Veritas Vos Liberabit [Drarry Fanfiction]

Homenum Revelio

"A search? That's preposterous!" Hermione exclaimed.

Gryffindor's common room was glinting in green embers before him as Harry was kneeling in front of a fireplace at the Grimmauld place and discussing a disturbing owl he had received that morning.

The Aurors showed up at Andromeda's and trashed her house in search of the Malfoys, who were long gone before they even got past the sitting room. Harry was there the moment he got a message, and only his promise to look after Teddy while Andromeda was dealing with the damages stopped him from storming Kinglsey's office and demanding answers right that second.

The boy was sleeping soundly that evening when Harry sneaked out to the second-floor parlor to fire-call Ron and Hermione about what happened.

"When I talked to Luna she assured me that the details were vague enough not to point at Draco specifically..." he mused and received an incredulous look from his friends.

"Were you involved in that article in the Quibbler?" Hermione asked incredulously.

"Er, yes... I think that's ridiculous that those kids were mistreated and the person responsible for it just got a slap on the wrist!" he exclaimed.

"I do too, mate, but you could've talked to us about it first..." Ron added quietly, "Malfoy's on the run now, so it majorly cocks up his chances of ever being acquitted. Maybe Kingsley had his reasons to keep that lady free."

Harry did not expect his best friend to be so calm and rational when it came to his issues with Draco and he did not expect him to side with the Ministry on that one either.

"I know, I fucked up, Ron!" he snapped. "But Kingsley failed to communicate those reasons to me and I am responsible for Draco so I should have known anything there is to know!"

He hated when people went behind his back with their plans and he was sure that Shacklebolt knew about it, since they talked about Dumbledore after the war and how he ended up being a master puppeteer instead of a mentor for Harry.

"Exactly! You're his guarantor, mate! You should be the one to stop him from doing stupid shit, not the other way around!" the ginger retorted back.

"Those were children! Orphans! Who don't have anyone to stand up for them, Ron!" Harry yelled back not caring that another child was sleeping now far away.

"Harry, I get it, I do... If you're feeling better you can come to Hogwarts tomorrow and talk to McGonagall about it," Hermione interrupted, trying to appease them.

"I can't," he said gravely, "I've agreed to look after Teddy for a bit and I have to go to St. Mungo's because I'm running out of potions."

"But you've received a fresh batch when you went for a check-up last week," she said, "You are following the instructions, right?"

"Yes, 'Mione, I do. The truth is... some of them went missing." Harry replied guiltily.

He dreaded his friends' reaction to the fact that Draco had started using again and stole some of his painkillers when he left. They would probably start accusing him of being a treacherous Slytherin snake or something along those lines.

"It's Malfoy. He's back on the hook, isn't he?" she stated.

Harry nodded and exhaled tiredly, "It's all my fault. I knew I should've stayed away when I discovered he was released... But he came to my house... on his own... and I didn't think of hiding the potions..."

"Mate, I don't think you're in the right state of mind to be helping Malfoy right now," Ron concluded, "He's got so much shit on his plate already and now he's relapsed... I know you have feelings for him and all, but you two... Sometimes it seems you do more harm to each other than good."