Title: Truth behind the name and the lies pt.4
Pairing: DracoxHarry, OliverxPercy, twincest, growing RemusxSeverus,
Fandom : HP
Notes: An abused boy finds out he's a wizard and a hero; his tormented mind rebels. One person sees through the misconceptions to the real Harry and treats him the way he deserves. How does this change them both and those around them
Pairings: DracoxHarry, twincest, OliverxPercy, RemusxSeverus, BlaisexCharlie, future BillxFleur, Stalker Ginny! implied Seamus and Colin *hides* new pairing coming in in chapter 17?
Chapter 2- Morning of the Quidditch World Cup
Dobby had packed their clothes for the World Cup and taken them over to store in the Tent.
Hermione had arrived the day before and Blaisé as usual had spent the summer.
Harry felt as though he had barely laid down with Draco in their room when he was being shaken awake by Remus.
"Time to go, Harry pup," he whispered, reaching to shake Draco.
Harry felt around for his glasses, put them on, and sat up. It was still dark outside. Draco muttered unintelligibly as Remus roused him. Outside Harry's open door he saw a large, disheveled shape emerging from down the hall.
"'S' time already?" Blaisé asked groggily.
Harry and Draco dressed in silence, too sleepy to talk, then, yawning and stretching, the three boys headed downstairs into the kitchen.
Severus was sitting at the table, checking a sheaf of large parchment tickets. He looked up as the boys entered and spread his arms so that they could see his clothes more clearly. He was wearing what appeared to be a long-sleeved t-shirt and a very old pair of slacks, a bit baggy bit still managing to stay up.
Hermione was looking rather exhausted as she seemed to be trying hard not to fall asleep in her tea.
"What d'you think?" Severus asked anxiously. "We're supposed to go incognito - do I look like a Muggle, Harry?"
"Yeah," said Harry, smiling, "very good."
Remus grinned, "I helped. After all I did grow up around Muggles."
"What is the plan?" Draco asked with a yawn.
"We're flooing to the Manor, then we're Portkeying with Lucius to the campsite."
Harry snuggled up to Draco, "What about Percy and Oliver? Or Fred and George?"
"They'll meet us there. Their campsites are on either side of ours. I think Percy is staying with Oliver but there is room for them in our tent." Severus said drinking another cup of coffee. "Percy passed his Apparation test recently and so did Oliver so I am sure they are just going to Apparate in a section of Forest Lucius mentioned.
Dobby ladled porridge into bowls so they could have a little something to eat as he was told to.
After a bite to eat they all flooed to the Manor where they met Lucius, Dobby and Dippy would arrive with their tent once they finished paying for their space.
Narcissa hugged and kissed them all, "I'll come when I can. I'm going to Diagon Alley to buy Draco, Blaisé's and Harry's things. It shouldn't be hard, you have all the same classes right?"
Hermione chuckled, "Blaisé and I do, we're taking more classes though. Harry and Draco do have the same classes though."
Narcissa checked the timepiece pinned to her robe, "It is time to go. I'll try to come tonight. Hopefully, the game doesn't last that long."
"So how does everyone get there without all the Muggles noticing?" Harry asked Lucius who seemed to know more as they headed outside to use the portkey.
"It's been a massive organizational problem," Lucius sighed, he'd never been much of a Muggle support but he did agree they needed to be kept out of their world. "The trouble is, about a hundred thousand wizards turn up at the World Cup, and of course, we just haven't got a magical site big enough to accommodate them all. There are places Muggles can't penetrate, but imagine trying to pack a hundred thousand wizards into Diagon Alley or platform nine and three-quarters. So we had to find a nice deserted moor, and set up as many anti-Muggle precautions as possible. The whole Ministry's been working on it for months. First, of course, we have to stagger the arrivals. People with cheaper tickets have to arrive two weeks beforehand. A limited number use Muggle transport, but we can't have too many clogging up their buses and trains - remember, wizards are coming from all over the world. Some Apparate, of course, but we have to set up safe points for them to appear, well away from Muggles. There is a handy wood we set up for that purpose to use as the Apparition point. For those who don't want to Apparate, or can't, we use Portkeys.
Harry nodded, they had used Portkeys for years when there were too many underage wizards to Side-Along Apparate.
It was chilly and the moon was still out. Only a dull, greenish tinge along the horizon to their right showed that daybreak was drawing closer. Harry, having been thinking about thousands of wizards speeding toward the Quidditch World Cup,
"Three…" Lucius counted off, one eye still on his watch, 'two… one…"
It happened immediately: Harry felt the usual hook just behind his navel that had been suddenly jerked irresistibly forward. His feet left the ground; he could feel Draco and Hermione on either side of him, their shoulders banging into his; they were all speeding forward in a howl of wind and swirling color; his forefinger was stuck to the watering can as though it was pulling him magnetically onward. Then his feet slammed into the ground; Hermione staggered into him and Harry nearly fell over only to be caught by Draco; the Portkey hit the ground near his head with a heavy thud. Harry looked up. Lucius, and Remus were still standing but Severus looked like he'd been caught by Remus, they were looking very windswept; rocking back and forth.
"Twelve past five from Malfoy Manor," said a voice.
They had arrived on what appeared to be a deserted stretch of misty moor. In front of them was a pair of tired and grumpy-looking wizards, one of whom was holding a large gold watch, the other a thick roll of parchment and a quill. Both were dressed as Muggles, though very inexpertly: The man with the watch wore a tweed suit with thigh-length galoshes; his colleague, a kilt and a poncho.
"Morning, Basil," Lucius said, picking up the watering can and handing it to the kilted wizard, who threw it into a large box of used Portkeys beside him; Harry could see an old newspaper, an empty drinks can, a boot and a punctured football.
"Harry." he was glomped by two red-headed excitable twins.
The others laughed.
Ginny looked shy and Ron looked murderous.
Draco glanced at Blaisé, what had Fred and George's mother been thinking letting him attend after being expelled.
Fred grinned, "Percy might be here already dunno. Charlie and Bill, I'm sure you'll like them, will be here whenever they wake up. Bill is a Curse Breaker and Treasure Hunter for Gringotts' but Charlie is a Dragon Tamer. He works at a Dragon Preserve in Romania."
Blaisé's eyebrow raised, dragon preserve? He must been very knowledgeable about Magical Creatures. Perhaps, he'd have someone to discuss them with? He was the only one really interested in them in their group.
"Hello there, Arthur," said Basil wearily. "Not on duty, eh? Lucky you. We've been here all night. You all better get out of the way, we've got a big party coming in from the Black Forest at five fifteen. Hang on, I'll find your campsite…Weasley…Weasley…" He consulted his parchment list. "About a quarter of a mile's walk over there, third field you come to. Site manager's called Mr. Moran. That's yours as well Lord Malfoy. Diggory…second field…ask for Mr. Payne."
"Thanks, Basil," said Mr. Weasley, and he beckoned everyone to follow him. They set off across the deserted moor, unable to make out much through the mist.
After about forty minutes, there was small stone cottage next to a gate swam into view. Beyond it, Harry could just make out the ghostly shapes of hundreds and hundreds of tents, rising up the gentle slope of a large field toward a dark wood on the horizon. They had said good-bye to the Diggory a good ten minutes back and approached the cottage door. A man was standing in the doorway, looking out at the tents. Harry knew at a glance that this was the only real Muggle for several acres, thought he hadn't been around Muggles in years.. When he heard their footsteps, he turned his head to look at them.
"Morning!" Mr. Weasley said brightly.
"Morning," the Muggle said .
"Would you be Mr. Moran?" Lucius asked.
"Aye, I would," said Mr. Moran. "And who're you?"
"Weasley and Malfoy- two tents all together I believe, booked a few weeks ago?"
"Aye," said Mr. Moran, consulting a list tacked to the door. "You've got a space up by the wood there. Just the one night?"
"That's it," said Mr. Weasley.
"You'll be paying now, then?" said Mr. Moran.
Remus took the money from both Lucius and Arthur, "Let me handle it." he knew Muggles far better then they did. Remus paid from both of their camping sites and then gave Lucius and Arthur back the rest of their money.
Mr. Moran rummaged around in a tin for some change.
"Never been this crowded," he said suddenly, looking out over the misty field again. "Hundreds of pre-bookings. People usually just turn up…"
"Is that right?" said Mr. Weasley, his hand held out for his change, but Mr. Moran didn't give it to him.
"Aye," he said thoughtfully. "People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know? There's a bloke walking 'round in a kilt and a poncho."
"Shouldn't he?" said Mr. Weasley anxiously
"It's like some sort of… I dunno… like some sort of rally," said Mr. Moran. "They all seem to know each other. Like a big party."
At that moment, a wizard in plus-fours appeared out of thin air next to Mr. Moran's front door.
"Obliviate!" he said sharply, pointing his wand at Mr. Moran.
Instantly, Mr. Moran's eyes slid out of focus, his brows unknitted, and a took of dreamy unconcern fell over his face.
Harry recognized the symptoms of one who had just had his memory modified, though he doubted it would be as drastically altered Lockhart's..
"A map of the campsite for you," Mr. Moran said placidly to Mr. Weasley and Lucius.
"Thanks very much," Lucius said..
The wizard in plus-fours accompanied them toward the gate to the campsite. He looked exhausted: His chin was blue with stubble and there were deep purple shadows under his eyes. Once out of earshot of Mr. Moran, he muttered to Lucius, "Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. Ludo Bagman is not helping. The bloody fool goes rotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice. He hasn't a worry about `anti-Muggle security Blimey, I'll be glad when this is over. See you later, Arthur, Lord Malfoy" He Disapparated.
"I thought Mr. Bagman was Head of Magical Games and Sports," Draco asked, looking surprised. "He should know better than to talk about Bludgers near Muggles, shouldn't he?"
"He should," said Mr. Weasley, smiling warily and leading them through the gates into the campsite, "but Ludo's always been a bit well, lax about security. You couldn't wish for a more enthusiastic head of the sports department though. He played Quidditch for England himself, you know. They say he was the best Beater the Wimbourne Wasps ever had."
They trudged up the misty field between long rows of tents. Most looked almost ordinary; their owners had clearly tried to make them as Muggle-like as possible, but had slipped up by adding chimneys, or bellpulls, or weather vanes. However, here and there was a tent so obviously magical that Harry could hardly be surprised that Mr. Moran was getting suspicious. Halfway up the field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a miniature palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance. A little farther on they passed a tent that had three floors and several turrets; and a short way beyond that was a tent that had a front garden attached, complete with birdbath, sundial, and fountain.
"Always the same," said Mr. Weasley, smiling. "We can't resist showing off when we get together. Ah, here we are, look, this is us."
Lucius snorted, "Even I wouldn't show up at a Muggle-run Campground with such a tent."
They had reached a nice flat area, here were two empty spaces, with small signs hammered into the ground that read WEEZLY and MAULFOI. To the left of the Malfoy plot was one that read Wud.
No one seemed to be up yet, they must not be awake yet.
"Couldn't have a better spot!" said Mr. Weasley happily. "The field is just on the other side of the wood over there, we're as close as we could be." He hoisted his backpack from his shoulders. "Right," he said excitedly, "no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when we're out in these numbers on Muggle land. We'll be putting these tents up by hand! Shouldn't be too difficult… Muggles do it all the time… Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start?"
Harry had never been camping in his life; the Dursleys had never taken him on any kind of holiday, when he lived with them, preferring to leave him with Mrs. Figg, an old neighbor. However, he, Blaisé, Remus and Hermione worked out where most of the poles and pegs should go on their tent.
Fred and George managed to figure out their own tent though Mr. Weasley seemed like he was more of a hindrance than a help, because he got thoroughly overexcited when it came to using the mallet, the Weasleys finally managed to erect what appeared to be a shabby two-man tent.
The Malfoy tent was quite large with a living room and a dining room as well as bedrooms and a screened-in porch. It was far larger inside then it appeared to be. There was also a bathroom and kitchen. The living room furniture was plush and comfortable in cool colors. The dining room table and chair set was cherry, the floor had a slightly violet-red stain.
There was a quiet pop and there were Dobby and Dippy, Malfoy family house elves.
Lucius picked up the dusty kettle and peered inside it. "We'll need water…"
"There's a tap marked on this map the Muggle gave us," Remus said looking at the map.
Draco who had followed Harry inside the tent and unlike Harry or Hermione seemed completely unimpressed by its extraordinary inner proportions.
"It's on the other side of the field." Remus continued.
"Well, why don't Draco, Harry and Hermione go and get us some water then? It wouldn't be smart to send the elves." Lucius handed over the kettle and a couple of saucepans.
"Blaisé and I will get some wood for a fire." Remus grinned, "It's been a long while since I've been camping. Some of my best memories were around a fire." until the fateful trip his father insulted Greyback.
"But we've got an oven," Blaisé asked confused. "Why can't we just -"
"We will, I just thought a campfire might be nice."
Harry, Draco, and Hermione set off across the campsite with the kettle and saucepans.
Now, with the sun newly risen and the mist lifting, they could see the city of tents that stretched in every direction. They made their way slowly through the rows, staring eagerly around. It was only just dawning on Harry how many witches and wizards there must be in the world; he had never really thought much about those in other countries.
Their fellow campers were starting to wake up. First to stir were the families with small children; Harry had never seen witches and wizards this young before. A tiny boy no older than two was crouched outside a large pyramid-shaped tent, holding a wand and poking happily at a slug in the grass, which was swelling slowly to the size of a salami. As they drew level with him, his mother came hurrying out of the tent.
"How many times do I have to say it Ryan? You don't touch Daddy's wand. Ugh.."
She had trodden on the giant slug, which burst. Her scolding carried after them on the still air, mingling with the little boy's yells - "You bust slug! You bust slug!"
A short way farther on, they saw two little witches, barely older than Ryan, who were riding toy broomsticks that rose only high enough for the girls' toes to skim the dewy grass. A Ministry wizard must have already spotted them; because as he hurried past Harry, Draco and Hermione he muttered distractedly, "In broad daylight! Parents having a lie-in, I suppose -"
Here and there adult wizards and witches were emerging from their tents and starting to cook breakfast. Some, with furtive looks around them, conjured fires with their wands; others were striking matches with dubious looks on their faces, as though sure this couldn't work. Three African wizards sat in serious conversation, all of them wearing long white robes and roasting what looked like a rabbit on a bright purple fire, while a group of French witches sat gossiping happily beneath a powder blue stretched between their tents that read: Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Harry caught snatches of conversation in strange languages from the inside of tents they passed, and though he couldn't understand a word, the tone of every single voice was excited.
They had walked into a patch of tents that were all covered with a thick growth of shamrocks, so that it looked as though small, oddly shaped hillocks had sprouted out if the earth. Grinning faces could be seen under those that had their flaps open. Then, from behind them, they heard their names.
"Harry! Hermione!"
It was Seamus Finnigan, their fellow Gryffindor fourth year. He was sitting in front of his own shamrock-covered tent, with a sandy-haired woman who had to be his mother, his best friend, Dean Thomas, Colin and Dennis Creevey, also of Gryffindor. "Like the decorations?" said Seamus, grinning. "The Ministry's not too happy."
"Ah, why shouldn't we show our colors?" said Mrs. Finnigan. "You should see what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents. You'll be supporting Ireland, of course?" she added, eyeing Harry, Draco, and Hermione beadily. When they had assured her that they were indeed supporting Ireland, they set off again.
Draco said, "Like we'd say anything else surrounded by that lot."
"I wonder what the Bulgarians have got dangling all over their tents?" said Hermione.
"Let's go and have a look," said Harry, pointing to a large patch of tents upfield, where the Bulgarian flag- white, green, and red was fluttering in the breeze. The tents here had not been bedecked with plant life, but each and every one of them had the same poster attached to it, a poster of a very tan face that had a mix between a scowl and a frown as well as heavy black eyebrows. The picture was, of course, moving, but all it did was blink and look around as if searching for something.
"Krum," Draco said with excitement.
"What?" Hermione said, there was something about the man in the poster..
"Krum!" Draco said with a sort of awe. "Viktor Krum, he's the Bulgarian Seeker!"
"He looks really unhappy," said Hermione, looking around at the many Krums blinking and scowling at them.
"Really unhappy?" Draco rolled his eyes, "Who cares about that! He's unbelievable. He's really young too, around Oliver's age I guess. He's only just eighteen or something. He's a genius, you wait until tonight, you'll see."
"Whatever you say Draco.' what was she replied.
They finally made it to the water tap, where they found Fred and George filling up their own pans of water. Draco filled up theirs, giving the lighter ones to Harry while himself and Hermione carried the heavy containers. Walking more slowly now, because of the weight of the water, they made their way back through the campground.
Here and there, they saw more familiar faces: other Hogwarts students with their families.
Next they were hailed by Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff fourth year, and a little farther on they saw Cho Chang, a girl who played Seeker on the Ravenclaw team. She waved and smiled at Harry, who slopped awkwardly waved back., while Draco scowled.
More to distract his upset friend, Harry hurriedly pointed out a large group of teenagers whom he had never seen before. "Who d'you reckon they are?" he said. "They don't go to Hogwarts, do they?"
"They've probably attend Beauxbatons, we saw their school a while back. They could attend somewhere else though." Draco muttered.
"'Spect they go to some foreign school," Fred added.
"Yeah, never met anyone who went to one, though." George nodded,
"Do you remember when Bill had a penfriend at a school in Brazil?"
"That was years and years ago, had Percy started at Hogwarts then?"
"Can't remember. Well, you see Bill wanted to go on an exchange trip but Mum and Dad couldn't afford it."
"Then his penfriend got all offended when he said he wasn't going and sent him a cursed hat. It made his ears shrivel up."
"We took that hat and managed to figure out how it worked. Made a few adjustments so the effect is only temporary. One of our better products and it was all thanks to Bill."
Harry laughed but didn't voice the amazement he felt at hearing about other Wizarding schools. He supposed, now that he saw representatives of so many nationalities in the campsite, that he had been too naïve to realize that Hogwarts couldn't be the only one. He glanced at Hermione, who looked utterly unsurprised by the information. No doubt she had run across the news about other Wizarding schools in some book or other. He was surprised he hadn't bought one, he had bought books on the Wizarding world in general and Hogwarts, A history.
"You've been ages," Blaisé muttered when they finally got back to the Malfoy tent.
"Met a few people," Draco shrugged, setting the water down inside. "I see Remus got that fire started. Though I don't understand why he wanted one."
Harry said quietly, "Papa is always cold."
"Oh I forgot. Wonder if Remus will give Mr. Weasley a hand."
They exited the Malfoy tent to see Severus sitting by the fire.
"Come here, Arthur," Remus said kindly, taking the box from him, and showing him how to do it properly.
At last they got the fire lit, though it was at least another hour before it was hot enough to cook anything- not that they were going to use it for such. Lucius had put a magic concealing charm, so the adults and the house elves could use magic without being detected though. There was plenty to watch while they waited, however. Their tent seemed to be pitched right alongside a kind of thoroughfare to the field, and Ministry members kept hurrying up and down it, greeting Mr. Weasley and Lucius cordially as they passed. Mr. Weasley kept up a running commentary, sometimes, Lucius joined in, though mainly for Harry's and Hermione's benefit; the other children knew too much about the Ministry to be greatly interested.
"That was Cuthbert Mockridge, Head of the Goblin Liaison Office. Here comes Gilbert Wimple; he's with the Committee on Experimental Charms; he's had those horns for a while now. Hello, Arnie…Arnold Peasegood, he's an Obliviator, a member of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad,. That's Bode and Croaker… they're Unspeakables…"
"They're what?"
"From the Department of Mysteries, top secret, no idea what they get up to…" Lucius answered Harry's question
Oliver, the old captain of Gryffindor's Quidditch team, who had just left Hogwarts finally seemed to have woken up. He spotted Harry and dragged him over to his parents' tent to introduce him. Hermione, Draco and Blaisé followed them. Oliver told them excitedly that he had just been signed recently to the Puddlemere United reserve team- Puddlemere United had been his first choice.
Percy was sitting at the table inside sipping coffee and looking happy.
Oliver grinned, "Mum and Dad really seem to like Perce." resting his hand on his lover's shoulder.
Percy smiled, "It's been nice getting to know them. Mrs. Wood has helped us set up our apartment. We got a few gifts from everyone, mostly from the girls; Angelina, Katie and Alicia. Though Lady Malfoy has been quite helpful too."
"Percy dear, you can call me Mum or Janie. You're practically family aren't you? I mean Oliver did mention he started give you courting gifts on your seventeenth birthday. You're good for him. His marks were always higher then we expected once he started talking about you. Oliver used to tell us that you encouraged him as well as helped him with his studies. So we have you thank for his high marks."
Percy covered Oliver's hand, "He reminded me to have fun and not spend all my time worrying about marks and rules."
Draco was pleased at least one of their families was accepting their relationship. "Have you talked to your father? Your family's tent is on the other side of ours." he scowled slightly, "Ron came. I'm surprised your mother let him come."
Percy winced, "I hope he doesn't cause trouble." he glanced up at Oliver's parents, "I apologize if my youngest brother is rude or annoying before you leave. He speaks his mind and often says unkind things. He is very different from the rest of us. I am afraid he used to admire Oliver before he found out last summer that we were lovers. Since then he hasn't been able to say anything nice about Oliver and it isn't fair."
"Hush Perce. They are my parents, they'll know anything bad Ron says about me won't be turn."
Percy attempted a smile, "Well we're sitting up in the Minister's box so we won't actually be seeing with them. So it should be okay."
"Well, we better get back then. We'll see you later." Draco bustled them out of the Woods' tent, which was between his own tent and the one Fred and George had.
It seemed the fire was ready, by the time they exited the Woods' tent and Remus was bringing out eggs and sausages probably cooked by the house elves when two tall muscular red-heads emerged from the woods.
George and Fred ran to greet them, "You made it." they each took one by the hand and led them back to the tents.
"This is Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Blaisé Zabini, Hermione Granger and Professor Remus Lupin. He teaches Defense. These are our big brothers Bill and Charlie."
Blaisé saw two good-looking men with shoulder length red hair and blue eyes, muscular and both giving of an air of daring. But it was the one without an earring that drew his eyes back, his scent…and there was a shiny obviously recent burn on his arm. This must be the Dragon Tamer brother, Charlie…his scent, the air of danger that hung around him was drawing him in. He could feel the Veela part of his reaching out for the man. Could this person be the Arrow, he spoke of in his prophecy? His Mate? He licked his lips, "Charlie…" his hand reaching out to cover the burn, a warmth radiated from his hand and the burn disappeared. He looked up at the man, "Just as I thought. I was waiting for you. I couldn't have done that for just anyone. Blaisé Zabini," he lowered his voice, "Veela and you're Mine. My Mate." his nails became talons and he ran them lightly over the man's skin.
Charlie knew good-looking blokes when he saw them, he's always been partial to them. Blaisé Zabini? A male Veela? He hadn't even been aware there were such a creature. This Blaisé was exotic looking, there was something nearly irresistible about him.
"Get away from my brother, you disgusting snake. Why can't you stick to your own kind?"
Everyone groaned.
Ron.
Mr. Weasley smacked him upside the head, "Watch your manners or I'll have Bill take you right home. Your mother almost didn't let you come."
"If I'd know we'd be sleeping next to scum like them I wouldn't have come." Ron glared at them.
Hermione felt his glare like a knife.
Charlie ran a thumb over a talon, "I've never met a bloke quite like you."
Blaisé grinned, "I hope you never do again. Because I'm not the sharing type."
Draco smirked, he'd never seen Blaisé like this. His childhood friend seemed to be laying claim to Fred and George's older brother.
Bill chuckled, "I think you have good taste Charlie. I doubt you'll find better looking then his kind."