thattimeofthemonth | Open RP Post

Inside, Remus had to wonder if that was true or not, but he also knew he had to give this young man a shot. So he knew he would have several people he needed to speak to, Tonks in particular as well as Melinda across the pond.

"If you believe that, then I think we can make this work. I am going to have to contact a few people and speak to your parents after, if I can borrow your fireplace?" He would apparate home to speak to Tonks, but he wasn't about to pop to the States without letting Melinda know he was coming!

Draco gave a nod and showed him where their fireplace was located. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me," he said wanting to give his former teacher the privacy.

In the old days he probably would have hid near by to eavesdrop but not now. The two of them had to learn to trust each other and the man was going out of his way now to do so. Draco should return the respect as well.

"Thank you." Remus gave a quick nod of appreciation, then went to make his call. Melinda was none-too-happy to be woken up in the middle of the night, glaring at him sleepily through the fire, but when she saw who it was, she actually managed a smile. Their chat was brief, explaining quietly what she needed to know. He almost held his breath while she thought about it, then finally agreed to at least come meet her possible patient. The name meant nothing to her, actually, but his possible damage... that she would have to figure out if she could even help him.

When he was done, he cast a soft spell to make sure his call to her could not be followed before he went to find Draco. He had a bit of a tired smile on his face, but he explained. "I spoke to someone I thought could help, but Tonks will be less than pleased if I go waking Teddy up in the middle of the night, so I'm going to pop home. I'll be back before sunrise, though, so you might as well get some sleep."

"I'll be sure to be awake then to let you through the wards. Thank you for your help," Draco replied in a sincere voice. He gave a small smile and lead Remus to the door.

It wasn't until he saw Remus disappear did he go lock up the house for the night and try to get some sleep. It wasn't the best sleep he had in a while. The conversation they had brought up a lot of things he had managed to keep tucked away. As promised, Draco was outside waiting having already alerted his parents that Remus would be returning.

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You know what hadn't been fun at all? Convincing Tonks about all of this. Whispering fiercely as to not wake up their son, they had finally had to put a spell on the room when Tonks kept getting louder about the whole thing. Which had resulted in a lot more shouting as Remus tried to explain himself. They could both be fairly passionate people when they wanted to be. However, a deal had been struck between them, though Tonks still hadn't looked entirely convinced when Remus left, not having slept a wink.

So when he showed up back at the Malfoy's summer residence, he looked even more exhausted than his normal state. He did drag up a small smile for Draco, who was there as promised. "Morning," he said with a hint of irony, given the fact the sun was already coming up. "Do you want to know now, or can it wait until I've had at least two hours?"

"It can wait for two hours. Coffee or tea?" Draco suggested as he lead him inside. He could at least make them. He saw that the other didn't get any sleep at all and it didn't look as if the conversation went well. He felt a little guilty about this.

Although as they were stepping inside, it already sounded like Narcissa was awake and trying to prepare some breakfast. Judging by the way she looked it didn't seem like a good night for her as well. Draco wasn't sure if it was an argument or another lapse she had to deal with. He noted that his father hadn't made an appearance yet.

"Breakfast will be ready shortly," Narcissa greeted the two of them with out looking up from her preparations.

Bloody hell, today he wasn't going to get any sleep. Remus gave Narcissa a tired smile and a good morning, deciding not to verbally mention Lucius' absence, but perhaps that was for the better. These were the first people he needed to speak with about what he had spoken to Melinda on.

"Coffee," Remus said pointedly to Draco with a hint of amusement; he was going to need the caffeine at this point. "I'd like to speak to you both, actually, while we have a few quiet moments."

He hoped that Narcissa would take his attempt to help well. It could hit hard against her pride, this whole thing could, so it felt like treading some very thin ground.

"About Lucius and his health."

Well that wasn't what Draco had expected. He had thought they would still have time for Remus to get some rest...but it seemed like his mother had other plans. More then likely it was to distract herself from what had happened earlier.

At the mention of his father and his health, Draco watched his mother drop a tray of dishes she had sent to the table. He flinched at the loud clatter it made, but went over to quickly repair the dishes with the wave of his own wand.

That was not a promising reaction. It only told Draco that she was upset and with the commotion over the recent days he didn't blame her. He wondered what he missed while he was outside waiting for Remus.

"Lucius will be fine given some time away from everything," Narcissa said in a firm voice. It was more of a reinsurance to herself then to Remus. She didn't look in his direction as she spoke but paid attention to what she was cooking. It was bad enough she already dropped a tray of dishes.

Remus, already running on a lack of sleep, started hard as the dishes hit the floor. His nerves weren't going to survive this. Much like Draco was thinking, Remus knew that the denial he heard in Narcissa meant this conversation wouldn't go well, possibly go horribly.

"He's had months away from everything," he said quietly, but firmly. "I fear for all of you if he doesn't get some real help. How long until he lashes out? What if he doesn't recognize one of you or worse, sees you as an enemy?"

"Lucius will never see us as the enemy. We're the ones who have kept him grounded. We're the ones he's always protected." Narcissa quickly responded. "Yesterday... was just too much for him. None of us had expected to ever see dementors here of all places. He's so afraid to being locked up again in that hellish place."

Quietly, Draco listened to his mother trying to make excuses for what she refused to see. He knew that she only wanted her family back the way things had been and that she couldn't put them back together.

He knew that it unnerved her that she couldn't put them back together and was fighting a helpless battle. He got the coffee started and some tea as well knowing that his mother had preferred tea over coffee.

A slow breath out, then he thought about it for several more moments before he continued. "As you wish," he said carefully, "but I have someone who would be willing to come here and help you, provided her abilities are what he needs. Something to keep in mind. He wouldn't have to go into St. Mungos', and better, she doesn't know your family. No judgement on that. Just... think on it."

Push on. Go into a better topic.

"...As for Draco, have you given any thought to his future?" He glanced to Draco, hoping the young man would give him a chance to broach this topic in this way.

First her husband...now her son? Her nerves were rattled enough. What did this man want? Haven't they given him enough hospitality for his help yesterday? He was going to be lucky if their breakfast didn't burn at this point.

Now he wanted to take her family away? She didn't even bother to acknowledge the bit of the possible help when Draco was mentioned.

"What is wrong with Draco's future? He's a Malfoy. He doesn't have to work. He'll live here with us and raise his own family here. That's one thing that doesn't have to change." Narcissa replied in a tone that held a slight edge to it.

At this Draco frowned and looked away. He only refrained from what he wanted to say because he trusted Remus. He was wary if he said anything right now it might mess up things even more.

Tonks' voice popped up in his head at this point, asking him all over again why he was even bothering to help Draco. Pretty much exactly what Narcissa was saying now; he was wealthy, he didn't have to work, maybe he didn't want to work...

He sighed very quietly so it wouldn't be heard and tried to keep calm as he spoke. "But what if he wants something more than that? Staying out here... it isn't good for anyone, never mind a young man Draco's age. Speaking as someone who knows what it's like to be isolated for a long time." Blunt.

At this point Draco felt he needed to interject. He felt bad for his mother knowing that she felt that Remus may be trying to steal her family away. When he wasn't. He knew if he didn't step in now that his mother would see Remus as a threat and send him out the door.

"Mother...please take a moment and listen to him. He's only trying to help us. He really wants to, mother. As much as you don't want to admit it, how many other people would genuinely show interest in our well being?

This is a chance for us to put our family back together and atone for what happened. I want to prove to everyone that we aren't the evil people like they say we are. That we had been forced into serving Him when none of us wanted to. This is a chance to clear our name and bring the respect back to the Malfoy family.

Father won't have to leave home to get help. There may be a person willing to help him that isn't upset by what he had done in the past. If you give this opportunity up now... you may not get it when you really need it. And Father is miserable as it is. He's never going to ask for the help. What little pride he has left is keeping it from him asking."

Draco said speaking in a soft but firm voice. He couldn't afford to loose this opportunity now and he didn't want his mother's pride to cost it.

With Draco speaking Narcissa couldn't help but listen to what her son had to say. He was everything to her and all she wanted was him to be happy as well.

It was clear that Remus had gotten through to Draco and she knew that once her son was determined he wasn't going to back down from it. That determination is what ensnared him into the Dark Lord's grip. But this time...it could be steered in a better path.

Her own hands trembled as she tried to openly think about these opportunities instead of letting her own fear rule over them. Breakfast at this point was forgotten.

"What do you have in mind, Remus," she asked softly almost in defeat.

Thank Merlin he's gotten more sense, Remus thought as he listened to Draco sound quite logical about the whole situation. He personally wondered if it was fear that was pushing Draco into this. Fear for his father, for his family, for his own future. Or maybe Draco had pure and simple... grown up. Not everyone, even the Pure-Bloods, all grew up the same. Just look at Sirius, after all.

Draco had clearly gotten through to his mother, for which Remus was grateful. He folded his hands over one another as he laid out his somewhat hastily constructed plan. "Draco needs to see if he can find his path in life. He's told me about his... path as it's been so far. Potter's spoken up for him, but I know others will be more difficult. I know someone who will be as impartial as anyone can be who knows what happened, and he can confirm Draco's word. With that in place... I know some people who he can work with, try to find himself and his place in the world. Maybe it'll be back here, but I figure he deserves that chance."

"And what do you get out of this, Remus?" Narcissa challenged. As much as she wanted to believe what her son was saying and what Remus was saying...she had to becareful. They couldn't afford to place their trust into someone that would guide them into a possibly empty promise...when they had done that once and lost everything.

"I'm well aware that Lucius had given you a hard time and of your own history in general. Are you trying to take credit for helping a once respected family? And let the media know all about it and the shame that we have suffered?

You may have gotten through to my son, but how can we trust that your intentions are true...and that he's not simply being used?"

It was more the sort of thing he expected from the Malfoys, honestly. Remus' lips gave a quick quirk, not entirely surprised. What more could he do in this case to make her believe him than tell her the truth? "...because I know what it's like to be hated. I know what it's like to be alone and without potential for a job because of who I am. I had the good luck to have someone who reached out and helped me when I was at one of my lowest points, and thanks to him... it's the only reason I am where I am today. If it helps, you can consider it in honor of Dumbledore."

Draco winced at the mention of the headmaster's name and bolted out of the room and outside. It was all he could do to keep his on emotions in check. He tried to steady his own breathing and steady his trembling body. There was a mixture of emotions that ran through him when it came to Professor Dumbledore. Fear, regret, anger, failure, remorse, loss. hopelessness. He didn't realize how emotion the name could stir in him.

The headmaster had helped Remus but didn't help them. Instead he had let Draco go down the route he had picked and it wasn't until it was time to go through with the task...did Dumbledore even suggest trying to help.

Draco knew that Remus didn't mean to to upset him... but it was probably the wrong card to pull out.

Narcissa glared back at Remus. "That name is just as bad as mentioning the Dark Lord in this house!" she hissed and went to go after son.

Well, bloody hell. Remus really should have thought that through. He rubbed a hand slowly around his face and sighed into his palm. Fantastic, his attempt to help had just backfired horribly. Despite himself, there was that sinking feeling he wouldn't have been able to do this even if he hadn't mentioned that name. He did everything in his attempt to remain pleasant considering his condition, but there would always be that part of him that was angry, depressed, and insular. He'd thought there was a chance to help someone in turn, since his own life had turned around by this point to something he loved despite his curse.. and this was what he turned this attempt into.

Sigh.

Remus didn't stay. Considering that he had actually had a job to do, it was something he decided right now needed to be done. Give time for everyone to cool off while he risked his already terrible health. Thanks to his running around after the dementors, he had become all too good of a friend to his own Patronus.

Night had fallen, when Draco decide to sneak out of the house. Things had cooled off since this morning and he felt guilty for what happened with Remus. He knew that Remus was trying to help and Draco had ruined it with his own breakdown.

He summoned his own Patronus and sent it to go find Remus. He noted it was easier now to use the charm then it was before. Remus had to be somewhere near by since that's where the dementors were. He did say he wanted to help him capture them.

When he saw the flash of silvery light, he thought it would be his large wolf bounding back through the leaves, so it was with surprise that he saw it was a smaller fox instead. "Draco?" He called out quietly, looking through the darkness. "Be careful. They're nearby." Didn't have say what; that much was obvious.

There was something in his hands that looked like a camera, but where there should have been a flash, there was a large crystal instead. "Keep your voice low."

He could feel them near by and shuddered at their presence. To think what seemed years ago he was making fun of Harry for fainting. After the horrors of what his father went through with them, he had regretted later on having done such a thing. Now he was trying to help capture them.

He gave a curious glance at what Remus had in his hands, but didn't ask what it was. He figured Remus would explain in time.

"Okay," Draco replied softly and crouched near by, using his robes to shroud him in the darkness. "Tell me what I need to do and I'll help."

The silvery wolf came over towards the fox, three times it's size but it studied the smaller canine with white eyes as Remus whispered, "have you ever used a Muggle or magical camera? Somehow, they managed to magic this to be able to not capture their photograph, but the very spirit of them. The problem is able to get them perfectly in frame as well as in focus - it's the only way to get this to work. It isn't perfect, but it's the first method we've ever had that successfully captures them instead of just driving them off."

The silvery fox curiously sniffed and looked up at the larger canine.

"I've used the magical version of one." He gave a nod understanding the challenge to it. Especially once the dementors got excited trying to capture them would be tough.

"Should I try to distract them while you use it?"

The wolf looked like a wolf but acted with the intelligence of a human, his tail swaying back and forth as he watched the fox, but his head lifted to the wind, watchful of the dark ones.

"I'm not about to make you the bait," Remus said pointedly, giving him a look before he offered the camera over. "That's the game I'm used to playing already. Just do. not. flinch. I need you to take the attempt at least, but I have to hold it as long as possible which means my Patronus won't attack. Understood?"

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