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Trade Mistakes: Chapter 9

Harry sighed heavily, rubbing a tired hand over his swollen stomach. Blaise flicked his eyes up to the Boy-Who-Lived and then went back to his NEWT study guide. Another few moments passed and Harry sighed again, shifting in his chair.

"Problem, Potter?" Blaise asked, slightly annoyed. Harry began tapping his quill off the desk, rubbing his bump more as he began to talk.

"They expect me to take my NEWT's," he said calmly, and Blaise cocked an eyebrow in question. Harry's voice grew louder and Blaise could already feel the mood swing kicking into effect. "They expect me to take my NEWT's, Blaise, but they won't let me attend half of my classes."

The pregnant teen slowly raised to his feet, throwing his quill down to rest his hand on his back. He began pacing back and forth, sighing heavily as he went.

"I can't go to Transfiguration just in case I accidently change myself into something. I can't go to Defense because I might get hurt during practice. I can't go to Charms because something bad might happen. Snape won't even let me stand in the doorway of the Potions lab for fear of what the fumes might do to my unborn child. And yet, they still expect me to sit my NEWT's!" Blaise sucked in a quick gasp of breath when Harry shouted the last sentence. The teen took a deep breath before continuing his talk. "I can't even get through the potions text, let alone brew these potions and I'm going to have to to pass these stupid tests. Dumbledore is making me leave school this weekend to live in Siri's house until I have this kid and yet he thinks I honestly care about sitting my NEWT's."

With an exhausted huff, Harry dropped carefully back down into his chair and quietly called for Dobby. The house elf appeared, bowing deeply so his large ears swept the floor.

"Is Mister Harry Potter be needing something, sir?" He asked, wringing his hands.

"Uh, yeah, Dobby," Harry said, smiling at the house elf. "Can you bring me lasagna and some sweet pickles. Oh! And pineapple ice cream!" Blaise wrinkled his nose in disgust.

"Can I please remind you last time you had sweet pickles you ended up throwing up for the better part of a half an hour?" The Slytherin said, not looking up from his Defense text.

"Well they sound really, really good now," Harry said, crossing his arms in defiance.

"Dobby be bringing that right away, Mr. Harry Potter, sir!" The elf chimed, disappearing with a pop. Less than five minutes later he returned with a plate loaded high with meaty lasagna and pickles and a large bowl of ice cream. Harry beamed, thanking Dobby as he dug into his food. Blaise snorted again.

"And this is why you can't fit into your pants," he mumbled, flinching as Harry chucked a book at his head.

"There is a child growing in my stomach, thank you very much. I believe that is a very good reason to not be able to fit into my pants." Blaise grinned slightly, shaking his head as Harry continued to eat.

Harry sat on his bed with his head leaned back against the wall. Hermione Stood in the middle of the room, flicking her wand to pack Harry's trunk. Ron sat at the foot Harry's bed, rubbing his leg slightly.

"I don't wanna go," Harry mumbled quietly, rolling over into a tight ball. Ron and Hermione exchanged a look before Hermione continued packing for Harry. Ron sighed, turning to his best friend.

"Look at it this way, Mate. It's already hit the Prophet that you're pregnant. And now You-Know-Who knows." Harry flinched, not wanting to think of the vision he had seen a few days before. "Hogwart is going to be the first place he looks for you. Moving you will only keep you and that kid safe. We all know Draco would kill You-Know-Who himself if he found out that something happened to that baby."

"He doesn't even know about the baby," Harry mumbled again, growing more miserable as the conversation went on.

"Which is why you have to stay safe so that way, the first thing you tell him when Snape finds him is that he's going to be a daddy. Even if he's a git, I'm sure he'll be excited."

Harry sighed, nodding his head as he sat up. He was nearing the end of his fifth month of pregnancy and he was irritable all the time. His back hurt and his legs were swollen and he had had to get all knew clothes. He knew that moving to Sirius' old house was for the best but he had no desire to leave his friends.

"We'll come visit you as much as Dumbledore will let us," Hermione whispered, patting his shoulder. She took his elbow and helped him off the bed. Harry sighed, shuffling towards the bathroom. As the baby grew bigger, it weighed more on Harry's bladder, forcing him to have to use the bathroom more times in a day than he was used too. Hermione laughed quietly as he walked away, knowing how uncomfortable he was.

When Harry entered the room again, Hermione stopped him before he sat back down. She led him out of the room, Ron and his trunk trailing behind them. She carried Harry's duffle bag as she led the way to the Headmaster's office. Inside stood Albus, Snape, and Lupin.

"Harry," Remus said with a smile, pulling the pregnant teen in for a close hug. Harry squeezed back, annoyed that his stomach was in the way of a good hug. "It's great to see you. Are you ready to go?"

"I guess," Harry said, looking down. Remus gave him a small smile, stepping back so the others in the room could talk to the boy.

"Harry, Remus and Severus will be in charge of your schooling. Severus here will travel to Grimland Place to help teach you. You'll be focusing on your NEWT's study guide." Albus explained with a smile. Harry sighed but nodded, subconsciously rubbing a hand over the baby.

"I'll also be helping Poppy keep an eye on you and your child, Potter," Snape said, not even trying to sound tough. Harry grinned, nodding his head. He turned, hugging Hermione and Ron as tight as he could.

"I'm going to miss you guys so much," he whispered, and Hermione and Ron assured him that they would miss him too. "Headmaster?" Harry asked, swallowing thickly as Dumbledore nodded. "Will you still keep me updated on your search for Draco while I'm at the Place?"

"Of course my boy. I assure you we are working our hardest to find him. I will let you know as soon as we find something." Harry nodded his head and bit his lip as Lupin led the way to the Floo. The older man went through first, hoping to catch Harry on the other side. Harry's trunk was sent through and Hermione promised to send Hedwig soon. Finally, with on last deep breath, Harry stepped through the Floo.

One inside the Place, Remus hugged Harry again. "How you feeling, pup?"

"Exhausted," Harry admitted, smiling sheepishly. Lupin laughed, patting Harry on the back.

"Go take a nap. I heard you're on a lasagna kick. How about I make you some for dinner."

"Did you get pineapple ice cream?" Harry asked, his eyes wide.

"Of course I did. Now go take a nap." Remus said, swatting Harry towards the stairs.

Ryan Morris through a paranoid glance over his shoulder as he slowly crossed through the wards of Hogwarts. He didn't had polyjuice potion this time and he knew he had to move quick. Rather than his Death Eater robes, Morris was currently sporting his old Slytherin robes. He hoped he still looked young enough to pass as a student.

With slightly shaky hands, Morris pulled the heavy doors open and slid into the school. His latest task was to kill the Headmaster, and Morris had to admit that he had no idea how to even get to the Headmaster's office, let alone go about killing him. He took a shaky breath before moving to the middle stair case.

After some trial and error, Morris finally found the right hallway and ended up in front of Dumbledore's office. The Death Eater blasted the gargoyle away, flinching at the sound. He stepped onto the moving staircase, trying to calm himself down. He paused a moment outside the door to Dumbledore's office before blasting the door open. He never expected to see the Auror's there waiting for him.

Kingsley stunned him and Tonks moved quickly, fastening him to a chair. Dumbledore sat behind his desk, his fingers steepled together. He watched with bored eyes as Snape swept into the room and forced Morris' head back and dripping Veritaserum onto the boys tongue. Morris struggled for a moment and then he stilled, looking forward with dead eyes.

"Who sent you?" Dumbledore asked simply, already knowing the answer.

"The Dark Lord," Morris rasped back, struggling to free himself.

"Did you kill Horace Slughorn?"

"Yes! My Lord asked it to be done!" Morris exclaimed and Kingsley who was recording the interaction nodded.

"Do you know where Draco Malfoy is being kept?" Dumbledore asked, leaning forward.

"Yes." Morris said after a few moments of hesitation.

"Where is Draco Malfoy?"

Morris whimpered, fighting against the potion. "In his father's dungeon. Tap the seventh brick from the right, tenth from the floor. He's…He's in a cell in the back."

Dumbledore nodded, turning to those in the room. Kingsley moved quick, calling for more Auror's. Three were in charge of escorting Morris to Azkaban for more questioning. The rest took off for Malfoy Manor.

"Tonks," Albus called, and the girl turned around, her hair now white blonde. "Please alert me as soon as you find Draco. I do not want to tell Harry until I know what kind of shape Draco is in."

"Of…Of course," Tonks answered, her voice cracking slightly. She followed her colleagues out of the office, terrified of what she would see.

Draco coughed weakly, not even trying to get loose anymore. His body held many broken bones and cuts that were now infected. His father had began experimenting with Vipertooth venom and his skin was covered in splattered welts. One ran dangerously close to his right eye and the entire area was swollen. His joints were also swollen and his body twitched from the pain and remains of curses.

Draco began to shift but whimpered, forgetting about the pain that radiated from his back side. Lucius had taken to raping him once every other day and Draco was too weak to even try to fight him off anymore. He wasn't sure when the last time he had ate was and he was sure that the end was coming soon.

The broken boy whimpered when he heard the brick wall start to fall away. He clenched his eyes shut, whispering 'no no no no' over and over again. He was sure his father was going to kill him tonight. His one good eye flew open, however when a female voice yelled out.

"Kingsley! He's in here!" Draco's cell door was thrown open and three Auror's rushed into the room. The two men moved to untie Draco and the woman stood near his head. She gently pushed his hair out of his face, gasping when a big chunk of it fell out in her hand.

Draco screamed as he was gently moved to a stretcher. He could hear the rats squealing and his body throbbed in pain. He took deep breathes, his eyes filled with tears. His right eye was so swollen that he couldn't open his eye lid but as he looked through one eye he could see that the woman standing above him was his cousin.

"You're okay, Draco," Tonks whispered, her eyes filled with tears. She took his shaking hand and squeezed it tight. "You're going to be okay. He's never going to hurt you again."

Draco let out a loud sob, causing his body to throb in pain again. He tried to squeeze Tonks' hand tighter but couldn't. He swallowed a few times, his throat raw. "'Ar?" He whispered, swallowing again. "'Arry?"

"Harry's just fine, Draco. Let's worry about you, okay, Dear?" Tonks whispered, rubbing more of Draco's hair out of his face.

"Tonks," Kingsley said in a tight voice, giving the younger Auror a pointed look. She nodded and sighed. She pulled out her wand, laying a shaking hand on Draco's shoulder.

"Just relax, cousin," she whispered. "Stupefy."

As Kingsley and Watts transferred Draco to St. Mungo's, Tonks returned to Hogwarts. She sat in front of Dumbledore with shaky hands.

"He's safe," she whispered, looking up with wet eyes. Her eyes, which were normally brown, now took on an ice blue color much like Draco's. "He's safe, but he's in really bad shape, Albus. It's going to take a long time for him to recover. Kingsley has escorted him to St. Mungo's. You might want to look in on him before you alert Harry. I know he's pregnant and this might upset him."

Albus sighed, suddenly looking as old as he was. "Thank you, Nymphadora. I cannot thank you enough." The Headmaster rose, flooing to St. Mungo's to check on the latest boy he had let down.

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