Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter... but I'm borrowing him from Draco... J.K. Rowling owns them both...
Note: Hello, I am DrarryTLA and this is my story.
...CHAPTER 6...
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Need You To Need Me
"Harry, are you sure you don't want one of us to come with you?" Hermione asked for the one-hundreth time since Harry had talked to Blaise.
"Hermione, I'm fine," Harry smiled reassuringly. "And besides, I need you and Ron to go to Grimmauld Place."
"You're right," Hermione sighed. "Ron'll need me," she laughed to lighten the mood. Ron rolled his eyes and picked up the bag of floo powder from next to the fireplace.
"And floo travel is safe for the baby, right?" he asked.
"Floo travel is safe for me and the baby until the baby is actually ready to be born," Harry smiled as he took some of the black powder from the bag. He tossed it into the fireplace and watched as green flames began to grow on the unlit wood. He turned to his friends. "How do I look?" he asked adjusting the drak green traveling cloak around his neck. Hermione and Ron looked him up and down with a smile.
"Draco won't know what to with himself," Ron said with a wink. Hermione pushed his shoulder with a smile.
"He's right," she agreed. "Draco, will forget about Narcissa completely. We'll have plenty of time to talk to Sirius and Lucius."
"Good," Harry smiled. He turned around and stepped into the green flames. "The Three Brommsticks!" he called. In a flash he was gone. Hermione and Ron followed shortly after, but a with a different destination in mind.
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At the Three Broomsticks...
"Draco, he's here," Blaise smiled as he stood from his chair. In the booth behind him, Draco was sitting with a dark cloak covering his blonde head. Blaise heard Draco's sharp intake of breath and laughed before walking over to meet Harry at the fireplace he had just stepped out of. "Hello, Harry," he smiled holding out his hand.
Harry smiled and took Blaise's outstretched hand. "Blaise," he nodded, "It's been a while."
"Indeed it has," Blaise smiled. He led Harry over to his table and placed him in the seat across form Draco's booth. Draco would be able to see him easily from there. "So you want to be an Auror?" Blaise asked as he took his own seat.
"You certainly like to get right down to business, don't you?" Harry laughed.
Blaise laughed as well and nodded his head. "I didn't buy my way to the top, despite what The Daily Prophet says. It intrigued me, however, that The Quibbler interviewed me and posted the actual facts. You can rightfully assume that I've found a new source for the news."
Harry laughed. "Luna and her father do a wonderful job. I was actually asked to do an interview for The Prophet about what 'the boy-who-lived' is doing now. I accepted of course," he smirked darkly.
"And, pray tell, what did the great Harry Potter have to say?" Blaise asked with genuine interest. "I never saw a story about you."
"Well, they couldn't very well publish that I told them I had a job at The Quibbler and to sod off," Harry said. Blaise burst out laughing and so did a few other people around the bar. One particular laugh was painfully familiar and Harry started to look around before stopping himself. 'Stick to the plan,' he thought in his head. 'Seeing Draco will only make things worse,' he reminded himself.
"That's absolutely brilliant!" Blaise chuckled. "I know you can handle the press, a fine trait every Auror should have." He cleared his throat and waved a waitress over. "I need a Butterbeer and -"
"Tea, please," Harry smiled. The waitress nodded and walked off.
"Did you bring a resume?" Blaise asked.
"I did," Harry said as he pulled a roll of parchment from his cloak. He handed it over to Blaise. Blaise unrolled the parchment and smiled. He skimmed over the list. "You've certainly outdone yourself. This very impressive."
Harry smiled. "Hermione helped me. She told me I couldn't go to an interview unless I had a real resume."
"This is a real resume, alright," Blaise chuckled. And then Harry's attention was drawn to the booth behind Blasie. The cloaked figure in the booth seemed to be watching Harry and a chill went down his spine. An odd sensation settled in his stomach. He placed his hand over his belly and looked away from the cloaked figure.
The waitress returned with their drinks. Harry thanked her and took a sip of the warm beverage. The odd sensation in his stomach went away and Blaise began asking various questions about his goals, dreams, and why he wanted to be an Auror.
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At Grimmauld Place...
"Welcome!" Sirius exclaimed as Ron and Hermione stepped out of his freplace. He had been reading a book when green flames had errupted in the fireplace. He quickly dropped his book and jumped up to embrace the two teens. "Did Harry come as well?" he asked in excitement before looking behind them. His godson was nowhere in sight.
"He couldn't come," Hermione said.
"That's why we're here," Ron added. "He's meeting Blaise."
"Blaise?" Sirius asked. "Draco was supposed to be with Blaise."
"He is," Hermione said. "We need to talk."
"Alright, pups," Sirius said as he went over to close the door. In his hurry, he had failed to close the door all the way, leaving a small crack. "What's happened?"
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"Blaise flooed us this morning during breakfast and said that Draco had found out where Narcissa is hiding," Ron said.
"Where?" Sirius barked. He slammed his fist onto his desk violently. "Tell me where that bitch is so I can tear her limb from limb!"
"We don't know where she is," Hermione said calmly, though there seemed to be a dark undertone to her voice. Oh, how she wished she knew where Narcissa was... "Blaise didn't know either. He told us that Draco was planning to go alone and Harry panicked. We dressed him up and made him meet Blaise at the Three Broomsticks. Blaise told Draco about the meeting and-"
"Draco went," Sirius finished. "He woulnd't have missed it. Wait- how did Harry get to the Three Broomsticks? If I find out he flew," Sirius left the threat unfinished.
"He used the floo network," Ron explained.
"Is that safe?" Sirius asked just like Ron had.
Hermione laughed. "Yes, the baby will be just fine."
"Good," Sirius sighed. "Well, we can't have Draco going off alone. I'll ask Lucius to call him back home and we'll try to talk to him."
"Good," it was Hermione and Ron's turn to sigh.
All three were oblivious to the figure standing just outside the cracked door. He had heard everything that had been said... He gently walked away and wiped a tear from his cheek... A grandparent, he was going to be a grandparent...
He walked down to the kitchen and grabbed some parchment. He wrote down a quick note and summoned a delivery owl with his wand. He placed the note and a galleon in the owl's pouch. "Take this to Draco," he ordered.
Then he heard the distinct sound of the floo network in use, which is why he had gone to Sirius's study in the first place. "Lucius!" Sirius called from upstairs. Lucius smiled and went back up to the study.
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At the Three Broomsticks...
"Well, Harry, I can honestly say that this is the best interview I've ever given," Blaise smiled. "It should take about eight more months before you officially have the job," he winked, "but welcome to the force."
Harry laughed. "That's just fine with me, I have a current obligation. And might I add that it was fun to see you again?"
"You certainly may," Blaise chuckled. Then an owl flew in through the door and landed at the booth behind him. Harry watched as the cloaked figure took a note from the owl and exchange it with a galleon. The owl flew away and the man stood from his seat after reading the note.
Harry picked up his tea and took a sip as the man began to walk past. As he passed he bumped into Harry.
The same odd sensation from before settled in Harry's stomach, but this time it was more intense, intense enough to make Harry drop his tea and grab his stomach. The tea-cup shattered.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Blaise asked as he jumped up and walked over to Harry's side. He saw that Harry was holding his stomach. "Is it the baby?" he asked lowly.
"That was him wasn't it?" Harry asked with a slight tremble in his voice. He looked around the bar for the cloaked man. He was nowhere inside. Harry looked to the front door and caught a glimpse of a dark hood. "That was Draco... The baby could feel it," he whispered.
Harry could recall a chapter from the baby book that explained that after the first month, the baby had a heart and a heartbeat. It said that it was extremely normal for odd sensations to settle in Harry's stomach whenever the baby felt its father around or heard his voice.
"It was him," Blaise smiled. Then he gathered up the broken tea-cup and stood. "I think we are done here," he said still smiling. He pulled four galleons from the inside pocket of his robes and left it on the table. Then he reached his hand out to Harry to help him stand.
Harry smiled and let go of his stomach, the odd sensation fading away. He took Blaise's hand and stood up. "Thanks for meeting me," he said as he wrapped Blaise in a grateful hug.
"Anything for a friend," Blaise smiled as he hugged back.
"Be sure to floo me the minute you hear anything else about Draco's plans," Harry instructed. "Hopefully Lucius and Sirius can talk to him..."
"I'm sure they will," Blaise said as he rubbed soothing circles into Harry's back. "You know how stubborn Lucius is, and I'm sure that Sirius can handle anything after being locked in Azkaban for thirteen years." Harry laughed and released Blaise.
"Well, I'll be off," he smiled. Then he turned to the bartender. "I'm sorry about the cup." The man just waved his hand dismissively with a rugged smile. Harry waved to Blaise and made his way over to the fireplace and leaving the same way he had come. Blaise watched Harry go before leaving out the front door. He made his way to the Ministry. There was plenty of work waiting on him there.
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"So the wonderful Harry Potter is expecting a child..." whispered a cold, cracked voice. The stranger stood and straightened the grungy robes she was wearing. "Well, well, well..." she said darkly. Then she said her goodbyes to the bartender since she had recently become his favorite customer and left what little money she had on the table she had occupied.
"I'll be seeing you tomorrow, Rita!" the bartender called.
Rita Skeeter smiled and then left the Three Broomsticks.
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DrarryTLA: Sorry for the wait and the length! I've wanted to update sooner, but I've been VERY busy... Grrr...
I really am sorry... I'll try and stop being so slow!!!
How about that chapter?
I enjoyed it very much and I didn't proof-read, so get over it!
animeangel088, I keep finding new things to write in your request so it is not yet finished! But I swear it will be up ASAP! It's started, and now I just need to finish it... but I do have a title:
I Believe in a Thing Called Love.
Is that okay?