Harry Potter The Long Lost Malfoy

And neither was the way that Lupin was practically wringing his hands, looking as though he wouldn't be able to tell who was right if you gave him a million Galleons to.

"Apology not accepted," Harry said finally, and ignored the way Sirius flinched. "I let Pettigrew go because you would have murdered him. If you found him once, you can find him again. There are probably spells that track someone's Animagus form or something. And you should be able to get a trial from the Ministry eventually with Dumbledore speaking for you." He took a deep breath and winced as it hurt his throat. Draco's arm tightened so much around his waist it was almost another source of pain, but Harry didn't tell his brother to let go. He never would again.

"But I never want to see you again," Harry finished. "I have to be more mature than you, but I don't have to like it. I don't have to like the way you attack me and think that my family is evil and that I should be grateful for being kidnapped. I hope you get tried for what you actually did." He turned away.

"Harry," Lupin said.

"If you ever try to approach me again, Professor, I'm going to tell people you're a werewolf." And Harry meant it. Werewolves didn't deserve to be sacked from their jobs, but people who were as morally weak as Lupin did.

There was a long gasp, and then nothing. Harry didn't look back to see what Sirius and Lupin looked like right now. He walked away, Draco beside him.

When they were around the corner, Draco put his hands on Harry's shoulders and stared at him anxiously. "Do you need to go to the hospital wing? Were you just pretending to be all right in front of them?"

Harry shook his head, then winced as his skull ached. "I'm mostly all right, but I think going to Madam Pomfrey would be a good idea," he said reluctantly.

"Right. And then telling Mother and Father about what happened?"

Draco's face was still anxious, and Harry gaped at him. "You would keep it a secret if I wanted you to?"

"I think it's a terrible idea," Draco said immediately. "But if you want me to…" He grimaced. "Yes."

Harry put his hands on his brother's shoulders in turn, and stared at him, the face that looked like his and the hands that had wielded the wand that had saved him and the decision to support him even though Draco disapproved of what he was doing. That last was something Harry had only ever experienced from his friends.

He smiled. He was sure he'd made the right choice.

"We'll tell them," he said. "After we talk to Madam Pomfrey and she can reassure them that I'm really fine."

Draco nodded, relief in his eyes like light, and started helping Harry towards the hospital wing, although they took back and side corridors so that no one would see them and decide something interesting was happening and they needed to insert themselves into it. Harry let himself lean a little more on Draco, and his brother took the weight, uncomplaining.

There were no perfectly right choices in what Harry had done, probably, especially because Pettigrew might still be able to cause mischief. But overall, Harry was pretty satisfied with how his day had gone.

Acting like a Malfoy…isn't too bad.

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