It Started With Letters - Drarry

Questions

It was the events at breakfast that had caused Harry's mind to wander all day, scheming a plan to find out the truth, a plan that he would put to action that night in detention.

And the plan was the only thing in his head, even as he sat in McGonagall's classroom, a weak looking Draco sitting beside him.

It was the reason that he could barely mutter a good evening to Mr Baxter as the man entered the classroom and took a seat at McGonagall's desk.

"Mr Potter.... Harry," Mark repeated, watching the boy who was staring at him with unfocused eyes.

"Sorry, good evening Professor," Harry murmured as the words broke his reverie.

Mark frowned, "Harry are you feeling alright, should I go fetch Remus,"

Harry shook his head quickly, "No i'm fine, why wouldn't I be,"

"Well I asked how your day was," His brow furrowed even further as he watched Harry.

"Oh Sorry, I must of misheard, it was good," Harry began, trying his best to keep his composure under the adults scrutinising gaze.

"Well that's-," Mark started.

"Um Mr Baxter, I have a question," Harry cut across him, his heart thumping inside his chest.

"Oh ok, go ahead,"

Harry carefully thought out the words before he spoke, he had planning for this all day, "I was just curious on something that Sirius told me, he told me everything about Lucius and the missing children after dinner last night but I just have one more question,"

"You saw him last night did you," Mark asked.

"Yes," Harry responded sitting up valiantly.

"Mm interesting, I must of missed you, you see I was there all night, there was a terrible boggart under my bed, so Rem offered me the couch until i could sort it out in the morning," His voice trailed off a bit, "That reminds me I still need to deal with that,"

His eye flickered back to Harry's with a knowing look, Harry returned the gaze, before letting out a sigh.

Time to resort to plan b, let all he'll break lose.

"Come on, can't you just tell us," He griped, desperate for answers, knowing the pain creeping through the blood of the boy beside him.

Mark continued to survey him, seemingly at a moral dilemma, "Mr Potter, you know I can't tell you that and I don't understand why you are so desperate to know,"

Harry's eyes narrowed, now not even having to act angry seeing as there was a fire beging to blazing in his stomach, "I defeated Voldemort, saved the wizarding world, i've already been accepted into the auror training program and I get treated like a fucking incompetent child, you all never tell us anything when you would be fucking dead without us," he scoffed, shaking his head at the irony. The fire in his stomach flickered by the second, burning his throat, desperate to leave in a string of colourful words.

Mr Baxter however, was surprisingly calm, an enigmatic expression on his face, his eyes never leaving Harry's, even as he stood up and took a seat at his desk, "That my friends is a very fair point, which I myself, along with Sirius and Remus have pointed out to Dumbledore many times," he mused, "The crazy old batter,"

Draco snickered quietly, finding the whole conversation rather amusing and Harry glanced at him with raised eyebrows, shocked at the sound of laughter he hadn't heard from Draco in days.

Mark didn't seem to notice and he continued on, his voice nonchalant and placid, "but I suppose if Sirius already told you everything, It wouldn't hurt to tell you again,"

Harry eyes shot up, hopefully glistening in the light, "Yes, yes and I wouldn't mention it to anyone," he couldn't help but agree excitedly.

The mans lips twitched a couple times before he let a grin break, so wide it reached his eyes.

"Well where should I start," he deliberated "As you know, Lucius escaped Azkaban around the middle of September"

Draco's head shot up as the man started talking, "But it's almost Halloween, how has the prophet not found out yet,"

Mr Baxter just shrugged, "The ministry has been keeping it very under wraps, they don't need anyone knowing that even with Voldemort gone they can't do anything right,"

Draco winced at Voldemort's name but remained quick to ask another question, "How,"

Mark took a deep breath in, his brow furrowed, "Incompetent guards, they've been very short staffed of aurors and guards after the war, lost a lot of them and the dementors are hard to control at the moment, Voldemort apparently made them realise that they can have more than what they already have,"

Harry felt a rush of chills slip down his spine at the mention of dementors and closed his eyes for a second to take a deep breath.

"Well they can't get in the school, Dumbledore would never let them," Draco subtly placed his hand on Harry's knee and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

"Let's hope it remains that way," Mark murmured with cloudy eyes and a sigh, "Not all of us agree with what Albus has been deciding, the way he's planning,"

Harry's face was painted with a quizzical look, "all of us," he questioned.

"The rest of us from the order," He pointed out, "Me, Remus, Sirius, McGonagall, Flitwik, Dimitri (my colleague), Albus, Kingsley, Severus, Maryanne and Sienna (two names neither of the boys recognised), and Narci-" Mark froze mid sentence and coughed, "Anyway,"

Draco was watching him carefully, "Did you say Narcissa,"

Mark went red, obviously a horrible liar, "No why would I, no, no, no," He picked up his stuff and shoved it back into his bag, "Come on detentions over, you can go to dinner early or something and I have a boggart to deal with,"

And with that the man hurried from his room, leaving, two shocked and rather confused boys behind.