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: R
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 11 - The Funeral
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The morning of Harry Potter's funeral found the three occupants of Malfoy Castle quietly sitting together in the dining room eating breakfast and reading the Daily Prophet. (Lucius had been sitting at the table when Draco and Tiger entered the room.) There was no sound except from the rustling of the newspaper and the clicking of teacups to saucers, until Draco let out an annoyed snort.
"I can't believe them. Even after your death they didn't stop to make some stupid stories up about you."
"What did they write?" Tiger asked, interested.
"You know, just the usual crap; you being the one always getting into trouble, and being responsible for everything. Obviously it was your own fault that you died. They came to the conclusion that there was no attack, but that you committed suicide because you couldn't put up with the fact that Voldemort is back: considering there was nothing proving that there was an attack." To Draco's surprise, there was no outburst from Tiger because of what he had told him. Instead, the dark-haired boy was laughing. "What are you laughing about?" Draco asked, in disbelief.
"Let me guess. The article was written by Rita Skeeter?"
"Yes. But what-"
"I wouldn't expect anything less from her. Let's face it; what is interesting about me being attacked by Death Eaters? That has happened so often, that it doesn't lure too many readers. Okay, I died this time, but that would have happened eventually. But a successful suicide from the 'Boy Who Lived' because he couldn't stand the pressure, is worth ten attacks. I bet there is also a part about me being selfish for dying, and leaving everyone who needs me behind."
"In fact it says that you were egotistical and egocentric for leaving your beloved girlfriend, Hermione Granger, who actually had dumped star seeker Victor Krum so she could be with you. 'We don't know what your reasons for showing off like that were, Harry Potter, but we hope that maybe one day, you can find your peace with the knowledge of being such a disappointment.'" Draco quoted the last sentence of the article.
"Ouch, that hurts," Tiger said in mock earnestness.
"You do realise what the people will think about you now, don't you?"
"They'll think that I'm an irresponsible coward who took the easiest way out of this mess, after realising what everyone would expect from 'the saviour of the wizarding world'."
"I don't understand how you can stay so calm about that. Doesn't it make you angry? Aren't you upset that everybody is going to think of you as a coward? Wha-"
"Quite the contrary," Tiger replied, interrupting the blond with his simple statement.
"What do you mean?" Draco asked, bewildered.
"That is the best thing that could have happened."
"I don't get it."
"Look, now that everyone thinks I'm a coward and a disappointment to the wizarding world, they will forget about their hopes of me destroying Voldemort. They will find someone else who they can praise, someone who deserves all their attention."
"But you did deserve it."
"Maybe. But the point is that now that Harry Potter is dead, and that they don't have a hero anymore, they will carry on and they will learn to defend themselves."
"I think I see your point, now. You mean when someone as fragile as you were can fight against Voldemort, then they'll realise that they can do it as well."
"Something like that, yeah."
"Weird." Draco just shook his head, and then turned back to his breakfast.
There was another silence in which Tiger read an article about the upcoming funeral. After he had finished the article, he turned to Lucius and asked, "Why will there be so many Aurors today? Do they expect an attack?"
Lucius, who had been quiet until now, nodded to Tiger before he spoke. "Yes, Voldemort had made plans to 'visit' the funeral."
"Personally?"
"No, he is still too weak for that. There will be some Death Eaters and Dementors."
"But why would he do something like that?" Tiger asked, confused.
"You mean beside the fact that he's a lunatic?" Draco asked absentmindedly. He poked his head up from under the table, where he had given Spike some milk.
"I mean, he knows I'm already dead, and therefore no one can stop him now, so why would he disturb a funeral? What is he playing at?"
"He wants to make sure you can't rise from the dead."
"You mean, just like he did? Entering someone else's body, letting them brew a potion and forcing blood from my enemy? Does he really think I'm like him?" Tiger made a grimace at that thought.
"He thought highly of you."
"Is he disappointed that he hadn't killed me himself? Or does he fear me so much that he wants proof that it's really Harry Potter who will be buried today?"
"You're correct on both points. Of course he wanted to kill you himself, but now that he is weak, he couldn't risk a fight. But he knew that you would be alone at the Dursleys and that you were weak yourself, so he sent some of his followers to end it for good."
Tiger looked at Lucius nervously, trying to ask something, but before he had the courage to speak, Lucius answered his unspoken question.
"I led the attack. I was the one who killed you."
"Oh," was all Tiger could say. They were silent for a while: Lucius gave Tiger time to take in the information.
"I'm sorry to interrupt your interesting conversation," Draco said after a few minutes of silence, "but we should get ready. The Portkey to the graveyard will be activated in half an hour."
Lucius nodded. "Right. We can talk about it when we get back. Go get changed. I'll wait for Narcissa and Severus to arrive."
"They'll come?" Tiger asked, confused and a bit disappointed.
"Of course they will. Narcissa is my wife, after all. She has to be at my side at such an event. And Severus was one of your teachers." At Tiger's dumbfounded look, Lucius added, "They will all be there."
"I hadn't thought about that," Tiger answered softly. "All of them."
"Wait 'til you see who else will be there." Draco smiled at him, and led him up the stairs to his room.
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Twenty minutes later, Tiger walked down the stairs and joined the Malfoys and Professor Snape in the Apparation Room. Upon entering the room, Tiger found the four occupants clad in traditional funeral clothes. Their robes were all black, and held their family heraldry and one single red ribbon on their right breast. All four of them were staring at him.
"What do you think you are wearing?" Snape asked, annoyed.
"Let's see." Tiger looked down at himself and smiled. "First there are my boots: Dragon hide of a Tasmanian Hellhorn. Then my trousers: the finest-"
"I don't want a fashion show," Snape interrupted him angrily. "Why aren't you wearing the traditional robes?"
"Because I don't want to," Tiger smirked at him, and then turned to the other occupants. Lucius was smiling at him slightly, and Draco was looking at him as if he was about to pounce.
"Do you have to wear such tight clothes to a funeral?" Narcissa asked, with a look that made Tiger uncomfortable. Then she walked over to Draco, and successfully distracted Draco's attention from Tiger.
"It's time," Lucius said, and held out an old book. "Hold on to the key." Everyone did, and after a few seconds the Apparation Room of Malfoy Castle was deserted.
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When they arrived at the entrance of the graveyard, they were immediately surrounded by five Aurors.
"Portkey, names, and wands, please." One of them said without looking up. She was standing behind a table with boxes holding other wands, and was writing in a big leather book.
"Nice to see you, too, Tonks," Draco said with a smile. The black-haired woman looked up, and her face lit up.
"If it isn't my little baby cousin, Draky-poo." Tonks came around the table and pulled a terribly embarrassed Draco into an embrace. "Sorry that I couldn't come to your party, but with poor Harry's death and all-"
"It's okay, Tonks. Just let me breathe, already."
"Oops. Sorry." Tonks let go of Draco and went on to Narcissa, while Draco took a few deep breaths before following his father and godfather to the other Aurors, who checked their names and confiscated their wands, before letting them enter the graveyard.
Meanwhile, Tiger was standing a few feet away from the commotion and was watching through the entrance to the graveyard. His eyes were wide when he saw hundreds of people all over the field.
"You're next, young man."
Tiger was brought back by a hand on his back. When he looked up, he found Tonks smiling at him. "Come on, you have to register." They walked over to the table, and an annoyed looking Auror looked him up and down.
"Name?"
"Tiger Ryan." The Auror searched the book for his name, but couldn't find it.
"You aren't on the list. How did you get here?"
"We brought him." Lucius walked up to them and placed a hand on Tiger's shoulder.
"He isn't on our list, Malfoy. I'm sorry, but he can't enter," the Auror said, but didn't sound sorry at all.
"It's okay, Kingsley, let him enter. He's a new pupil." Severus handed the Auror, who Tiger now recognized as Kingsley Shacklebolt, a folded parchment. The Auror read it, and then nodded.
"Okay. Just give me your wand. The next group will arrive in two minutes." He held out his hand to Tiger, but the teen didn't react. "I'm waiting."
"I haven't got my wand with me," Tiger said, while his hand wandered to the side of his right thigh.
"What wizard hasn't got his wand with him?"
"An underage wizard who isn't allowed to do magic out of school," Tiger answered calmly.
"That isn't a reason to not bring your wand. Every Hogwarts student has their wand with them. Try again." The other Aurors were now standing around Tiger and Lucius, and were watching them carefully.
"Why would I bring my wand to a funeral?" Tiger asked innocently, his naïve eyes searching for an answer. When he saw the Aurors becoming weak he smirked and added. "By the way, where do you think my wand could fit?" He held up his arms and moved in a circle, so that everybody could see that there was no wand hidden under his clothes.
"I don't-" Shacklebolt started, but was cut of by another Auror.
"It's okay, boy. Mr. Malfoy. You can enter now."
"Thanks, Jones." Lucius nodded to the Auror, then led Tiger to the others.
When they entered the graveyard, Tiger froze when he saw exactly how many people were there. Hundreds of chairs were lined up facing a small stage, with more chairs and a podium. All the chairs were already taken, but there were still a lot of people around. On the stage, Tiger saw a few familiar faces. Ron and Hermione were talking to Remus, and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall were there as well. Minister Fudge and other Ministry officials had also come.
"Tiger, are you all right?" Draco asked, concerned.
"I hadn't expected this. I hadn't known I… he was so popular. Who are all these people?" Nobody had noticed his almost slip, and he had recovered by now and walked on.
"Most of the kids are Gryffindors, and then there are a lot of Ministry officials, Hogwarts teachers, and of course, reporters. The rest are admirers."
"But there are also a lot Aurors here."
"Ah, Lucius, Narcissa, Severus, boys; you're right on time. We will begin in a few minutes," Dumbledore greeted them, when they arrived at the front of the chairs.
"Albus," Lucius replied, nodding. "I see the Ministry has outdone themselves."
He looked to Fudge, who was standing beside Dumbledore. "Minister," he said, acknowledging the man.
"It is a pleasure to see you and your family here, Mr. Malfoy. Who is this?" He pointed at Tiger. "Is he a Muggle?"
"Of course not," Tiger snorted arrogantly.
"Cornelius, this is Tiger Ryan. He will attend Hogwarts this year. After the death of his uncle, I took him in and took care of him."
"Why isn't he wearing robes? This is a wizarding funeral, therefore funeral robes are requested. It is a sign of your latest loss, boy." Fudge was now staring at Tiger urgently, but the teen just shrugged it of.
"I'm sorry to say it, but Harry Potter isn't a loss to me." Everybody around him gasped in shock. Before he could say anything further, Tiger heard a loud sob and a muttered 'bastard' coming from his right, and he saw a head of bushy brown hair running away, followed by a red-head.
"Fuck," Tiger exclaimed, and ran after Ron and Hermione.
"Tiger." Draco wanted to follow him, but his mother held him back.
"Stay, Draco. It's for the best when he isn't around."
"But-"
"She is right, boy," Fudge said angrily. "This boy hasn't got the slightest bit of respect for the dead. I only hope your father can teach him a few manners before he leaves for Hogwarts. He-"
"Stop it," Draco shouted all of a sudden. "You have no right to talk about him that way."
"Draco, please be quiet."
"No mother. You be quiet," Draco replied, angrily.
"Lucius," Narcissa looked to her husband, waiting for him to scold the boy.
"Let him speak," was all the elder Malfoy said.
"You have no idea what that boy has gone through," Draco said, while taking a step up to Fudge, who automatically took a step back. "He can't remember his parents, because his mother died while giving birth to him. His father died in a storm while he was sailing. And now, only a few weeks ago, he lost his uncle, the last of his family. He is still mourning about his death, and you expect him to mourn over someone he's never met, that he hadn't even heard of 'til he came here?"
By now Fudge was leaning against the front of the stage, with Draco only a few feet away. Because of the lack of response, Draco turned and walked after Tiger, but not before stopping at his mother's side.
"I don't know why you're doing this, but I don't like how you treat him," he told her. Without waiting for a response, Draco walked away.
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"Hermione." Tiger had found Ron and Hermione sitting on a bench under an old oak; Hermione had her head buried in Ron's chest.
"Go away," came the muffled reply.
"I thought we could become friends, but obviously you're just as bad as Malfoy. I can't believe he is here. I still can't believe that his father has avoided going to Azkaban." Ron ranted, glaring at him angrily.
"Hey! First, don't you dare speak about Draco that way, and don't insult Lucius either." 'Note to myself: ask Draco how Lucius did it.' Tiger fumed, but his anger died down when he saw the sadness behind Ron's angry face. "And second," he said calmly, "I'm sorry for what I said."
He knelt down in front of Hermione and put a hand on her knee. When she turned around and looked at him, he spoke again. "I'm really sorry about your loss, but what I said is the truth." Hermione's eyes widened, and she wanted to turn away, but Tiger continued. "I can't mourn someone I've never met. I sympathize with you, because I know how much it hurts to lose someone dear, but I don't feel the same. I'm still mourning my uncle, and god knows how hard it is for me to see all those people and to know they have lost someone special. But when Draco told me that his family would be here today, I couldn't not come."
"The day we met, I saw how sad you were, and I thought maybe you needed someone who wasn't personally involved, to speak to. I don't want to impose myself on you, but it might help. I know Draco helped me, when I first came here. I know I shouldn't say that, he will probably kill me when he finds out, but he isn't actually as bad as he seems." Tiger's eyes lightened up when he saw Hermione smile, so he went on. "You can talk to him about everything, and if you don't want to talk he'll just hold you until you're feeling better."
All of a sudden Hermione's smiles vanished, and she and Ron looked at something behind Tiger. Tiger felt someone glaring at him. "He is a great friend, and he would never hurt a friend; especially not a black-haired, green-blue-eyed friend, because they are the most sensitive and he wouldn't want to make them sad. Right?" Slowly Tiger turned around, and looked up into two cold, silver-blue eyes.
"Ryan." Draco held out a hand to Tiger. Tiger winced at the use of his surname. He took the offered hand, and Draco pulled him up.
"Dragon?" Tiger put on his best 'naïve little boy' face, and smiled innocently.
Ron and Hermione watched, fascinated, as Draco's cold mask melted, and a small smile reached his face. When he noticed them, he took a step back and nodded politely.
"Weasley, Granger."
"Hello." Hermione smiled slightly and Ron nodded back.
"Malfoy."
"Dumbledore said they want to start in a few minutes."
"We should go back. We are going say a few words about Harry." Hermione took Ron's hand. "Let's go, Ron. Are you coming?" She looked at Tiger and Draco.
"Later."
"Okay, see you."
When the two had left, Draco shoved Tiger onto the bench, leaned over him, one hand on each side of Tiger, and glared at the other boy.
"What are you trying to do, Tiger Ryan?" he hissed angrily. "Why did you have to tell them all that stuff about me? I told you before, I don't want to be their friend, so stop promoting. I swear if I had my wand I would have hexed you into oblivion for this."
Tiger's eyes filled with tears at his harsh words. He lowered his head and bit the corner of his lower lip hard to prevent himself from crying.
"Don't even try to soften me, Tiger. And stop playing 'little innocent boy'. I know you. You'll wait until I apologize, and then all of a sudden you're smiling your gorgeous smile and your sexy eyes are shining with triumph; but not now. Not-" Draco froze when he saw Tiger looking at him. The black-haired boy's head had snapped up at Draco's last comment, and he was now looking at him with a look not even he could play. His eyes were glassy, and one single tear ran down his cheek, to be mixed with the blood that flowed from his lip where he had bitten it.
"I just wanted…" Tiger broke up when a second and third tear escaped his eyes.
"Shh." Draco collapsed onto Tiger's lap, and pulled him close to his chest. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't have said all of that. Please don't cry, Tiger." The blond stroked Tiger's head soothingly, and rocked slightly back and forth.
"Draco?" Startled, Draco jumped up and turned to face the intruder, while Tiger tried to wipe away his tears.
"Sev, Professor Lupin," Draco exclaimed, surprised.
"Is everything okay?" Remus asked suspiciously. Severus just glared at Tiger and his godson.
"I-" Draco started but Tiger cut him of.
"I just remembered my uncle's funeral, and everything came back."
"I'm sorry," Remus said politely.
"Thanks."
"Why are you here, anyway?" Draco asked his godfather.
"Your father wants you by his side."
"Tell him I'm staying with Tiger."
"It's okay, Draco; you can go. I want to be alone for a while."
"Are you sure?"
"I will be around if something should happen," Remus promised.
"Okay. Thanks, Professor." After one last glance at Tiger, Draco and Sev went back to the others.
Remus waited until the other two were gone before he sat down beside Tiger.
"Are you okay?" he asked, handing Tiger a handkerchief.
"Better. Thanks." Tiger first wiped away his tears, then carefully pressed the handkerchief against his sore lip.
"What happened to your lip?" Remus asked after a while.
"Bad habit. When I'm nervous, I bite into the corner of my lip."
"You must have been really nervous," Remus commented, smiling.
"I'd rather not talk about it," Tiger answered politely.
"Sorry. I don't want to push you into talking."
"It's okay; I just don't want to talk about my outburst. I hate it when I'm weak."
"You didn't seem weak when you were talking to Fudge." The older man grinned cheerfully.
"You heard that?"
"Not only me; there were a lot of people who were really pissed."
"Were you?" the boy asked, confused.
"Yes, until Draco spoke." Remus' smile widened.
"What did he say?" Tiger asked carefully.
"He explained that you couldn't mourn about Harry because you have lost your uncle recently, and are still mourning him."
"That's true. I miss him dearly."
"You remind me of Harry, you know?"
"What?" Tiger paled at this statement. 'He knows, I knew he'd know'
"Yeah, but you're a lot more straightforward. I don't know what it is, but there is something."
"Maybe it's the fact that we're both orphans; or that we've lost our family a second time." At Remus' puzzled look, Tiger explained. "Draco told me about Harry's godfather."
"Sirius." Remus looked sad, and lowered his head. It hurt Tiger to remind him of his late friend, but he was too close to discovering Tiger's secret.
"You knew him?"
"He was my best friend. Sirius, Harry's father, James, and another guy, Peter, were my best friends at Hogwarts. We spent every day together, and had a lot of fun."
Tiger smiled when he saw how Remus' face lit up at the memories of his friends. He was silent, hoping for a story about the Marauders. He didn't have to wait long, though.
"We were pranksters, you know. We called ourselves the 'Marauders'. We played a lot of pranks on teachers and other pupils, mostly Slytherins, but our favourite victim was Severus."
"Snape?" Tiger asked, in feigned disbelief.
"Yes. We were in the same year, and he was always a git. We couldn't not prank him." Remus explained, almost apologetically.
"I know what you mean." Tiger smiled. "He is a git, but he is also a great potions master."
"You've already had the pleasure of getting to know his skill?"
"One conversation at dinner, and you'd think he lives for his job."
"Not for the part with the students, but for his potions, yes."
"And I thought it's just me whom he hates."
"What have you done?"
"Nothing, I swear," Tiger looked at Remus innocently. Then he began to smile as if he had just remembered something. "There was this one time when I snogged his godson and kissed him afterwards."
"You kissed him? Eew." Remus shuddered at the thought. "Okay, now I know why he hates you. Did he hex you?"
"He tried, but only hit the wall." They both laughed until a cough interrupted them.
"Albus." Remus' smile faded when he saw Dumbledore's look. "It's time?"
"The coffin is already at the grave."
"Okay." Remus nodded, and then turned to Tiger. "Do you want to come?"
"No, I'll stay here."
"Well, see you."
"Yeah."
Remus left, followed by Dumbledore, who smiled reassuringly at Tiger, saying, "He'll be fine."
Tiger just nodded, then closed his eyes and rested his head in his hands.
He didn't know how long he was in this position when he heard footsteps approach. He looked up, and found Ron and Hermione standing in front of him. The latter had a book pressed against her chest.
"Hi." He smiled slightly.
"Hi," they answered, and sat beside him. They were quiet for a while, until Tiger broke the silence.
"What are you reading?" he asked Hermione.
"Oh, it's not my book; I'm just keeping it for someone."
"Whom?"
"Harry." At Tiger's puzzled look, she continued. "It was his birthday yesterday, and Ron and I wanted to give it to him."
"What's it about?"
"We found it at his godfather's old place, when we went there two weeks ago. Sirius, his godfather, had written a journal over the past year, with stories about the Marauders." Tiger's mouth fell opened in shock. Hermione misinterpreted his reaction, so she explained. "The Marauders was the name of Sirius and his friends. Harry's father was a Marauder, as well as Remus - you know, Professor Lupin."
"Have you read it?" Tiger asked softly, his eyes never leaving the book. Oh, how much he wanted to take it from her and read it.
"Just the first page. Sirius had explained what this journal was about. It seems that he wanted to give it to Harry for his birthday, so we thought we should give it to him, but then…" Hermione trailed off, and tears ran down her cheek. Tiger ignored her, and spoke again.
"What will you do with it now?"
"We want to give it to Harry."
"What?" Tiger asked confused. Did they know?
"We want to bury it with him."
"Don't do that," he exclaimed louder than he wanted. He had jumped up and was now facing the two. Ron and Hermione looked up at him, puzzled. 'Think Tiger; think quickly.'
"Why shouldn't we?" Ron asked, perplexed.
"Because of… Remus," Tiger nearly shouted.
"Remus?" The two looked even more puzzled.
"I mean, Professor Lupin. You said he was a friend of Harry's godfather - and he told me a bit about being a Marauder."
"He told you?"
"Yes, we talked about pranking Snape."
"Good topic." Ron smiled.
"That's really good," Hermione exclaimed, all of a sudden.
"Of course pranking Snape is good." Ron looked at Hermione as if she were an alien, for only just seeing it.
"Not that, idiot." She slapped his arm, hard.
"Hey."
"Oh. Sorry, love." Hermione patted Ron's arm, then smiled at Tiger. "I mean that was a good idea, Tiger. Remus will love it. He misses the two so much. The journal will cheer him up, I'm sure."
"Let's go, Ron." She grabbed Ron's hand and pulled him away.
Smiling, Tiger sat back down on the bench. "And hopefully I'll get the chance to read it, one day." He smiled and closed his eyes, letting the summer sun shine down on his face.
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"Rise and shine, sleeping beauty."
Tiger shuddered in delight at the whispered words against his ear. He opened his eyes and turned around.
"Draco." He smiled at the blonde.
"I heard you are saving memories?"
"Who told you?"
"Dumbledore."
"How did he know? ... Oh - right. It's Dumbledore."
"Don't you want to say goodbye to Potter?"
"I had my farewell the day I was born."
"You do realise how bizarre that sounds?" They smiled at each other.
"Tiger?" Tiger turned to the voice.
"Re- Eh, Professor Lupin." He bit his lips when he saw Sirius' journal in Remus' hand.
"I wanted to thank you for the journal."
"It wasn't mine."
"But it was your idea to give it to me." He cuddled the book like a child would do to its teddy. Tiger and Draco smiled at each other, then the blond whispered in the other's ear.
"I'm waiting at the entrance. We want to leave soon." Tiger just nodded, and Draco left.
"I'm really grateful, you know." Remus looked up at him and smiled sadly. "I miss them so much. First Lily and James, and Peter." He spat out the last name with disgust. "Then I lost Sirius to Azkaban, and just when he was back and we had it out with each other, I lost him for good. And now that Harry is gone too, I haven't got anyone left. But with this journal I have a part of Sirius and James back; memories which I lost fifteen years ago."
"I can't imagine how hard it must be for you, but if you want to talk to someone who won't give you muddled advice…"
"So you've met Albus." They smiled at each other.
"I'll be there." Tiger laid a hand on Remus shoulder.
"Thanks."
"I have to go. Do you know where Ron and Hermione are? I want to say goodbye to them."
"They wanted to walk for a while. Let's go look for them. I want to thank them again." They walked for a while, until they found the two laying on the grass in front of the little forest which bordered on the graveyard.
Suddenly Tiger felt all warmth being sucked out of him, and he heard someone crying. He looked around, but couldn't see anything unusual. Then he recognized the voice and froze. 'Mum'. He held his head in his hands, and sank to his knees.
"Tiger, are you all right?" Remus knelt beside him, and laid a hand on his back. "What happened?" It took Tiger a while to look up, but he didn't look at Remus, who was few inches away from him. Instead, he looked to Ron and Hermione, and his breathing stopped.
"Dementors," he choked out, and jumped to his feet.
"What?" Remus jumped up too, and watched in horror as four Dementors approached Ron and Hermione.
With lightning speed, Tiger had his wand in his hand and pointed it at the Dementors. (The moment he held his wand, a small wand-pocket appeared on his right, outer thigh)
"Expecto Patronu-"
"Tiger!" The cry cut Tiger off, but there had been already a white fog emerging from his wand. Remus looked at him, shocked. Tiger turned around to see Lucius storming up to him. The next moment there were Aurors all around, fighting the Dementors. Some of them surrounded Tiger, and one cast a spell on him.
"Vincira manus." Yellow light flew from their wand and encircled Tiger's hands, binding them behind his back. He lost his wand and would have fallen, had it not been for Lucius, who caught him.
"Oh, you are in so much trouble, mister," Lucius hissed in his ear. Tiger shuddered in fear.
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A/N – That's it for now. What do you think?