herumtreiber

Title: Reality twists 4 and conclusion
Chapter: four
Author:

herumtreiber
Genre: Post DH, romance, adventure, time travel
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. Nor do I make any money from the writing of these stories.
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content, threesome, noncon
Epilogue compliant? Maybe, who knows?
Chapter length: 3985 words
Beta: None.
Summary: Harry/Draco/Daphne. Draco in Azkaban, plus time-travel. Explores the idea of powerful magic pitted against a nuclear bomb and the implications for the world. Noncon - evil Hermione and Ron – Atlantis may appear later on, and another meaning of the Prophecy. How a Time Turner can win a game. Very ecological use of the Fidelius charm; Dementors abound, but...

Table of contents

Pandemonium at the Wizengamot 1/2

When Harry espied the figure of Draco, he couldn’t help but sigh. The blond seemed as alluring as always - his very figure, his independence and spirit, seemed to mock something deep within Harry. A part of the dark-haired wizard’s mind, his Gryffindor side, seemingly demanded to watch the Slytherin abase himself.

Some inner voice demanded that Harry should utterly break Malfoy’s will and make him his own.

A junior assistant of the Auror department read the terms under which Malfoy would be granted parole. With a bored drawling voice, Wisteria Nutcombe apprised the onlookers of the fact that Draco Malfoy would relinquish control of his Gringott’s vaults, numbered such and such – that he would cede all known Malfoy properties to the Ministry. In exchange, Draco was declared innocent of any charges related to his life up to that point, the important part for the blond was that his parents would enjoy the same terms.

Draco’s gaze drifted whilst he heard the terms he knew so well. His eyes lingered on a junior Auror who held Lucius’ cane with contempt.

Lucius and Narcissa weren’t there; presumably they remained in Azkaban, breaking thus the word of the employees of the ministry.

Draco was enraged. Yes, from his future memories he simply expected this. Still, the treachery of the Ministry rankled him. Draco took out his Elder wand, disguised as a birch one, and accio’d the parchments from the hands of a surprised Mrs. Nutcombe.

Still, Draco wanted the Ministry to abide by certain terms of this contract, so he signed the dratted parchments, effectively binding the Ministry to the terms of the magical contract, idly twiddling the wand between his fingers.

Harry was astonished to see that Draco had a wand; he hadn't given him his own hawthorn wand to keep him subservient and weak. Harry would have to be careful around him.

Draco watched as the magic in the contract ran its course. Turning to the Wizengamot, he demanded to see his parents.

The deputy minister replied haughtily, "I'm not sure it's safe to allow you to see them, Draco!"

"It's too late now, minister,” answered Draco, putting his wand back in his pocket and fingering the piece of origami he prepared back in his room. The parchment held important information for his parents, if and when he could see them.

“When I signed the parchment and the magic was activated” – drawled Draco – “it was made real for the whole contract, it is a magical contract after all. Under its terms, I demand to see my parents!”

Because both the Ministry and Draco were irrevocably bound to obey the terms of the contract, its magic acted instantly. With a popping sound, Lucius Malfoy appeared on the witness stand, followed a moment later by his wife Narcissa.

Draco was relieved to note that both his parents appeared to be healthy, yet there was a haunted air to them. They were obviously weary and tired from their stay on the Wizarding prison. Their faces had a haggard look; both of them were wearing chains around their ankles.

Draco took out the disguised Elder wand and swished it imperiously towards his parents. Though their chains were affixed with powerful spells, the magic of the Elder wand would prove superior. Draco muttered a spell to remove the chains and they fell off.

Afterwards, Draco said, ‘Accio father’s cane!’

Lucius’ cane flew out of the hand of the surprised Auror and towards Draco. The Slytherin caught it easily due to his Seeker’s reflexes and Draco flung it towards his father, saying, "Catch it and hug mother!"

The elder Malfoy frowned hearing his son’s imperious tone. Nonetheless, after he caught his cane, Lucius dutifully hugged his wife.

Draco took out an Origami swan from his pocket. Lifting it to his lips he blew it towards Narcissa with a kiss.

The Aurors were so caught up with the display of magic and the beautifully folded swan - which flew towards Narcissa with an eerie grace – that they did not pause to think what was written in the letter.

Whilst Harry observed incredulously the scene that occurred in front of his eyes, Narcissa unfolded the swan and she moved the letter sideways so Lucius could read it too.

Malfoy Manor may be located 20 miles from Stonehenge, in Wiltshire, England. The password to activate the portkey is Victory. Do not go out of the Manor for a few weeks.

Lucius looked proudly at his son. Holding his wife tenderly, the Malfoy patriarch said clearly, ‘Victory.’

The portkey activated and they were whisked away in front of the astounded Wizengamot – easing Draco’s fears for his family.

Pandemonium erupted amongst the members. Some shouted angrily at the Aurors, demanding that Malfoy be sent immediately to Azkaban for his untoward behaviour in front of them. Others cheered Draco and took off their august headgear, throwing it in the air like schoolboys.

Meanwhile, Draco stepped to the front and yelled, "I demand to see the Chief Warlock."

A shadowy figure presented itself as Thaddeus Rimes, Chief Warlock.

Draco continued, making sure that the reporters of the Daily Prophet heard. "I accuse the Ministry of blackmailing me. They wanted me to give them my fortune so my parents would be left alone!”

Several Aurors were about to arrest Draco, but Percy Weasley ordered them to stay put – citing arcane Wizengamot procedures.

The Aurors muttered amongst themselves at the upstart Weasley, but they didn’t dare disobey the Ministry employee.

Draco called for his house-elf Schimmi. When the harried elf appeared, Draco bade him bring the special Pensieve.

“In support of this claim I offer this,” said Draco whilst he poured the content of several memory vials into the Pensieve. He flicked it to exposition mode and the scene where the ministry employees offered him the exchange of his wealth for his parents’ safety unrolled before the astounded eyes of the suddenly quiet Wizengamot.

Draco continued, "It doesn't matter if you try to hide this; for the press has access to the evidence and will surely publish it!”

Turning to the reporters, Draco pointed to the Ministry bench. “I accuse the Ministry of corruption. I hereby withdraw the Malfoy monies from any reparation funds. We will not sit idly by while you chastise us with our money!"

The Wizengamot was in uproar by this time. Draco yelled to make himself heard, "You can be sure that I’ll speak with the other pureblood families and come to an arrangement with them."

The members were aghast. Without the Malfoy monies, which contributed to around half the reparation fund, the Ministry could not do fulfil the nearly insurmountable task of repairing the Wizarding world from the damage caused by Voldemort. The Ministry itself might topple and call for general elections before its time.

Before he could be interrupted by the enraged members of the Wizengamot, Draco continued, shouting hoarsely – his grey eyes as fiery as a storm unravelling in the middle of the Atlantic. “Before you do something stupid, you should consider this: the Malfoys are the trustees of Hogwarts!”

Draco made his way to the exit of the Wizengamot. When some Aurors advanced threateningly, the Slytherin looked back at the irate members with a sneer. “Hogwarts is inaccessible for the moment. If you hurt me, you lose Hogwarts.”

The blond smirked. “When classes start, that will probably change, or not.”

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Harry was incensed. All his careful plans to subdue Malfoy would come to naught, they all turned on him losing everything and becoming dependent on Harry. Right now that seemed unlikely.

When Draco approached the Gryffindors, Harry glared heatedly at him; discovering to his chagrin that Draco didn't pay him the slightest bit of attention.

Instead Draco spoke to Neville, "What's up, Longbottom?"

"Not much, Malfoy. Thanks for the invite,” replied Neville, inwardly marvelling at the blond’s poise.

"You were my ace in the hole,” replied Draco whilst he shook energetically Neville’s hand. Despite his outward show of nonchalance, Draco felt something strange – an enormous pull pushing him towards Potter.

Shrugging it off for the moment, Draco continued, “If I needed help, I knew I could count on you."

Neville answered, "After last year and the help you gave me with the Slytherins and the school, I could do nothing else."

Harry was dying of curiosity and had to ask, "What help?"

Neville turned to look at Harry and wrapped an arm around Draco, something which tugged at Harry’s heart unpleasantly. "When I stood up for other people, the Death Eaters would have tortured me, but Draco pretended to torment me--"

Neville smiled at the Slytherin with a certain familiarity.

“--and that satisfied their hunger to see pain inflicted on someone else. Really, Draco used some simple and colourful spells. Without him, they would’ve tortured me more.”

Longbottom punched Malfoy’s shoulder. “About that Hogwarts business. How will I manage to return there?”

Neville turned to Harry and confided. “I’ve some plants in the greenhouse? They need some care.”

“You'll find the way very soon, Nev,” replied the blond nonchalantly.

Harry was inwardly fuming, since when does Malfoy call Neville a friend? What was the world coming to? What was happening to his plans concerning Draco? The plans that he felt he was relentlessly pushed to fulfil?

Harry was so irate that he didn’t notice the scrap of parchment that Draco shoved unobtrusively into Neville's hand. It read:

Hogwarts may be found several miles from Hogsmeade, in Scotland.

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