Take Me As I Am

Freedom and Promises

The next morning everyone woke up to no power, a snowstorm raged outside with sideways winds and black ice. The wind was so strong that Sirius had to spell the patio furniture to the ground.

Sirius said goodbye to Remus, grabbing his wand and the potion they made for Draco.

Draco was in the living room, throwing logs into the fireplace. "Harry hand me the fire starter log!" He waved his hand out behind him, a fire poker in his other hand.

Harry handed the fire brick to Draco. "I didn't think you knew how to start a fire without magic."

"Believe it or not, but I use to do this all the time before I went to Hogwarts." He picked up the lighter from the basket where the wood was piled. "I liked the warmth of a natural fire."

Harry watched the fire being lit, turning around when footsteps came down the stairs. "Sirius! Good morning."

Sirius kissed Harry's forehead. "I don't know how good it is, the storm is getting worse by the hour." He came to sit on the sofa next to him. "Draco the potion is done."

Draco turned around quickly, seeing the glowing black colored potion. "That looks radioactive!"

Sirius laughed. "It's just a reaction from the ingredients being mixed, it glows because of how powerful we had to make it." He extended his arm to Draco, handing it to him.

Draco felt the warmth of the potion in his palm, pulling the cork off the top. "Side effects? Any bodily harm?"

Sirius shook his head. "You might get a little energized for a while, maybe get hungry but that's about it."

Harry looked at the potion, remembering the horrible night they escaped from the burning Manor. "Take it Draco, you need your magic back."

Draco swirled the potion around for a moment, putting it to his lips. "Bottoms up!" He knocked it back, grimacing harshly as he swallowed a few big gulps.

Harry scrunched his face as he imagined how nasty it must taste.

Draco groaned, dropping the bottle. "Sirius that was bloody awful!!!" He whined, wiping his mouth with one of his lace handkerchiefs.

Sirius chuckled to himself. "That was a very powerful potion, it's hard to make those types taste good!" He picked up the broken pieces of the bottle, vanishing them.

Draco waited for a second or 2, unsure of how he could tell if it worked. "Now what?"

The fire started to fully burn, illuminating the room with a soft glow.

"Is there a way to know it worked?" Harry asked Sirius.

"Oh it worked, Draco can use his magic now whenever he wants! I even have a few wands he can choose from." Sirius got up, walking to the back of the house.

Draco anxiously fiddled with the hem of his T-shirt. "How can he be sure??? What if my Father finds us???" He nibbled his thumbnail, afraid to try anything.

Harry swatted Draco's hand. "No biting your nails." He scolded, healing his thumb.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Alright enough of that, what should I do?"