Five Years Later: Section Two
Section two is here for everyone. When the whole thing is done, I'll cross post it everywhere. Done for the talented ile_o and this fab pic
Currently this is un-betad. Seeing as I'm absolute shit at grammar and spelling, do excuse any mistakes.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HarryxDraco
Section One
Section Two Start:
“Has Teddy given you much trouble?” asked Harry while ruffling Teddy's unruly hair. The boy squirmed under Harry's hand.
“None at all,” said Ginny smiling, “I'll see you later.”
“Thanks again,” said Harry gratefully as Ginny picked up her purse, “Work was hectic and went longer than expected.”
She waved off his thanks as she walked out the door with a grin, “Like I've said before, it's nothing.”
“Daddy!” demanded Teddy waving his hands wildly to gain Harry's attention.
“Sorry,” apologized Harry as he wrapped his arms around the boy. Teddy laughed as Harry spun him about. “How was school today, my little firefly?” Teddy attended a private muggle school not far from their home at Grimmauld Place. Harry had thought it best if Teddy was raised both in the muggle and wizard world, to many peoples' confusion. But Hermione had agreed with him and Teddy seemed to be flourishing wonderfully.
Teddy blushed, “Don't call me that!” Harry merely laughed and tickled the embarrassed boy. Back when Teddy had been about four, he had emitted a golden glow for no less than two week- thus earning him the name 'firefly'.
“School was fine,” he finally said hesitantly when Harry ceased to tickle him. Harry frowned. Something was obviously bothering the boy.
“Really?” asked Harry as he set about making tea for his young charge- no, his son- and himself.
“Yeah,” mumbled Teddy as he sat down on a loveseat. Harry sat down as well and hugged the slight boy close to him.
“What's wrong?” Harry asked while stroking the boy's currently black hair.
“Victor O'Conner,” muttered Teddy into Harry's robed chest. Harry sighed. O'Conner was a vicious boy with a wicked attitude.
“Don't worry,” said Harry softly, “I'll take care of it.”
Teddy nodded before sitting up and sipping his tea.
An owl tapped a window, causing Harry and Teddy to look abruptly at it. Teddy jumped up and let the bird into the room. The barn owl soared over to Harry. Harry fumbled for a moment to loosed the letter causing the owl to give some very impatient noises.
“Hey, don't give me that,” chastised Harry, “I'm doing my best here. Someone tied some blasted knot.” As soon as Harry freed the letter, Teddy appeared with an owl treat in hand for the bird. The owl hooted gratefully before snatching the treat and taking off into the twilight sky.
“Who's it from?” asked Teddy curiously, his legs dangling off the couch. Harry shrugged and inspected the letter, sighing when he saw the Department of Magical Law Enforcement seal.
“Ministry of Magic,” he said simply while opening the letter and reading the parchment inside.
Potter,
We're one auror short for the Deatheater and sympathizer inspection on Friday. Could you come in and help out? You'd get two weeks paid vacation for it.
Amelia Bones
Harry sighed for what seemed the thousandth time that day. The incentive was nice but he'd have to get someone to watch Teddy after school again. These inspections usually took hours. Hopefully Molly Weasley wouldn't mind too much. And as he thought about it, Harry warmed up to the idea. He'd have to be away from Teddy for couple of hours but he'd get two weeks with just solely his son. Yes, that would do nicely.
“Teddy.”
Teddy looked up, “Yes?”
“Can you fetch Excalibur for me?” inquired Harry as he summoned a quill and parchment. Toddy nodded before running off and Harry penned a quick message of acquiescence.
XxxXx
Wednesday, Teddy had school and Kingsley, feeling generous for some reason, had given Harry the day off. Perhaps, mused Harry, it had something to do with yesterday's incident with Mephistopheles. That and the fact that he would be working on Friday were definitely good reasons.
Whatever the case, Harry had decided to use the day to venture into muggle London and run a few errands. Hermione had promised to try and meet him for lunch but one never knew with Hermione's job- she was Amelia Bone's personal secretary at the DMLE; a hectic job to say the least.
After accomplishing what he had set out to do that day, Harry entered a small cafe, offering a small hello to the staff before sitting down at a table near a small fireplace that burned merrily. Harry's eyes glazed over as they perused the well-worn menu listlessly. Hermione and he came here so often that reading the menu was more of a ritual than an actual need. Suddenly, the cafe door swung open violently, it's bells jingling quickly. Harry gave a chuckle as Hermione raced over to the table, her curly hair bouncing everywhere.
“Sorry I'm late!” she said breathlessly while sliding into the seat opposite of Harry, “An explosion happened in Knockturn Alley. Everyone's fine but the paperwork was hell, Julie lost the I-67 form and-”
“Shush,” laughed Harry, “I get the picture and I swear only get here five minutes ago.” Hermione looked indignant.
“You could at least offer some sympathy,” she remarked playfully as a waiter wandered over, “Two Mediterranean salads, two french onion soups, and two espressos- the strongest you've got.” The waiter nodded, use to and thus unfazed by Hermione's rapid way of ordering.
“But,” interjected Harry thoughtfully, a glint of a playful smirk in his eyes, “You'd just throw my sympathy aside. And what use is it wasting my sympathy? And on you!”
Hermione smiled, “Too true. You know me too well.”
“I should hope so,” sniffed Harry dramatically, “We have know each other since we were eleven.”
“That seems ages ago . . .” remarked Hermione somewhat nostalgically, “So much has changed.” Harry nodded in agreement before talking.
“But the only thing we can do is learn from the past and continue to live our lives,” he said passively.
“Yes . . .” said Hermione slowly as the waiter brought out their drinks, “So I heard they-” Whatever Hermione was going to say was cut off as screams erupted from the street outside. Both Hermione and Harry stood up immediately, lunch completely forgotten.
“ Oi!” warned the waiter as the pair raced for the door, “Don't be going out there! It's dangerous!” Hermione slowed as Harry ran on ahead. She flashed the man an indulgent smile.
“Don't worry, we're just doing our job,” she muttered before hitting him with a quick obliviate.
“What's the situation,” she asked as she caught up to Harry who had gone on ahead. Muggles were running in panic everywhere and Harry's eyes spotted several fallen bodies. All Harry could do at the moment for them was to hope they weren't dead. Right now, he had other things to focus on.
“We've got several down,” murmured Harry as he surveyed the scene, “Go check the wounds, I'll cover you.” Hermione nodded and quickly ran over to the closet body.
“This one's alive,” she said quickly, “But the wound . . . It's magical.”
Harry's eyes widened, “Not good.”
He looked over the scene of destruction and panic. There . . . he though. Amidst the rubble of the now destroyed sidewalk and street was a figure swathed in pitch black robes. Harry's auror instincts kicked in and he was instantly ready for anything. It appeared that the figure was all alone but . . . Ah . . . There was another hidden in the alleyway sniping spells at unsuspecting muggles. Both were armed only with wands and seemed to be casting at a rather average level.
“Cover me 'Mione,” Harry muttered. She nodded and they both stealthily crept forward, arms outstretched and hands grasping wands tightly. A stunning spell came their way but Hermione easily blocked it, disarmed the figure in the alley and stunned he, for the figure was a woman. Harry continued his approach towards the masked figure in the street.
“Auror Potter,” chuckled the figure nastily, “Should've know they would've sent you of all people.”
Harry didn't bother telling the strange man that no one had sent him. Better to let him think that Harry had the upper hand.
“Well, you won't get far,” spat the man. Harry's eyes widened as the mysterious man snatched a girl lying on the street. Harry breathed evenly knowing that he had to maintain his composure.
“Stop!” commanded Harry even as the man hit the girl with a sickly green hex that was thankfully not the killing curse, “You're under arrest for asualting muggles and wizards and breaking the Statue of Secrecy. Stop now and your sentence may be lessened.”
The man sneered and roughly shoved the tip of his wand against the now crying girl's head, “I think you're the one who should be stopping. Put your wand down Potter or she's gone.”
Harry sighed inwardly, these bad guy types were all the same. But he knew that didn't make the, and less dangerous. Harry slowly and calmly placed his wand on the ground and kicked it forward for good measure.
“Now let the girl go,” he said, “My wand's on the ground.”
“You're a fool, Potter!” shouted the man gleefully, “Let me crush your spirit! AVADA KE-”
But the man got no further as Harry quickly pulled a second wand from a hidden holster and hit the man with a well placed stunner. Harry snatched up his other wand while running to the girl.
“Harry!” screamed Hermione.
Harry turned swiftly to see another cloaked figure and a beam of yellow-green light that hit him painfully in his left leg. He heard Hermione curse and stung the figure before sending her patronus to the ministry.
“Fuck,” gritted Harry through clenched teeth. His leg had taken on a greenish hue and had a sharp pain running through it. An awful stench rose to Harry's nose.
“Oh Merlin!” exclaimed Hermione as she saw his leg, “Is it . . .”
“Rotting?” finished Harry, “Unfortunately, yes. And it's spreading.” Hermione quickly placed a stasis charm on it. Just then, the sounds of apparating wizards and witches filled the air.
“What the hell is this?” asked a red-headed auror as he ran over to Hermione and Harry.
“The usual,” answered Harry nonchalantly, “Except my leg. It's rotting.”
“Merlin's balls,” swore Ron as he approached. Hermione didn't even bother to comment on her husband's coarse language, “We need to get him to St. Mungo's. I've placed a stasis charm to prevent it from spreading but it won't hold much longer.”
Harry winced as another shot of pain ran up his leg, “Better hurry. The curse is about to break through the charm.” Ron immediately ran over to where Amelia Bones now stood shouting out orders to aurors, oblivator teams and field medics.
“We've got to go to St. Mungo's,” Ron told her breathlessly, “Harry's hurt badly and field medics won't help at this point.”
A concerned frown wrinkled across Amelia's face, “Go.” Ron nodded before heading back to Hermione and Harry.
“Hermione, you apparate and take Harry. I'll meet you at St. Mungo's.”
Hermione and the rest of them disappeared with only the quietest of cracks.
Currently this is un-betad. Seeing as I'm absolute shit at grammar and spelling, do excuse any mistakes.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: HarryxDraco
Section One
Section Two Start:
“Has Teddy given you much trouble?” asked Harry while ruffling Teddy's unruly hair. The boy squirmed under Harry's hand.
“None at all,” said Ginny smiling, “I'll see you later.”
“Thanks again,” said Harry gratefully as Ginny picked up her purse, “Work was hectic and went longer than expected.”
She waved off his thanks as she walked out the door with a grin, “Like I've said before, it's nothing.”
“Daddy!” demanded Teddy waving his hands wildly to gain Harry's attention.
“Sorry,” apologized Harry as he wrapped his arms around the boy. Teddy laughed as Harry spun him about. “How was school today, my little firefly?” Teddy attended a private muggle school not far from their home at Grimmauld Place. Harry had thought it best if Teddy was raised both in the muggle and wizard world, to many peoples' confusion. But Hermione had agreed with him and Teddy seemed to be flourishing wonderfully.
Teddy blushed, “Don't call me that!” Harry merely laughed and tickled the embarrassed boy. Back when Teddy had been about four, he had emitted a golden glow for no less than two week- thus earning him the name 'firefly'.
“School was fine,” he finally said hesitantly when Harry ceased to tickle him. Harry frowned. Something was obviously bothering the boy.
“Really?” asked Harry as he set about making tea for his young charge- no, his son- and himself.
“Yeah,” mumbled Teddy as he sat down on a loveseat. Harry sat down as well and hugged the slight boy close to him.
“What's wrong?” Harry asked while stroking the boy's currently black hair.
“Victor O'Conner,” muttered Teddy into Harry's robed chest. Harry sighed. O'Conner was a vicious boy with a wicked attitude.
“Don't worry,” said Harry softly, “I'll take care of it.”
Teddy nodded before sitting up and sipping his tea.
An owl tapped a window, causing Harry and Teddy to look abruptly at it. Teddy jumped up and let the bird into the room. The barn owl soared over to Harry. Harry fumbled for a moment to loosed the letter causing the owl to give some very impatient noises.
“Hey, don't give me that,” chastised Harry, “I'm doing my best here. Someone tied some blasted knot.” As soon as Harry freed the letter, Teddy appeared with an owl treat in hand for the bird. The owl hooted gratefully before snatching the treat and taking off into the twilight sky.
“Who's it from?” asked Teddy curiously, his legs dangling off the couch. Harry shrugged and inspected the letter, sighing when he saw the Department of Magical Law Enforcement seal.
“Ministry of Magic,” he said simply while opening the letter and reading the parchment inside.
Potter,
We're one auror short for the Deatheater and sympathizer inspection on Friday. Could you come in and help out? You'd get two weeks paid vacation for it.
Amelia Bones
Harry sighed for what seemed the thousandth time that day. The incentive was nice but he'd have to get someone to watch Teddy after school again. These inspections usually took hours. Hopefully Molly Weasley wouldn't mind too much. And as he thought about it, Harry warmed up to the idea. He'd have to be away from Teddy for couple of hours but he'd get two weeks with just solely his son. Yes, that would do nicely.
“Teddy.”
Teddy looked up, “Yes?”
“Can you fetch Excalibur for me?” inquired Harry as he summoned a quill and parchment. Toddy nodded before running off and Harry penned a quick message of acquiescence.
XxxXx
Wednesday, Teddy had school and Kingsley, feeling generous for some reason, had given Harry the day off. Perhaps, mused Harry, it had something to do with yesterday's incident with Mephistopheles. That and the fact that he would be working on Friday were definitely good reasons.
Whatever the case, Harry had decided to use the day to venture into muggle London and run a few errands. Hermione had promised to try and meet him for lunch but one never knew with Hermione's job- she was Amelia Bone's personal secretary at the DMLE; a hectic job to say the least.
After accomplishing what he had set out to do that day, Harry entered a small cafe, offering a small hello to the staff before sitting down at a table near a small fireplace that burned merrily. Harry's eyes glazed over as they perused the well-worn menu listlessly. Hermione and he came here so often that reading the menu was more of a ritual than an actual need. Suddenly, the cafe door swung open violently, it's bells jingling quickly. Harry gave a chuckle as Hermione raced over to the table, her curly hair bouncing everywhere.
“Sorry I'm late!” she said breathlessly while sliding into the seat opposite of Harry, “An explosion happened in Knockturn Alley. Everyone's fine but the paperwork was hell, Julie lost the I-67 form and-”
“Shush,” laughed Harry, “I get the picture and I swear only get here five minutes ago.” Hermione looked indignant.
“You could at least offer some sympathy,” she remarked playfully as a waiter wandered over, “Two Mediterranean salads, two french onion soups, and two espressos- the strongest you've got.” The waiter nodded, use to and thus unfazed by Hermione's rapid way of ordering.
“But,” interjected Harry thoughtfully, a glint of a playful smirk in his eyes, “You'd just throw my sympathy aside. And what use is it wasting my sympathy? And on you!”
Hermione smiled, “Too true. You know me too well.”
“I should hope so,” sniffed Harry dramatically, “We have know each other since we were eleven.”
“That seems ages ago . . .” remarked Hermione somewhat nostalgically, “So much has changed.” Harry nodded in agreement before talking.
“But the only thing we can do is learn from the past and continue to live our lives,” he said passively.
“Yes . . .” said Hermione slowly as the waiter brought out their drinks, “So I heard they-” Whatever Hermione was going to say was cut off as screams erupted from the street outside. Both Hermione and Harry stood up immediately, lunch completely forgotten.
“ Oi!” warned the waiter as the pair raced for the door, “Don't be going out there! It's dangerous!” Hermione slowed as Harry ran on ahead. She flashed the man an indulgent smile.
“Don't worry, we're just doing our job,” she muttered before hitting him with a quick obliviate.
“What's the situation,” she asked as she caught up to Harry who had gone on ahead. Muggles were running in panic everywhere and Harry's eyes spotted several fallen bodies. All Harry could do at the moment for them was to hope they weren't dead. Right now, he had other things to focus on.
“We've got several down,” murmured Harry as he surveyed the scene, “Go check the wounds, I'll cover you.” Hermione nodded and quickly ran over to the closet body.
“This one's alive,” she said quickly, “But the wound . . . It's magical.”
Harry's eyes widened, “Not good.”
He looked over the scene of destruction and panic. There . . . he though. Amidst the rubble of the now destroyed sidewalk and street was a figure swathed in pitch black robes. Harry's auror instincts kicked in and he was instantly ready for anything. It appeared that the figure was all alone but . . . Ah . . . There was another hidden in the alleyway sniping spells at unsuspecting muggles. Both were armed only with wands and seemed to be casting at a rather average level.
“Cover me 'Mione,” Harry muttered. She nodded and they both stealthily crept forward, arms outstretched and hands grasping wands tightly. A stunning spell came their way but Hermione easily blocked it, disarmed the figure in the alley and stunned he, for the figure was a woman. Harry continued his approach towards the masked figure in the street.
“Auror Potter,” chuckled the figure nastily, “Should've know they would've sent you of all people.”
Harry didn't bother telling the strange man that no one had sent him. Better to let him think that Harry had the upper hand.
“Well, you won't get far,” spat the man. Harry's eyes widened as the mysterious man snatched a girl lying on the street. Harry breathed evenly knowing that he had to maintain his composure.
“Stop!” commanded Harry even as the man hit the girl with a sickly green hex that was thankfully not the killing curse, “You're under arrest for asualting muggles and wizards and breaking the Statue of Secrecy. Stop now and your sentence may be lessened.”
The man sneered and roughly shoved the tip of his wand against the now crying girl's head, “I think you're the one who should be stopping. Put your wand down Potter or she's gone.”
Harry sighed inwardly, these bad guy types were all the same. But he knew that didn't make the, and less dangerous. Harry slowly and calmly placed his wand on the ground and kicked it forward for good measure.
“Now let the girl go,” he said, “My wand's on the ground.”
“You're a fool, Potter!” shouted the man gleefully, “Let me crush your spirit! AVADA KE-”
But the man got no further as Harry quickly pulled a second wand from a hidden holster and hit the man with a well placed stunner. Harry snatched up his other wand while running to the girl.
“Harry!” screamed Hermione.
Harry turned swiftly to see another cloaked figure and a beam of yellow-green light that hit him painfully in his left leg. He heard Hermione curse and stung the figure before sending her patronus to the ministry.
“Fuck,” gritted Harry through clenched teeth. His leg had taken on a greenish hue and had a sharp pain running through it. An awful stench rose to Harry's nose.
“Oh Merlin!” exclaimed Hermione as she saw his leg, “Is it . . .”
“Rotting?” finished Harry, “Unfortunately, yes. And it's spreading.” Hermione quickly placed a stasis charm on it. Just then, the sounds of apparating wizards and witches filled the air.
“What the hell is this?” asked a red-headed auror as he ran over to Hermione and Harry.
“The usual,” answered Harry nonchalantly, “Except my leg. It's rotting.”
“Merlin's balls,” swore Ron as he approached. Hermione didn't even bother to comment on her husband's coarse language, “We need to get him to St. Mungo's. I've placed a stasis charm to prevent it from spreading but it won't hold much longer.”
Harry winced as another shot of pain ran up his leg, “Better hurry. The curse is about to break through the charm.” Ron immediately ran over to where Amelia Bones now stood shouting out orders to aurors, oblivator teams and field medics.
“We've got to go to St. Mungo's,” Ron told her breathlessly, “Harry's hurt badly and field medics won't help at this point.”
A concerned frown wrinkled across Amelia's face, “Go.” Ron nodded before heading back to Hermione and Harry.
“Hermione, you apparate and take Harry. I'll meet you at St. Mungo's.”
Hermione and the rest of them disappeared with only the quietest of cracks.