Chapter 8 : Past, Present, Future
Warnings: Y'know, the usual, death, homosexuals, swearing, OCs, SLASH, murder, canon divergence, generally a lot of gayness.
Disclaimer: I (sadly) do not own PJO, HP or The Avengers.
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Reminder:
"Italics in speech marks" = singing
Italics = Thought communication or just thoughts (i.e telepathy, Death and Harry...etc) or texts
A/N: GUYS I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THAT MISHAP WITH THIS CHAPTER. *groans* I uploaded and then I realised I need to change some things and so I had to take it down again, sorry for that. Here's the chapter.
Previously:
Percy looked slightly wary. "And how long will I control her for?"
Death looked confused as if the question didn't make sense. The Conquerers of Entities will exist and control them as long as the entities that are bound to them exist.
Percy looked heavily into Harry's eyes, who's own held a huge amount of empathy. Demigods died. Even Gods faded. But it looked like they would be alive together for...forever.
Percy Jackson-
The mission to retrieve Captain America was a lot simpler than expected, what with Harry's Point Me spells and Percy's power of all things watery. Honestly, they didn't even really need the back up team as they could just teleport the Cap back to the base.
But obviously, that was not what had happened and the rest of the team were overwhelmed by their extraordinary, inhumanly fast finding and where all concentrated on preserving the super soldier in a coma-like state. Flying as quickly as possible back the Alaskan Base.
Percy and Harry however, being the childish, immature immortals in charge of the mission were delighting in playing with the legendary circular shield. Percy's initial plan had been 'let's just not tell anyone we found it' which had been a stupid plan and Harry pointed out that it didn't really matter as they were in charge of the mission and could tell the team to shove off if they tried to retrieve it.
Well realistically, it would be more like intimidate them until they conceded to let the two assassins handle it until they reached the base.
The two stood in the rear of the Jet, with Harry's privacy wards up it looked like they were just standing there, guarding the shield when in reality...well...they were...
"What do you think Harry?" Percy snapped his fingers and he was wearing a mock up of the suit that the Cap was wearing whilst holding the shield and looking seriously at Harry.
Harry tapped his lip. "Not quite patriotic enough. You have to look meaningfully into the distance."
Percy obliged, looking gravely out the window as miles of ice flew past.
Harry squinted. "Still something wrong-ah, you're not blond enough."
Percy eyed Harry's mischievous smirk warily. "Easily fixed." Harry shot a colour-changing charm at Percy's hair and it turned golden blond.
"What've you done!" Percy exclaimed as Harry conjured a mirror for him to inspect himself.
The jet touched down and the two infantile celestials where back to being stoic assassins, delivering the shield carefully and with maximum efficiency.
Where's Coulson? I can't wait to see his reaction to this.
*snigger* He'll either have an aneurysm or an orgasm.
They exchanged mental smirks as they recalled Phil Coulson's obsession with Captain America. He'd even showed Percy his trading cards.
Both of their Starkphones beeped suddenly.
REPORT IMMEDIATELY TO MY OFFICE AT HQ.
Percy grinned "Looks like Fury's just found out about the mission."
"See you there." Harry returned the grin.
Fury had steeled himself but obviously not enough because he was totally unprepared for both Percy and Harry to appear out of nowhere straight after he sent the text in full assassin regalia.
He had been furious and also terrified when he looked at the latest missions updates. Basilisk and Kraken. On one mission. Together. The two moodiest, angstiest and deadliest rivals in the assassin world meeting face to face on such an important mission.
Fury knew that their meeting was inevitable, they were going to cross paths soon enough but he had hoped to do it in a more controlled environment. Maybe ship them off on a Level 2 mission on an unmapped, uninhabited island until they co-operated without killing each other.
Their rivalry was legendary and Fury couldn't believe Deputy Director Bennett had assigned the mission without consulting him. Sure it made sense to have them on the mission and Bennett, who had been in charge of the entire Captain America project, no doubt sent them off as soon as he saw their updated files.
A wizard and a water mutant would be extremely helpful. So helpful they had reportedly found Cap in under 2 hours when the rest of S.H.I.E.L.D had been searching for over 50 years.
"You called?" Percy said as he literally landed on top of his desk in full assassin garb. Fury watched in resigned dismay as his neatly stacked paperwork was knocked onto the floor. "Hmm, I need to work on my aim, I was hoping to land on your lap."
Fury choked and there was a low chuckle from the back of the room which was currently obscured from Fury's vision as he had a desk full of Percy.
"Apparently someone's upset about us being on a mission together." said Harry and Fury finally came to his senses and shoved Percy off his desk so that he could see James-Harry lounging in one of the chairs opposite him.
"Can't think why." Percy said thoughtfully from the floor.
Fury rubbed his brow tiredly as he came to the realisation that instead of trying to kill each other, the two had most likely made it their life goal to kill him and generally wreck havoc and chaos on S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Look I don't even care just give me the mission report and get out of this state." he sighed as he watched Percy quite contentedly roll around on the floor, wallowing the the now-disorganised-thanks-to-Percy paperwork. What had happened to his angsty, silent assassins? Okay, Percy had always been like this, but the astrophysicist doctor used to speak as little as he could get away with.
Percy was not a good influence on the quiet doctor.
Harry smiled compliantly and summoned a blank piece of paper, magically filling it with the mission report with a wave of his hand.
Fury stared in amazement. "Can I change your job description so that you're my secretary?" He was only half joking.
Harry jokingly-contemplated it, tapping a finger to his lips consideringly.
"I'll pay you four times the amount you're payed right now."
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Four tim-?"
"You can't take my Harry." Percy said very seriously from where he sat in the mess he had made on the floor. Jesus, how old was he? Actually, that was a very good question, he wasn't exactly sure of either of their real ages. Both of them looked around 27, but Fury knew that wasn't true because they had both joined S.H.I.E.L.D decades ago.
"Alright." Fury felt like he was dealing with a child.
"Do you pinky promis-?"
"OKAY! That's it I retract the offer and now get out of my sight."
There was a silence and Fury's will to live started to crumble as he watched the two amused men in front of him make no move to leave the room.
"I think I'll pass...and Nick, don't take this the wrong way or anything," Percy started to say sincerely and Fury knew that he didn't want to hear the end of the sentence.
"Please don-"
"I think you need to get laid." Percy said with a concerned nod as Harry struggled to keep a straight face.
Percy yelped as he rolled out of the way of the hefty hole puncher that was thrown his way and scarpered out the room with Fury yelling at him. "ACTUALLY YOU CAN LEAVE THE ENTIRE CONTINENT WHILST YOU'RE AT IT!"
Harry snickered but as usual was the better person and with a wave of his hand he ordered the paperwork back onto the desk before disapparating.
As Fury sat back down at his desk, the voice of one Deputy Director Bennett crackled over the speakers. "That was the funniest thing I've ever seen."
"I hate you all." muttered Fury furiously as he started to violently fill in a form.
Harry Potter-
And that was how Percy and Harry ended up on their way to England.
Harry smiled nervously as he reread the briefing papers once more. It was all bullshit, it was barely even a mission. Fury wanted to get rid of him and Percy and also he wanted to strengthen the alliance with the British Wizarding World. Way to kill two birds with one stone.
His hands were clammy and he wiped them nervously on his suit trousers. Harry had opted not to wear robes - he had always hated them - and so was wearing his tailored suit that he had for formal occasions.
"Hey, are you alright?" A hand came to rest on his shoulder and Percy's brows were furrowed as he looked down at him.
Harry's throat felt dry as he swallowed, "Yeah..." his voice was quiet "It's just...been a long time."
Percy frowned, unsure and then resolutely pulled Harry to his feet, embracing him in a tight hug. Harry stiffened at first but relaxed as Percy's soothing aura washed over his own agitated one. He pressed his face against Percy's shoulder, trying to take some calming breaths.
What if they hated him? For killing everyone? No, Teddy said that wouldn't be public knowledge. But they would surely dislike him...? For being the only survivor. For being a bitter reminder of what they had lost?
But it had been over 30 years ago.
But memories like that don't just fade. Harry knew that all too well.
Teddy had mentioned that the Malfoys were still alive. They no doubt still hated him anyway.
Percy held Harry close as their bond grew more an more distressed. Harry didn't want to talk about it, that much was clear. But Percy was starting to feel like a rather inadequate boyfriend as the bond started to reflect self loathing.
(A/N: There is some fluffy slash right here and it will probably never be more detailed than this)
Percy pulled back and reached up so that he gently cupped Harry's face in his large, warm hands. He leaned forwards so that their foreheads pressed together and so he was gazing tenderly into Harry's panicked eyes.
"It'll be okay. You are so strong."
Percy leaned ever closer, gently bringing their lips together in their first kiss. It was entirely chaste but Harry's eyes fluttered closed. He had never really had much experience with kissing, apart from the few he had shared with Ginny before-...and that wet one with Cho. None of them had been anything like this.
Slow, sweet and soft. So tender and caring, like Harry was the only thing that mattered. The only thing in Percy's universe. Percy pulled back with a smile.
"We'll be fine."
Harry felt a warmth spread through him. 'We'. Him and Percy. He was no longer alone. He would never be lonely again.
Percy did look rather dashing in his own Armani suit Harry mentally admitted as they landed in England. He tried to focus on that as they left the jet. His Starkphone beeped and he was jarred out of his panic.
Oh by the way, they aren't expecting you.
Wow thanks Fury. Really helping with the panic thing. Warm fingers grasped his own and pried the Starkphone free from his white fingered grasp. Percy interlaced his fingers with Harry's as he read the text.
"What a bitch." Percy muttered, his mind racing, wondering how to send the magic wielders a warning."We could like send a text to the correspondent? Or a memo? Or-"
"Pointless, wizards are useless with technology. Or at least they were. It may have changed but there is an easier way." Harry replied, taking back his Starkphone.
Percy raised an eyebrow and Harry's wry grin.
"Ready for some magic?" Harry flicked his arm and a...stick appeared in his hand.
Percy's eyebrows shot up and he sniggered slightly. "A magic wand? Really?"
"Just wait until you see the broomsticks and the pointy hats and the cauldrons." Harry replied seriously and he tried to find the correct words to say.
"You're shitting me."
"I'm not how shhhh." Harry readied his wand and took a deep breath, glancing at their still connected hands as he whispered, "Expecto Patronum."
A burst of silver and Prongs leapt forwards, shining brightly as he cantered around and butted into Percy's outstretched eyes were wide as the took in the sight and he breathed out reverently, "It's so beautiful."
Harry let the warmth he felt inside him stretch into a smile on his face as Percy stroked Prongs' majestic head tentatively.
He steadied himself and then addressed the glowing stag, saying the words he wanted him to deliver to Teddy. "I'm sorry that this is so late, I should have done this a lot sooner and I'm sorry that this is the only warning you get, but Fury forgot to mention that he had not warned you. Commander Jackson and I, Harry Potter, are here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D to finalise the American Wizard-Muggle treaties. I should have done this a long time ago, I am sorry Teddy. See you soon."
Percy watched, rather befuddled as Harry spoke to the glowing magic thing like it was his child or something.
"Go to Theodore Lupin, Prongs."
The stag nodded and then shot off down the street.
The Ministry of Magic was in chaos. When a glowing silvery form streaked down the MoM corridors, no took any notice, sending a patronus was nothing new. But then someone pointed out it was a stag.
The stag.
Only a few days ago, when Teddy had come back from his visit to America in a daze, their small magical community was worried until he announced what he had found.
His godfather was alive.
Harry Potter was alive.
At first many refused to believe it but what reason would the young Minister have to lie? They all lived in London and there were so few of them left that it had taken so long to rebuild the society, as small as it was.
The Malfoys had taken in all the orphans of war, turning their previous Dark Lord headquarters into something much better, a home. They had inherited nearly all of the pureblood accounts in Gringotts due to the fact the families were all intermarried. They put this money to good use, realising that blood was irrelevant when the magicals in Britain were on the verge of extinction.
Teddy had been one of the youngest in the community, only one year old when the Malfoys had taken him in. But he had grown strong, fought his way to the top inspired by the legendary story of his godfather and his fight for freedom.
The Ministry was so small and well hidden that until they had contacted the American Magical community for an alliance, the other wizarding countries in the world had thought they had all been wiped out from their civil war.
To know that Harry Potter, the idol, the inspiration of this megre generation of magicals, was still alive was...indescribable.
They had been in shock.
Teddy said that he wasn't allowed to share the details of Harry's survival, but he hadn't bound him to secrecy by a magical oath - Harry trusted him.
Harry Potter trusted him.
Harry potter's life was the stuff of legends - the tales that Lord Malfoy told to the orphans before they were sent to bed. They were so fantastical and unreal that many thought they must have been made up.
But he was here. He was coming back and the legendary stag patronus raced down the corridor to the Minister's office.
Teddy had been walking out the room when a light so pure, and so bright stopped him in his tracks.
The crowd that had been gathering in the corridor were amazed when the majestic stag stood in front of Teddy and seemingly smiled before bowing low in respect.
It opened its mouth and out drifted the voice of their long lost saviour.
"I'm sorry that this is so late, I should have done this a lot sooner and I'm sorry that this is the only warning you get, but Fury forgot to mention that he had not warned you. Commander Jackson and I, Harry Potter, are here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D to finalise the American Wizard-Muggle treaties. I should have done this a long time ago, I am sorry Teddy. See you soon."
Many wizards did not understand the message but the meaning was clear enough, Harry Potter would be arriving here very soon.
Percy Jackson-
Percy was unsure what to expect of these magicals. From what Harry had described, they seemed very backwards in their ways, refusing to keep up with the non-magical world - or 'muggle'.
In addition, Harry's nerves were starting to affects Percy's own. Percy had told himself that he would be calm for Harry, steady him when he became emotionally unstable - which he no doubt would. But honestly? From all Harry's pacing and monologues, he was starting to get anxious.
"You know that no matter what happened in your old life, no matter what state this world - your old world - I hope- I hope you know that I will not leave you. You will always have a life with me, in America or wherever, no matter what is revealed on this mission."
Harry's head snapped up from where he had been glaring at the floor, running his hand nervously through his hair. Large emerald eyes were turned on Percy. He looked so shocked, confused even that someone he was saying this.
Percy's heart throbbed as he realised how alone Harry was in the world, much like him, he had had no one to lean on for decades - almost 30 years. He had been unstable, had no pillar of support for...too long. For Percy to iterate that he would not leave, he would not abandon him, no matter what happened in his life...was crazy.
Unthinkable.
Percy pulled Harry close to him. His arms tightened as the mop of, long messy black hair burrowed into his broad chest. He surrounded him with his strong, protective aura.
They stood like that for a moment that could have lasted for a second or a century. Then Harry took a step back, taking a deep breath.
"Okay, I'm okay. Let's do this." Percy watched Harry's decisive nod carefully, after deciding that he was telling the truth, he picked up the papers on the desk next to them in a plastic sheath.
"So how do we get there?" Percy asked, suddenly feeling rather more nervous but relieved at the same time as Harry's mouth stretched into a mischievous smile.
"Let me hold you." Percy's was becoming increasingly suspicious and confused as Harry and stood behind him, but not touching sans the strong grip that he had on Percy's arms, just above the elbow.
"They said that the Ministry was now based at what used to be the Leaky Cauldron. I wonder if I'm still keyed into the wards." Harry mused, not making any sense to Percy.
"Wait, what's happening-ohhhmyGo-"Percy gave up trying to speak as he was sucked into something very uncomfortable, like he was be squeezed entirely too hard. His innards felt like they were going to burst and he couldn't breathe and wow this was really uncomfortable and screw those fucking wizards. The only thing keeping him 'grounded' (for he had no idea where the ground had gone) was the feel of Harry's hands, firmly clasped on his arms as he was sucked through this weird fucking vortex.
When his feet finally hit solid ground again he almost keeled over, instead he slumped backwards into Harry and moaned. "Uh you little bitch next time give me some fucking warning you fucking piece of-mmhhph" Harry had immediately slapped his hand across his mouth as curses tumbled forth.
Some young looking man with brown hair and a suit and a...cape(?) - no, robes, that's what Harry had said - was staring at them in surprise and a small amount of amusement. He gave a smirk and raised his eyebrow rather deliberately but Percy was too out of it too notice Harry flushing red behind him.
Harry cheek's darkened even more when Percy's instant reaction was to lick the fingers covering his mouth.
What the fucking Tartarus was that you little shit?
Shhh that's my godson you can't say things like that.
Your godson? Percy pulled away from Harry, suddenly more lucid than he had been a second before. He frowned How old are you?
There was a pause in their mental connection and Harry's godson took their uncomfortable staring competition as his queue to talk. "Um hi Harry? I guess this is Commander Jackson?" At his nod of confirmation, he smiled. "Nice to meet you, I'm Minister Theodore Lupin, please follow me to my office."
They walked out of the empty room and Harry looked conflicted as he stared at the large room that looked like it used to be a pub. The receptionist at the 'bar' gasped as the Minister and two large, black haired men in tight fitting muggle suits walked into the reception area.
Harry wore a nostalgic smile as he looked at the large, modern, floor to ceiling windows that looked out onto the street. "This place has changed a lot. A lot cleaner now, more light."
Percy looked around, it looked similar to almost every company reception are he had ever been to. Large brightly coloured, modern chairs clustered around small tables with large, exotic flower arrangements. The receptionist even had a computer in front of her. There was no sign of the outdated wizards Harry told him about.
"Could be any office's reception, you wouldn't know that this is a magical place." Percy remarked.
"Yes, we had some great muggle architects redesign the place because we needed to reinvent the British Wizarding community. We are much more focused on working with muggles now and combining our skills. Most children, including all of those in the Malfoy orphanage attend muggle schools until they are 18 and are educated in magical skills at the orphanage in their free time. Upon reaching 18 they can pursue a career in either the muggle or the magical world." Teddy explained as they walked up to the receptionist who looked slightly less likely to have a heart attack.
"Two tags please." He said to the lady.
"Of course sir, may I please confirm your identity first." She asked in a small voice, staring at the two dark haired men, behind him.
"Certainly." He nodded in permission and she shot a white spell at him and he glowed white.
She nodded and reached under the desk, tapping a small pot with her wand and retrieving two gold coloured lumps of metal. "Have a good day minister."
"You too Sally," He turned back to Harry and Percy, waving his own wand to that they transfigured into badges that said 'VISITOR: HARRY POTTER' and 'VISITOR: COMMANDER JACKSON' and handed them to the men respectively.
"As you can see," Teddy continued as he walked to the door leading out of the foyer into the main building "We've tightened security hugely, both to solidify the separation between the uninformed muggles and to avoid as many spies as possible. Each employee is given a tag made of a unique metal alloy with their name on," he held up his own that read 'MINISTER OF MAGIC: THEODORE LUPIN' "Which is recognised and detected by this scanner."
He held his tag up to the scanner next to the door and it bleeped. The door opened and he walked through. Percy made a move to follow him through but he got stuck as he walked into a wall of very powerful magic (that he really should have noticed) and an alarm started to go off.
Teddy smiled and said "Step back Commander Jackson, the wards do not let you through because you haven't scanned your badge."
Percy slowly looked down at the badge pinned to his chest. He then looked at the waist-high scanner. He sighed.
Well this is just great. How?
Um...take it off? ^_^ Harry raised an eyebrow as he unpinned his own badge from his chest.
Effort.
Well then...There was a rather deliberate pause and Percy looked suspiciously back at Harry.
Bend over ;)
...also HOW ARE YOU DOING THAT?
Shhh.
Percy rolled his eyes and bent his knees and lowered his body so that his badge was level with the scanner. It emitted the same beep as before and Percy was allowed access through the door.
Harry scanned his and likewise was allowed through the door. As he fell into step with Teddy, he mused out loud. "It seems like a rather complicated process, I'm not sure I exactly understand it entirely. Can you explain the tags further? Seems like anyone can pick one up."
Teddy flushed. "After being to the S.H.I.E.L.D HQ, I've seen that we have a lot to learn but it's work in progress. We've only just discovered how to integrate magic and technology so please bear with us. We've had to mix it in with the old ministry system because at the moment, it would be a disaster to completely remodel and redesign everything as we are in the middle of building international relations. The box of tags is keyed only to the receptionists' magical signatures and so only they can retrieve them. Of course they are only visitor tags which run out after a certain amount of time anyway. Employee tags are permanent and can only be activated by the employee in question's magical core. Every door into the ministry has a scanner and there is no way of entering without scanning a tag."
Harry nodded consideringly as they walked down the hallway leading to the lift. "This mix of magic and technology must be very effective in keeping out muggles and ignorant wizards. The technology baffles the wizards, and the magic likewise with the muggles."
Teddy nodded. "Yes, we are planning on keeping the two integrated when we remodel as the mixture seems very effective."
"Of course…" Percy murmured, drawing their attention to him as he strolled leisurely behind the two, inspecting the building and examining the magical wards with his own aura. "That doesn't do much to stop the knowledgeable wizards...or any spies within the ministry itself."
Teddy raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement. "As can be said about any government Commander Jackson."
Percy chuckled. "Call me Percy, that title is meaningless."
"No it's not."
"Shhh."
The trio had reached reached the minister's office and Teddy had just pushed open the door to reveal the sleek design of the minister's office. The large black swivel chair that was behind the desk was facing the wall, away from them. Teddy frowned, what was- oh.
"Imagine my surprise when someone screamed down my floo that the legendary Harry Potter was still alive." A low voice came from said chair.
Percy was very confused (but that was a given as that was usually his natural state) but Harry's eyes had widened and his normally impassive face looked stricken. He looked somewhat nervous and agitated and there was a strange sort of...vulnerability to his expression that Percy really didn't like. Who was this mysterious man in the chair? Harry's magic was also going crazy and Percy wrapped his aura comfortingly around him in an attempt to sooth him.
The chair swung round to reveal a middle aged, white haired man in peculiar green robes.
"Malfoy." The name fell from Harry's lips unbidden but lacked any previous bitterness that it once held.
"Potter." It was only a hoarse whisper and it sounded...broken.
Percy's ever present confusion had not lessened.
After a heartfelt reunion with hugs and emotional conversation and after the treaty signing and finalising following that, Harry and Percy were on the way back to the USA. And Percy was still rather confused.
He had not wanted to disrupt or ruin the obviously emotional and amazing thing that was happening with his useless and usually idiotic comments and so had stayed silent. Harry was now in a sort of daze and Percy's confusion finally broke through his walls as their plane took off.
"Who was he? Should I know him? Are you okay?" Percy tried to keep his voice level and was hyper aware of the fact that he had had to crush down a strange tightening feeling in his gut when Harry hugged the blond man. What the Hades was wrong with him? This was one of Harry's only living childhood friends, there was no valid reason why he should feel like this. He needed to stop. Jealousy was not a becoming trait. Oh shit what if he was like a really possessive boyfriend? He swore that he saw something like that about abusive relationships. Shit! Was he abusive? Oh f-
Calm. A strange rumbling voice that seemed to emanate from Percy's very core interrupted his thoughts. Percy was instantly at ease, breathing out the breath he had been holding for...too long. It was warm and soothing and somehow sounded huge and vast. Percy had no idea what or whom it was, but it seemed uncomprehendingly powerful. It wasn't Harry and it definitely wasn't Death's raspy voice. Either way, he had calmed and refocused on the words leaving Harry's mouth.
"...but it's strange you know, of course people can change but I'd never thought I'd live to see the day that Malfoy changed. And it was so strange going back there, it was like revisiting the past."
There was a pause and Harry sighed as he leaned back against his chair.
"You said it had changed a lot though." Percy commented, his voice steady.
"Yeah, there was that too. Technology and magic. My past and my present." He closed his eyes disbelievingly as he was still trying to take it all in. "I never even tried to comprehend what would happen if the two mixed." He opened them and stared at Percy with his sparkling emerald eyes. "And yet here we are."
Percy felt a smile tug on his lips as he looked at Harry's smiling face. "And yet here we are." He agreed as a huge grin overtook the twitching of his lips. "Now let's see where the future will take us."
A/N: Yeah yeah yeah, I know that I said last time that they'd be introduced to the Avengers Initiative and the Tesseract, but this seemed like a better stopping place. So that'll be next chapter! I'm pretty sure y'all know who that voice talking to Percy was...oui ou non?
If you are in need of a clarification, please feel free to leave a review...they're always welcome! (providing that there are no flames)
Next chapter: Percy and Harry are introduced to the idea of the Avengers Initiative and decide it would be a great idea to go on a 'hulk' hunt.
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Omake:
Draco stared at the man he had been left in the room with. The taller 'Commander Jacks' person had left with Teddy to fill out some paperwork thing to leave them to 'catch up'.
It had been decades since Draco had seen Harry Potter. He looked so young? That wasn't fair, Draco was like, nearly 50 now, how did he look only a few years over 20?
He was much more muscular compared to the thin, bony boy Draco had once known. He stared back at Draco searchingly, his green eyes held the same weight and responsibility that Draco remembered. But they were saturated with a calm and confident aura that the Harry he had known had never had.
There was so much Draco needed to talk to him about. He needed to apologise, he needed to discuss, he needed to cry.
Draco tried to select his first proper sentence carefully and the possibilities whizzed passed him. And what slipped out was. "You're gay?"
"...Fuck you too Malfoy."
"No thanks, I'm straight."
"How did you even know?"
"Teddy."
"What? How did Teddy know?"
"Who knows? He's the minister now, he probably knows all of our secrets. Even yours."
"Seriously Malfoy-"
"I'm not saying it's a bad thing! He's not a bad catch really. Quite a looker actually. Those suits you wear are rather form fitting y'know-"
"Are you sure you're straight?"
"...Fuck you Potter."
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