Author: Beren (aka Tasha)
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Warnings: This story is canon compliant until the end of Order of the Phoenix and then goes AU. None of the HBP or Deathly Hallows plot will be used, or the Horcruxes for that matter since this story was planned before we knew the details about those things, and hence has it's own fanon. This includes birthdays and other information that have since been revealed on Pottermore and in further productions.
Summary: The threat of open war in on the horizon. The Order and the Ministry are of one accord and both know that where Harry Potter is, Voldemort will eventually be. Preparations are being made and this time the side of the light will not be caught unawares.
Summer classes, sabotage, revelations about Draco's father, teaching and the final showdown with Voldemort all await Harry and Draco in this exciting sequel to Gold Tinted Spectacles (LJ | AO3 | Wattpad).
Author's Notes: This is the second story in the Hecatemae universe. It starts up just after the end of the first instalment and I advice reading that one first so you understand the premise. Thanks go to my sister Sophie for the beta reading.
It has taken me 12 years to finally get around to finishing this, I very much hope everyone enjoys it.
Link to other parts: LJ | DW | AO3 | Wattpad
New chapters will be posted every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
"Uh-oh," Harry said when he read the note from the headmaster.
"Do I want to know?" Draco asked, looking up from where he was making notes at the desk.
"The venue for the DA has changed from the Charms Classroom to the Great Hall."
"Oh," Draco said. "So more people signed up than expected then?"
The new DA was open to fifth years and above, but Harry had been thinking it would be the same old crowd with a few extras. They had discussed using the Room of Requirement, but Albus seemed to want that reserved for special purposes only, and Harry had to say he agreed. He had thought the Charms Classroom would have been plenty large enough. Apparently he was wrong.
"I'm hoping it's for another reason I can't quite think of at the moment," he said, "but yes, I expect you're right."
"Come on then," Draco said, putting his notes aside, "let's get there before any fights break out."
Harry took a deep breath, mentally checked his shields, because it always helped him focus, and stood up.
"Okay," he said, "let's get this over with."
As they stepped out of their room, they found Ron already in the corridor.
"You got a note too then?" Ron asked, looking a little paler than usual. "What have we let ourselves in for?"
"I don't know," Harry replied, "but if there are too many people we're roping in Susan as well."
As if on cue, one of the doors further up the corridor opened and out stepped Susan Bones.
[Merlin's balls,] Harry swore silently.
Since he was staff now he thought it was probably better to do such things where only Draco could hear.
"The headmaster asked me to see if you need some extra help," Susan said.
Harry had a sinking feeling.
"Great," he said, putting on a smile nevertheless. "Let's get there before the Gryfdfindors and Slytherins get any ideas."
"You think the Slytherins will be there as well?" Ron asked, looking even more perturbed.
"Oh undoubtedly," Draco said. "Half of them have probably been told to attend by their parents."
"Brilliant," Ron said.
With that they headed off towards the Great Hall.
As they approached the doors Harry pulled himself to his full height and did his best to look confident. Draco of course was the epitome of poised that Harry could only dream of. It really was amazing how different Draco's outside could be to his inside.
When they walked in Harry's stride almost faltered, but he kept walking.
[So that's a full house then, do you reckon?] he asked Draco silently.
As he spoke three sixth years dashed in behind him and joined the other pupils.
[I'd have to say yes,] Draco replied.
[Wish me luck.]
[I would, but you don't need it,] Draco replied. [You taught a whole group of barely skilled children how to defend themselves so well that this summer the whole lot of them confounded a bunch of fully trained Aurors. You'll be fine, and if any of my house try anything I will hex them every which way from Sunday.]
[Good to know,] Harry replied and strode to the front of the hall.
This was going to be interesting if nothing else.
"Good evening," he said, and discovered that no one was paying the slightest attention to him.
The whole of the fifth, sixth and seventh years were milling around in groups of friends, talking, and only about six people at the front even seemed to have heard him. Deciding to start off as he meant to go on he did something that might have been considered a little dangerous. Holding out his hand he pushed raw magic into the air above where he, Draco, Ron and Susan were standing. It exploded with a huge bang.
"What the hell?" and variations there of came from several directions, as several people ducked, but, in the end all eyes were on him.
[Impressive,] Draco said, which just showed how much Harry's Gryffindor tendencies were rubbing off on his soulmate.
"As I said before," Harry said with a smile, "good evening and thank you for coming."
As he was speaking several more people entered the hall at the back, people he had not been expecting at all. With Pansy and Hermione in the lead, they plus Terry, Neville, Seamus and Goyle made their way up to the front of the room and stood behind Harry.
"Thought you might like some help," Pansy said very quietly and Harry nodded his thanks.
"This club is not a duelling forum," Harry continued his speech. "There will be no formalities and competitions here. What you will be learning is real defence for real circumstances. Some of what we do will count as extra-credit in your normal DADA lessons, some will not, but hopefully it will all be fun."
A few people murmured a laugh at that.
"Now to the important bit. For safety reasons any combat practice will be strictly controlled. Anyone caught casting a spell on anyone else without explicit permission will be thrown out and not allowed to return. Is that understood?"
He made sure to run his eye over all the Gryffindors and Slytherins in the room. Most heads nodded.
"Good," he said. "Now some of you are more advanced than others and some I know, some I don't, so what I'd like to do this evening is assess those who are unknown quantities. Everyone who stayed for the summer classes, you'll be working with Ron, Susan and Terry at the back of the hall. You're known quantities. Everyone else, please remain at the front."
He turned to his group of friends.
"All okay with this?" he asked quietly.
"You're the boss," Seamus replied for everyone it seemed.
"Great," Harry said and fished a list out of his pocket. "Ron you know what you're about, can you fill in the others for your group?"
Ron nodded and the three broke away, heading for the back of the room.
"This is what I had planned to test out new members," Harry said, showing the rest of the group his plan. "If we divide them up we should be able to get through everybody this evening. In the end I plan to have mixed groups working with each other, so all we need is a basic idea of competence."
With a quick spell he duplicated the list and passed it around. Thanks to his friends, the evening was looking a lot less complicated. It was still going to be hard work, and he suspected some of the new club members were going to be difficult nuts to crack, but they definitely had a good chance.
* * *
They were so busy the first day that it wasn't until after the first DA meeting that anyone had a chance to see anyone else's new rooms.
"Look, thanks for all your help tonight," Harry said to his friends as they walked back into their corridor.
"United front," Pansy said and put her hand over her heart.
Harry laughed along with everyone else. He was pretty sure that every one of the ex-seventh years would have turned up had he asked, but the handful had been just right. They didn't want to scare anyone off.
"And you needed eyes in the back of your head tonight," Hermione said. "Were we ever that bad?"
"Probably worse," Draco commented.
They hadn't thrown anyone out, but it had been close.
"Who'd like a cup of cocoa?" Hermione invited. "Come on in, I've got some biccies my mum sent as well. They're new and I'm sure everyone is going to love them."
It was impossible to turn down an invitation like that.
"Sorry, I have some reading to catch up on," Terry said. Except, apparently if you were a Ravenclaw. "See you all at breakfast."
"Night," Ron said as everyone mumbled similar things.
Hermione opened her door and led the rest of them in. Harry looked around with interest. Hermione's room was the same size as theirs, but differently laid out. One whole wall was book cases with a desk in front and there were a couple of chairs in front of the fire.
"Make yourselves comfortable," Hermione said and pulled out her wand.
A house elf appeared a moment later. Hermione ordered them all cocoa from the small creature, who seemed inordinately pleased to be serving the new staff members.
Harry perched on the end of the bed with Draco beside him, while the others grabbed the chairs of a spot on the floor.
"I think I might die if the pace continues like this," Seamus declared, flopping onto the rug with true drama.
"The beginning of the year is always mad," Neville pointed out.
"Yes, it'll settle down soon," Susan agreed, "at least I hope it does."
"I still can't believe we're all staff," Hermione said. "I keep looking behind me to see if I'm in the wrong place."
"Teaching is strange," Pansy said with a nod, "and I had to take house points from a Ravenclaw this morning. I thought there was going to be mutiny."
"Harry already reduced one Slytherin to tears," Draco commented.
"He deserved it," was all Harry had to say on the matter. "He won't be using that language in my class again."
"And here I thought Draco would be the authoritarian," Pansy said.
As Draco launched into the reasons he was far more intimidating than Harry, Harry sat back and enjoyed the camaraderie. They were all young, all a little out of their depth and all facing the possibility of war, and yet they were all simply getting on with it. It was good to have friends.
* * *
"Want to see my room?" Ron asked as they left Hermione's.
"Sure," Harry said before Draco could even begin to formulate a reply.
He wanted to go over some notes for tomorrow's lessons before bed, but it seemed Harry had other ideas.
[Can't play favourites,] Harry said and Draco realised he was the one broadcasting for once. [We won't stay long, promise.]
[Only for you will I go into a Weasley's den,] Draco replied.
[Should I tell Molly that?]
[Not on your life!]
Harry grinned at him as Ron led them to his door.
[My eyes!] Draco all but wailed as Ron opened his room.
[For once I agree with you,] Harry replied as they both stared.
Ron's room was done out in orange, Chudley Cannons orange to be precise, in far more garish abandon than Ron's room at the burrow ever had been in all the time Draco had known it. It was an offence to the senses and Draco wanted to wince.
"Great isn't it," Ron said with a beaming smile.
[Are you sure it's safe?] Draco asked as they slowly followed their friend in.
He had no idea how anyone could live in such a garish place. The bed curtains were orange and black, with patterns that looked suspiciously like Cannons logos. The bed cover was orange, the pillows were orange and the rug on the floor was orange. Hogwarts had outdone itself with orange.
[Warn Hermione now,] Draco said, [she must never, ever let Ron decorate anything in their future house.]
The more rooms he saw, the more Draco realised that each one had been personalised especially for the occupant. How the decorators had known he decided not to ask, but the room really did scream 'Ron'.
"It's very bright," Harry commented. "Much brighter than your room at home."
"I know," Ron replied. "It's just how I always wanted it, but Mum would never let me. She said I'd never sleep if I had exactly the right colour, but she was wrong."
Rather than posters all over the walls like Ron's bedroom at the Burrow, there was one specially framed poster of the Cannons with two crossed broomsticks below it.
[Please never let the Cannons win the cup,] Draco said, [he'd turn the whole school orange.]
[I wish I could say you were wrong, but this is Ron,] Harry agreed.
"I like the poster," Harry said and managed a bright smile for his friend; Draco was impressed.
"It's a good one," Draco agreed.
[I think my eyes may begin to bleed if we stay in here much longer,] he said silently.
"I couldn't believe how brilliant it was when I first walked in," Ron continued to gush. "Even my desk has the right colour highlights."
[Is he colour blind?] Draco asked. [It's the only thing I can think of to explain it.]
Harry didn't reply.
"The rooms are just right for all of us," was what Harry did say, out loud. "You'll have to come and see ours another night."
"Yeah," Ron said.
"Good plan," Draco agreed. [Make an excuse,] was what he told Harry and tried not to sound as if he was begging.
"Look, sorry to run," Harry said, "but it was a really long day today. I had to take three second years to the hospital wing, can you believe it? Great room, Ron. See you at breakfast?"
"Trelawny keeps getting me to read tea leaves," Ron said. "Wish I was on a broom too."
"You're better off with the tea leaves," Harry promised, "trust me. I finally understand why Madam Hooch was always so stern in our lessons."
"Good night, Weasley," Draco said and grabbed Harry by the arm before he could launch into another conversation. "Orange is definitely your colour."
"Night, Malfoy," Ron replied and Draco breathed a sigh of relief.
[We are never coming back in here,] he said as they headed for the door, [at least not without a charm to dim the view.]
He could tell Harry was trying not to laugh.
* * *
"Okay, Harry," Hilde said with a knowing smile as they sat around in her guest quarters drinking butterbeer. "What career had you planned on?"
Their lesson this week was going to be all theory, hence the more comfortable surrounding than the practical set up they usually used in the Room of Requirements.
"Um," Harry replied since he hadn't really thought about it.
He was going to be teaching for the next year at least, but his life was so hectic that he really hadn't had time to consider what might come after that. All paths led to Voldemort at the moment, and beyond that there was no telling where things would lead.
"I hadn't got that far in planning," he admitted rather sheepishly.
[Not as if either of us have had much of a chance,] Draco added silently, but gave no indication on the outside that he had commented at all.
"Let me rephrase the question," Hilde said, still smiling, "you've read about many of your predecessors. What did they do?"
That much was true, he had read an awful lot about Hecatemae of the past and he mentally flicked through what he had learned. It began to dawn on him very quickly that they had been a very diverse group, and although plenty of the books mentioned accomplishments, he couldn't put his finger on a career that any of them may have had.
When talking about people like Nicholas Flamel or Albus Dumbledore one would have said Alchemist and Teacher with a side of warrior thrown in, but Harry could not place any of the Hecatemae quite so easily.
Looking to Draco, he was met by a expression that said his lover was thinking about the same thing. When Harry sent him a questioning look he was met by a raise of the eyebrows which clearly said 'and you're asking me, why?'.
"I think Martha Klout was a farmer," Harry finally said, a little bemused, "and Yamara Tailspin was a Potions master for a while, but I'm not really sure about anything else."
Hilde's smile grew wider.
"Which is actually my point," she said with her usual cheerful demeanour. "Hecatemae are a diverse lot, and they have tended to move from discipline to discipline as well. Yamara was the talk of the Potions world in her time for about fifty years and then she moved on to Tranfigurations. However, every Hecatemae has one thing they have done their entire lives; they create spells."
Harry wanted to kick himself for not figuring that out.
"So moving from one thing to another is perfectly normal?" he asked.
"There had been a few Hecatemae who have focused on one area of study their entire lives, but, and this is my personal opinion by the way, I think your kind have such a unique relationship with magic that its really all the same discipline."
That was quite a bold statement.
"You're saying that Hecatemae don't have to specialise because they already are," Draco said.
"In a way," Hilde said and grinned. "Hecatemae of the past have held positions just like everyone else, however, it seems as if they are drawn to create new magic."
"Tell me about it," Harry muttered to himself.
"What was that?" Hilde asked.
Harry looked at Draco.
[We told our other friends,] he said.
[And Hilde literally can't tell anyone until we say it's okay,] Draco agreed surprisingly quickly.
When his soulmate nodded, Harry turned back to Hilde.
"I've already done it, kind of," he said.
Unsurprisingly Hilde all but bounced in place; she was a very enthusiastic person.
"Really?" she asked. "Do you mind me asking how?"
Harry took one last glance at Draco, who lifted an eyebrow at him in encouragement.
"I've found an alternative to Apparating," he said.
"Oh my," Hilde said, mouth falling open just a little. "That is huge."
"We know," Draco said, "and what's even bigger is it makes anti-Apparation wards useless. That's why no one can know yet. It would directly endanger Harry."
Hilde nodded along.
"And you're sure it works?" she asked.
"I've done it," Draco replied. "There was something of a panic."
"We call it Transferring," Harry added. "It's the same as Apparating in principle, but it uses a different method of connecting wherever you are to wherever you want to go."
"Rather than the barbaric blasting of a hole," Draco said with a laugh and Harry rolled his eyes.
Draco took far too much enjoyment out of teasing him about that. Hilde managed to control her smile, mostly; it wasn't as if they hadn't been over Harry's aversion to Apparating several times.
"We've been working on new wards to protect places that need it," Harry said, "but we're keeping everything under wraps."
"Of course," Hilde agreed, "very sensible. Merlin only knows what would happen if Whatsit's lot got hold of this before places were protected."
As ever Hilde's epithet choice for Voldemort made Harry smile, even if they were talking about such important things.
"I assume you discovered this because of your dislike of Apparating?" Hilde asked.
"It was a complete accident," Harry admitted with a nod. "We would have told you earlier if we hadn't been so petrified of what it might mean."
"Oh, I totally get it," Hilde replied, as un-judgemental as ever. "Thank you for telling me now; this is so exciting. Have you thought about any other areas you might like to look into?"
Given how busy everything was at the moment, Harry hadn't, so he said so. Hilde looked positively delighted. It looked to Harry like she might have some suggestions.
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