Traitor, traitor.

Chapter 11 ~ Back to the ministry.

Harry's POV ~

He was still a bit shaken from what had happened yesterday and every time he saw someone with red hair he did a double take, but each time he did Draco was always there to comfort him. And Teddy of course who was being a little rock.

"Harry, darling we need to go back to work. Your job's important." Harry shook his head. "Not really. I have enough money we and like seven generations into the future could live comfortably without doing even a day of work. Plus sleakeazy's is a constant stream of revenue and we could live on that alone."

Draco gave him a stern look. "Mister, today we are both going back to the ministry whether you like it or not." Harry rolled his eyes but nodded regardless, knowing that Dray would get his way in the end. "Well then, what are we waiting for? Let's go." 

He looked startled. "Go now?" Draco nodded enthusiastically. "No time like the present dear."

"Fine. Let's go. The house elves can look after Teddy, I guess." Draco flashed him a winning smile and bounded out of the door so he could apparate without the wards stopping him. Harry grumbled, but followed him nonetheless. "I'll meet you at your office, Harry!" And with that he was gone, Harry soon following after him.

There was something different in the ministry, an air of something that smelt like fear. Harry remembered his speech to magical Britain and shuddered. Maybe he had been a bit too harsh?

Then again Draco could have been hurt so he was perfectly in his rights. He opened the door to his office and was surprised to see that his to-do draw was not completely overflowing. It was a pleasurable surprise, to say the least. 

He sat down in his big leather armchair and pulled it towards the desk, grabbing his calendar as he did so. He saw that he had a meeting scheduled for ten minutes. It did not say who with, but Harry wasn't surprised; his receptionist often misplaced work documents or wrote them down wrong so a simple forgetting of a name was not surprising.

The door opened and Draco rushed in, almost giving Harry heart failure as he did so. "Damn- Draco you need to knock jeez!" Harry shook his head in despair. "Plus I have a meeting in 10 minutes, so I need to have my head clear. You should probably stay in the medical bay, just for now."

Draco pouted but nodded. "Fine then, never let it be said Draco Malfoy doesn't know where he's not wanted." And with that he dramatically swept out, robes swishing.

Harry leant back in his chair, shaking his head. Ridiculous.

He then heard someone knock on the door. Damn. Whoever it was was early. He raked his hands through his hair and called out, "Come in!" The door swung open and in came one of the less important Aurors, a serious but in Harry's opinion reckless and slightly stupid boy called Charlie Willings. 

"Ah, Charlie, are you who scheduled an appointment." The boy nodded excitably. "Y-yes sir!" he stuttered. "Sorry about that, you know Bertha, she didn't write a name down for me. Anyway take a seat and how can I help you?"

"Well, sir, I have some really important news! It's quite bad but you know, you're the chosen one and all, so I think you should be able to fix it, you know I'm a really big fan actually. Damn! I should have brought my poster for you to sign because my sister would be so jealous she has like the biggest crush on you like ever-"

Harry could see this meeting sliding off the track and quickly stepped in. "Well, maybe another time, yeah Willings? What were you here to tell me?"

"Oh! Right, of course. Well, there's been some tampering with a few floo systems and Azkaban has reported a few unsettling things. Like how a few prisoners have seemed a bit too happy. Obviously, since the dementors have gone away nobody's been as sad as they were, so it's weird, you know. And then they checked their fireplace and it seemed like the fires had been tampered with. Anyway, I've been told to ask what to do."

Harry's mind was spinning beyond all belief. Prisoners, happy? At Azkaban? Something was seriously wrong and it was niggling at Harry's consciousness. What was happening? 

"Put all of the death eaters on mass lockdown, and make sure that any dangerous prisoners are put under maximum security." Willings nodded and jumped to his feet. "Yes sir! Right away sir!" and then he bounded out of the room.

He shook his head, knowing the earnest look from when Percy Weasley had first begun working at the ministry. He was now in the minister's cabinet, though only as a junior scribe. Still, it made Percy happy so Hermione kept him on. Harry had a feeling that he would need to do this with Charlie.

Harry put his head in his hands. Oh god. The death eaters. What if they escaped? They wouldn't. Not with all the guards they had stationed at the prison.

Harry worried.

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