Warnings: the usual...Langauge...

Disclaimer: I don't bloody own Harry Potter...

Well, here you are folks, chapter 17. I'm sorry I took as long as I did, enjoy! Please read and review!

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Chapter 17: Good Morning, Raven

It was eleven in the morning when Harry cracked his eyes open. He let a small smile escape when he saw Charlie's head propped against the bed. A larger smile graced his face when he saw Draco standing in the door way.

"You're awake," Draco whispered as he walked further into the room. Harry nodded, sitting up. He stopped halfway when a pain ripped through his lower half, causing him to whimper.

"Damn….hold on, I'll get you something for the pain." Draco whispered gently as he went into the bathroom. He came back out a few moments later with a bottle of yellowish colored potion in it. He handed it to Harry who drank it down without any questions.

"S-so….last night, it…really happened?" Harry asked, knowing that his fears were correct and that last night had NOT been a nightmare. Draco nodded in confirmation, a pained and guilty look crossing his features.

"I…Draco…he….he said that he just wanted to talk to you about something." Harry whimpered, trying to justify to Draco just why he and Marcus had been walking together. Draco shook his head.

"Harry, what happened, it isn't your fault. . . .It's….mine."

Harry shook his head and opened his mouth to say something at the same time that Charlie woke up.

"Harry! You're awake….how…how do you feel?" Charlie asked as he sat up straight. Harry shrugged and leaned back against the pillows.

"I gave him a pain numbing potion, so he shouldn't feel any pain for a few hours." Draco said, "Now, I've got to go to the Ministry. They want me to come in for something, so I'll be back in a few hours."

Harry and Charlie nodded and watched Draco walk out of the room. Draco walked over to the fire place, took a handful of Floo Powder and flooed to the Ministry. Once there, he went to the Auror department where he met up with his cousin, Tonks. She then led him to the new Minister of Magic's office.

"I just want you to know that Flint is in the worst possible holding cell the Ministry can have without being charged with some sort of prison endangerment bullshit." Tonks said as she walked Draco down the corridors of the Ministry.

"Thanks, that…that means a lot to know someone cares enough to give Flint what he deserves, though he deserves far worse."

Tonks nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I thought so too. So…how is Harry doing?"

"I…I don't think the reality of what's happened has fully hit him yet. He thought it was just a nightmare when he woke up this morning. He's in a little pain, but that's to be expected. But damn Tonks, I don't know how he's going to react to this when it finally hits him.

"I know you probably weren't aware of it, but the whole time Harry was missing, he was Snape's sex slave or the equivalent to one at least. He was tortured by Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape, as well as raped. He was forced to witness Ron Weasley's murder and also put up with his decaying body for almost a month after his death. He almost didn't come back when I found him and brought him back to mine and Pansy's apartment."

"Gods…I…I didn't know any of that. You guys must've worked extra hard to keep all of that out of the press." Tonks said, anger lacing her words and entering her eyes. She desperately wished she could kill Snape and Malfoy over again.

"Yeah…and no, we didn't really work all that hard. Charlie Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Harry obviously, and me are the only ones that really knows what happened to Harry in that damned room." Draco said as they reached the "Minister's Hallway".

"Well, I'm sure you know where Minister Weasley's office is now. I have to go back and finish up some paper work." Tonks said as she turned and started walking in the other direction. "OH! And Draco, if you want to…pay Flint a "visit", just stop by before you leave and I'll be happy to oblige your wish."

With that said and a brief wink and smile, Tonks disappeared around the corner, leaving Draco alone in front of the Minister of Magic's office. He took the last remaining steps and knocked on the office door.

"Come in Mr. Malfoy," the Minister of Magic, George Weasley, said as he opened the door for Draco. Draco nodded and entered the office that was, not surprisingly, filled with all sorts of things from Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes.

"Tell me, George if that's okay, why on earth DID you leave the joke business?" Draco asked in amusement as he watched one of George's trinkets fly around his head. George laughed and shook his head, shooing away the joke shop proto-type.

"I decided that I needed to help Fred bring in even more money, so I figured becoming a Ministry working would do it. I hadn't expected that I'd like the job…or become Minister. But I do still work at the shop on the weekends." George said in a light voice. He sounded happy and it was common knowledge in the public that George was seeing someone, who no one knew though.

"Well, that's good. Glad to know that some of Harry's closest friends can find happiness." Draco said as he took the seat in front of George's desk.

"Yeah, thanks. About Harry, how is he?"

"He…he's in a little pain right now, but I doubt that what happened as completely hit him." Draco responded. George nodded in understanding. "So tell me, is there any reason why YOU needed to speak with me about what happened…Shouldn't that be left to the head of the Auror department?"

"I took interest in this because Harry is like a little brother to me…..So, tell me now. Tell me everything that happened, everything you know…"

Pansy knocked on the door to the bedroom around noon with a tray filled with fruits. After a muffled 'come in!' she opened the door and smiled at a sleeping Harry.

"Hello Charlie, I brought you two some lunch." Pansy whispered as she sat the tray down on the side table. Charlie stood up from Draco's cot where he'd been sitting.

"Thanks Pansy I was getting rather hungry."

Pansy looked at the leather tomb that held the information to the Dragon Statue in the living room.

"I see you know the truth."

Charlie nodded sadly. "Yeah, I do. I…I knew I could never be truly lucky enough to hold Harry's heart completely, but oh well. I trust Draco to take care of him. That is, if Draco has the balls enough to admit it to Harry AND himself."

"Yeah, this is true. But, Draco has admitted to himself that he's in love with Harry." Pansy whispered, laughing quietly. Charlie nodded and picked up an orange.

"That's good, now he needs to tell Harry."

"He won't, not so long as he thinks that Harry's in love with you." Pansy said softly. Charlie winced and nodded.

"Damn…I suppose I should do something about that…" Charlie said. Pansy nodded in agreement.

"Well, I need to take care of something. Just set the tray down on the coffee table when you're done." Pansy said as she walked out of the room. Charlie nodded and began to eat the rest of the food that was his, watching Harry sleep.

"This way, Mister Malfoy," a Ministry worker called as he led Draco down to the interrogation cell Flint was being held in. Draco nodded and followed silently, letting the worker ramble on about the "Great Harry Potter". Draco smiled to himself as he thought about how much Harry hated his fame. Draco walked into the short worker when he came to an abrupt halt.

"Oh dear…Master Flint, I thought Ms. Tonks told you to wait in the other room," the worker said to Flint's father. Draco stiffened when his eyes trained on him.

"Master Malfoy," Rajas Flint drawled coldly. Draco's left eye twitched slightly as he called on his pureblood lessons that he stopped using the instant he was disowned.

"I am not, nor will I ever be, a Master." Draco replied coldly, letting the old sneer come back. It felt foreign to him. "I am sure you were aware of this, as it was all over the Daily Prophet that Lucius Malfoy disowned me at the tender age of sixteen."

Rajas sneered in triumph. "Yes, I know. But you are still a pureblood wizard, Malfoy, so to me you are still Master of your family."

"Ah, so you ARE an idiot," Draco said, smiling cockily. Rajas growled incoherently and stalked up to Draco.

"Silly little boy, Marcus will be set free. And I hope you are smart enough to be on Marcus' side and not that fucking savior Harry fucking Potter." Rajas whispered harshly, spitting in Draco's face when he stressed words. Draco felt his face flush in anger and his mouth tighten. Draco lifted his right hand slowly and deliberately, wiping the spit off his face. He rose to his full height and sneered down his nose.

"Rajas, don't be so foolish as to think that I would favor a rapist over a rape victim. Besides, Harry fucking Potter is my friend. Your son, he is my enemy now. If I can, I WILL kill him. I suggest you watch yourself, too, because you piss me off. People who piss off Malfoys', whether or not they're considered one, tend to…disappear." Draco said threateningly. Rajas backed off at once, a flicker of fear crossing his eyes. Draco smiled in cold satisfaction and shoved him out of his way. He walked in through the opened door of Flint's holding cell without looking back at Rajas.

Flint looked up and relief crossed his features. Draco raised an eyebrow and slammed the door shut behind him.

"Flint," Draco said detachedly. He felt extremely satisfied when Flint's relief turned to hopelessness.

"Draco! Please, tell me you've come to help me out of this fucking mess!?" Flint pleaded desperately. Draco just stared at him, his expression colder than ever before.

"Why, my dear Flint, why on earth would I be here to help you? You raped Harry. I saw you rape him. I'm only here to wish you well in hell."

Marcus sat there for a few minutes, just staring at him. Suddenly, rage entered his eyes and marred his features. White hot waves of magic seemed to be rolling off of Flint, sending Draco's senses reeling. But Draco just stood there and took it. Flint didn't scare him, and neither did his rage.

When Flint realized this, he let his overflowing magic taper to nothing. He glared murderously at Draco, imagining so many ways in which to kill him. Draco stared back, coldly. After a few more minutes, Draco opened the door. He turned around, smiling savagely.

"Oh, and Flint, I can't wait to watch your execution…I can not wait." Draco whispered. With that said, he turned on his heel and strode out of the room, Flint's screams of fury echoing behind him. He kept walking until he reached the main entrance where he picked a fire place and flooed back home.

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading everyone. I appologize again for taking so long, still working through a writer's block here...but it's getting better! And, if anyone know's what Flint's father's name is...I wouldn't be opposed to learning it. Thanks again, please review!