Snakes and Lions (Draco x Reader x Harry)

4.19 Preparation

I walk outside the castle to head towards Hagrid's place. I see Harry being dragged inside by Hagrid.

"Harry what's—?" I begin but then Hagrid grabs my arm too and leads us up to Dumbledore's office. Hagrid leaves Harry and I to enter alone. We slowly walk in, but there's a conversation so we decide to sit back and listen in.

"Crouch is dead." Harry whispers to me and my eyes widen. "I-I found the body."

"Oh Harry." I give him a sad look.

"The tri-wizard tournament will not be cancelled. I will not be seen as a coward." Fudge announces.

"But surely that is what's right, no matter what others think." Dumbledore argues.

"What did you say? What did you say to me?" Fudge takes offense to Dumbledore.

"Excuse me gentlemen, it may interest you to know that this conversation is no longer private." Mad-Eye pushes the door open to reveal Harry and I standing there.

"Harry, Y/n. How good to see you again." Fudge smiles, walking over to greet us.

"Professor, we can come back later." Harry nods and I weakly wave to Fudge.

"Oh not necessary Harry the minister and I are done. I'll be back in a moment. Minister, after you. Harry do feel free to indulge in a licorice snack in my absence, but I have to warn you they're a little bit sharp." Dumbledore ushers the others out, then follows them.

Harry walks over to the licorice bowl and tries to grab one. It bites back at him and I let out a giggle as Harry stumbles into the wall. A compartment in the wall opens, there's a glowing blue pool of water there. Harry and I both walk over skeptically to the pensieve , then Harry presses his head inside. I frantically grab his shoulders, trying to pull him out but it's no use, the memory he's watching has already started.

After a few moments Harry comes back up, dazed.

"Harry, are you okay?" I rush over to him as he slowly looks around. I hear footsteps enter the room. Harry and I turn to see Dumbledore.

"Curiosity's not a sin Harry, but you should exercise caution. It's a pensieve, useful if like me you find your mind a wee bit stretched. It allows me to see what small things I've already seen. You see Harry I've searched and searched for something, some small detail. Something I might have overlooked, something that would explain why these terrible things have happened. Every time I get close to an answer it slips away, it's maddedning." Dumbledore walks around the room.

"Sir, Mr Crouch's son, what happened to him?" Harry asks and my eyes widen.

"Barty Crouch Jr?" I ask. My parents told me the story relating to his father. Junior was working for Voldemort.

"He was sent to Azkaban. Destroyed Barty to do it. But he had no choice, the evidence was overwhelming. Why do you ask?" Dumbledore approaches us.

"It's just that I had a dream about him. It was in the summer, before school. In the dream I was in a house and Voldemort was there only he wasn't quite human, and Wormtail was there too and Mr. Crouch's son." Harry barely gets out. I put my hand on his shoulder and smile weakly at him.

"Have there been other dreams like this?" Dumbledore asks.

"Yes. Always the same one. Sir... these dreams, what I see, you don't think it's actually happening do you?" Harry asks.

"No." I answer quickly, trying to ease Harry's mind.

"I think it's unwise for you to linger over these dreams Harry, I think it's best that you simply..." Dumbledore puts up his wand and pulls a quivering string of magic out from his head. "Cast them away. Off to bed you two." Dumbledore sends us out of his office and Harry and I quickly walk together towards our common rooms.