Trust Me (Drarry)

Chapter 52

HARRY POV

For the next couple of weeks, we finalised our plans with Griphook, this time along with Draco. He didn't question anything - he simply accepted everything we said, which I was grateful for.

He also agreed that he should be disguised when we went, as all of the Death Eaters probably thought that we had kidnapped him or something. If he were to be spotted in Diagon Alley, it could ruin everything.

Once most of the plans were in place, we simply had to tell Bill and Fleur that we would be leaving soon.

"But why?" Fleur asked, as she finished preparing dinner and we laid the table. "You must not leave, you are safe here!"

I was saved from finding a response by Draco, Luna and Dean coming in from the garden, piles of driftwood in their hands and rain soaking through their jackets. While they provided Fleur with a distraction, I grabbed the jugs of pumpkin juice and headed into the dining room to avoid any more questions.

We began to eat, chatting about random things, including the departure of Ollivander, who had left earlier that day to stay with Ron's aunt Muriel along with the rest of the Weasley's. Bill told us that they had had to leave the Burrow, as the Death Eaters now know that Ron is with me, so all of the Weasleys are in danger. I felt an overwhelming feeling of guilt at that.

After dinner, Griphook retired upstairs and Draco, Dean and Luna into the living room to try and start a fire with the damp driftwood.

We were interrupted by a loud bang on the front door, at which Bill immediately drew his wand and pointed it at the door. Ron, Hermione and I did the same.

"Who is it?" Bill called, and my heart leapt at the familiar voice that replied, before sinking at the thought that something had happened.
"Sirius Black! I am an Animagus, in a relationship with Remus John Lupin, a werewolf, and godfather to one Harry James Potter, who better have a bloody good reason for not telling me he was staying here!"

The others simply looked at me as Bill went to open the door. Sirius launched himself inside and pulled me into a tight hug.

"You're alive," he whispered, practically suffocating me.
"Not for long..." I gasped, and he let go.
"Why didn't tell me you were staying here?"
"I was-"

I didn't really have a good response to his question, other than that we had been spending most of our time with Griphook.

"I'm really sorry, Sirius," was all I could say.
"As long as you're alright," he patted my shoulder and looked me up and down. "Although you need a haircut!"
I just gaped at him. "Have you looked in a mirror lately?"

He winked at me and glanced around at the others. "Sorry about the intrusion."
Fleur smiled and offered him a plate. "No problem at all. Sit, help yourself to some food."

Sirius gratefully removed his wet coat and sat at the smaller kitchen table. "So how did you guys end up here?"

An uncomfortable silence fell. Bill and Fleur busied themselves with the washing up, and Ron and Hermione looked at me nervously.

Sirius blinked at me. "What?"

At that moment, Draco came back into the kitchen. "Bill, I'm really sorry, but the driftwood is too-" he stopped talking when he saw Sirius, his mouth falling open. Sirius' expression was almost identical.

"That's Sirius Black!"
"That's Draco Malfoy!"

Only then did it occur to me that I hadn't ever told Draco that Sirius was my godfather, and not actually a mass murderer as everyone believed. And also that Sirius thought Draco was a Death Eater. Before things could escalate, I explained.

"Yeah... Draco, this is Sirius Black, my godfather. He was wrongly accused of killing all of those Muggles, and of selling my parents to You-Know-Who. It was actually Wormtail who did all of that. Sirius," I turned to my godfather, who looked like he'd eaten an earwax-flavoured Bertie Bott, "this is Draco Malfoy. He is NOT a Death Eater, he did NOT kill Dumbledore and he is very definitely on our side."

I glanced over at Draco, whose eyes were shining as he smiled at me.

"But... he was GOING to kill Dumbledore?" Sirius asked.
I sighed. "It's complicated. But Dumbledore offered to help him, and now he is accepting that help."Sirius blinked again, searching my face, but then nodded. "If you trust him, Harry, so do I."

He held out his hand to Draco, who took it. "Great to meet you. Harry talks about you all the time."

I felt my cheeks begin to burn, and quickly went to get the bowl of potatoes for Sirius. His eyes were twinkling when I came back, and Draco's eyes were cast to the floor. As I sat back down, Bill raised an eyebrow at me, smirking.

Thanks, Sirius.

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RON POV

Bill and Fleur offered to put Sirius up for the night, but he insisted that he should get back to the Burrow or Molly would worry.

"You'd think she was MY mother," he laughed, and I grimaced, having been acquainted with an aggressive portrait of Sirius' actual mother. "I'll tell her I've seen you, anyway. She was so glad to hear that you were safe," he continued, looking around at all three of us. I forced a smile, trying not to think how she would react if she found out what we were about to do. "Use that mirror!" Sirius scolded Harry, and he nodded uncertainly. "I mean it, Harry. You won't be putting us in any more danger than we're already in. It's just so we know you're..." he trailed off, clearly unwilling to finish the sentence. He pulled Harry into a tight hug, possibly to hide the tears in his eyes.

I went to go with Harry when he walked Sirius to the door, but Bill called me back.

"You're planning something with Griphook."

It was a statement, not a question, so I didn't bother trying to deny it.

"I know goblins," he continued. "I've worked for Gringotts ever since I left Hogwarts. As far as there can be a friendship between wizards and goblins, I have goblin friends." He paused. "Ron, what do you want from Griphook, and what have you promises him in return?"

I shook my head. "I can't tell you that. Sorry, Bill."
"I thought you would say that. So I'll just say this: if you have struck any kind of bargain with him, especially if it involves treasure, you must be exceptionally careful. Goblin notions of ownership and payment are not the same as human ones."

I blinked, my stomach turning with discomfort. "What do you mean?"
"I mean you'll know lots of the history about dealings between goblins and wizarfs from History of Magic-" (not a chance) "-but what you may not know is that because of this history, goblins believe that wizards cannot be trusted in matters of gold and treasure, amd that they have no respect for goblin ownership."
"We respect-"
"You don't understand. Goblins believe that a wizard who has bought a goblin-made object has merely rented that object, and that the object should be returned to the rightful owner once they have died, namely, the goblin who made it."

I just nodded, feeling even more uncomfortable.

"All I'm saying," Bill continued, "and please tell Harry this as well, is to be very careful what you promise goblins, little bro. It would be less dangerous to break into Gringotts than to go back on a promise to a goblin."

I nodded, trying not to let my internal horror show on my face as he patted me on the back.

"Oh, and another thing," he said, stopping in the doorway to the kitchen. "I now understand what you meant about Harry's type being taller people with blonde hair."

I stared at him, and he just winked at me.

"Maybe we should start calling them Drarry."

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A/N- Hey guys! Sorry this took so long - I moved last weekend so the last couple of weeks have been MAD. This is short but I hope it makes up for the wait - next update should be much faster. Happy Reading! :-)