Drarry Oneshots

Aurors & Cursebreakers [Part Four]

Posted: December 22, 2020
AO3 Rating: Mature

You guys, this one doesn't have a happy ending. It's a huge break from the norm for me. It's sad, I'm sorry.
Warnings: Major character death, violence, threat of harm to a child, and a hint of dark!Harry at the end.

They never did get to celebrate their tenth anniversary.

"Don't you dare try to put someone else on this case, Kingsley," Harry growls, his voice dangerously low.

"Harry, you're too close to this one. Too emotional. It isn't prudent—"

"Prudent? PRUDENT? MY HUSBAND IS DEAD!" Harry screams hoarsely as the lights in the large office flicker ominously. "He was killed IN OUR HOUSE. OUR SECRET, UNPLOTTABLE, AUROR-LEVEL WARDED, SUPPOSEDLY-SAFE HOUSE! WITH OUR SON UPSTAIRS. YOU THINK I GIVE A FUCK ABOUT WHAT'S 'PRUDENT?' I DON'T. FUCK YOU AND FUCK PRUDENT. I'm investigating this with or without the DMLE's backing, and don't you dare try and stop me."

Objects around the room are rattling now along with the flickering lights and the Head of the DMLE, Gawain Robards, swallows nervously. "Perhaps, Minister, we should allow Potter to investigate. With a partner he trusts who can keep him in line? As you know, Auror Weasley is one of the best in the department. Excellent investigative skills."

Minister Shacklebolt sighs and runs a hand over his face. "Potter—Harry. Please. We've known each other for a long time. I'm trying to do what's best for you. This—this isn't healthy. Take the paid leave. Spend time with your son. Grieve. Let Weasley investigate. You know you can trust him."

"I can't—" Harry chokes out. "I need to know who did this. I need to know why. I can't—I just don't understand why."

He's clutching the solid armrest of the chair beside him as his grief threatens to drag him to his knees. He's suddenly unsure he can hold his own weight, so he sinks into it, staring blankly at the desk in front of him.

His vision is swimming. His chest feels so tight he can barely draw breath. Draco is... He's gone. Why? Why didn't Harry come home from work five minutes earlier? Leave the stupid case file until morning? It could have waited. It could have waited. It's all Harry's fault. He could have saved him. Protected him. Now he's gone.

His fault. His fault. His fault.

"Potter? Are you...? Shit. Get Weasley."

"Marci!"

The secretary pokes her head in the room. "Yes, sir?"

"Send for Auror Weasley. Now. It's urgent! Potter! Harry? Can you hear me? Harry!"

Minutes later, Ron Weasley rushes into the room and kneels in front of the chair.

"Harry? You gotta come back, Harry. Listen to my voice. I'm here. Come back."

Slowly, the words become clearer, and Ron's pale freckled face, lined with worry, comes into focus.

"Ron?"

Ron sighs in relief. "Yeah. You zoned out again, mate. You need help. Please."

"Oh. Sorry. I..." Harry looks apologetically up at Kingsley. "Maybe you're right. I'm not... Ron can investigate. But I—I want to stay informed. Please. I'll take the leave, I'll see a Mind healer, but I need to know why... Why they did this. Why he's gone."

The minister nods. "Alright, Potter. Weasley and Spencer will take the case, and after you begin seeing a Mind Healer, you can consult. Only consult. From home. No fieldwork. Understand? Take him home, Weasley."