Scorpius's Request - HP Fanfic (12/?)
Title: Scorpius's Request (Chapter 1)
Author: starshinedc
Word Count: 1850
Warning(s): None foe this chap
Summary: Little Scorpius comes into Harry's life very unexpectedly when Draco is kidnapped by persons unknown and just wants his daddy back. Will Harry be able to fulfill that wish? And if he can't, who will take care of the child in Draco's absence? Eventual HPDM, R/H
Quick Note: Sorry about the lack of updates recently and the shortness of this one D:
Harry took his time going towards the house, signaling to have Ron do the same. When they reached the door, they exchanged glances, went to either side of the door and scanned for wards. There were a few set up, but nothing too difficult to tear away. Draco had relied heavily on the fidelius charm, which made Harry frown. He would've expected Draco Malfoy of all people to know how fallible a fidelius charm could be.
The aurors went in carefully, wands gripped tightly. Ron went one way, Harry the other as they searched the premises.
Kitchen was spotless. No dishes in the sink, no spots of flour all over the place like in his own kitchen at the moment. The small table in the dining room, also spotless, had four chairs, two pushed in, the other two tilted a bit. One had longer legs; Scorpius's chair, Harry realized with a slight smile.
He kept going, met Ron at the foot of the stairs. "Anything?"
"No one's been here in days," Ron replied. "Unicorn's still on the couch."
"Let's check upstairs just the same."
Ron nodded and they were heading up. There was a linen closet, the towels folded neatly and kept color-coordinated and orderly... all except a set of snitch-covered towels that looked as if they'd largely been shoved onto their shelf. Scorpius's doing, Harry imagined. And then in the bathroom there was a broom-shaped toothbrush lying on the counter. Harry didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he found himself picking it up and dropping it into a small container that held another toothbrush, Draco's.
Harry shook his head and walked out, running when Ron called out to him. He stopped dead, though, when he entered what had to be Draco's study. The ornately carved desk was the messiest thing Harry had seen in the entire house, papers stacked almost haphazardly, crumpled balls scattered near the waste-bin where they'd been aimed and had missed. And there was, to Harry's absolute amazement, a Muggle computer shoved into the corner.
"Harry Potter," a woman breathed and Harry spun on his heel, faltering slightly when he saw just who - or was what more accurate? - was speaking to him.
"Mrs. Malfoy?"
The woman clapped a hand over her mouth and scurried out of the portrait, disappearing to another one. "Can't believe he'd have a portrait of his parents in here," Ron muttered. "When he's writing... those books. Balmly. Absolutely balmly."
"Better than in his bedroom," was Harry's opinion and he blinked when Narcissa returned, dragging her husband by the wrist.
He took one look at Harry and Ron and the sneer he'd been affecting faded into sheer irritation. "Macmillan," he seethed. "I told Draco that he shouldn't trust that damned man. A Hufflepuff never changes. They're weak."
Ah, yes, Lucius had always been a bastard. Harry didn't bother to get into House politics with him. "Macmillan? Ernie Macmillan?"
Narcissa clasped her hands together and looked at the pair of aurors. "My son. It's been days since he's been home. He took Scorpius to the park and I haven't come across him in any of the portraits I've been in. Do you know where he is?"
"Was he arrested?" Lucius sniffed, peering down at them with all the haughtiness a portrait could possibly have. "I'm sure the Ministry's managed to find some trumped up charges to press."
Once again Harry opted for ignoring the husband and instead aimed his gaze and attention on the wife. "Draco was abducted a few days ago. Do you have any idea who may have wanted to take him?"
"I..."
"It's the same people who killed the two of you," Ron added.
Narcissa cast her gaze downwards. "I wish I could tell you who did that. There are no portraits in the dining room. We had no idea our physical bodies had died until..."
"Until Draco told you," Harry supplied and earned a weak nod in response.
"Gregory," Lucius interjected and now he had Harry's full attention. "Gregory Goyle. I'm sure you remember the trials, Potter. Gregory's father was almost cleared of any charges until Draco testified against him."
Harry vaguely remembered that, had been shocked that Draco would testify against his own friend's father, and then he had brushed it off and gone on with his life. "Why did he testify?"
"Because the Minister wasn't satisfied. It was the last testimony Draco had to give before he could be free of any charges that could potentially befall him."
"Where's Scorpius?" Narcissa demanded, eyes dark and earnest.
"Safe," Harry replied. "He found me. Draco kept him safe and then Scorpius found me. So he's safe."
Narcissa sank heavily into the cushioned chair painted in the background, covered her eyes with a forearm a moment before remembering herself and sitting up properly. "Good," was her only comment. Her husband laid a hand on her shoulder in a supportive gesture and Harry remembered, again, the unit he'd seen in the Great Hall a decade before.
"Goyle didn't react well to Draco's testimony?"
Lucius made a sound that might've been a laugh if not for the harshness in it. "Gregory was furious, of course. He believed that Draco had betrayed him." Lucius sighed then, looking past Harry. "And if the foolish man hadn't already been trying to start a new uprising - overthrow the Ministry while it was still weak - then I may have agreed with his feelings."
"Lucius," Narcissa scolded, "he put Draco in St. Mungo's for three weeks."
Her husband gritted his teeth. "There was also that."
"They haven't spoken since?" Harry asked. Finally, a lead. He and Ron exchanged glances. Ron gave a small nod and walked out to make sure they remained alone in the house.
"No," Narcissa said quietly. "At least not as far as we know. Draco always tried to keep the threats hidden."
"Threats?"
"After the trials," Lucius replied with a haughty sniff. "Draco received numerous threats from all sides. He betrayed the Death Eaters; he was a Death Eater." And Harry ignored the fact that this was said with barely concealed pride. He was speaking to a dead man, after all, and his prejudiced attitudes clearly had no effect on Scorpius.
"What does Ernie Macmillan have to do with Draco?"
"He's Draco's publisher. And Secret Keeper."
Lucius sniffed. "Obviously. Or you wouldn't be here now."
"We haven't been in contact with Macmillan," Harry replied, wheels turning in his mind. Macmillan had always been a bit of an arse, even at Hogwarts, but Harry had never considered him to be a bad bloke. He'd stayed behind and he'd fought in the Battle of Hogwarts. He'd fought hard and long, as they all had. Obviously they had to pay Macmillan a visit to see just what had happened here.
"Then how are you here?" Narcissa whispered.
"Draco was abducted from nearby," Harry explained. "And Ron and I were looking this way when the house appeared. It was what Scorpius had described to me, so Ron and I came in to see if we couldn't find any extra leads."
"I'm shocked," Lucius put in, "that the Ministry has put you on this case."
"They didn't," Harry said honestly. "Scorpius asked me to find his father, so I am. Are the Floos here blocked?"
"Not outward calls or travel. Draco has no one keyed into the Floo for travel or contact this way, though."
"That's fine. Excuse me." He bowed his head respectfully, grateful for the information he'd been given, and went to the Floo, tossing some powder in and ducking down. "Hermione!" he called and her face appeared moments later.
"Harry? What's going on?"
"We're at Draco's house," he said and waited a beat to let that sink in. "And I need you to find Ernie Macmillan. He's either in on the abduction or he's another victim." And unless Ernie had become a woman in the past few years, Harry was willing to bet that he was a victim. "Also, I think Goyle may be one of the abductors. Find out what Draco testified against his father."
"Right. That's all?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Hermione bobbed her head and retreated, disappearing from the flames. Harry rose, frowning. They had a lead now, but he wondered just what they were after, just what their motive could be. Goyle's, he understood. Revenge. But the woman? What could she want with Draco Malfoy?
Harry looked at the messy desk, frown deepening. He still had questions, but they weren't so important as the certainty Harry felt. The abductors were going to be here soon and he and Ron had to protect this house.
He transfigured the desk into a box, quickly shrank the room's contents, and had it all in the box a moment later. How furious would they be when the discovered Draco's house had already been packed away?
"Potter," Lucius hissed, for he'd left their portrait hanging. "What are you doing?"
"Auror Potter, Mr. Malfoy. And I'm protecting your son's home. With the fidelius charm gone, it's open to attack."
"The charm can't just be gone," Narcissa whispered. "Ernie would've had to remove it."
"And Draco?"
"Well... yes."
Harry nodded. And they wouldn't have to be near the house to do it; just near each other. Either Macmillan had been abducted or he was an abductor. He strode out of the room. "Ron! Start boxing things!"
"Are you mad?" he called from the bottom of the stairs. "We can't just box up a house and take everything with us! It's illegal seizure!"
Sometimes Harry wondered just how much living with Hermione had affected Ron's brain. "We're protecting Malfoy assets and taking in evidence."
"What evidence?"
"If Macmillan's an abductor, there may be something here to incriminate him. And since we're dealing with the victim's things..." He trailed off, letting Ron connect the dots on his own as he went down the hall to another room. Draco's room was boxed next, and then Scorpius's. The washroom and the linen closet were left alone and there was no attic, so Harry trotted downstairs to help Ron.
"Where are you planning on keeping all this?" Ron muttered.
"I think I'll put Scorpius's things in the room I gave him," he decided with a shrug. "May as well surround him with his own things. It may make him feel better."
Ron knew about the nightmares, so only nodded. "Right, then. The rest of it?"
"Shrink the boxes and put them in a closet?" And fight every single urge that came his way in regards to opening the box that held Draco's study... and the books.
Ron walked passed, shaking his head. "This is still technically against the rules, mate."
"No telling Hermione?"
"Agreed." Ron grinned slightly, going into the living room. "I wonder how Muggles stand moving," he mused offhandedly and Harry shook his head, going to the kitchen to see what should be moved there.
He was nearly finished packing or throwing away things in there when a shout from another room alerted him. Wand raised, Harry ran.
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Author: starshinedc
Word Count: 1850
Warning(s): None foe this chap
Summary: Little Scorpius comes into Harry's life very unexpectedly when Draco is kidnapped by persons unknown and just wants his daddy back. Will Harry be able to fulfill that wish? And if he can't, who will take care of the child in Draco's absence? Eventual HPDM, R/H
Quick Note: Sorry about the lack of updates recently and the shortness of this one D:
Harry took his time going towards the house, signaling to have Ron do the same. When they reached the door, they exchanged glances, went to either side of the door and scanned for wards. There were a few set up, but nothing too difficult to tear away. Draco had relied heavily on the fidelius charm, which made Harry frown. He would've expected Draco Malfoy of all people to know how fallible a fidelius charm could be.
The aurors went in carefully, wands gripped tightly. Ron went one way, Harry the other as they searched the premises.
Kitchen was spotless. No dishes in the sink, no spots of flour all over the place like in his own kitchen at the moment. The small table in the dining room, also spotless, had four chairs, two pushed in, the other two tilted a bit. One had longer legs; Scorpius's chair, Harry realized with a slight smile.
He kept going, met Ron at the foot of the stairs. "Anything?"
"No one's been here in days," Ron replied. "Unicorn's still on the couch."
"Let's check upstairs just the same."
Ron nodded and they were heading up. There was a linen closet, the towels folded neatly and kept color-coordinated and orderly... all except a set of snitch-covered towels that looked as if they'd largely been shoved onto their shelf. Scorpius's doing, Harry imagined. And then in the bathroom there was a broom-shaped toothbrush lying on the counter. Harry didn't know what possessed him to do it, but he found himself picking it up and dropping it into a small container that held another toothbrush, Draco's.
Harry shook his head and walked out, running when Ron called out to him. He stopped dead, though, when he entered what had to be Draco's study. The ornately carved desk was the messiest thing Harry had seen in the entire house, papers stacked almost haphazardly, crumpled balls scattered near the waste-bin where they'd been aimed and had missed. And there was, to Harry's absolute amazement, a Muggle computer shoved into the corner.
"Harry Potter," a woman breathed and Harry spun on his heel, faltering slightly when he saw just who - or was what more accurate? - was speaking to him.
"Mrs. Malfoy?"
The woman clapped a hand over her mouth and scurried out of the portrait, disappearing to another one. "Can't believe he'd have a portrait of his parents in here," Ron muttered. "When he's writing... those books. Balmly. Absolutely balmly."
"Better than in his bedroom," was Harry's opinion and he blinked when Narcissa returned, dragging her husband by the wrist.
He took one look at Harry and Ron and the sneer he'd been affecting faded into sheer irritation. "Macmillan," he seethed. "I told Draco that he shouldn't trust that damned man. A Hufflepuff never changes. They're weak."
Ah, yes, Lucius had always been a bastard. Harry didn't bother to get into House politics with him. "Macmillan? Ernie Macmillan?"
Narcissa clasped her hands together and looked at the pair of aurors. "My son. It's been days since he's been home. He took Scorpius to the park and I haven't come across him in any of the portraits I've been in. Do you know where he is?"
"Was he arrested?" Lucius sniffed, peering down at them with all the haughtiness a portrait could possibly have. "I'm sure the Ministry's managed to find some trumped up charges to press."
Once again Harry opted for ignoring the husband and instead aimed his gaze and attention on the wife. "Draco was abducted a few days ago. Do you have any idea who may have wanted to take him?"
"I..."
"It's the same people who killed the two of you," Ron added.
Narcissa cast her gaze downwards. "I wish I could tell you who did that. There are no portraits in the dining room. We had no idea our physical bodies had died until..."
"Until Draco told you," Harry supplied and earned a weak nod in response.
"Gregory," Lucius interjected and now he had Harry's full attention. "Gregory Goyle. I'm sure you remember the trials, Potter. Gregory's father was almost cleared of any charges until Draco testified against him."
Harry vaguely remembered that, had been shocked that Draco would testify against his own friend's father, and then he had brushed it off and gone on with his life. "Why did he testify?"
"Because the Minister wasn't satisfied. It was the last testimony Draco had to give before he could be free of any charges that could potentially befall him."
"Where's Scorpius?" Narcissa demanded, eyes dark and earnest.
"Safe," Harry replied. "He found me. Draco kept him safe and then Scorpius found me. So he's safe."
Narcissa sank heavily into the cushioned chair painted in the background, covered her eyes with a forearm a moment before remembering herself and sitting up properly. "Good," was her only comment. Her husband laid a hand on her shoulder in a supportive gesture and Harry remembered, again, the unit he'd seen in the Great Hall a decade before.
"Goyle didn't react well to Draco's testimony?"
Lucius made a sound that might've been a laugh if not for the harshness in it. "Gregory was furious, of course. He believed that Draco had betrayed him." Lucius sighed then, looking past Harry. "And if the foolish man hadn't already been trying to start a new uprising - overthrow the Ministry while it was still weak - then I may have agreed with his feelings."
"Lucius," Narcissa scolded, "he put Draco in St. Mungo's for three weeks."
Her husband gritted his teeth. "There was also that."
"They haven't spoken since?" Harry asked. Finally, a lead. He and Ron exchanged glances. Ron gave a small nod and walked out to make sure they remained alone in the house.
"No," Narcissa said quietly. "At least not as far as we know. Draco always tried to keep the threats hidden."
"Threats?"
"After the trials," Lucius replied with a haughty sniff. "Draco received numerous threats from all sides. He betrayed the Death Eaters; he was a Death Eater." And Harry ignored the fact that this was said with barely concealed pride. He was speaking to a dead man, after all, and his prejudiced attitudes clearly had no effect on Scorpius.
"What does Ernie Macmillan have to do with Draco?"
"He's Draco's publisher. And Secret Keeper."
Lucius sniffed. "Obviously. Or you wouldn't be here now."
"We haven't been in contact with Macmillan," Harry replied, wheels turning in his mind. Macmillan had always been a bit of an arse, even at Hogwarts, but Harry had never considered him to be a bad bloke. He'd stayed behind and he'd fought in the Battle of Hogwarts. He'd fought hard and long, as they all had. Obviously they had to pay Macmillan a visit to see just what had happened here.
"Then how are you here?" Narcissa whispered.
"Draco was abducted from nearby," Harry explained. "And Ron and I were looking this way when the house appeared. It was what Scorpius had described to me, so Ron and I came in to see if we couldn't find any extra leads."
"I'm shocked," Lucius put in, "that the Ministry has put you on this case."
"They didn't," Harry said honestly. "Scorpius asked me to find his father, so I am. Are the Floos here blocked?"
"Not outward calls or travel. Draco has no one keyed into the Floo for travel or contact this way, though."
"That's fine. Excuse me." He bowed his head respectfully, grateful for the information he'd been given, and went to the Floo, tossing some powder in and ducking down. "Hermione!" he called and her face appeared moments later.
"Harry? What's going on?"
"We're at Draco's house," he said and waited a beat to let that sink in. "And I need you to find Ernie Macmillan. He's either in on the abduction or he's another victim." And unless Ernie had become a woman in the past few years, Harry was willing to bet that he was a victim. "Also, I think Goyle may be one of the abductors. Find out what Draco testified against his father."
"Right. That's all?"
"Yeah. Thanks." Hermione bobbed her head and retreated, disappearing from the flames. Harry rose, frowning. They had a lead now, but he wondered just what they were after, just what their motive could be. Goyle's, he understood. Revenge. But the woman? What could she want with Draco Malfoy?
Harry looked at the messy desk, frown deepening. He still had questions, but they weren't so important as the certainty Harry felt. The abductors were going to be here soon and he and Ron had to protect this house.
He transfigured the desk into a box, quickly shrank the room's contents, and had it all in the box a moment later. How furious would they be when the discovered Draco's house had already been packed away?
"Potter," Lucius hissed, for he'd left their portrait hanging. "What are you doing?"
"Auror Potter, Mr. Malfoy. And I'm protecting your son's home. With the fidelius charm gone, it's open to attack."
"The charm can't just be gone," Narcissa whispered. "Ernie would've had to remove it."
"And Draco?"
"Well... yes."
Harry nodded. And they wouldn't have to be near the house to do it; just near each other. Either Macmillan had been abducted or he was an abductor. He strode out of the room. "Ron! Start boxing things!"
"Are you mad?" he called from the bottom of the stairs. "We can't just box up a house and take everything with us! It's illegal seizure!"
Sometimes Harry wondered just how much living with Hermione had affected Ron's brain. "We're protecting Malfoy assets and taking in evidence."
"What evidence?"
"If Macmillan's an abductor, there may be something here to incriminate him. And since we're dealing with the victim's things..." He trailed off, letting Ron connect the dots on his own as he went down the hall to another room. Draco's room was boxed next, and then Scorpius's. The washroom and the linen closet were left alone and there was no attic, so Harry trotted downstairs to help Ron.
"Where are you planning on keeping all this?" Ron muttered.
"I think I'll put Scorpius's things in the room I gave him," he decided with a shrug. "May as well surround him with his own things. It may make him feel better."
Ron knew about the nightmares, so only nodded. "Right, then. The rest of it?"
"Shrink the boxes and put them in a closet?" And fight every single urge that came his way in regards to opening the box that held Draco's study... and the books.
Ron walked passed, shaking his head. "This is still technically against the rules, mate."
"No telling Hermione?"
"Agreed." Ron grinned slightly, going into the living room. "I wonder how Muggles stand moving," he mused offhandedly and Harry shook his head, going to the kitchen to see what should be moved there.
He was nearly finished packing or throwing away things in there when a shout from another room alerted him. Wand raised, Harry ran.
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