Fallen Angel
Death Eaters Found Dead in Their Homes
The Daily Prophet has been given reports, that four Death Eaters, Mr and Mrs Jugson, and Mr and Mrs Gibbon, were found dead in their Welsh homes in the early hours of the morning by their own House-elves. Mr and Mrs Gibbon it seems had been knocked unconscious and then had their insides starved of oxygen, while Mr and Mrs Jugson were, to put it lightly for our readers, tortured in the most gruesome way. This reporter has unfortunately seen the evidence, and it not something I will ever forget. It has been said, from an anonymous source, that the Jugsons and Gibbons were planning on defecting and selling out the secrets of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, the remainder if the Death Eaters, and of the new army, led by the mysterious Torva. How much truth is in this, we cannot determine, but if it is true, it adds speculation and wonder as to why they would do such a thing, and if their sons, both present at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, knew of their parents plans? If they did, did they know what was going to be said, and will they, in replace of their parents, do the same job? Is it a clear up by You-Know-Who, or a premeditated murder? No word yet from the boys, but this reporter is determined to get some answers, and keep our dear readers informed of any developments. Lorna Hawkins for the Daily Prophet.
Dumbledore put down the paper with a frown on his face. Sure, two less Death Eaters running around made things a little easier, but the chance of possibly knowing where Voldemort and his followers, including Albus' latest thorn in the side Torva, was and the fact that he had lost the chance, was too much of a disappointment to revel in the removal of four scums of the Earth. Maybe he could get something out of the kids? However, judging by the kids' reactions at the news, and at the questioning by their peers, they either didn't know, or had been forced to keep their mouth shut. Damn, he would have to just carry on with the normal routine. "Students," he addressed them, "the news in the Prophet today is sad for our own Mr Jugson and Mr Gibbon. Please give them some support, or, if that is too much for you, give them some privacy and leave them to grieve. Thank you." He sat back down with a sigh. He'd just have to try harder.
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As the post arrived that morning, Harry received a note from Draco. 'Come to my rooms during your free this morning. There's something important I need to tell you.' Harry looked up and met the eyes of the blond, nodding.
Upon arrival at Draco's dorm, Harry was automatically greeted with a drink, and a seat by the fire. "What is it you wanted to talk about?"
"How exactly were the Jugsons and Gibbons killed?"
"You want the honest truth? Are you sure you can cope with the gruesome details?"
"Just tell me."
"Fine. Fred and Angelina took on the Jugsons. They tortured so that they were screaming and begging for mercy. Then, they used a particularly nasty spell that burned their veins and their arteries, causing the most horrible of pain, before having their limbs severed while they were still alive. George and Alicia took on the Gibbons. They knocked them unconscious and starved their insides of oxygen. Sorry you asked?"
Draco shook his head. "No. I'm just disturbed at your mind."
"I'm not the one that came up with those punishments. Fred, George, Angelina and Alicia did."
"Disturbed at them as well. Tell me, are you worried about Jugson and Gibbon Jr? I only told them not to say anything through the Imperius curse. But with how much power Dumbledore has, he could quite easily break the spell."
"He won't. When I unblocked your magic, it made sure that anything you do, any spell, can only be undone or overridden by you, nobody else."
"OK. We have a problem…" Draco trailed off, nervous about what Harry's reaction was going to be.
"Why?"
"They know who you are. Jugson and Gibbon, they worked it out. They know that Torva is you. I put them under the Fidelius charm, but I'm not sure whether that will be enough."
"What did you say to them exactly?"
"What do you mean?"
"When you cast the charm, what was it you said?"
"Nothing. I did it silently. I just locked the information inside of them so that they can't tell anybody."
"OK, that's fine. How did the interrogation go?"
"Pansy threatened them, quite a bit. Jugson called her a bitch and spit in her face, so she slapped him." At this, Harry burst out laughing. Once the tears had dried, Draco continued. "Also, because Jugson refused to tell us what his family were going to say, Pansy dragged him to the fire and forced him to kneel. She slowly started to edge his head towards the fire until he gave in, threatening him with one chance that if he lied to her again, she would force his head all the way into the flames."
Harry's eyes were wide. "I thought I told you not to be brutal because they were fourth years?"
"Jugson is a thug anyway, what difference does it make?"
"The fact that they are fourth years, and the fact that they are two of the people this group is trying to protect. We are trying to be seen as the better alternative to both Voldemort and Dumbledore, then we need to be reasonable. Threatening them with a face full of fire is not going to help that image!" Harry stood up and started to pace.
"Sorry, jeez. I didn't realise it was such a problem to you. But believe me when I say that that was tame for Pansy."
Harry sighed and stopped. "Sorry. It's just, this is important to me. I want to free the world from the slavery and dictatorship they've had to suffer. I don't want anything to jeopardise that."
"It's OK, I understand."
"No, Draco, you don't. All my life, until I started here, I've grown up believing I'm a freak. I have no memories of my parents, at all, just my mother's scream as Voldemort took her life away. My Aunt and Uncle, the people who were supposed to be protecting me and raising me, treated me like a slave. From the moment I was old enough to learn how to cook, I was made to cook every meal, clean the house and do the DIY. If I got something wrong, of if I hurt myself, I was either beaten, or locked in my bedroom, the cupboard under the stairs, and not let out or fed for a week. Anything I did that was remotely different, whether that was accidental magic or not, I was called a freak. I wasn't normal. When I came here, and they found out who I really was, things changed a bit, but I was still expected to do the chores, I just got given my own room and wasn't starved anymore. Nor was I beaten, because they were frightened about what I could do to them. When I realised that Dumbledore had known all along what the Dursleys were like, and that he knew about the abuse I was receiving, but never did anything about it, that's when I had enough. I was always fought against Voldemort anyway, but the only other alternative was him, and I don't want other kids suffering the way I have suffered under his hand."
Draco sat dumbfounded. "I didn't know."
"It's something I don't like to make well known. The only people who know are you, Hermione and Ron."
"Thanks, I feel so privileged." Draco joked, in an attempt to break the tension. He stood up and made his way over to his leader, putting a comforting arm around him. "You really shouldn't keep things like this bottled up so much, it will do you no good. Thank you for sharing with me. I'm glad you did. It means a lot."
"Thanks for understanding." Harry said, as he leaned into the embrace.
They stood like that for a few minutes, until Draco once again broke the silence. "Do you want another drink?"
"No, thank you" Harry pulled away and sat back down on the sofa. "Draco, there's something I really need to tell you. I don't want to, I'm quite embarrassed about it actually, so curse my Gryffindor courage, but…" he trailed off.
"But?" Draco enquired, sitting back down next to him.
Harry raised his head. "I… god damn it…I like you Draco. As in, like, like you."
"Oh thank Merlin!" Draco sighed in exasperation.
"What?"
"I like you too, you dolt. I've just been waiting for the right moment to tell you, in case you didn't feel the same."
"Really?"
"Yes. God, Harry, I've liked you for at least a year now."
"Prove it."
"What?"
"I said, prove it. Kiss me."
"Gladly…"
A/N: I'll leave the rest up to your imagination. Enjoy. XD
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