Title: Guns and Roses
Summary: AU. Harry Potter: novelist who witnesses attempted murder by the mob. Draco Malfoy: son of a mobster. What happens when Draco shows up on the morning of Harry's witness protection departure claiming to be his assigned bodyguard? DMHP.
Warning: Worked up female :D
A/N: YES, people! This is indeed Draco/Harry slash, but our favorite guys have to have their fun, don't they? ;D
Chapter 3: Agent Malfoy
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Exiting the courthouse with Ron and Hermione flanked on each side; Harry let out a deep breath that he hadn't known he had been holding. Looking at his wristwatch, Harry saw that it was 2 o'clock in the afternoon.
Several people clapped him on the back or shot warm smiles at him as he passed the departing crowd. He weakly smiled back. Apparently, he had just put away three members of the D.E.—formally known as the 'Death Eaters' for good.
Now that was an odd name for a mob society, wasn't it?
This morning he had woken up in a stiff hospital bed, his heart beat all the while being monitored on a computer screen. The first sight he had seen were Ron and Hermione's worried and bloodshot faces…
"Ron? Hermione?" Harry groggily asked his friends. Their faces immediately lit up from the sound of his voice alerting them that he had finally awakened.
"Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, scuttling over to his bed and wrapping her arms around him tightly. Yet again, Harry realized that he deeply missed these signs of affection that he had taken for granted as a child. He even used to consider them annoying.
"We were so worried! Remus called us and told us what happened—he's outside. Oh, Harry, we shouldn't have let you walk home at night alone!"
"Hermione…" Ron lightly reprimanded placing his hand on her arm. She shot him a 'What do you know?' look before returning her attention to her friend.
"You only passed out, thank God," she breathed.
A small smile graced Harry's lips, "I'm fine, really," he assured, "But what about that other man…Pettigrew, was it?" Harry frowned. Hermione's smiled slid off of her face like water.
"Harry…it was brave and everything—what you did, but apparently the man you saved was also working in the D.E," her eyes were wide.
Ron continued for her, "They caught the run away car. Avery and Lestrange or something. All three belong to the Death Eater society." Harry's jaw dropped.
"Their trial is today…" Hermione began, but was instantly cut off by Harry.
"Trial! But I saw that bastard…"
"We know, Harry," Hermione interrupted with exasperation, "They need you to testify. But honestly! You need your rest—not some trial to have to attend and point a finger when we all know that they're guilty!" she scowled.
"Hermione, it's alright, really," Harry smiled weakly.
"But still, couldn't they have waited one more day? I mean, you're in a hospital for heaven's sake, and the trial is in five hours!"
"Hermione," Ron said fondly, "Harry said that he was up to it, we don't want to upset the twins, dear." Hermione seemed to calm down at this, a smile gracing her face as she placed a palm over her stomach.
"How about lunch, Harry?" Ron asked.
Before Harry could answer, an older man with graying brown hair walked over to the three of them. "Mr. Potter," he spoke, "I need to speak with you, and it might take a while." The man flashed an apologetic smile at Ron and Hermione.
Harry gave them a surprise shrug and said, "Go on ahead, guys. I'll call you when I'm done." They hesitated before nodding and headed towards the parking lot.
"What did you need, Mr…?" Harry asked.
"Perry," the man said, "I need to talk to you about your safety."
"My safety?" Harry frowned in incredulity.
"Your safety," he repeated, "Let's discuss this over lunch, shall we?" he asked, gazing at all of the people watching them curiously.
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The waitress took their menus and walked away. Harry jumped to the chance, "So, you're saying that I'm in some kind of danger?" The man called Mr. Perry only took a sip of his coffee; with a slight wince he placed the mug back onto the wooden tabletop.
"Too bitter for my likes," he stated, ripping open a packet of sugar and dumping it in, he leaned forward, "Mr. Potter, I'm going to be quite frank with you here. You have just single-handedly locked up an active member of the D.E.—along with his partners." Mr. Perry sighed, "The D.E. is a current mobster group that partakes in a whole lot of dirty business, as you probably already know. Drug dealing, theft, assassinations—you name it."
"They are almost impossible to catch in the act though, but you," Mr. Perry pointed, "you caught them red handed. Which is why, Mr. Potter, you are now most likely ranked number one on their hit list, and they won't settle until you are dead."
Harry took Mr. Perry's speech calmly, but his heart was beating rapidly and his palms were beginning to feel rather clammy. He remained silent.
"It is almost necessary that you go under the witness protection program. It is mandatory that you change location…and identity immediately." Mr. Perry finished solemnly.
Harry's breath caught. "What?" he asked in disbelief, "Sorry, but did you just say change my identity? What exactly does that entail?" Harry asked in a rather panicky voice that gained more fear with each word.
Sympathy shone on Mr. Perry's face. "The program will fully pay for the move, and you will be sent an agent to escort you to your new location. They will reside with you as your protection and will be in contact with us twenty-four-seven in case of emergency. But by changing your identity, you must sever all family and friend ties."
Everything seemed to have stopped for Harry; he didn't notice the waitress delivering their food. He was only aware of his thoughts. Harry finally found his voice; eyes wide, he asked, "You mean…Ron and Hermione? Remus? Is this permanent?"
Mr. Perry seemedquite sadat Harry's question as he nodded, "The D.E. is a rather large society, and would take years to stop them. Even if the whole society was locked up, there would still be relatives and friends with revenge on mind. If everything were to be eventually cleared up, I do not doubt that I wouldn't be alive to see it.
"I know that this will be hard for you, but you are young and alive. You have a whole life ahead of you; a new life, a better life. Haven't you ever wished that you could start over?"
Harry chose to ignore his question. "But what about my books?"
Mr. Perry smiled, "Ah, you don't have to give up writing if you don't want to. With your talent you could be republished under your new name, only," Mr. Perry added, "I strongly advise that you stay out of the spot light. What with an accident like that, you'd have to be relocated, and then, I'm afraid we wouldn't be able to take that kind of chance of you being recognized once more."
Harry shook his head, "Mr. Perry, I can't leave my two best friends and their expected twins! My future godchildren! I can't leave my dead godfather's husband and dear friend Remus! He's only starting to recover. Don't you see? I just can't. I'm sorry, but no." Harry moved to get up, but Mr. Perry hastily grabbed his arm.
"Harry," Mr. Perry's face was grave, "If you refuse to do this, you are not only endangering your life, but your friends' and godchildren's lives well."
Harry froze, and reluctantly sat down again.
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Harry carried another pile of his luggage to the door. Several boxes and suitcases littered his wooden floor. As he began to slide his jacket on, the doorbell rang. Harry hastily walked over to the door and began to unlock it.
He mildly wondered who this agent would be. After all, they would be living with him for quite a while. As he pulled open the door, he saw a handsome blonde man smiling at him becomingly as he extended his hand.
"Hello, Mr. Potter. I'm Draco Malfoy. I'll be coming with you to the States."
TBC…
Princess of Mirrors: They usually don't. But since when has Harry ever been in a normal situation? ;) Besides, if I told you why things are happening as they are, then you wouldn't be surprised later!
And a special thanks to: myniephoenix, Ashes of Stars, chaeli.meep., empath89, potterluvva, and missfictionlover!