Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

Draco bristled, but didn't say anything. He just yanked Harry out of the compartment, barely giving him time to wave goodbye to Ron and Hermione. Then he kept going down the train until he found a compartment with a few first-years in it, and glared at them until they squeaked and ran away.

"Draco," Harry started to say, but Draco slammed the door shut and turned to him.

"You could have died! The Dementor was heading right for you!"

Oh. Well, that explained a few things. Harry had known that the Malfoys were paranoid about losing him—that was one reason Mrs. Malfoy had done what she did to Sirius on the day that he'd tried to kidnap Harry again—but he hadn't realized that Draco would think of the Dementor the same way.

"I know," he said softly. "But I'm still here."

Draco gripped his shoulder and shook it, then let him go abruptly and began stalking around the compartment, waving his arms. "What is the Minister thinking? He normally never does anything without Father's permission, but we had no idea about this! Are the Dementors even under anyone's control, if they're going to roam around the train and attack random students? Are they going to be at the school all year long? What is Fudge doing?"

"I don't know," Harry said, smiling. He had come up with a great idea. "But I know a way that we could get Fudge to back off on having them here."

"How?"

"We tell him that Sirius is innocent of the crime he was accused of."

"He is fucking not!" Draco was almost foaming at the mouth, but the thing that surprised Harry most was his swearing. "He kidnapped you, and I'm always going to remember and hate him for that!"

"I meant, betraying the Potters," Harry said as patiently as he could. "Remember that he was never formally arrested and tried for the kidnapping. The Dementors are hunting him because they thought he was the Potters' Secret-Keeper and because he broke out of Azkaban. If we can prove that he never did the one thing and they're hunting an innocent man, then the Dementors will go back to Azkaban and the Minister will have to do something else about Sirius."

"A formal trial for the kidnapping?"

"It's a possibility," Harry pointed out. He wasn't sure it would go that far, mainly because he had no idea where Sirius was right now, and no idea whether the Minister would try him for something that had happened twelve years ago and that a lot of people still wanted to believe wasn't true. But he didn't want to explain all that to Draco right now.

Draco lowered his head and walked back and forth, thinking. Harry waited patiently. He didn't always understand his brother as well as Draco seemed to understand him, but he thought Draco would make the right decision now. He didn't want Harry eaten by Dementors any more than Harry wanted to be eaten.

"No."

Harry started. "What?"

Draco turned and looked at him, eyes blazing. Harry would have fallen back if he thought there was any chance his brother would ever hurt him. He didn't, but it was still suddenly uncomfortable to be in the same room with Draco.

"You don't want Black punished," Draco said. "Not really. You think that because he was in Azkaban for twelve years, what happened to him was enough. And he was innocent of the crime he was accused of.

"But he isn't innocent of his real crime. And nothing will ever be enough for what he did. I don't think I can hurt him, though. The only thing I can hope for is that a Dementor eats his soul. That's the only way to make him really pay for what he did."

"Draco."

"We suffered every single day. Three people who never knew what happened to you. Even if he suffered a lot in Azkaban, we suffered three times as much as he did. He has to pay, Henry."

Harry swallowed. The sound was painfully loud in the silent compartment. He shook his head.

"Do you know what I saw when the Dementor came close?" Draco demanded.

"No," Harry whispered.

"The first time I really realized you were gone. When I was six. Before that, Mother told me, but I didn't really know." Draco's face was so pale that Harry really thought he would faint. It looked like a skull. "That was when she told me the story again, and it hit me that I'd had a brother and I might never know what happened to you. I started crying. I couldn't stop. Father had to feed me a Calming Draught to get me to stop crying and go to sleep. That's what the Dementor showed me." He paused. "What did yours show you?"

Harry supposed he could have lied and said something that would fit better with the Malfoys and what they wanted from him. But Draco had told him the truth, and Harry would tell him the same thing.

"My—adoptive mother," he whispered. "Voldemort killing her."

Draco nodded, his face distant and still like a skull, and turned around and walked out of the compartment.

Harry sat back on the seat and stayed there by himself until Ron and Hermione found him.

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