Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2007-08-08 18:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp fic draco/harry/remus, hp fic exchanges and fests |
HP fic: Reason Panders Will, part 1 [Draco/Harry/Remus, adult]
Title: Reason Panders Will
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: Draco/Harry/Remus
Rating: adult
Warnings: Rather crackish. Very mild bondage.
Summary: Draco's come to Grimmauld Place for a good reason: to teach Harry Occlumency. Reason doesn't have much to do with what happens after that.
Notes: The title comes from Shakespeare, Hamlet, act iii scene 4. Written for siren_mage for the hpvalensmut exchange, originally posted here. A rarity for me, it is a one-shot but nonetheless too long for a single post, so I am putting it up in two parts.
The werewolf did a double-take when he first saw me sitting next to Harry. Not that his reaction was unusual. I think every member of this Order of the Phoenix did likewise. But most of them then refused to look at me; Remus Lupin seemed unable to stop staring.
After the meeting I thought I'd escape by going down to the kitchen and making myself a cup of tea. Yes, I do know how to make tea without benefit of house-elf. It was one of the first things I learned after Snape and I left Hogwarts so precipitously. I was about to push open the kitchen door when I heard voices and decided to listen for a moment instead. Never pass up a chance to pick up information. You don't know when it might be useful.
"What's the Malfoy boy doing here?" That was Lupin. I remembered his voice from school.
"He turned up inside the house one night, almost two weeks ago. We know Severus must have brought him; it's the only way he could have made it past the Unplottability charm, even though the Fidelius is no longer operative," came Kingsley Shacklebolt's rumble. "Alastor wanted to turn him over to the Ministry immediately."
"Naturally. What stopped him?"
"Young Malfoy insisted that he had to talk to Harry, alone. He even agreed to do it wandless. I don't think Harry's reported it all, but some was word of Voldemort's plans, things that don't involve the werewolves so you couldn't have known them, Remus," said Shacklebolt. "I imagine that there was a deal struck – safety for information."
There was a deal struck, but it involved far more than Shacklebolt imagined. You see, I had come here for a reason. Several, in fact. Some connected to the war, some to personal loyalty, some to strategy. My father was committed to Voldemort; there was no chance that he could get away a second time with claiming he was under the Imperius curse. I, however, could still support the opposing side, which would mean that either way the Malfoys would get through. Snape hadn't needed to point that out to me when he was persuading me to come here.
I banged open the door as if I had just arrived and walked into the kitchen, merely nodding at the two men as I went to put the kettle on. Shacklebolt left, his boot heels thumping loudly on the scuffed wood. Lupin stayed, studying me.
"How do you find being here?"
"It's all right." I shrugged. It was more congenial than staying alone with Snape, that was certain. Order members came and went, but there were always a few in the house. Harry, Granger, and the Weasel most often, and sometimes the Weaselette or one of her parents, and nearly always my half-blood cousin Tonks or another Auror. I wondered sometimes if the Aurors stayed because I wasn't trusted. They had reason. Harry was the only person who knew the full truth... well, most of it. There were a few truths I wasn't prepared to share with him if I could help it, although if I did properly what I was here to do he might discover them regardless.
"Mm. I've never enjoyed having to live among those who distrust me," said Lupin, a wry twist to his lips. "I've certainly done enough of it, though."
"The werewolves?"
"They actually trust me more than most, since I'm one of them." I'd never noticed how gold his eyes were. Perhaps talking about the other werewolves gave them that gleam. "No, I mean most of my life. The Ministry is not... beneficent towards my kind."
"I suppose not." I'd never really thought about it, but werewolves are considered Dark creatures and it made sense. The kettle finally boiled and I made my tea in silence, Lupin still standing there, considering me.
"Was there something you wanted?" I kept my voice as calm as I could. He made me nervous, always had.
"Just to tell you to be careful of Harry." Before I could decide what he meant by that, Lupin continued, "He can be... erratic, sometimes." Now that I already knew. "Whatever you've told him, obviously it was enough to keep him from continuing your ongoing conflict. But with his parents and godfather all dead, I feel a certain responsibility for his well-being; if you hurt him in any way, or get in the way of what he needs to do, you'll answer to me, sooner or later."
I stepped towards him, closer than I was comfortable with myself and apparently closer than he liked, for he stiffened. "I have no intention of hurting Harry. Or of letting him hurt me."
With that I picked up my tea and left him there, staring.
I didn't see Lupin again for several weeks. Working undercover among the werewolves meant that he could not often get away. I assumed there was some method used for passing his information back, or receiving instructions, but no one told me what it was. During those weeks I was busy myself, carrying out my own purpose in being here.