Chapter 5

                                        

                                              
Published: 6/13/25
TRIGGER WARNING: Auror abuse, panic attacks, disassociation, discussions about past noncon, torture and sexual abuse, physical exam. It's a rough one. The feels.

Harry Apparated all three of them to the AAP (Auror Apparation Point) in the Ministry. The child stirred but, thankfully, stayed asleep.
"He's a sturdy little guy," Harry commented, and Malfoy nodded.
He led Malfoy to the private lift and went up to level two. Malfoy was trying not to cry, again, but was shaking badly. Harry couldn't blame him. If it was him and an Auror had taken Teddy, he'd be balling. 
"He's going to be okay, Malfoy. Just breathe, alright."
Malfoy nodded, but he still looked terrified. When the lift reached their floor, Harry led him off and pushed Malfoy more in front of him to block the view. Ron heard the lift and came over. He was about to say "Hi" when he realized Malfoy was there.
"Malfoy!" Ron nearly shouted. "Harry! You finally got the bastard! Let's go, Death Eater!" 
Malfoy flinched but didn't resist as Ron led him off to the interrogation rooms. Killens, another Auror, also comes over to taunt Malfoy. They hadn't really looked at him, so Harry let them go and zipped through the nearly empty office to Natalie's desk in the corner. She was already in, covering for early incidents.
"Nat... I... please watch him for me," Harry said as she looked up at him holding a small child. "Please... can I hide him under your desk?"
"Well... I... of course, Harry," she said, accepting his request without question. She was a good Auror. She moved out of the way, so Harry could tuck him under the desk.
The Dormiere Spell should last several hours on a child, but Harry put up Silencing Wards and a Cushioning Charm on the floor. "Please... I'll tell you later. Just don't let anyone know he's here, okay? I need to talk to Kingsley."
"Robards won't like that you're going over his head, again," she warned, but knew she had his back.
"Robards can suck my knob for all I care. I better make sure they didn't kill him," Harry said, glancing in the direction of the interrogation rooms.
"Malfoy? I heard Ron yell his name. I would say congrats, but..." she trailed off and looked deliberately at the blond-haired child. "I don't think it's a time to celebrate." Nat was quick on the uptake.
"To right you are. Thanks, Nat. I owe you," Harry said, and cast a Notice-Me-Not Charm in case Nat got any visitors.
Harry ran to interrogation and burst in. Malfoy was pinned to the wall by Ron and had a black eye and bloody lip. Malfoy was still in restraints and looked scared to death.
"Ron! Killens! What the fuck!" Harry spat. 
"He was resisting!" Killens growled. 
Harry glared at them. "Get out. Both of you. He's in restraints, and you hit him."
"Harry? It's Malfoy!" Ron said, confused.
"Shut up! Another word, and I'll go to WWR. Get out!"
Ron looked shocked, but Killen's eyes were full of promises of revenge for cutting his fun short. Robards would be in an hour or two. He left without a word.
Ron started. "But...."
"I'll tell Hermione," Harry threatened, and Ron clenched his jaw and fled.
Harry shut and locked the door. Malfoy had slid down the wall and was shaking badly. Harry released the Incarcerous, and Malfoy brought his arms into his body, tightly, as if trying to protect himself. He didn't stop the tears from coming out. Harry grimaced and put up several privacy wards in case anyone was trying to listen.