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Harry was sitting by the edge of the cliff inhaling August breeze and trying to relax while he had a chance. He had asked Mr. Malfoy if he could stay at the cottage while he was busy with some undoubtedly shady business. It was great to break out from the stuffy little town he had spent most of his childhood at and was eager to leave forever someday. Here, the nature seemed uncontained and unmovable. No viscous sunlit streets consisting of the houses so identical one had to question their sanity once in a while. Only fresh sea air, whisper of the woods and the sky so close, it melts into the horizon. Maybe someday he would buy himself a small cabin at the similar area and hide from everyone. He was sometimes jealous of Hagrid after all.

Harry breathed in the earthly smell and closed his eyes. Even his recurring headaches seemed to subside a little.

The rest of Malfoy family were due tomorrow so he wouldn't be able to spend time here, and the «birthday party» was to happen in ten days. It made him feel like he was behind some schedule, noone had shown to him. And it was crazy to realize that unlike previous occasions, he was actively participating in arranging the schedule. The thought tasted bitter. He wished he could spend this day relaxing, but worries about upcoming events wouldn't stop popping up in his head.

At least when the Malfoys are safely moved to the cottage, he'll have one worry less, and the feeling of it surprised him. It wasn't like he grew on Lucius Malfoy, though he had to admit that his input was invaluable. Enough, at least, to put up with the man's overall bigotry. Narcissa Malfoy he had seen only once, but he had heard that she was Sirius's cousin, and however complicated relationships they might have, Harry doubted his godfather ever wished her harm. After all even though Dudley was the pain in the ass, Harry wouldn't want him seriously hurt or dead.

Another pain in the ass was the Malfoys' son. Harry didn't even try to imagine his reaction to the current arrangement. Though he had to acknowledge the slight disappointment he felt, when he realized the ferret might not be coming back to school. He did irritate the living daylights out of Harry, but in hindsight, their randevous were never boring at least. And after all, he was a loyal enemy, never changing his attitude unlike most of his housemates and even some friends. That stung. But Harry had already decided that their friendship with Ron having survived so much would survive this as well. It had to become stronger even.

Flutter of wings dragged him out of his thoughts. When he opened his eyes, a disheveled brown owl was sitting near him looking so upset Harry was thankful he carried Headwig 's treats around at all times. When the exchange was made, the owl took off eargely and Harry unfolded the letter.

Our dear little friend,

All is set for your birthday party, but we're afraid not everyone will get their invitations as the communicator may not work on the other end.

Also, Ron is sorry he cannot come this time, he is visiting our aunt and won't be back to the date.

We also are occupied, sorry mate, but the fireworks we promised will be ready by the celebration.

We are sending you six boxes, nine in each. Don't overexhaust yourself with homework.

Cheers!

Great, Harry thought. The twins were carrying out their part of the plan impeccably, as he had not doubted they would. They even moved Ron out of the way, so he wouldn't ask unwanted questions about Harry's sudden relationship improvent with his cousin. He felt a bit guilty knowing what a visit to Ron's aunt implied, but he couldn't help it anyway.

The fireworks cover they undoubtedly made up for their dad would make him want to brag about how good they were doing with their new startup at any opportunity. What he needed was to present such oportunity.

On Saturday morning they meet up at school for final touches and make a detour to Diagon alley for «birthday shopping». Harry mentally drew the lines in his to-do list. The most difficult part left was to get Remus to help him. Not in itself, but Harry couldn't decide if he was ready to confide everything, at the same time he didn't want Remus to get dragged into this blindly.

He sighed and laid on his back closing his eyes again. He had one more hour here and he was determined to spend it at lest trying to relax and not think about everything at once. That seemed like a more difficult task each passing day. But right at that moment he couldn't change or do anything anyway, might as well lie and enjoy this opportunity, hoping he would get some more in his life. The sun was gentle alternatly covered by light clouds and the grass smelled as upcoming rain and soil. His thoughts were getting slower and quieter. Even quieter than the grasshoppers sitting nearby. He started to feel as if he was at the bottom of the sea and the water covering him was moving slowly left and right. Left and right..

A hour later Lucius Malfoy came to pick him up and they were having obligatory tea. It was difficult to gauge his mood, but the man didn't seem more tensed than usual, which was good probably in the current situation.

“The stage is ready,” Harry said putting away his spoon after having stirred his tea for a tad too long, “But they're gonna know,” he warned.

Malfoy looked at him, expression serious. “You told they can be trusted. It has gotten too far and there is no point in risking, if we can make sure. Also I trust you with the safety of my family,” he added pointedly.

Harry could only agree, which annyed him a bit.

“Why are you helping with the plan?” he asked instead.

“So I do not miss the opportunity to see the ministry humiliate themselves, of course,” the man answered with a dark smirk.

Harry couldn’t tell what he was expecting – he shook his head mentally.

“One more thing,” Harry said realising it was him this time saying it. The same realization hit the man judging by his displeased expression.

“I will need to see Remus soon. What should I tell him?” Harry asked knowing full well Malfoy understood what he was referring to.

This time the man's face revealed nothing, when he answered. “I am not qualified to judge his personality, so you should decide yourself. Now that you are helping, my family is your responsibility as well.”

The hell would freeze, Harry thought irritated, if Lucius Malfoy stopped being a manipulative bastard. He didn't answer though, just put some jam on his cone and continued with the tea.

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“So,” Fred said sending a judging look at a picture of a small Dudley surrounded by presents. Meanwhile George was turning tumblers on a kitchen hood and Harry was getting a headache.

“So,” Harry answered pushing a vase of fruit towards them hoping it would be distracton enough, “I need you to mention to your dad that I am going to have my early birthday celebration with my causin and his friends on Sunday the 30th. That way it is more probable they choose this date and we won't have to guess and wait.”

Fred raised his brows doutful, “Is he gonna believe it?” he inquired biting off half a banana.

Harry sent a quick look at George. Food, it seemed, wasn't able to lure him away from the device. Harry sighed, it would have worked so well with Ron. He was getting the feeling that aunt Petunia would find out somehow.

“I'm asking you, because I know you can make anyone believe anything,” Harry said fake innocently.

“That you are right, our young friend!” George prattled hopping on a stool, “But lying to our own father!” he cluched at his chest dramatically, “Outrageous!”

It would have had more effect, if he didn't start laughing immediately. Harry shook his head smiling.

George put his elbows on a table and moved his face right in front of Harry's.

“Listen, we don't want to pull a Hermione here,” He stareted looking him soulfully in the eye, “But do you know what you are doing?”

Harry took his time turning eyes to Fred, who was eyeing at him as intently as his brother. Such serious expressions on their faces scared the hell out of him.

“Honestly,” he started tiredly “I have no freaking idea what I'm doing. What I know, is I don't have much choice if I want to get out of this alive.” He met George's eyes. They kept eye contact for exactly three seconds.

“Good enough for me. Fred?” he said turning to his brother.

Fred smiled mischievously. “You have our support whether or not ot gets fucked up, you know, right?”

Harry knew, “Thank you,” he said quietly.

“Always welcome!” George answed cheerfully. “Now, do you want some of our products to rest on your awful causin?”

“I might be interested,” Harry smiled brightly and poured them more tea.

Dear mr. Lovegood.

I have heard of your magazine through some friends of mine and got very interestined. As the Daily Prophet proved to be a source of information that cannot be trusted, I was pointed out that it was not the only one the Magic Britain has to offer. I would like to purchase a year subscription.

Kindest regards,

Harry Potter

Remus,

There is something I wish to discuss with you concerning my academic problems that Hermione, however bright she might be, cannot help me with. Your insight and help would be life saving.

If you're free on Friday, please meet me at the place that serves cabbage I've told you about, I hope cats don't irritate you too much, and solemnly swear it won't take long.

Yours,

Harry

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Monday morning though a tad gloomy was smooothed by a pretty view of the sea opening from the cottage observatory. Harry had hoped to vist it and was pleased to have a chance as he took a liking to it from the very first sight.

Lucius Malfoy’s serious stare didn’t add to pleasant atmosphere unfortunately. Nevertheless, it was what he had to go through, so Harry decided to make do.

”So,” the man started dragging his glare from the papers lying in front of him to Harry, “Your advisors did not demand to know, where your insights came from?”

It seemed he was still suspicious about Harry's Sunday meeting.

“No,” Harry simply answered, then saw an intent stare and sighed internally. “They were intrigued and aslo quite pleased that I have something going on which they consider interesting life.”

“Charming,” Malfoy stated, seemingly disgusted.

“And also works in my favour. Which is why I turn to them with any dubious business. If we aim for sabotage, they're my best bet,” he parried cheerfully.

It might seem strange that he didn't turn to his friends first, but Harry really didn't want to drag them through everything if he could help it. The situation was escalating and he had alredy caused a lot of trouble throughout four years. The guilt he was trying to lift by avoiding including his friends this time was slowly replaced by the guilt for excluding them. And it was too much of an emotional torment to afford at the moment. So he sighed and turned to the papers on the table.

“The accusation of using magic while underage can be avoided if I get someone of age do it,” he suggested in a questioning tone. He should have paid more attention to magic society rules throughout the years.

“Your variants?” Malfoy asked. Thankfully, not dismissing Harry suggestion right away.

“Well, it can be Fred or George,” he said, not exactly happy to drag more Hogwars students so far into his mess. It was bad enough he had to ask their help at all. “There's also Remus.”

“The wolf?” Malfoy said not even trying to hide his disdain.

“Exactly,” Harry answered in a steal tone. “And probably the only person, who would support my endeavour of hiding your family.”

Harry tried to control his temper, but it was a challange. He wasn't good at tolerating prejudice and firmly believed that in rapidly changing circumstances people needed to learn to overcome their differences. Even Lucius Malfoy. Especially him.

“Moreover,” he added in a calmer voice. “If it comes to choosing between me and Dumbledore, now that I conceal some important details from him, I'm positive, Remus will take my side.”

“So will your godfather.”Malfoy said, not questioning.

“How do you..? It doesn't matter,” Harry shook his head. “So will he, but I can't guarantee, he doesn't think I've gone nuts if he finds out about you. Also he's in hiding and I don't want to alert him and jeopardize his safety.”

Malfoy nodded thoughtful. “Is he the reason you decided to go behind Dumbledore's back?” He asked. The man was probably still calculating Harry’s trustworthiness. And won’t stop anytime soon, being who he was.

The question was good though. Harry didn't want Malfoy to think it was easy to sway him from Dumbledore or make him question the headmaster's authority. The damage had been done before their agreement though, and Harry would hate to pretend.

“I know, Sirius is in a difficult position. But I doubt the imposibility of taking him out of it. It looks more like reluctance..” Harry leaned back and rubbed his face tiredly, then continued.

“I saw Snape’s mark when they irterrogated Crouch. Still he works at school, and I'm sure that's because that was, how professor Dumbledore wanted it”

Harry was afraid to even try to look into the reasons why Dumbledore let Sirius's case rest. Both times.

Did he really believe Sirius was capable of it, Very unlikely. Dumbledore might have seemed like a kind old man throwing lemon candies around, but after four years at school it was obvious for Harry, that he saw the game of chess if not entirely then almost till the one but last move. And if Harry was honest with himself, he didn’t want to be any figure on the board.

Malfoy seemed to have read his desperate expression and graciously changed the topic.

“Underage magic is not the only thing they might want to charge you of. That simply will not be enough and will antagonize the public, who are not going to be happy anyway. Offence to the status of secrecy is their best chance,so they are going to lure you to use the patronus charms in front of muggles.

Harry deflated. Would they really go that far? Wasn’t it inhumane not only using such means but also trying to sweep Voldemort’s return under the rug.

He felt the rage again. It was rising up from his fingertips, stinging untill it found it’s home at his stomach turning heavily.

“Can we turn the tables?” He asked grimly.

“What do you mean?” Malfoy inquired interested.

“I know, that’s what they do, but it doesn’t mean it’s right,” Harry sighed trying to get his bearings and not sound too childish. “Their plan is not just insane, it’s illegal. Is there a way to not only disrupt it, but also discredit the ministry as much as possible?”

He looked up to gauge the man’s reaction and sighed in relief. Now Malfoy no longer seemed suspicious, rather certain and even pleased.

“You chose the right person to ask,” the man said with a dangerous smirk.

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Pleasant salty breeze was combing his hair and Harry felt a little lighter looking at the sea. Still he was somewhat groggy and grumpy, as Lucius Malfoy had decided that eight in the morning was the perfect time to start the day.

Harry turned to assess the cottage. It was quite spacy, but only consisted of a ground floor. Harry could see two chimney pipes over gray tiles paving the roof. White walls were touched by ivy in some places and an outstanding part of the cottage next to the entrance ended up in an observatory ovrerlooking the sea. A small garden, visible from behind the walls, gradually dispersed into the woods. It was pretty and not too grand. Harry was surprised having expected Malfoy to downplay.

“May I come in?” he asked turning to the man.

“You must. Part of the incantation is to be performed from the inside.” Malfoy said not unpleasantly. The early hours did not cast a shadow upon his mood, it seemed. Or he was just anticipating the moment he could feel that his family was safe, Harry thought sobering up.

He moved do the entrance slowly waiting for Malfoy to do the same and get inside first. He didn't do it from caution, he realized, but because he felt it would be impolite to enter before the man did.

When Malfoy opened the door as he had hoped and they entered, Harry was met with a view of a cosy living room with two leather armchairs turned to a fireplace.

“Are they connected?” Harry asked, simply to say something. He was feeling slightly like he was intruding despite having been invited.

“No. I do not have a specialist, that I would trust enough to reaveal such a posession” Malfoy replied.

Harry felt for the man for a second. He knew the feeling of being cut off from the conveniences one is used to take for granted. He missed miriads of small things that the magic world was, and, that gradually became second nature throughout every school year. It must've been tough for someone who had spent their whole life surrounded by all of it

“So,” Harry clapped his hands. “Let's get started !” He pronounced with fake enthusiasm , which got him a lifted brow from Malfoy. He and Snape were totally frinds, Harry thought. Hoping to find a way to broach the subject.

“There,” Malfoy said leading the way and indicating a free space near the dining table that had been apparently moved, “Is the heart of the house.”

Harry took the place. He repeated the incantation internally before moving his wand. When he closed his eyes and pronounced the spell, he felt white shimmer slythering along the floorboards, up the walls and encircling the roof. The light felt pleasant and safe, it seeped through the windows and covered the grounds around. Harry was sure that if he opened his eyes, there would me no shimmering. When it vanished, he knew the spell was starting to work.

He turned to Malfoy, the man looked content. Harry was surprised how small time it took. That was what he loved about magic. The simplicity that accompanied changing. It was the downside as well, he realized and wondered not for the first time, why in magical society, where helping was so easy, people didn't do it more often. And why there were the ones who strived to make others' lives complicated.

Harry followed Malfoy outside through the back door that led to the garden and stood where he was shown facing the woods. He closed his eyes again to witness the spell work. This time the light that he felt was more to the golden. It seemd to come from every leaf and from withing the water. Did Malfoy choose this place specifically, Harry wondered.

When he asked about it over the tea which was very to the point in Harry's opinion, he noticed slight confusion flicker in the man's features, but he managed to return the neutral expression quickly.

“This charms are very old,” he explained, “That is why they dwell upon the magic that is everywhere and any natural objects would enhence it. It is actually difficult to find a place where it would not be true. Even in cities the ground that holds the place whould suffice as a source,” Malfoy lectured in a measured tone.

The man seemed much calmer now. Harry didn't expect, that meeting condition of the deal would make him a much more pleasant person. He realized nevertheless, what was at stake.

“Is your son coming back to Hogwarts in September?” he decided to ask. It would be good to know some more about the family's plans

“I have not decided yet. When it becomes clear that I left Malfoy manor in three weeks it will put a target on his back.”

“But the school is..” Harry tried to protest, but stumbled over the man's look.

“Safe,” Malfoy stated snidely, “Starting from your joined trip into the forbidden forest in the middle of the night and finishing with a fake teacher this year and the one, who wore Voldemort at the back of his head, I cannont say the place is safe in better days. Not to mention that now the ministry will definitely try to interfere.”

Harry had to agree, unfortunately. He imagined having someone waiting back home. What would their reaction be? Or, if in a parallel universe Dudley was the one studying in Hogwars, aunt Petunia would leave no stone unturned for such incompetence. However the place was his home, so he didn't want to agree aloud.”

“How did you find out about the face on Kvirell's head” he asked instead. It wasn't public knowledge he was sure.

“I am a board member, and we were to be informed,” Malfoy said arrogantly.

“Which you were not,” Harry said expectantly. Would Dumbledore reveal such details to the board. Even if he did, the most would consider him either loony or conspiring, so there was no point trying.

Malfoy put his cup on the saucer and took his time. He looked like a person who didn't want to disclose this information, but sill considered doing it in the name of their joined forces. And Harry wasn't intending to miss the opportunity.

“Let me say, I have my sources,” he tried to evade, which made Harry impatient.

He wasn't good in political conversation. What he was good at was being bold and inartificial which didn't always work in his favour, but worked enough and that was what counted.

“I'm gonna ask you directly,” he said forcing all of his brave stupidity, “Where does Snape stand politically?”

The man's surprise, although quick didn't go unnoticed. It was good, Harry hoped.

“I cannot say,” Malfoy held up his hand when Harry tried to answer. “Not because I do not wish to, or consider it a secret. I really am not sure.

I am informed that Dumbledore trusts him immensely, but so does the Lord. We did not dwell on these topics a lot not to comprise our relations, I would think. And we did not have an opportunity to discuss the latest complications. Even if we did, I would not be entirely certain of his position, because he is very protective of it. And that is totally understandable.

What I am certain about is that he would not put my family to harm regardless the choice that we make.”

“He did try to convince you to get rid of the diary though.” Harry said thoughtful, only then realising his mistake. He should learn to stop thinking aloud. The silencing charms had made him careless.

Harry looked up to see Malfoy's inquisitive brow.

“I also have my sources,” he tried, hoping the man would let it slide, which he seemed to. Probably he took pity on his inadeptness and decided to leave it for later. No hope this python of a man would let this go.

“Why are you even asking?” Malfoy inquired instead.

That was a good question. Why was he so interested in political position of a man who loved to hate him. Snape did, however, save Harry's and his friends' asses a couple of instances, very on time he had to admit.

“As you said,” Harry started after a pause, “He is trusted at both sides. Wouldn't it be helpful to know if I have one less or one more headache?”

“I cannot advise you this time, I am afraid,” Malfoy said, “It is easier to read a room of strangers sometimes, as they almost all have the motivation of vanity greed or love. With Severus I would not dare judge even after our lenghty comradeship.”

If it wasn't Lucius Malfoy sitting opposite him, Harry would think there was sadness showing through. But the man's face was still a mask and Harry didn't want to take his chances trying to read it.

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Harry groaned. The alarm charm was relentless. It was six in the morning, half an hour before aunt Petunia was going to get up, so he had to move quickly if he wanted some tea for his pie leftovers. He streached grumpily and rolled out of bed thankfull that the milk and a busy day had put him out like a flame last night.

When he came back with a cup of steaming tea, he decided to get to writing a letter to the twins. It was to be inconspicuous in case someone should intercept his mail. He wouldn't put it past the ministry, after what he had learnt from Malfoy. He knew it might be a fluke to get him to cooperate, but couldn't afford to ignore it.

If he was going to learn the spell today, Friday, and perform it tomorrow, on Saturday, then he'd only be able to meet them on Sunday. They'll also have to come to little Whinging as he couldn't apparate yet.

Harry bit on his feather feeling an intent look from his owl.

“Yes, Headwig, you'll get to streach you wings soon,” He said with a smile and started writing.

Dear Fread and George.

Hope this letter finds you and your business in good health.

 He hoped the stupid phrase would get their attention.

I'm dying of boredom here, doing schoolwork,  so I'm asking you to send me seven of your tickling feathers, hope they'll last me for a week. Also can you include nine morning wakies to play a trick on my cousin. Tell you later how it goes.

Yours,

Harry

That must do the trick, Harry thought and came down on his Shepard's pie.

He also wrote letters to Ron and Hermione, telling some unimportant stuff and asking how they were doing, but decided to send them in the evening. He hoped Fred and George would be so engrosseed in their startup, that the letter would find them in the shop away from the other Weasleys. He loved them, but didn't want to explain why he was writing to the twins specifically.

When he was finished, it was still three hours till the appointed time, so he decided to do some grocery shopping. But eventually he wasn't finishing on time after browsing over vegetables stand an had to rush to the school old wing with a plastic bag that weighed like a camping backpack.

“What would that be?” Malfoy asked clearly dissatisfied with his three minutes delay.

“Food,” Harry answered aloof.

“Muggle food,” the man stated. Harry wouldn't bet if there was more curiosity or disgust in his tone. Did the man seriously think there was much difference.

“Did you expect to find wizard food in this hole?” Harry shrugged his shoulder. Then put the bag on the furthest desk.

Malfoy only raised his eyebrow disparingly and moved to the blackboard. How convenient, Harry thought groaning internally. He would probably miss Snape after today's lesson. Right, Snape. How was he going to ask about him.

“Have you contacted those identical friends of yours?” Malfoy asked not letting him finish that thought.

“Meeting them on Sunday,” Harry shrugged. “What?” he asked annoyed with the man's intent look. “You are keeping me busy these days.”

Malfoy nodded, “I stopped by the ministry in the morning and cannot congratulate you, they have put the most disgusting official on your case.”

 “They did,” Harry asked flatly.

“That tasteless pug faced exuse for a woman is completely incompetent unless it concerns intrigues, machinations or sabotage, which is unfortunately your case.”

“Aren't you just describing a typical ministry official now?” Harry shrugged unconcerned.

“While there are obviously the problems of bribery, bureaucracy and nepotism common to any social system mind you, our sociely still does functioun, no thanks to such individuals, but did you seriously consider it happens magically?” the man required stirnly.

Harry shook his head feeling thoroughly chastied. He was also reminded again how young and unprepared he was to deal with all this. He was nearly fifteen for Merlin’s sake! Was he really expected to think about those things and not exams or girlfriends. Hermione did. He was listening to her ranting over daily prophet sometimes, but not too attentively. Though even he could recognize too much teenage maximalism in her words.

Harry looked up awaiting the continuation of the lecture but saw Malfoy eying him thoughtfully.

“Whatever help it is you require navigating the politics, you can ask from me,” He furrowed his brows minutely. “My opinion at least. You should not be limiting your outlook to one source.”

“Right,” Harry said, honestly shocked this time. It was an obvious advice, but noone had told that to him before. “ Thank you.”

“Do not mention it,” the man was going for dismissive, but Harry could swear he was satisfied with him not arguing the point.

“The reason I am drawing you attention to it, is that some would consider dealing with the dark Lord a more preferable option than dealing with her.”

“And I'm to deal with both,” Harry sighed tiredly.

“Exactly.”

 

To Harry's surprise, the lesson went much smoother than he had initially expected.Malfoy proved to be consistent and practical in his approach.

It was late afternoon and Harry was feeling tired and hungry, but they slill had some details to finalize. Harry really wanted it done for today so he didn't complain.

“Is that some extra manor of yours, that you're going to use?” he inquired, a little upset with himself for only asking now.

“More like a small cottage. It is in the North-West of England, near the shore. It is registered under a fake name and actually is a muggle property, but far from anyone enough to be undisturbed.”

Harry lifted his gaze perplexed,“You do muggle property now?”

Malfoy seemed to conceal a sigh,“It is easier to hide. I purchased it after his fall just in case I could not manage to lie my way out. It is not sensible to refuse something that is conveniet or benificial, only because it is muggle.”

“Ha,” Harry couldn't help but utter.

“I am going to apparate you there and than back when we finish,” Malfoy continued in a busy tone his look implying the end of the previous discussion and Harry relented feeling too tired to deviate  He nodded.

He wondered distantly if Malfoy actually wasn't much of a pureblood agenda fanatic and simply pursued gain in whatever way was convenient, including his notorious antimuggle image. He didn't know which was worse. He also wondered, in a world of adults how many knew exactly what the man was. Dumbledore certainly must. Why not utilize this knowledge and lure the Malfoys to his side at least unofficially. Or was playing these games with Lucius too much to handle. He had no idea how all of it worked and honestly didn't want to find out, but he felt it was inevitable. Not because of what was coming, but because school would be finished all too soon and that seemed what the real world was like whether he liked it or not.

What he was really questioning now, was how much Draco Malfoy knew about his father's real outlook. Harry knew too well what it was like, craving approval from someone important. Even if in his case those were people he had never met.

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Harry didn’t remember much of how he’d got home. He was just swaying in a trance trying to wrap his mind around what had happened. By the time he came back, the Dursleys had started dinner, so he quickly climed up the stairs ignoring mr. Dursley's shouts and locked his door. Then cast a silencing spell for good measure.

He rummaged under the mattress for a packet of snacks he'd hidden for a day like this, then plopped on the bed and started devouring it. He knew he should get some normal food and keep it under stasis, but this bright thought only came at the moments like this. If he didn't start taking better care of himself he might not survive this summer, a Hermione's voice in his head nagged.

He wished she was here. To help him get through today's mess. Sadly, he was on his own in this. What would she say he wondered. She could see the advantages of his choice, he mused, but also she was overcautious sometimes. The fire bolt incident still made him bitter a little bit, even though he realized, that she had been worried. Ron, on the other hand, with all his being good at strategy was also prone to overreacting. He would be enraged no doubt. They were good in the end, but the hurt from their fights still lingered somewhere behind his ribs.

He concluded rather than felt that he shouldn't be hiding something so important from Dumbledore. His lack of trust throughout the year though didn't inspire further credence. He tried to asses how much of that feeling was due to him being upset with the headmaster, but that sort of digging was too much for him right now. So he consoled himself with the fact that he wasn't good at well thought conclusions anyway, so go with the feeling it was then.

Harry thought about his godfather. Sirius was a person who wouldn't put benefits, however helpful they were, over his morals. That unfortunately implied no second chances for deatheaters.

Harry sighed finishing his food. He loved them all and respected. He was used to relying on their support and advice. However, what was happening now wasn't something he'd faced before, wasn't it enough call to use something he hadn't used before as well.

Harry crumpled the package and started bouncing it with a wave of his wand mentaly continuing the list of people he trusted.

Remus was open-minded and even-tempered enough to confide in something so crazy and not be afraid everything would roll to hell immediately. Then, Harry decided, if something goes wrong, Remus would be the first he'd turn to.

Also Fred and George would be up to anything he asked, he thought with a laugh. He'd leave them as a reserve for a disaster. He should contact them tomorrow as well with the new information. Malfoy was right, they were resorceful and inventive, their fresh outlook would definitely bring him closer to solution, he concluded and decided he'd let this particular problem rest till tomorrow.

Now it was time to deal with something he would have put away for longer, but it didn't wait. This thought first flickered when he was asking about the diary, then it solidified. He sighed mentally preparing himself and doubled the silencing charm.

“Dobby!” he called.

The elf appeared instantly glueing excited look upon him.

“Harry Potter sir called,” he exclaimed smiling and buzzing with energy. Harry wished he could be at least a bit as energetic.

“Hello Dobby,” Harry smiled and continued deciding that getting to the point would be the best strategy.“I was wondering, if I could ask you some questions?”

“Of course! Harry Potter can ask anything and Dobby will answer!” he chirped jumping.

“Please take a seat,” Harry offered rapidly. The lamp that didn't survive Dobby's last visit was still in the corner unfixed.

Dobby started wringing his arms, but complied. “Harry Potter sir is always kind,” he said gratefully.

“Thank you, Dobby,” Harry answered helplessly. He still didn't know how to start asking.

”What Harry Potter wants to ask?“ Dobby inquired, his eyes curious. Thank Merlin, Harry thought, he wouldn't want to touch upon this topic at all, but really needed some insight.

“Right,“ Harry cleared his throat. “So. You had been living with Malfoys for a long time, right?”

Dobby's eyes went lost instantly, that was what Harry was afraid of. Were they treating him that badly?

“Dobby did, Harry Potter sir, for as long as Dobby remembers. Young lord Malfoy chased little Dobby with peacocks one summer, but when lady Narcissa come he becames.. ” Dobby's face scrunched in concentration.

“Boring?” Harry asked. He thought it was about Draco, he couldn't imagine the elder Malfoy engaging in such activities.

Dobby shook his head.

“The old Lord said he be more responsible,” he said with a nod.

“That was about time he started supporting Voldemort, wasn't it? Was it what his father had wanted?” Harry tried to understand how a Malfoy could have allowed for such a fiasco.

“No, Harry Potter sir, lord Malfoy thinking it stupid idea un -unbecoming of an heir. They were not in good relationship. Old lord's health be poor and he could not stop him.”

Dobby shook his head deprecatedly, his large ears swaying from side to side.

“Dobby know,” he continued fire in his eyes. “When Harry Potter stopped the Dark Lord, that be what old lord wanted. But then..” he hung his head.

Harry was thankfull he got rid of the habit of hurting humself.

“You found out about the diary,” Harry guessed in a dull voice.

“Dobby not stupid!” he sprang again and continued agitated. “Dobby know it not good, but Lord Malfoy not listening if Dobby says, so Dobby had to save Harry Potter.”

“Thank you for that,” Harry said reclining his head. Even if the means were a bit outrageous, there was someone looking out for him that he didn't even know about at the time.

“Harry Potter freed Dobby, Dobby grateful!” the elf exclaimed nodding his head vigorously. Then stooped and looked around.

“But Dobby left young lord Malfoy with his st.. stupid father! Not even listen to his friend,” Dobby stomped his foot.

Harry was amused at the insult, it was deserved he supposed. Wasn't it like Dobby'd turned out the most far-sighted, he shook his head almost laughing. Stop.

“His friend?” Harry asked in a rush.

“Yes, yes, his friend tell many times to rid of the bad book for good and he not listen.”

“Do you know, who it was?” Harry asked too loud for his liking. Thank Merlin he was blessed with the twins' modification.

“Professor potions master..”

“Snape?” Harry exclaimed. Were those two friends? Was it because of the shared house name. At least it explained Snape's fovouritism towards Draco Malfoy. Did Malfoy befriend him because of his position, Harry wondered. It was a lot like him.

“Yes, yes!” Dobby tattered happily. “Come to manor a lot since school. A grumpy man, but headmaster Dumbledore think him high.”

“You are right,” Harry answered thoughtful, then remembered himself. “Can I ask you not to tell professor Dumbledore or anyone else, what we were talking about today?”

“Of course!” Dobby cried his eyes almost falling out of their orbits. “Dobby be honoured to keep his friend Harry Potter's secret.”

Harry looked up at that. He felt proud instantly for both of them. Himself, for being Dobby's friend, and the elf, for using this term.

“Can Dobby ask Harry Potter?”

“Sure,” Harry said, appreciating Dobby's asking for things. He smiled the most inviting smile.

Dobby's expression fell.

“Now be very bad times,” he said seriously. “Can Harry Potter please help young lord Malfoy.”

That was what Harry hadn't expected.

“But he's arrogant and cruel and as far as I'm concerned he also treated you badly, Dobby,” Harry protested sternly, even knowing full well he was going to help the Malfoys, he still felt bad on Dobby's regard.

“He is. But he is tiny,” Dobby said sadly. “Harry Potter was tiny when Dobby come to him and he be tiny still, but he be also brave and know better. Lord Draco know not better.”

Harry was stunned. And touched. He imagined watching somebody grow from infanity and, unlike his aunt and uncle, actually care about their well-being. He sighed and massaged his forehead, feeling how the tension of the day cluched at it.

“I will try to help as much as I can,” he promised.

Dobby's eyes lit up, “thank you,” he said seriously.

“No, thank you for the information,” Harry smiled.

“Dobby happy to help any time,” the elf said and disappeared.

Harry continued to sit dumbfounded. It felt like a hallucination for a second. He tried very hard not to dissociate. Was lack of sleep and unsubstantial food taking their toll on him? He should get to sleep, tomorrow was promising to be eventful. He didn't even get to say goodbye.

Dobby reappeared after a few seconds though, with Sheppard's pie and a jug of milk.

“Dobby snuck it to young lord Malfoy when he look tired after talking to his father,” Dobby answered to Harry's amazed look. “Harry Potter look tired too, he continued sadly.”

“Thank you, Dobby,” he said taking the plate and the jug. “I'm sure, it will help,” he smiled.

“Goodnight, friend Harry Potter,” the elf said with a wide smile.

“Goodbye,” Harry answered quietly, and Dobby disappeared again.

Sitting cross legged on his bed and enjoying the pie Harry was feeling light and warm again having missed the care since he came back to this house. It was funny, he thought, that Dobby gave him the pie for being tired after talking to the same man as the ferret.

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Chapter 3

“Deal,” Harry answered and didn't miss a minute flicker of surprise on the man's face.

“Just like that?” Malfoy asked not yet relieved, suspicion clear in his voice.

 It was peculiar how the man was starting to lose his calm the closer they got to the point. Harry knew it was his turn to sell it. He was exhausted of probbing and word labirinths and it was only the begginning. He was now to prove that he had enough motivation as it was the only language a person such as Malfoy could understand. He also needed to show that he didn't just act on a whim so that his hopefully new ally felt secure in switching to his side.

“You know that your son and I had been antagonizing each other for four years,” Harry paused dumfounded at the a long suffering expression that crept through the man's stoic exterior. When he waved his hand to continue, Harry went on.

“Sedrick Diggiry died right in front of me,” he said quietly smothering the hurt that flared instantaneously. “It's not games anymore. People die for real and however irritating I find either you or your son, I don't want anyone to die or lose a part of their family,” Harry paused to check that the man was listening. Malfoy nodded.

“That is for one thing. The other reason is that you are a part of his inner circle. Whatever it is that you know from the time before his death and after the resurrection and find helpful I would ask you to share.”

He looked at the man inquiringly. Malfoy seemed finally satisfied, which made Harry subdue a sigh of relief.

“I hope this partnership to be productive,” the man started to proclaim in a voice that almost made Harry snicker. “And mutually beneficial.” He then extended his hand for a shake.

Harry took it. He recalled a tiny Draco Malfoy holding his nose so high up it was ridiculous and his tiny hand Harry refused to shake. It was funny how his life had turned. He wasn't sure he could tell anyone about this new arrangement yet. But he guessed he didn't have to be super cautious. For whatever he knew about the charm, the Malfoys were risking much more by trusting him. This castling of theirs was proving how much danger Voldemort was. He could use whatever help available, even the dubious sources.

“Now that it is settled I suggest we discuss the schedule,” Malfoy said. To Harry's questioning look he continued, “I realise you are tired and today was a lot to take in.”

When Harry couldn't hide his surprise, the man smirked almost unrecognisably, “Also, I need to process some paperwork.”

Harry nodded.

“Tomorrow we are meeting here at midday, and I teach you the spell. The next day you are executing it,” Malfoy informed, but made it more a question at the end.

That was reasonable and Harry wanted it off his hands as soon as possible.

“That will do,” he said starting to get up, but Malfoy gestured for him to stop.

“Potter, there is one more thing.”

Harry couldn't believe he was not off the hook yet.

“But you said, I was tired,” he almost whined. He wanted nothing more than to lock himself up in his room and think this unconventional interaction over.

“I did,” Malfoy said seriously.“But it is important.”

 Harry sacked, prepared for whatever it was that would come. Seriously wasn't it enough for one day already?

 

“As you know, I am not only in the Dark lord's inner circle, but also very high up in the ministry.”

It surprisingly didn't sound arrogant, but Harry was fighting the temptation to roll his eyes anyway. Nevertheless he was aware now even more, that he had made the right choice. Malfoy was pry to all the inner processes of the Ministry. He even operated some of them, Harry didn't doubt. Whatever information he decided to tell might turn out to be more invaluable than any information about Voldemort, at the moment. So he shook himself internally to concentrate.

Malfoy seemed to notice, if his pleased smirk was saying something. The man continued.

“The Minister would do anything not to recognize the dark Lords’s return. I would go so far as to say he craves to believe you have gone insane not to admit the obvious.”

“So that's their strategy. Make everyone think I went nuts,” Harry muttered. He wasn't surprised having been pariah once already. “That won't be difficult,” he sighed.

“That is not as easy as you think,” Malfoy parried. To Harry's dubious look he explained You are the public favourite and there are people who support you. Many of whom are quite substantial. Dumbledore for one or that paranoid Moody.

“Wasn't for nothing,” Harry said without thinking.

“You are right,” Malfoy answered. “And if he were any more paranoid we could have avoided the predicament that we are now in.”

Harry wasn't so sure, but he also wasn't going to tell about the prophecy.

“Anyway,” Malfoy went on. “All this makes the Ministry desperate to go at any length to turn you into an untrustworthy and deranged attention seeking child with a trauma.”

“Thats funny you've decided to quote your son now,” Harry  replied.

Malfoy closed his eyes apparently looking for patience.

 “You two,” he gritted. “Will have to sort yourselves out.” He gave Harry a pointed look.

Harry sighed. He realized that any discord would jeopardize their chances of success and it wasn’t a time for that. Won’t be for a long period, he thought sadly, then nodded and Malfoy continued.

“They are planning to charge you with underage magic, and, to lure you into using it, they decided to utilize dementors.”

Now Harry was shocked. It was the most outrageous thing he’d faced today all things considered.

“Are they crazy?” he asked weakly still unbelieving.

“They are scared shitless. Less of the Lord himself than the prospect of the public believing you,” Malfoy answered gravely. “That is extremely advantageous that you can freely use magic undetected now, but we have to come up with how to both sabotage this joke of an operation and not let them find out.”

Harry was lost for words. He felt rage and helplessness once again. Malfoy looked at him closely then continued

“I do not think it will happen soon. Also, I do not intend to disappear from the ministry circles once the the house is ready. Supposedly it will take them about three weeks to organise. I only told you, so you can start thinking it through now, maybe engage your inventive advisors.”Harry raised his eyebrows to that. “If you manage to conceal your source of information,” Malfoy amended.

“Those two don’t ask questions, no need to worry,” Harry smirked.

“Good, then we finish for today, I will see you tomorrow at midday.” Malfoy concluded standing up.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Harry said. The man looked at him. “Thank you for the tip.”

“I am also grateful for your cooperation,” the man answered after a pause. “Rest for tomorrow.”

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Chapter 2

A pang of hurt surged through Harry's heart. The way he had found about what the charm was and the truth that had unfolded later, became defining moments of his life. Suddenly he felt so helpless and angry in this once magical and now so trivially complicated world, where every new turn felt like landslide. He had to take a calming breath. It wasn't a time for this. With his temper getting out of control, he had to bear with it for as long as he could. When he got home, he could pity himself and rage for as long as he wished. The flair of emotions turned into numbness and he could unclench his fists, he didn't notice he clanched in the first place.

“Potter,” Malfoy said fifelessly, but didn't continue.

“I know how the charm works, but why not ask Dumbledore?” Harry asked in a raw tone. It was the most logical choice from his perspective. To turn to the leader of the light side and rid oneself of having to deal with a moody teenager. And solve adult problems between adults and leave him alone already. Was it because Dumbledore knew more and could ask for something the Malfoys weren't willing to give? Or because negotiating with a child seemed easier. Especially for someone as politically savvy.

“Potter. I do realise the amount of power and control the headmaster holds. And I do not consider him loony for whatever tales I had been feeding to the board,” he said ironically, then his features turned cold serious. “You, more than anyone must understand that these charms are asked from only the person one can trust completely. There is no room for a mistake,” He finished quietly.

Harry had to subdue the pain these words had awoken again. He tried to look at the man anew. Not as an entitled asshole of an aritocrat thinking he could buy anything, but a man trying to save his family, just like his own parents once had. If only.. he clenched his fists again and shook mentally.

What if it was a manipulation? Or it was both which was likely. He couldn't think about it now, but he also had to make a decision. He couldn't strategize ahead, so he had only one choice. To do as he had used to. Which is to try and save as many people without getting killed along the way.

”So you think that I am the right person,” he asked having realized that the pause had streached for too long.

“Unfortunately,” Malfoy uttered, then he seemed to understand how it sounded and continued. “Do not misunderstand me and please believe me when I say that I am both sorry it is you and immensely grateful it is not my child who has to deal thith such situations.”

They both lapsed into a thoughtful silence after those words. What the man was thinking, Harry had no idea. Probably, from what he had understood, that this plan was his only chance to go on with his family out of danger.

How humiliating it had to be to ask for help from him. The mere fact the man showed up with such a request was perhaps an indication of his despair. Harry refused to dwell upon the last words. They hit too close to home and he was losing the grasp of his emotions already. He wanted to finish this, whatever it was. So he got ready to say what he knew he would say from the beginning. But not before asking what had hounted him tor a long time. He sighed.

“Mr. Malfoy, you say, that you no longer wish to support Voldemort, is that true?”

The man nodded.

”You also say, that you didn’t want his return, which means, you hadn't been supporting him and hadn't been trying to help him come back..”

Malfoy seemed to contemplate his words, then said, “I had not been outright sabotaging it, as many of those claiming to be loyal to him are still out and hold significant positions. Turning away from the values one has publicly pronounced would be movais ton.”

Harry nodded. How many of those who claimed to support Voldemort, did it to keep up appearances, he wondered.

“Nevertheless,” Malfoy continued.“I was trying my best to ignore the insane, who were actively striving to make his comeback possible. Such as that repulsive rat.”

The scowl on the man's face was the most evident expression Harry had seen on his face so far.

“I see,” he responded, then paused getting his thoughts together. He had to ask but wanted to avoid revealing too much. He needed to know how much Malfoy knows so he'd go for stupid and resentful.

“When your son and I started the second year, you planted a very dangerous thing to Ginny Weasley,” he said coldly. “That thing almost cost us our lives.”

Malfoy looked back at him expression unchanged, but Harry could see the flicker of reget in his gaze. The regret of failure.

Malfoy said, “He left it in my house as if it was his own storage room.” His voice was getting darker and colder, “ He told me to bring it to Hogwarts as though he could order a Malfoy like his lackey. I was going to never follow his orders again that it had ended thanks to you. I had a heir to my house and a wife to look after. But the searches were called. I had to get rid of the damn thing and if I could simultaneously compromise Weasely why was I not to use the chance. He had been sabotaging my cleaning the name of my family for a long time then, not to mention the bad blood.” he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed defeatedly.

“I realise, that it was a very badly thought move, but only in hindsight.”

Harry wasn't happy with an explanation, and got resentful on Mr. Weasley's part, but that was the way Malfoy dealt with things. What the man said anwered his questions, but only partly. He wasn't a patient person so he asked:

”So you have found out, that the journal was Voldemort's diary?”

At that Malfoy looked at him sharply with a hint of triumph glinting within his eyes.

“I have found more,” he smiled a vicius smile. “And I would gladly share, if you ensure me safety and a place on your side.”

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Chapter 2

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Prologue Chapter 1

The afternoon heat was still stifling and the sun beat as they entered the building. Harry lead up the stairs and pushed the door to the room. It was bright, dust dancing in the sunshine. He dragged two desks to face each other and took a seat gesturing to another chair.

Lucius Malfoy apprehandedly cleared the furniture with a spell and sat. He was looking around slowly, but Harry could see curiousity, when Malfoy set his eyes upon animal anatomy posters.

“Sorry for this,” he waved vaguely. He wanted to roll his eyes for the pedancy, but realised the situation was uncomfortable for his visavis as it is. He had to think fast, however as a crowd of muggles wasn't exactly a good place for discussion with a supposed enemy and not just supposed death eater. This part of school was said to be under a reconstruction from before the days he used to go here. The only place in the town where it was semi-safe. He couldn't reveal where he lived after all.

“Not at all,”  Malfoy drawled. “ it's a..” he eyed the posters once again, “peculiar place.”

This time Harry couldn't but roll his eyes. “This is what most muggle schools look like,” he answered with a sigh. What was peculiar is that Malfoy's face remained neutral, as if he simply noted the information.

“Mr Potter, you can do magic now?” he asked suddenly.

Harry's eyebrows scrunched. “What do you..” he stopped short remembering an alohomora he’d used for the back door. Fuck. He raked his brain for an explanation, that him being  taken off guard, didn't want to come. Hell with it, he thought. Getting a Malfoy as an ally would be a good levarage in the war that was certainly brewing. Might as well start with the truths.

“You don’t really think, the Weasley twins would have waited for their seventeenth birthday?” Harry said with a sly smile. ”They also decided, it would be safer, if I could use magic this summer,” he made a pause. “So they fixed it for me.”

He gazed at Malfoy to gauge his reaction, but could only get a contemplating look. The man's face was a mask most of the time, which was no surprise, it was getting at Harry's nerves nonetheless. To say the whole situation was unconventional would be an understatement. Actually, he was using the scraps of his willpower not to start dissosiating amids this bizzar moment.

“Did they think, the Dark Lord would barge in?” Malfoy asked, voice laced with sarcasm. It didn't deter Harry, he  didn't even comment on the title usage as he usually would. He could feel more than see the man was testing something. 

“He can't.”

Lucius looked up, Harry would bet, surprised, but it was still difficult to determine, so he continued.

 “They thought, that the political situation might get unsteady, and I must be at least armed for whatever comes up.”

He wished he could tell them what actually came up to see their faces. They'd be extatic.

“Well, I must say your associates are quite insightful. The situation is dire. And not in your favour.”

Harry could gather as much with every adult he knew acting tense and thinking, he sighed internally, that they managed to conceal it well. Mr Weasley even kept sending him twice as many nervous smiles at King's Cross.

Malfoy paused and put his wand onto the table. Harry's eyebrows raised. What the hell, he thought, while Malfoy continued.

 “I will tell more, but only after the confirmation of your help.”

“Why ask for my help if my state is so sorry according to you?” Harry asked confused.

Lucius held his gaze seriously “I would rather do whatever it takes to make your situation less unfortunate than risk your side lose.”

It didn't make sense. From what Harry has gotten throughout his years at Hogwarts the Malfoys were loyal followers even in Voldemort's death. The diary accident particularly.

“Sorry, but I dont understand,” he uttered completely lost and tired of trying to pry into adults' schemes and political machinations. He had no other choice unfortunately.

“I used to hope, he was never to come back,” Malfoy said gravely. “To let him gain power is to doom my family to slavery for a manic dictator. Do not think I don't realise what he is.”

“And do not let yourself be fooled. It is not because I believe the light side will win, it is because otherwise, the life for my family as we know it will end.”

That sounded reasonable, Harry thought. He could despise the man however much he wanted, but couldn’t accuse him of stupidity. Moreover a man so vain probably wouldn’t want to jeopardize either his wealth or his status that he had to weasel his way to secure in the first magical war. The epithets Sirius had used were far from flattering. Even Voldemort  found the time to comment upon it after his ressuraction. Harry needed some more time to mull it over. The time that he lacked unfortunately.

“How exactly did you find me?” Harry asked. Half to drag the conversation half curious.

“I had to aspire for luck, I would be honest. And on the second day you showed up, which was fortunate, but also concerning, taking the current situation into account.” Lucius looked at him pointedly.

“Couldn’t be stuck in four walls,” Harry answered as nonchalant as he could muster. He had to hide how amused he got imagining the culture shock Malfoy had to go through. It did feel desperate though.

“Sounds like a lot of trouble,” he tried for cautious, instead of mocking. Lucius’s face hardened anyway.

“He came to my house,” Malfoy stated with finality. Harry immediately felt the gravity of whatever that may imply.

He couldn’t conceal an alarmed look. The shit did get serious for some, no wonder the man got desperate.

”I managed to send my family away beforehand,” Malfoy continued. “But that is not for long, and I am worried, there is no place for them to come back.”

Harry kept silent turning this information this way and that. The tension in Malfoy's voice and the way he was trying to hide it seemed sincere. There were still many questions concerning his loyalties. He looked up. The man was waiting, his face closed again. ‘Whay is it me, Harry thought desperately, who has to deal with it?’

“What do you want from me then?” he asked finally.

“The fidelius charm.”

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Chapter 1

The man rose and sat across from Harry in a fluid motion. Harry couldn't read his face. Worse he wouldn't bet what his own face looked like.

“Wait,” Malfoy said, and in a second,probably after a pass under the table Harry felt disillusionment and muffliato charms fall around them.

- “Parley,” Malfoy pronounced solemnly and Harry raked his mind for the second time to check if he actually hadn't had any food his cousin was around recently. He distantly remembered the term from a scruffy book about pirates that he had found when he moved into his bedroom and read so many times it got twice scrafier.

He dicided to wait thankful as a duel in the middle of a muggle town with a wizard exceeding him wasn't what he had planned for the day. Not yet.

The man however kept silent obviously waiting for some answer, his features tensed though not lacking the usual poise. Harry rolled his eyes mentally, glad for the disillusionmet. The man in front of him was making quite a catchy sight for the current audience gossipy and bored out of their minds.

“Okay,” he said carefully cursing himself for the questioning tone. Malfoy's eyes turned from calculating to intent in a blink.

“Potter, ” he said. This time even more solemnly. “I fucked up.”

Now that was a real call to go get checked. Harry looked around slowly. Everything looked as usual, which made it even more unrealistic. He returned his gaze back to the man in front of him, who looked back seriously. Harry was already going to demand, if it was Fred or George checking their new product, when he noticed the ring. The man had to be Lucius Malfoy. Lucius Malfoy wearing a designer suit sitting in a small muggle diner in the broad daylight sprouting some utter nonsense. And cursing.

“I think I lost the thread of our conversation,” Harry uttered involuntarily.

“I would be extremely grateful, if you kept up,” Malfoy said in a measured way, which was causing him very obvious discomfort.

Harry in turn couldn't supress the urge to close his eyes and roll them drawing a long inhale.

“What the actual hell is going on?”

He was starting to feel hysterical. The air was getting fuzzy and Harry couldn't determine if it was some curse or the due response to the situation.

“Potter,” the man said gloomily, then paused. That somehow helped Harry center. After he felt focused again Malfoy continued.

“I fucked up and I need your help.”

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Prologue

Harry was floating mindlessly through the uptown of Little Whinging, which he wasn't allowed for obvious reasons, but staying at Privete Drive was rendering him numb. Even number than he was at the moment. At least half busy lunch time streets with people sliding lazily in the syropy afternoon sun did a better job at distracting him from watever had happened at the tournament than aunt Petunia's creepy singing.

The shock and the loss that had awashed him right after have subsided leaving him empty and devastated like a shore after the wave with a random pebble and broken shells.

He was to get his shit together, to come up with something to produce a plan now that everything had become real. But coming up with brilliant ideas was Hermione's fort while strategizing was Ron's. And Harry suddenly felt severly underage, all of them. Endlessly behind and lacking in so many regards. It wasn't smuggling a baby dragon out of the casle anymore. Not even a runaway prisoner. Shit got real and so fast, Harry felt positively stuck.

So instead he continued sneaking to town, hiding at diners that were far too scarce, listening to people's mandane conversations and pretending that that dull normal life was his.

He was having tea and some tasteless pastry that he had bought with the muggle money, the twins mannaged to exchange for him, contemplating his surroundings. He slided his gaze from a man in a checked shirt with the most miserable expression Harry had seen to a woman in a tracksuit who was trying to manage a set of three children at once. Highly unsuccessfully, which made a man at a table across scrunch his face in a badly concealed disdain. The suit he was wearing was out of place, too nice for a third rate diner.

Harry froze, his insides clutched in a vicious grip, mind paralized with terror. He thought for a second that Dudley might have spiked his food with his 'good stuff'. But no, he barely had any food at that house, certainly not today. Hands clammy he checked his wand.

At least he had the sense to take it. He wasn't supposed to go out he thought helplessly. Hermione was going to kill him for getting into trouble. Of course, if Lucius Malfoy sitting next table in a pricey muggle suit didn't do it first.