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Post by harry.tothe.potterx on Aug 5, 2013 21:54:28 GMT -6
It was three years after the war and people were still celebrating the fact that the darkest wizard of all time was dead. Some were moving on with their lives, marrying, having children and just living life to the fullest. Lives have been changed since the war. Friendships have slipped apart. One friendship in particular was the Golden Trio. They were still friends but not how they were before and during the war. Ron and Hermione were now married and working on getting their lives on track. Harry Potter was one that wasn't living the dream everyone envisioned for him. He wasn't married or even together with Ginny. He wasn't an Auror. The thought of chasing after more dark wizards was not appealing to him anymore.
He worked in the Ministry but as an Unspeakable. No one understood why he worked in the very place that his godfather Sirius Black died but he felt a pull to work there. Spending a lot of time at the Ministry and not having time for a personal life, Ginny went to find someone else that could be with her. It didn't bother him because a year and a half ago, he came out. The wizarding world was in shock when the Boy-Who-Defeated-The-Dark-Lord came out as gay. It wasn't something that came out of the blue or that he didn't know. It was something that he didn't want to come out with while at school and made everyone look at him like he was a freak. Harry just wanted to be Harry.
Walking out of the the Department of Mysteries, he sighed as he looked around. It was going to be another long day and he really didn't care. Harry looked around and tried to find the person that asked for him. It wasn't a name that he was familiar with. So this was going to be fun trying to figure out.
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Post by silverxspider on Aug 6, 2013 19:00:58 GMT -6
[I may have gotten a little carried away. Also, I only noticed Harry went OUT of the department after I was done and by then I got too lazy. Sorry!]
Draco hated travelling by portkeys. That jerking feeling, right behind the navel, and that disorienting feeling especially when taking the stronger, long distance portkeys, were something that Draco tried to avoid as much as possible. That time, though, he had no choice. It wasn't exactly like he wanted to travel, and even when he did he would have liked going in an airplane, the muggle way, or even the train (even though it made Draco very claustrophobic.) Theo always made fun of him, back when he just moved to Paris, and said that for a pure-blood who completely hated muggleborns, Draco was turning out to be quite an expert in muggle technology. Those teasing words never lasted long, and Draco knew that they were only made in jest, so all was forgotten. He kept feeling like he was forgetting something, and he ran over the list ten times in his head. He had a cover story well prepared. He had madam Honore come feed Rasputin, gave her the cat food, the litter and the keys (He wanted to have someone live in his house. Blaise, or... Or Theo, but that wasn't really an option anymore.) He had all of his (fake) travelling documents ready, he remembered to cast the glamour before he left home for the portkey station, and he even had all of the information for his rented apartment in London, where Theo was waiting. But still, it nagged.
Landing in London was an act more disorienting than the fact that he had to take two portkeys to get there from Paris. It was partly due to necessity (portkeys could only take you so far, especially above water) and partly a security issue, but the ten minute layover he had between portkeys in Bruges did more to make him dizzy than to calm his stomach. He took a deep breath and let himself out of the portkey port at the ministry. The room was tall and wide and very noisy, the high ceilings doing nothing to dim the loud voices. He was sure people were staring at him. He was sure they recognized him. He almost started to panic, but then a young, pretty girl with brown hair and an apprentice cloak appeared by his side as if from nowhere and tilted her head. "Monsieur Bonheur?" she asked in French, and Draco grimaced at the apparent joke on his expanse.
"Oui, c'est moi..." he sighed, and followed her reluctantly out the big door and into the hallway. She continued in French, and her grammar and accent were so bad, that Draco knew she had no idea who he was, because she did not once slip back into English.
"I will show you to your appointment," she said, pronouncing pretty much every word wrong, "Minister Shacklebolt is already waiting for you there"
Draco didn't protest, he just followed her into an elevator and down they went, down, down, down. He was glad Shacklebolt was Minister of Magic. The magical community could've had much, much worse. When they got to the ninth level, Draco did a double take. The Department of Mysteries? Kinglsey was waiting for him there? But why? Who was that person he was supposed to meet? The elevator door opened with a faint ding and Draco stepped outside after the girl, taking cautious steps. The lobby was a large, empty room, vacant save for the Minister himself. He rushed over to Draco with a big smile, as if greeting an old friend, and Draco quickly plastered the same expression on.
"Monsieur Bonheur!" he called out, shaking Draco's pale hand between his two wide, dark ones. "How was your trip?"
"Very well, Mr. Shacklebolt, merci." Draco said, putting on his best accent (with some dialect charms to help, of course.) and because he couldn't help himself anymore, even though those ridiculous names made him flinch, he asked "How is my friend, Mr. Aube?"
Kingsley shot him a dark look but then smiled. "That would be all, Rose." He said to the girl, and then turned back to Draco and said "Mr. Aube is well taken care of, Mr. Bonheur. I trust you should see him soon, today."
They waited until the girl took the elevator up; all the while Shacklebolt was shooting him tight looks. Draco knew he wasn't supposed to bring Theo up, even if they used that stupid pun of a name as a disguise. Draco couldn't fathom way they would use such an obvious name. It was almost as if they were taunting someone, daring their enemies to solve the little riddles, find out who exactly are Mr. Aube, dawn, and Mr. Bonheur, good luck. Draco certainly didn't feel lucky. Shacklebolt led him through once of many identical doors, and again, and again. No instructions were given and Draco knew at that moment that they still didn't trust him. He sighed.
"Alright, Mr. Malfoy." Said Shacklebolt right before they were about to enter through another door. "This is the main parlor. I've sent your contact there already, so he should be there, and I'll entrust the task of getting him up to date to you. This is to remain confidential. You know what's at stake."
Draco nodded and braced himself up. He knew he was going to be recognized. He hated feeling exposed, but he still took off his glamour. He felt Kingsley's eyes on him. He knew he looked different, thinner, longer hair, grown up, but he was still they heir to one of the most hated families in the wizarding world. That was his own burden.
"Go see Mrs. Granger-Weasley at the Department of Law-Enforcement when you're done. She's been in touch with your branch in Paris. It's on the second floor." And with that, Kingsley shook his hand and turned to go before Draco could tell him he obviously knew where Law Enforcement was, as it was his own department, even if he wasn't there in the last three years. "Oh, and don't touch anything!"
Draco resisted to urge to roll his eyes and instead shook the man's hand. He moved some blonde strands of hair out of his eyes, and then took a deep breath and opened the door. The room he entered was empty. There was no one there; there were some shelves with books and vials on them, and a few sofas, but no contact. Was Kingsley wrong? Did that person leave? Draco decided not to think about it. He sat gingerly on one of the sofas and pulled some tiny rolls of parchment from the pockets of his robes. He took out his wand and muttered "Engorgio" quietly, so that he could maybe go through his pages once more. He missed Theo. He was tired and wanted to go have a nice shower and a full night of sleep, and he tried his best not to think about being stuck down there with no one to help him get out of that maze.
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Post by harry.tothe.potterx on Aug 6, 2013 20:25:46 GMT -6
Harry stood looking for the person he was trying to find. It didn't seem to happen. He ran a hand through his shaggy hair and sighed. This wasn't what he needed for today. It was the one day of the week he wasn't here until almost midnight. Leave it to Kingsley to not tell him where he was suppose to meet this man. He didn't pay attention to anyone that was coming and going from this level. He smooth out his robes and turned to go back to where he came. Harry guessed it will be another long night. It wasn't like he had a personal life. He's tried to have a social life but men only wanted him because he was THE Harry Potter. That wasn't something that he was looking for. The person that could look at him and see just Harry...that's when he'll date again.
Hermione tried to get him to date a few weeks back. That just came out of the blue because apparently the Prophet was missing their usual issue of Harry Potter in their paper. He knew that her intentions were good but she wasn't in his life very much anymore so it wasn't any her business who he dates or doesn't date. Ron tried to get him out of his 'phase' as he liked to call it and tried to fix him up with a woman. No matter how much Harry tried to tell him that he wasn't interested in them. Of course, his red haired friend was too hard headed to listen to him.
But that was something for another time. He walked back into the room he worked in. Sighing, he shut the door then heard something moving. Harry pulled out his wand quickly and turned around to see someone sitting there. No one else would be in his department like this so he had to take a guess.
"Mr. Bonheur?" He asked to the person's back. The blond hair looked familiar but he highly doubted that anyone with that color hair would be here to see him. Let alone meet with him.
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Post by silverxspider on Aug 13, 2013 15:49:58 GMT -6
Draco had gone through most of his notes. Everything that he and Granger (It was Granger-Weasley now, he thought bitterly) had been corresponding about for the past six months. He didn't really want to return to England. There was too much at risk for him. He was hated. Very hated. His father was locked up in the new and improved Azkaban, and his mother was... Probably at the Malfoy manor, all on her own. People hated them. Those months of battles, a lot was said about those months in regards to the Malfoys. Most everyone in the wizarding community hated his very existance. The Malfoys were servents of the Dark Lord, they thought. They were with him until the end. In his father's trial right after the war, all the things that happened in the five previous years were brought to light. Draco sat in the Wizengamot chamber, on the top row of seats, and took notes almost feverishly. Someone brought back the events of Draco's second year and he learned, for the first time, that his father was responsible for the near death of Ginny Weasley, for the petrification of students, ghosts and cats alike and for realesing a basilisk in the school. His father was the one who hid a horcrux in Ginny Weasley's person and allowed it to enter Hogwarts. The young Weasley girl was brought to testify. The nutcase, Gildroy Lockhart was brought as proof of additional damage caused, and the whole story blew up wide in the Prophet. Draco sat at the stands and hardly even blinked, and when his father was sentenced he decided to become a lawyer. Not to defend his father, of course not. He resented his father for many reasons. But sitting in his father's trial and many others, Draco saw many injustices that he thought needed correcting.
The basilisk thing wasn't the only cause of hatred. People hated them for hosting the Death Earters headquarters in their home, for kidnapping Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood and others and keeping them in the cellar (never mind that they later escaped.) and for the torture of Granger by his crazy aunt Bellatrix. People hated them for witnessing Harry Potter's alleged death and doing nothing. But what people didn't know was that the loyal Death Eaters that remained (And remain they did, underground and silent) resented them for the exact opposite. For letting Potter escape, and especially Draco, who lied about recognizing Potter at the manor. (The story became public when his aunt's memories were extracted from her body as evidance.)
So Draco wasn't keen on returning. But he had no choice. Theodore needed him, and there was too much to lose. Theo was pretty much the only one he had left. He was so caught up in the notes and in thoughts that he didn't even hear the door opening. He DID hear a voice speaking, and that voice, even after three years, sent a shiver of guilt and fatigue down his spine. Just one word uttered by that voice and he felt more tired than he had all day long, like his tiredness just doubled itself. Of course his contact was Harry Potter. He took his time standing up and turning around, dreading the other man's response. He put his hands up in a gesture of surrender.
"Yes. And also, no. Hello, Harry Potter."
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Post by harry.tothe.potterx on Aug 16, 2013 12:11:42 GMT -6
During the trials of the Malfoys, Harry tried with all his might to keep Draco and Narcissa out of Azkaban. He owed her a Life Debt and was satisified when he found out that neither her nor her son were locked up. He didn't have the lead way to do much in the Wizarding World anymore. Not that he wanted it any way. All his life he wanted to just be Harry. Now that he was able to live his own life, he made the best of it. The dreams still haunted him every time he closed his eyes so he borrowed himself into work so he was too exhausted to even think about dreaming. That was something else that Hermione and Ron couldn't understand. Being alone would just make him wallow in his self hate. Yes there were times he hated himself. Thinking about Mad Eye, Fred, Tonks, Remus..and everyone else that died because of him made him wish Voldemort killed him for good in the forest that night.
When he said the person's name, he wasn't expecting said person to be someone else entirely! His hand went straight to wand but didn't pull it out. He watched as the hands went up in surrender but didn't move his hand from his wand holster. There was no bloody way Draco Malfoy was standing in front of him. Who the hell did Kingsley think he was?
Kingsley.
Of course, he knew who this was standing in front of him. There was no way that the new Minster would let someone walk in under a charm or polyjuice since the former Golden Trio did years ago. He cleared his throat and moved his hand from his wand holster and walked more into the room.
"Malfoy." He said with a short nod.
Harry walked until he was standing in front of where Malfoy was sitting. He kept his back straight and ready to grab his wand just in case. He took in how Malfoy looked. He vaguely wondered if the other man slept at all. But then again, he probably mirrored his appearance himself.
"I'm guessing we are suppose to work together over something? Mind filling me in?" He said crossing his arms over his chest.
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Post by silverxspider on Aug 22, 2013 16:08:34 GMT -6
I am so replying to this the second I get more than three free minutes to myself!
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