Disclaimer:Sadly, I am not J.K. Rowling and thus have no power or ownership over the characters of the HP series. I am merely a dedicated fan that loves the characters and respects J.K. Rowling's work. What follows is the work of my fanciful imagination of which I don't receive any profit from other than great joy. If you recognize it then it's not mine.
Summary: Harry has fulfilled his promise to Narcissa and has saved Draco but due to some unforeseen events, their paths are now linked. Draco is hiding something and Harry must find out what. They will both encounter giant obstacles but if they work together they will overcome them and maybe find the love and healing they desperately crave. Slightly AU.
Warning: This is a SLASH fanfic...meaning there will be Male/male love so please be warned...if you don't like then PLEASE don't read! I don't want any FLAMES! There will also be adult situations and adult language so be warned...This story is slightly AU! There may be Mpreg but I am still not certain...so be warned about that as well...just in case...
A/N: Other than that please enjoy and please READ & REVIEW! Thank you.
Chapter 1- Trials and Tribulations
Harry watched as Aurors walked the prisoner toward the chair in the center of the courtroom. The prisoner's once perfectly gelled blond hair now lay flat around his face.
Harry shifted awkwardly in his seat. He did not want to be there but he had promised Malfoy's mother he would help him. Harry's eyes narrowed at the thought of the promise he had made.
He had just awoken from his near death experience and found Mrs. Malfoy's face above his. She had asked urgently after her son and once he had explained that he was safe he could see her eyes close in relief. She then asked him to promise to help her son and Harry had no choice but to accept.
The rest is as they say...history.
Harry had killed Voldemort and now four weeks later he was paying what he owed.
A loud yell called his attention back toward the trial.
"Do you deny your involvement with the Death Eaters, Mr. Malfoy?" The new Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot asked angrily.
Harry had heard the new chief warlock was a very passionate man and that he was vicious against those who bore Voldemort's mark. Harry sighed; this would make his job harder.
Harry turned his attention toward the young man that sat before the Wizengamot. Although Harry could see his shoulders were straight and relaxed, he noticed Malfoy's hands were gripping the chair tightly.
When Malfoy responded his voice was strong and clear "I don't deny my connection but the only thing I ever did was place the vanishing cabinet with in Hogwarts and disarm Professor Dumbledore."
Harry had to admire the man's fortitude even when being faced with twenty witches and wizards glaring down at him.
The Chief warlock seemed to look over some papers before turning back toward Malfoy. "Are you marked, Mr. Malfoy?"
He heard Malfoy sigh before nodding "My father and mother were heavily involved with the Dark Lord...of course I was marked."
Harry could barely hear a small twinge of bitterness that surprised him.
There was a general increase in the whispers of the crowd behind him and from the Wizengamot. He wasn't the only one who had shown up for the trial. Although Malfoy was not a major Death Eater he was the heir to one of the richest and oldest families. Was the heir, Harry reminded himself.
The Wizengamot had already decreed that all of the fortunes and belongings of every Death Eater would be donated toward the reconstruction of the wizarding world. If Malfoy kept his freedom then he would be entering the wizarding world in a much different position.
"Mr. Malfoy, can you provide any evidence or witnesses for your defense?" The chief wizard asked.
Harry straightened his robes and stood up taking this as the perfect opportunity to speak. "If I may speak, chief wizard, I would like to speak on behalf of the defense."
The room erupted in loud whispers of surprise and amazement. Harry rolled his eyes but tried to remain calm. After the chief wizard was able to calm the harsh whispers he turned back toward Harry and motioned for him to approach the stand.
Harry moved quickly toward the center of the courtroom and stood next to Malfoy. He refused to look at the man whom he could feel was watching him in confusion.
"Mr. Potter, it is an honor to have you with us but we are surprised you are defending a Death Eater." The chief wizard's voice had turned soft and Harry was reminded of Umbridge.
Shaking off the memory Harry made sure to make eye contact with as many of the Wizengamot as possible before speaking. "I am here to plead for this man's freedom. He may have made some mistakes but he never killed anyone or committed any crime. We cannot forget that his mother's lie to Voldemort allowed me to kill him. His mother may be dead but we can repay her for that by allowing her son to go free."
He could hear loud angry murmurs disagreeing with his statement but Harry squared his shoulders and continued. "I ask that we all remember that he will no longer have the same social position he once enjoyed and that he has already been imprisoned for four weeks that is punishment enough."
Harry could see that the members of the Wizengamot were seriously considering his proposal. He may hate the fame but at this moment he was grateful for it.
The chief Wizard looked around him before speaking loudly "All those in favor of Mr. Potter's proposal, say I."
Harry watched them carefully but after a few seconds the majority of the members had nodded and said I.
Harry smiled, satisfied that he had done his duty and that he was now free to never see Malfoy again.
When he saw that the majority of the members were in favor of Harry's proposal, the chief warlock seemed to glare at Harry before returning his face to a pleasant smile.
"It seems the members of the Wizengamot agree, Mr. Potter. Mr. Malfoy will be given his freedom but... he will be released into your custody until he is deemed safe to return to wizarding society. We hope that the savior of the wizarding world will be a great influence on the young man."
Harry's smile vanished as he glared up at the smiling wizard. Before he could argue the chief warlock had motioned for the Aurors to come forward and remove Malfoy's bindings.
Now that Malfoy's hands and feet were free he stood up and turned to Harry. For the first time since he had stepped forward Harry looked at the blond man standing next to him.
The grey eyes were stormy with anger and distrust. Although he remained quiet Harry could almost feel the anger that was directed at him from the blond.
Harry nodded toward the Wizengamot and quickly turned toward the exit. He heard Malfoy follow him but Harry hurried trying to leave as much space between them as possible. As he passed the public stands he could hear loud murmurs and the flash of the camera.
Another surge of anger filled him, he had done his duty but now he was stuck with Malfoy. What was he supposed to do with the pratt?
He was out of the courtroom and walking toward the nearest elevator when he realized he no longer heard any footsteps following him.
When he turned he found Malfoy glaring at him with his arms crossed across his chest. Harry noticed Malfoy's body seemed rather thin and he could see dark circles surrounding his angry eyes.
"What, Malfoy?" Harry asked angrily
Malfoy's eyes narrowed "Why did you do it?"
Harry rolled his eyes "You heard my reason, Malfoy. I was only fulfilling an oath I made a few weeks ago but now I'm stuck with you. Now stop being a pratt and hurry up."
Draco scowled before speaking in an angry voice "I don't need your help, Potter."
Harry's patience was slowly thinning so he walked straight up to Malfoy. "In case you didn't hear were stuck with each other so do what I say and get your arse moving."
Harry turned around and walked back toward the lift. He was so focused on the lift that he almost didn't hear Malfoy's response.
"Damn you Potter, damn you to hell. I need my wand, scar head."
Harry closed his eyes before he was tempted to kill the man behind him. He refused to answer the pratt and instead nodded.
When the lift opened Harry stepped inside and waited for Malfoy to join him. He watched as Malfoy slowly made his way toward him. He had not noticed but Malfoy seemed to walk with a slight limp.
Once Malfoy stood next to him the lift door closed and they remained silent for the entire ride. A few moments later the lift door reopened and Harry exited quickly not waiting for Malfoy.
He hurried toward the office at the end of the hall. After a few more minutes he was holding an envelope with Malfoy's release papers and his wand in Harry's other hand.
When he returned to where Malfoy had been standing glaring at the floor, Harry handed the man his wand before speaking.
"They placed a tracking and monitoring charm on it and you won't be able to perform high level spells for a while."
Malfoy scowled but held his wand reverently in his hands. Harry turned away and walked toward the lift once more. Once the two men were inside the doors closed and the angry silence continued for a few minutes before Harry heard Malfoy sigh.
"Where am I supposed to stay?" Malfoy asked quietly
Harry continued to glare but responded "Until I figure something else out you will be staying with me at Grimmauld Place. I live on my own and I'm usually gone so we won't see each other much. Apparently you won't be able to leave the house unless I am with you at least for the first couple of weeks. I'm not really sure how this will work but I will look into a way out of this as soon as possible."
Malfoy glared at him angrily "Believe me Potter, I don't want to be near you so the sooner we are out of this situation the better."
Harry nodded and when the lift opened he once again hurried toward the floo exits. He was tempted to leave Malfoy standing in the middle of the Ministry atrium but in the end he waited patiently as Malfoy limped toward him.
When they were standing in front of one of the floo networks Harry took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote down the address of his home before handing it over to Malfoy.
"Read it then say, "Grimmauld Place"" Harry said quietly
Not waiting to see if Malfoy had any questions Harry stepped forward and quickly disappeared.
When he reappeared in his home, he was surprised when a few seconds later Malfoy stepped out of the floo and onto the sitting room floor.
"Merlin, Potter, ever hear of cleaning spells?"
Harry didn't answer his comment and moved toward the large Firewhiskey decanter on the side table before pouring himself a glass. Not bothering to offer Malfoy some, he took his glass and walked toward the stairs.
"Follow me, Malfoy."
He heard Malfoy's steps behind him as they climbed the stairs. He hoped Mrs. Black's portrait would not begin screaming or his growing headache would only worsen. When they entered the second floor Harry walked toward the first bedroom. "You can use this room for now, Malfoy. The bathroom is across the hall. My bedroom is on the third floor if you need anything just call Kreacher and he will help you."
Without another backward glance Harry hurried back down the hall toward the stairs. He knew the room might be dirty but he couldn't find it in himself to care. Instead, Harry climbed the stairs toward the third floor and walked into his room. Swallowing his drink in one gulp he laid down on his bed closed his eyes. Once again he was forced to do something he had not wanted to do. Would he ever have control over what happened in his life?
He rolled on to his side and settled in hoping that sleep would come soon.
Draco glared angrily at the brunette's back. When the other man disappeared up the stairs Draco finally turned his attention toward the closed door in front of him.
He knew what this house was...or rather what it used to be. This had been his maternal family's home. Something about that brought some comfort to him in this otherwise bleak situation.
Draco opened the door and quickly took a step back. The room was filthy and the bed seemed to be broken. Closing his eyes angrily and damning his father to hell a few more times Draco finally took a step forward.
He quickly fixed the bed before performing many cleaning spells all over the room. Finally, an hour later the room was finally livable.
He had transfigured the bedding into something that would be at least more comfortable but he still had on the prisoner's robes they had given him.
He stood up slowly and walked toward the restroom where he once again had to clean it thoroughly before it was usable.
As he stood under the warm water, Draco finally allowed his shoulders to sag. Before he could stop them, the tears began falling until they came out in quiet sobs. His mother was dead and although he hated his father, his death was also sad. He had lost his fortune and his social standing and if it had not been for a promise his mortal enemy had given his mother then he might have lost his freedom as well. Not to mention the other urgent matter he had to attend to. How could he do so with his life in the hands of Harry bloody Potter?
Anger and helplessness filled him. Once again he was at the mercy of others. Would he ever have control over his life?
When he was done scraping the filth he had accumulated in the Ministry prison, Draco made his way back to his room. As he lay under the soft covers in the center of the bed Draco closed his eyes hoping that this had all just been a nightmare. Maybe he would wake up to the sound of his mother's loving voice as she stroked his hair...not bloody likely.
A/N: I know I still haven't finished my other story but I'm a little stuck on that one and I had this plot rolling around in my head for a couple of weeks so I decided to write two of them at the same time.