My Dear Volaticus
by kittenvks
Disclaimer: I own nothing
warnings: HPDM, slash, yaoi, homosexuality. Don't like it? Don't read it. Flamers to the left.
Chapter Twelve: The Awesome and Amazing Wrath of one Pissed off Harry Potter
AN: And here it is! This is my favorite chapter! REVIEWS REVIEWS! Lexi, Fiona, you're gonna love this!
Harry sat quietly in the Gryffindor Commons, chatting amicably with his friends. It turned out that Seamus had been seen wooing someone else, that someone being Terry Boot, the Ravenclaw. Terry had apparently been more than accepting of Seamus' affections and they'd been spotting leaving for the train together that evening. Harry was more than glad that Seamus had found someone who could put up with him. Harry loved the irishman, but not like Draco, more like how he felt for Ron. He watched his friends lovingly as they all gathered around him, playing wizarding chess and exploding snap or already studying for school starting back. Ginny kept a watchful eye on the Marauders Map as it was currently her turn. Lucius had left in a hurry, stopping only to wish Harry and Blaise a good day. Blaise had stayed behind as well and was currently trapsing about the castle randomly, according to the map.
Harry's stomach was filled with butterflies, expecting Draco back that night. He hadn't really wanted to be with his friends right now but rather in Draco's rooms, napping in his bed and awaiting his return. Unfortunately, he had been neglecting them for the blonde and he knew it. He'd received a quick note on a shred of scratch parchment that Draco would be there tonight, and that soon they would be bonded. Harry shivered, as he had every time he'd thought of the letter, still in his pocket. He knew the blonde meant business and then Harry would really be neglecting his friends, due to the bonding. He'd told them and apologized, nearly making Ron faint at the thought of what they'd be doing in that time, but all of them understood and were more than happy to keep each other company during the time Harry would be... otherwise occupied. Harry blushed at his own thoughts of the charming Slytherin, wondering what he really would be like in bed.
There was a knock at the portrait door, startling them all as Ginny grabbed for the map, having abandoned it for a moment to try and best her brother at wizarding chess. Harry watched her hopefully as she scanned it. Finished, she shook her head,
"He's not here, it's just Blaise."
Harry jumped up, swinging open the door and inviting the Slytherin in. Blaise stayed to the shadows, merely shaking his head. He held up his hand, the ring glinting different colors in the light of the Gryffindor fire,
"We're being paged, Potter, let's go." Harry grinned brightly back at his friends,
"He's back!" and he bounded out the door, racing past Blaise and down the cooridor much to Blaise's dismay and the laughter of his friends as they all followed.
Harry took the steps two and three at a time, stumbling only once before racing down the cooridor and out the front doors, swinging them open with a bang. For a moment he paused, scanning the immediate area. The half moon was lighting up the grounds beautifully and he caught a flash of pale hair and dark robes closer to the gates. He could hear his friends approaching but didn't wait, taking off again toward Draco.
Draco stopped upon seeing Harry racing toward him, barefoot of all things, and opened his arms- smiling. Harry sprung into them happily, nearly topppling them both over. Draco laughed, pulling Harry tightly too him and nuzzling his face.
"I missed you, too, mon amour," he purred causing Harry to shiver. Draco scowled, "barefoot and no coat, in this weather? You'll be sick." Harry pulled back to look at the blonde, eyes gleaming.
"I don't care," he countered, "you can just spend all your time taking care of me again." and with that he leaned in quickly, planting a rough and passionate kiss on Draco's soft lips. Draco seemed to melt into this paricular kiss, his hands roaming willfully, grabbing Harry's arse and pulling him up a bit to deepend the kiss. Harry moaned into his mouth and it was Draco's turn to shiver. Cat calls, whistles and cheers called down to them from the school and they unwillingly seperated, both smirking.
"Again," Draco said, leaning their foreheads together, "I can not wait to make you mine." Harry smiled, taking his hand and began to lead him back to the castle, feeling his feet warm up after only a few feet. He looked down and then up at Draco who just shrugged.
"Been practicing?" Harry asked. Draco nodded, glancing up to see the others approaching.
"I have. After the necessary greetings and such I want to show you."
"I can't wait." Harry replied as Blaise reached them first, pulling Draco into a tight hug.
"I'm glad you returned safely, Draco." he said after the quick embrace. Draco nodded cooly in understanding, smirking a bit.
"I was successful, Blaise, it's been a wonderful week."
"Good, then you got the gift, no problems?"
"Other than the Death Eater attack? No problems at all, it was quite easy really. Easier than I expected it to be. I've been training more with Father," Draco replied chattily. Blaise nodded, grinning now,
"I'm so glad you're back. These Gryffindors are a sappy and sentimental lot."
"We can hear you." Ginny said, crossing her arms over her chest. Blaise scowled at her,
"I never said you couldn't."
"So what happened with the Death Eaters, Draco?" Hermione asked as they walked along. Blaise turned from his bickering with Ginny, eager to hear what Draco had to say.
"Er... well, they just sort of appeared. We hadn't expected them to be able to track us, especially moving through Muggle London. Father suspects that they were going to attack that area anyway and just happened upon us. Or we happened upon them, it all went by very quickly," Draco replied, "they haven't sorted through the bodies yet- the ministry- but, they'll find Bellatrix LeStrange there, among others."
"Your Father took out Bellatrix?!" Ron asked, looking on in awe.
"No, I did. She's a mouthy little twat." Draco replied, causing Hermione to snort with laughter. Blaise went back to his bickering with Ginny and they all walked along quietly.
As they reached the entrance hall, Dumbledore and Snape were awaiting them with their greetings. Snape wore his arm in a brace and was glaring at Draco, though no real malice was there.
"Welcome back, Mr. Malfoy!" Dumbledore greeted, smiling.
"Very good, Draco, though you didn't have to be so," he gestured with his free arm to his injured one, "playful."
"Ah, godfather, bitter are we? I believe you walked into that one." Draco laughed, "good day, Headmaster, it is good to be back. However, I've been gone for quite some time and would like to catch up on everything with Harry. If you'll all excuse us?"
Dumbledore and Snape nodded with the others though Ginny and Hermione were blushing and Ron was pulling faces at Draco and Blaise.
"I will see you in the morning, Blaise, and we will continue our discussion." Draco added, already being pulled in the direction of his rooms by an eager Harry. Blaise nodded in understanding, laughing softly. Harry Potter never was one for formalities.
Just as soon as the portrait opened, Harry was on Draco again, kissing him feverishly. Draco smiled when they pulled apart, leading Harry up the stairs to the bedroom.
"You didn't get hurt did you?" Harry asked, scanning over the blonde's clothing. There were too many layers to be able to tell. Draco smiled, shaking his head.
"Few bruises and scrapes, already healed. I'm good as new."
"I haven't gotten your gift yet," Harry said absently, pulling Draco down onto the bed and curling around him.
"That's alright, Harry, I don't care what you get me."
"We still need to get Sirius down here too," Harry added, staring off into the darkness of the room. He was still worried about Sirius too, and why he couldn't write back. Was he in danger? Sighing, Harry nuzzled Draco a bit before sitting up.
"We'll figure it all out, love. Calm yourself, I don't like to see you so worried."
"Alright," Harry agreed, there was nothing they could do right now anyway. "Let's see those wings."
Draco grinned mischieviously, slipping off the soft jacket he wore and then undoing each button of his shirt slowly. Harry just watched, debating whether or not tradition was really worth it all. Draco's wings spread about behind him now, a dazzling gunmetal gray as he stiffened the feathers. It was easily a twenty foot wingspan.
"Wow." was all Harry could think of. Draco preened, watching Harry watch him.
"You like them?" he asked.
"Yes, they're beautiful! Can you uh...err can you fly okay now?"
"Indeed, I can. I'll take you out with me, mon amor, one night. When it's not so blasted cold and I'm not so tired."
"Okay, Draco, that would be amazing." Harry replied wistfully. Why did it have to be so cold?
The next morning Harry and Draco awoke to banging on the bedroom door. Startled, Draco's wings unfurled behind him and around Harry.
"Who is it?!"
"Hermione! Draco! You've got to get up! Hurry!" Harry's friend screamed from the other side of the door. Draco and Harry both scrambled out of bed, racing down the steps, already wide awake. Hermione was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, "Aurors are here, Draco, they were on their way to Dumbledore's office, they're talking about arresting you!"
"WHAT?!" Harry and Draco cried out in unison. The portrait hole swung open again, Ron and Blaise crashing through and closing it tightly behind them.
"They're on their way up here!" Ron cried out and Blaise drew his wand as Harry rushed past the stunned Draco, wand drawn and also pointed at the door.
As Dumbledore stepped through, three Aurors behind him, he rose his arms. His robes swayed out, blocking the Aurors from direct sight.
"Sod off! You're not taking him anywhere!" Blaise snarled viciously. Dumbledore sighed.
"Students, put your wands down! I SAID PUT YOUR WANDS DOWN!" they all did, albeit bregrudgingly. Dumbledore walked around the room, signalling for Aurors to stay where they were, taking all their wands and holding them. "That will be enough."
"Draco Malfoy," one said, stepping forward, "We are here to place you under arrest."
"BULLSHIT!" Harry snarled, lunging for the Auror. Hermione stood in his way,
"Harry, I understand you're upset but you can't fight an auror!"
"The hell I can't, don't you bloody touch him!" Harry snapped, snarling at the Auror who reached for Draco. Draco looked stunned, staring at the Auror who was approaching him. Another spoke up, stepping forward,
"Mr. Malfoy, if you'd please come with us?"
"Under what charges?" Draco snapped, "I have the right to know."
"Assisting wanted criminals, Mr. Malfoy, certainly." the first said, stepping closer. Then, in a lower tone, he snarled, "your daddy can't protect you now."
"Oh, but I can." Blaise snapped, stepping out from the crowd, "do you realize that I get more money as a weekly allowance than you'll make in your whole bloody life?! I'll own every one of you before this over. Fucking plebians."
"If you take him, I swear to Merlin-" Harry yelled, approaching the Auror who was putting Draco in magical restraints now.
"Harry, you've got to calm down." Draco said calmly, moving himself in front of the Gryffindor and glaring at the offending Auror before turning to Harry. "It's okay, love, they have nothing to charge me with. I've assisted no criminal."
"Who was he assisting anyway?" Hermione snapped viciously.
"Peter Pettigrew." a familiar voice, one of the Aurors said.
"Harry, I did not. You know this," Draco pleaded at the shocked look on Harry's face.
Harry grabbed Draco, pulling him into a passionate kiss before turning to the other Aurors and spotting Nymphadora Tonks.
"Tonks? How? How could you do this? He wouldn't help that filth. He wouldn't hurt me like that!" he hissed, gesturing at Draco. She sighed, looking exasperated.
"It will be alright Harry."
"No," Harry snapped, "it won't. You-" he turned to the offensive Auror, "will release him back to me, by tonight."
"Oh? Or what Mr. Potter?" the Auror sneered. Harry laughed loudly,
"Or you can fight your own god damned war." his voice was so quiet, so menacing that even Snape would have been proud. Every person in the room stared. "I mean it," Harry snapped, "I'm sick of all this. I'll not fight anymore, not one more damned time for you people. You expect a lot of children to fight your battles for you- it's ludicrous. You take every thing from me, I'm allowed no freedoms. If you take Draco, then you will regret it- mark my fucking words."
"If one blonde hair on his head is out of place, if he spends one night in Azkaban, I will personally bring down the wrath of the entire Zabini and Malfoy families." Blaise said cooly. "The Ministry will fall."
"Black and Potter will be in that fight as well." Harry bit out, clinging to Draco.
"Let's go, Mr. Malfoy." The Auror said, looking a bit frightened and dragging Draco along.
"Blaise! Take care of Harry, get Father! Harry! I'll see you- by tonight- I promise."
"I know you will," Harry called after them. They followed the Aurors and Draco out into the hall where an allowed portkey waited. Then, that was it, they were gone. Snape came running in then, too late.
"Are they gone?" he asked, breathless. Harry just nodded, collapsing to his knees and looking dejected. Snape glared at Dumbledore who had handed their wands to Hermione and walked off, Snape trailing behind and peppering the Headmaster with questions. Ginny came running past them, collapsing next to Harry and taking him in a hug.
"This isn't over, Potter. Stand. We will fight." Blaise snarled, reaching for Harry. Harry looked up, meeting his eyes, now looking less like black silk and more like lit coals.
"How- who- they can't do this!" Hermione cried, leaning into Ron. Harry looked to her too. Even Ron looked upset. Ginny was going as far as having tears in her eyes. Harry growled, sounding much like his Volaticus counterpart and took Blaise's hand.
"Let's go, back in the rooms, everyone!" They all scattered in while Harry told off the portrait, letting it know not to let anyone else in- no one.
"Alright, the plan is to get Draco back. We need a how." Blaise said, pacing and looking at the books on the shelves.
"I wouldn't mind a bit of revenge either." Harry snapped, crossing his arms over his bare chest.
"We should go to the library, figure this out," Hermione said. Harry raced up the stairs, grabbing the first shirt he saw- Draco's from the night before and came back down. His trainers were by the door and he sat down pulling them on,
"I'm going up there if we can't figure it out, I'll break him free if I have to."
"You can't do that just yet, if Draco saw you get hit by a hex... well, he might really be charged with commiting murder." Ginny said, Blaise nodded in agreement,
"be sure of that, Harry. Draco could have broken free from those restraints if he so chose. He could have escaped, best to stay here and fight for now."
They were halfway to the library when they ran into Snape, strolling angrily down the hallways and looking for all the world like he wanted blood. When he saw the group he stopped, mid step, and stared for a moment.
"I hope you students aren't out causing trouble." he said calmly.
"Oh, of course not, sir." Blaise said, voice dripping with sarcasm and venom. Snape nodded at him calmly.
"And I trust, Mr. Weasley, that your family- especially those ridiculous twins and their inventions, are not involved in this?"
"No sir," Ron said, looking a bit distraught. Snape was obviously going to take his wrath out on someone.
"No, of course not. No massive amounts of Howlers either. Correct, Miss Granger?"
Hermione smirked at this, as did Harry and Blaise.
"No sir, we wouldn't dare." she said.
"I thought so. Hogwarts does have a lot owls you know." Snape said thoughtfully. Then, turning to Ginny and Ron, "I hear your mother sends a decent howler." Ron blushed bright red and nodded. "Mr. Potter, I know you're familiar with the room of requirement?"
"Yes sir?" Harry asked, confused.
"Ah, then I won't see you near that either? With it's untraceable floos and such, it's just not necessary, and not befitting the high honor of this school or it's students."
"Yes sir," Harry smiled, "we'll stay far away from there, sir."
"I'm glad we understand Potter, Zabini, Granger, Weasleys. I would hate to have to expell you lot for harrassing the Ministry, though I believe you would do it in a manner unknown, I would know. I'd hate to catch you sneaking around that room and give you detentions as well."
"We're merely going to the library to study, Professor Snape." Hermione said. Snape nodded and strolled off with a 'see that you do'. Blaise snorted, looking at them all.
"Professor!" Harry called after the retreating Snape's back. Snape stopped, turning to look at Harry questioningly, "You'll make a great Headmaster one day!"
"Thank you, Potter, and I will have your gifts to you by the morning." Snape said with a curt nod and was gone. Harry smirked.
"That was... unexpected." Ginny said, laughing. The group turned and made their way now to Gryffindor towers. They had letters to write, calls to make.
When all was said and done, they had a rather large group, waiting just outside the doors to the Room of Requirement. Some had been snuck in by use of Invisibility Cloak and Marauders map. However, standing there, waiting to be let in were Harry, Blaise, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, George, Fred, and Molly. All with bags of goodies for their own.
"Thank you all for coming," Harry said, smiling.
"You're family mate-" Fred said.
"Just another little brother!" George finished.
"Besides, Harry, do you realize how much fun it's going to be to see Mum help us prank the Ministry?" Ron asked, in awe of his mother.
"I will be doing no such thing, Ronald Weasley. I will merely be sending in my informed opinion. What you boys do, now that you're adults, is your own business. Ginny, you're still underage. You'll be helping me." Molly said with a twisted grin.
"This is all very Slytherin of you," Blaise laughed, pushing open the door.
The Room of Requirement had served it's purpose. There were stacks and stacks of howler paper, quills, and ink in all colors. Desks were littered throughout the room. Floos lined the walls and there was a small owlery there.
"Let's get started then," Harry said, closing the door behind them.
Back at the Ministry, Minister Fudge was sitting across from Draco and Lucius Malfoy, both looking rather indignant. Draco still hadn't been allowed to put on a shirt and was wearing his father's cloak against the cold weather. Behind them stood three Aurors and two other men, dressed in dirty and raggedy black robes. They had certainly seen better days.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you telling me that your son was the one to turn in Peter Pettigrew, that he did not assist him as Pettigrew says?" Fudge asked for the hundredth time.
"Are you daft, or just deaf?" One of the cloaked and robbed figures asked angrily.
"Possibly just dumb," the other snapped.
"I agree with all three," Lucius interjected with a snarl. "Release my son, this instant. He has done you a favor- catching such a lothesome fool."
"I want to go see my family, not sit here through this drivel." The first cloaked man snarled. "Let us go."
"*YOU* are free to go." Fudge snapped, "both of you. Get out."
"I'm not leaving till the blondes do. *I'm* not personally risking the wrath of Harry Potter and company."
"What can one child do?" Fudge asked, laughing, "I fear no student."
It was then that the fireplaces on every floor of the ministry, in every room, errupted. They watched as fireworks went off, chasing Aurors and other officials screaming across the floors. Little smoke bombs came out, spewing and dying everything they touched in horrible, clashing colors. There was so much noise, wails and screams and so much sound. That's when the Aurors made the mistake, including those in the room, of opening the windows. They had meant to let out all the smoke so they could see to get to the floos. Instead, they let in owls, around a hundred. The first one stopped, dropping a letter on the Ministers desk.
"GIVE HIM BACK NOW! RIGHT BLOODY NOW, MINISTER FUDGE, IT'S BEEN TWO SODDING HOURS AND I'M TIRED OF WAITING! YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED, YOU LOATHSOME TIRED LITTLE-"
The Minister quickly exploded the Howler with a flick of his wand. Others were pouring in, howling.
"YOU CALL YOURSELF THE MINISTER OF MAGIC, YOU DON'T KNOW A DAMNED THING ABOUT OPERAT- *poof*"
But it was too much for the Aurors and everyone in the ministry to keep up with. Howelers came in from every opening, the fireworks and tricks, still pouring through the floos.
"We can't trace it!" An Auror cried.
"Make it stop!"
"JUST LET HIM GO!"
The two cloaked men were laying in the floor now, bodies convulsing with laughter. Draco and Lucius on the other hand, just watched the Minister expectantly. They seemed not to realize that anything was going on at all.
"WHAT IS THIS BUSINESS?!" Fudge roared slamming his fists on the table.
"Minister- please- calm yourself," Lucius said, looking at the man with disdain. He's just a boy. You can not trace all that mess, and Howlers aren't illegal."
"This- Oh, Merlin's trousers, *this* is the wrath of a child, a student." One man wailed, choking on his own laughter.
"A MARAUDER!" The other almost squealed, gasping for breath.
More tricks were pouring in now, people were growing wings, snouts, and tails. One Auror was running around laying eggs.
"Well, that's not something you'd expect to see every day." Draco commented calmly, watching the mayhem.
"Chaos, son. Gryffindors." Lucius replied with a nod. He hadn't failed to notice how no smoke or trick had avoided any truly friendly face.
"MAKE IT STOP!" Fudge shrieked, dodging a rocket.
"Let me go," Draco retorted scathingly.
"FINE! GET OUT! ALL OF YOU, OUT!" he shrieked, ten more howlers landing on his desk and going off all at once. No one in the room had to be told twice and they hurried out, walking- unaffected- through the mayhem. Draco could have sworn he saw two identical faces laughing in the Floo's green flames as he walked by, cornish pixies flooding out before all the Floos shut down. Lucius quickly shut the door behind them.