Chapter 33 : Agreements
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A/N: I am so sorry for making you wait so long for another chapter. My life lately has been one thing after another and so writing was truly and honestly the last thing on my mind. But I do have this, even though it is short. I have the next chapter ready as well, so hopefully that'll make up for something. There are a possible few discrepencies in this chapter, but that is due to my having seen the final movie, and using parts of that. I also plan to use that to change some of the earlier parts of the story, so that it will all fit together. I also apologize that this chapter has almost no Draco or Hermione in it. But I promise, its necessary for where the rest of the story is going.
Thanks for reading and for not giving up on me!
Blaise Zabini rubbed his temples. This was one case that he had taken on that he truly regretted. When it had been offered to him, he took it, assuming it would be solved in a few weeks.
When he heard the knock at the door, he felt as though is prayers had been answered. IT was just he distraction he had been looking for.
“Harry, he said with a surprise when he looked up and realized who was standing in front of him.
“Blaise,” Harry returned, tipping his head.
“What brings you this way?” he asked. While they had both worked at the Ministry nearly three years, it was in different departments and rarely aw each other. In fact, Blaise figured last year’s Christmas party was the last time he’d seen him, not counting Draco’s funeral.
Harry sat down. “So I have a few questions about the case you’ve been working on.”
Blase narrowed his eyes. “Why?”
Harry sighed. He knew this was the part that would be a bit tricky. He realized that it all came down to one thing.
Could he trust Blaise or not?
Then he remembered the way Blaise had spoken at Draco’ funeral. He remembered the look of surprise Blase had shown when Harry, Ron and Hermione had saved him and Draco from the inferno in the Room of Requirement.
His mind was made up.
“This is serious business, Zabini. I’ll tell you, anything you want to know about it, on the condition that we make an Unbreakable Vow.”
Blaise swallowed hard, knowing it was a big deal. But he nodded.
“Blaise Zabini, do you promise, under the oath of the Unbreakable vow, tha twhat I am about to tell you will not be shared with anyone, except those I will mention to you, until you are told otherwise, in any way, shape, or form?”
“I promise,” Blaise whispered.
“Draco isn’t dead,” Harry finally said.l
Blaise ripped his hand away.
“What the hell are you trying to pull?” he yelled out.
But Harry continued holding his arm.
“Draco Malfoy is still alive. Apparently his “death” was a cover. He had everyone fooled. And I mean everyone.”
“You didn’t know?”
Harry shook his head. “No one did. And the only ones who know now, you can speak of this with, is me, Ginny, Hermione, and Ron.”
Blaise’s eyes grew huge.
“Ron? But isn’t he the one who...”
Harry shook his head. “I haven’ figured that part out yet. but the reason I”m telling you this is because Draco told me that case,” he nodded toward Blaise’s desk, “is directly related to the one Draco was working on and somehow the reason all of this started. He’s still undercover, if you want to call it that. But, if he’s right, and this cases are related, I needed your help.”
Blaise held out his hand. “Agreed.”
Then he paused for a moment before he started talking again.
“All this time though? He was really alive?”
Harry nodded. “Seems unbelievable, doesn't it?”
Blaise reached into the file cabinet next to his desk and pulled out several file folders.
“Here is everything that I have that’s related to this case. I know it isn’t much to go on, but it’s all I have.”
Harry relocated himself to the empty desk in Blaise’s office so he could lay everything out and look through it.
But after an hour, he threw them down in disgust.
“A whole hour wasted and I haven’t learned a damn thing I didn’t already know.”
“What?” he snapped. Then realizing how he sounded, he started to apologize.
“Sorry, Blaise. I”m just... frustrated. I mean, I know you said it wasn’t much to go on, but I guess I was hoping I would find at least... something.”
Blaise shook his head. “Nevermind that.” He tossed a folder on Harry’s pile.
“Look at this.”
Harry opened the folder and glanced through it, a smile slowly starting to form on his face.
“Where did you get this? And why did you just now give it to me/”
Blaise held up his hands.
“Before you start accusing me, hear out. While you were up to your eyebrows in that stuff, I stepped out for a break, right? So when I came back in, this was sitting on top. I swear it wasn’t there before. And the strangest part, it seemed to be... glowing.”
Harry dropped the folder onto the desk like it had burned him.
Blaise raised an eyebrow.
“Can’t be too careful.”
Blaise rolled his eyes. “You already touched it, remember? I already touched it. We’re safe.”
But Harry wasn’t quite so sure. He’d dealt with enough dark magic in his ife to be cautious. Though he supposed Blaise was right. Unless...
He shook his head. Blaise was not the killer.
A/N: As you will see, this chapter had Blaise as the speaker at the funeral, rather than Goyle. I made this change, because in the movie, Goyle replaces Crabbe and Blaise replaces Goyle. So when I get the time, I will make those necessary changes in the earlier chapters. I hope you liked it!
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