Chapter 3
Every eyes in the room turned to where the voice was coming from, only to glance in horror as they laid eyes on the Malfoy heir. Draco smirked, walking from the shadows, his pale feet padding softly across the stone floor, pulling his cloak tight against his bare chest. His platinum blond hair flowed to his clavicle, where it was razor cut and shorter in the back, making his cheek bones sharper, his silvery grey eyes were outlined in kohl, making his eyes more catlike and exotic. His bare legs showed through the splits in the fabric of his cloak, making it as a high fashion item. The clasp that held the cloak closed was made of silver in the shape of an dragon, its eyes shining blue diamonds. The heavy dark, silk of his cloak flowed around him like a shadow, giving him the appearance of a dark sprite.
"Bet that would have thrilled you dear 'father', wouldn't it, ferret." Ron said spitefully, his face twisting in rage and disgust.
Draco rolled his eyes, before seating himself next to Severus, elegantly crossing his legs, as he watched everyone from silver eyes. "Actually we 'purebloods', take great pride in our breeding, and with the dark lord's pedigree in question, the match could end disastrously, but I believe your sister would fit him just perfectly, when it comes to pedigree." Draco explained, shifting slightly in his seat to get comfortable.
Severus smirked, leaning ever-so-slightly toward his godson, watching as Ron sputtered in complete fury at the smaller blonde's comment.
Dumbledore sighed, gently levitating a cup of tea and bowl of fruit to the young Malfoy."Well, since we now know who, we will be protecting, I believe its safe to say that, he will be taken in as a student seeking sanctuary." said Dumbledore, smiling at the boy, his blue eyes twinkling.
Draco stiffened, narrowing his eyes at the old man, mistrust coming off the young boy in waves. "What is the price of your protection, Dumbledore?" asked Draco.
The old man's smile widened, as he looked at the blonde."What a perceptive godson you have, Severus."
Severus looked between his godson and headmaster, his eyes widening as realization washed over him."No." he said, adamantly, standing abruptly to his feet.
Dumbledore nodded, gently shushing the head of Slytherin, his eyes landing on Draco once more. The young Malfoy, looked at the old man, standing to his feet before leaving the room, his cloak swishing behind him.
Dumbledore turned to the rest of the staff in the room, smiling."I believe that is the only business that needed immediate attention, so meeting adjourned." said the old man."Oh and Harry, please join me in my office at noon, I would like to speak to you about a few things."
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Harry sighed silently, leaning back in his chair, closing his dark green eyes. Sirius looked over at his godson, a small smile crossing his lips as he watched the teenager shift around on the newly vacated couch. "I can't believe that after all these years of suspicions and limited proof, that Draco Malfoy would admit to working with Voldemort." said Harry, throwing his arm over his eyes, blocking out any stray beams of light.
Ron nodded, narrowing his dark blue eyes as he leaned back in his chair."He sleeps with Voldemort, we have to be careful."
Remus shook his head, settling himself on the arm of the chair, wrapping his arm around Sirius's shoulders, running his fingers through his mate's dark hair."He's here for sanctuary, this school would not have let him in if his intentions were not pure." stated the werewolf, nuzzling his mate's neck, breathing in the scent of the animagus.
"That doesn't mean we can trust him." Ron said, his teeth clenched in annoyance.
Remus lazily slid into Sirius's lap, snuggling contentedly in the darker man's arms."His scent had no malicious intent."
Hermione looked up from her thoughts, her dark eyes dull from lack of sleep."Harry go talk to Dumbledore, see what we can do to get information about Voldemort." said the witch, reaching for a book that sat on the table.
Harry nodded, standing to his feet, looking at the clock briefly before heading to the door, slipping through the portal. Walking silently through the school, Harry sighed, his shoulders slumping as his thoughts weighed him down, furrowing his brow.
He had no idea what Dumbledore wanted him to do, but he knew that he wouln't like it. He had seen the way that the older man had looked at the blonde, had seen the almost hungry look in his blue eyes, had seen way he watched the small boy move and shift in his seat. He couldn't deny that he had too, but the way that Dumbledore had looked at the boy, Harry knew that in the end there would be pain.
Reaching the older wizard's office, Harry looked up that the sculpture, disgust crossing his young face as he spoke the password. Stepping inside, Harry allowed the staircase to carry him up, gathering and protecting his thoughts before entering the office.
Dumbledore sat at his desk, quietly looking over a series of papers. Harry looked at the headmaster, his heart filling with an emotion that he had yet to feel before. Narrowing his eyes at the old man, he seated himself, crossing his long legs in front of him, placing his arms on the armrest of the ugly pink chair.
The older man looked up from his paperwork, smiling at the boy sitting in front of his desk, his blue eyes twinkling."Harry, my boy, how are you this fine afternoon?" asked Dumbledore, quickly signing his name on a document.
Harry rolled his eyes, forcing a smile onto his lips before answering the headmaster. "Nothing, Professor." he answered politely.
Dumbledore nodded his head, his eyes piercing the boy-who-lived's."I would like you to do something for me, Harry." said the old man, steepling his fingers.
Harry nodded, leaning forward slightly to hear the old man better. "What is it, headmaster?" asked Harry, his curiousity getting the better of him.
With a quick flick of his wand, he was trapped. Bindings latched onto his arm and legs, wrapping themselves around his feet and chest, holding his muscled body tight against the chair. Dumbledore stood, walking to the chair, kneeling in front of the boy. "I need you to do something that could end this war, before it really starts." He said, slowly withdrawing his wand.
Harry's eyes widened, shock and fear racing across his features as he looked at the wooden article.
"What are you going to do to me?" asked the boy, tightening his grasp on the arms of the chair.
Dumbledore smiled, pointing the wand at Harry's chest."My dear boy, all I am going to do to you is cast a little spell to help you with your task."
"What task?" asked Harry, trying to struggle out of the restraints.
"I need you to impregnate Draco Malfoy."
Harry looked at the old man in horror, his dark eyes filling with dread and fear."Why?"
"Because he can get us information, he can pry secrets from Voldemort that only a loyal death eater would otherwise be able to." explained the old man, lowering his voice.
"But he's a kid, just like the rest of us!" Harry shouted, his fear and horror over come with disgust and betrayal.
"No, Harry, he's the one person that stands between the light and the dark, he is what stands between us and victory, he is what stands between us and death." Dumbledore explained, feverishly.
Harry looked into his eyes, seeing the sanity of the headmaster slipping, his eyes taking on an almost insane glint."Why me?"
"Because your magic resembles his, he won't be able to tell the difference."
"I won't do it!" Harry yelled, trying desperately to free himself.
Dumbledore smiled insanely,"Of course you will my boy, you won't be able to resist."
Harry watched in horror as Dumbledore pressed the tip of his wand against his chest, whispering the spell that would make Harry carry out his bidding.
The old man watched, as the dark haired boy's brilliant green eye dim, his muscle slacken and his head lull to the side. Standing quickly so as not to waste a moment of time, he quickly told the silenced boy the details of his task.
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Harry woke with a start, quickly and frantically looking around the room he now resided in. His heart beat wildly in his chest, blood pumped through his veins matching the sound of his heart, as the door to the room banged clumsily open, revealing Sirius.
Sirius looked around the room, his eyes settling on his godson, turning from their icy blue to a softer sky color. "What's wrong pet?" asked Sirius, seating himself on the bed where his godson lay.
Harry reached out, folding his large body into his godfather's, shivering as the cool air in the room touched his over heated skin."Nothing, "He breathed, clutching at the older man's nightshirt, breathing in the familiar scent,"just a dream."
Sirius nodded, shifting his weight so his and Remus's cub was settled close to his heart."Do you need to sleep with me and Moony tonight?" He asked gently, rocking the scared teen.
Harry nodded, trying hard not to allow his emotions get carried away, as his godfather practically carried him to the large bedroom, that his mate and him shared.
Remus looked up from his book, smiling as Sirius dumpped the tall, dark haired boy onto their bed, before crawling in."Everything alright, cub?" the werewolf asked, gently stroking the unruly hair of their cub.
Harry nodded, snuggling closer to the warmth and protection that resided in his godparents. Sirius carefully settled in to the bed, stretching his long, lean body before pressing a kiss to his godson's head."Goodnight cub." he said, reaching over the bleary eyed teen to kiss his mate."Night Remmy."