry smiled at Draco's shocked look. "Besides, it's too late now. It isn't mine anymore. But what will happen with it now?" he asked, looking at Dumbledore.
"That is your decision, Harry."
"What can I do? I'm already 'dead'."
"Let's see..." Dumbledore said, his eyes twinkling in mischief. "What if you had written a will after your encounter at the Ministry? After Sirius' death you came to me to ask for help with your inheritance, and you asked me what would happen with the money and the house in Grimmauld Place if something happened to you?"
"You mean, I can say what should happen with everything?" Harry asked, a plan forming in his mind.
"Of course; but you must do it right now, so that I can handle your estate immediately." And for the next two hours, Harry and Professor Dumbledore discussed his will, and all necessities concerning Harry's estate.
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A/N – That's it for now. What do you think?