Stuck With You / drarry

The Malfoys

The Ministry was quiet on a Saturday morning. It was early, too – too early to be up by far. Harry was making his way across the Atrium, saying good morning to the night shift at the security stand, who immediately perked up from seeing Harry come his way. It was approaching 6 am, and there were only a handful of witches and wizards either leaving late or arriving early. Harry realized that he might as well have travelled to his own fireplace, but then remembered that it was probably still closed at this time, and was glad he was stuck to his manners.

The previous night Harry had told everyone to not come into work unless they had a scheduled shift. "Especially you, Patrick, go spend time with your family," Harry had stressed, suddenly sentimental after seeing Ron and Hermione. Rivers had a night-shift spent interrogating Narcissa Malfoy and Harry would come in early to deal with the paperwork, but no one else should be bothered by the situation.

Rivers and Blackburn had taken Narcissa to the Ministry, and Harry had Apparated home to get at least some sleep before the havoc that was about to unfold itself. However, Harry was tossing and turning in bed until 2 am, and even when he eventually managed to fall asleep, nightmares haunted his slumber. Harry had woken up to a Floo message flying from his bedroom fireplace straight onto his nose, liberating him from yet another nightmare of Voldemort yelling Kill the spare! The note was from Rivers.

Some information extracted from NM, not urgent.

However, Draco Malfoy on his way. Help might be needed.

CR

Harry had sighed very deeply and crumpled the message in his fist. This meant that not only did he have to go into work on a Saturday, he also had to go in early, and convince Draco Malfoy not to burn the place down in a fit of Fiendfyre. Harry had quite honestly had enough of the Malfoy family, especially of Draco tormenting him at every turn. Even a full decade later that git still found a way to lurk his way into Harry's life and make it worse.

Harry had to calm himself. It's just work, he thought. It could be anyone coming to yell at me. These things happened all the time. Well, not all the time. Some of the time. Sometimes. Occasionally. Once or twice. Once.

Now Harry got up and quickly wrote back to Cordelia.

On my way.

H

Next, he cast a thorough cleaning charm on himself to save time, brushed his hair, and opted for the sharpest all black robes he had. If he was going to get attacked at least he could look sharp while engaging in an epic duel with Malfoy.

Breakfast would have to wait, not that he would have had much of an appetite at the moment. Later he might be dead by Malfoy's hand and then that problem would be solved too. Harry gave himself one last look in the mirror, made his way to the living room downstairs, and stepped into the fireplace.

Now he was walking towards his office, his steps muffled on the dark carpet. To his relief, he only found Rivers there in front of his door waiting for him. No sign of Malfoy, yet. Harry gestured her to follow him in. "Sir, so sorry to have bothered you so early. I thought you might want an update of the situation," Cordelia started hastily.

"No need to apologise, and no need to call me sir, you did the right thing contacting me. Now, what did Mrs Malfoy say?" Harry took off his outer robe and draped it over one of the two chairs in front of his desk. He accepted the piece of parchment Rivers was handing him and then plopped down on the green armchair in front of the unlit fireplace.

"Well si–, Harry, it appears she doesn't know anything about the memory potions. She said that she had received a mysterious note by owl saying to meet her there, someone claiming they knew how to get Lucius out of Azkaban." Cordelia was eyeing her copy of the interrogation notes.