Returned- Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 51

—Draco POV—

The day had really started quiet, and calm. I awoke to the golden sun streaming through the bedroom window, providing me with a blanket of warmth and light as I opened my well-rested eyes. I shifted in bed, noting that Harry was very much awake and laying beside me. I turned over, draping my arm around him and planting a kiss onto his temple, whispering a good morning.

He was indeed exhausted, despite his morning alertness. We took what little time we had left before having to start the day to hold each other, kissing in random places and telling each other little things that really had no substance. He mentioned at one point how everything seemed to be swaying, almost. That he had tried to get an early start before I'd woken, and found that standing was disorienting and dizzying. I told him he needed breakfast, and to not worry, that I would make some, and bring it up, with the promise that he would, at the very least, eat an egg.

Breakfast was also fairly simple and relaxing as Scorpius and I whipped something up and I had to explain to him that no, Harry was not feeling up to sitting at the table with us. I have to admit, as odd and tense as things were in the days after I had explained what was so different between me and Harry, versus just two friends, things were beginning to settle again, and Scorpius and I were falling into our old rhythm as usual. It was contenting in a simple, tension-free sort of way, to acknowledge that living at 12, Grimmauld Place was finally coming to a routine of sorts. Our heads weren't spinning every second and Rita Skeeter had seemingly grown bored of writing new articles and theories about us. The mail from previous admirers-turned-sour-from-betrayal for Harry, had slowly come to a halt, and all was, surprisingly, quite tranquil.

After eating my own breakfast with Scorpius, I did bring a small plate upstairs to Harry, who was sitting up, and who apologized profusely for his 'stupid inability to do the simplest things'. He ate a small portion of food, for which I was grateful, and I told him to take it easy, to rest for a while, and to let me help him get around, since it was painfully obvious that he isn't doing well, and his stubborn lack of eating was one of the main contributing factors.

I made a stop by his Muggle pharmacist to refill his medicine, being careful to not be seen. Then, after about an hour and a half of teaching Scorpius the difference between a synonym, and a definition, as well as showing him how metaphors and similes are similar, and can enhance the experience of a reader in books- showing him an abundance of examples and testing him on knowing the difference between the two nearly identical concepts- I asked Scorpius if he was possibly up to learning how to fly his broom today, to which he responded with "I want to wait and learn with Teddy."

I respected that, and we moved on to learning about adding fractions, when we were interrupted, quite rudely I might add, by a loud banging on the door.

My look of bother, annoyance, and disgust at who could have interrupted such a calm and relaxing day promptly faded to that of fear as the door busted open with a loud protest by the house consisting of creaks, a blast, and a cloud of dust and pollen from the outside. Dread filled me to the brim as I heard the deep, scruffy voice of a man on the other side of the doorway, monotonously and plainly stating, with a boring tone of practiced, refined and unwavering professionalism:

"Aurors Berrycloth, Weasley, and Williamson have full permission by the Ministry of Magic, and the Magical Congress of the United States, on behalf of Minister Kingsley Shaklebolt, and President Samuel Quahog, to place Mister Draco Lucius Malfoy under arrest- for endangerment of the Statue of Secrecy, and suspicion of irresponsible use of the Obliviate charm on a Muggle."

Before I could process any of what was happening, my arms were being forcefully twisted behind me by one of the Aurors I didn't recognize, and he cast a localized Incarcerous spell at my wrists, which were now bound tightly by thick ropes as the man forced me to kneel on the ground. I struggled against him, confused, but most of all, infuriated.

"Get your hands off of me you imbecile, I haven't done anything wrong- Harry!" His name ripped itself from my throat, leaving it irritated and burning. In a blind rush, I whipped my head over to where Scorpius was, seeing him panicked, and on the verge of tears. I jerked around to remove myself from the Aurors' grip, only for my attempts to be proven as futile when he forced me into stillness once again, muttering a "Don't make me use a stunning spell on you."

Suddenly, Ron was walking past me, dressed in his Auror uniform, looking more tidy and professional than I'd seen him in my entire life, sparing me a pitiful glance, before going over to Scorpius. "I swear Weasley if you do anything-"

"If I were you I'd stop struggling." He said solemnly, cutting me off. "They won't hesitate to jinx you if you keep at it." He finished, kneeling towards Scorpius with a tentative hand on his shoulder. I shuddered. If he thinks he can do something to my son...

"Harry, Harry!" I screamed, yelled even. I heard a fumble, and a thunk from upstairs, causing my to spiral into my own panicked frenzy as I no longer let my attempts at freedom be known as weak. One of the Aurors gave a nod to another, who had managed to take my wand without me knowing, and started upstairs. I lurched towards him painfully as the Auror holding me down struggled to reach his wand while keeping me in his grip.

"Let me go! Let me go to him! You idiots, his health is fragile." I said, sneering in frustration. I looked back over to Scorpius, who I saw was being calmed by Weasley- thank Merlin he has half a brain. I continued my own fight from the mans hold when I felt myself go stiff and rigid, falling to the floor with a numbingly painful thud. My insides were quaking as I came to the realization that I had been hit by a full body bind, and could no longer move or speak. I watched and listened still as Scorpius let out a scream of terror, running towards me, and I could do nothing but stare blankly as Weasley tried to move him away, continuously stating "He's fine, don't worry, he just can't move."

At this moment I could feel nothing but hate for him and his colleagues as they unknowingly released a locked cage of fears within my already struggling son, whose eyes reflected pain, and a terror he should never have had to experience: thinking I was dead for a second time.

Many thundering footsteps later and I heard one Auror talking to another.

"He's dizzy, it seems he fell up there."

I felt my muscles twitch in an effort to get to what was undoubtedly Harry, who must've stood too quickly when I called him, and collapsed before the other Auror could get to him.

"What's going on here?" Harry asked, after giving me, Scorpius, Weasley, and the other Auror an urgent, inquisitive glance.

"Auror Potter-"

"Please, I left the Auror offices years ago."

"Mister Potter, we must take you all to Minister Shacklebolt's office on his request, as you are harboring Mister Draco Lucius Malfoy, who is now under arrest, and awaiting criminal trial."