A ‘very little’ Happy Ending

A ‘very little’ Happy Ending

Warning: This is a story of Harry x Draco, so be warned of yaoi. Don’t like it, don’t read it! And I think they are a bit OOC, sorry, but I like Draco a little softer and Harry a little more stronger. Ah yes, before I forget . . . I’ve changed the story a bit. Meaning, in the end of Book 4 Harry had learned about the prophecy and after that, everything will be different.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Sadly, all belongs to the great J.K. Rowling

Pairings: I had quite a lot of trouble with a few of them but now it is settled.
Harry x Draco, of course
Hermione x Ryan
Pansy x Neville
Blaise x . . . you have to see.
There will be more but that would be too much I thought ^.^

Summary: Draco discovered drastic news, which changes his life a lot. He loves Harry Potter, so what does he have to do to get him and live in peace?
This is a story of Ancient Will-o’-the-Wisp!

Beta: the gracious serpensortia, which I adore happily and marvel over her talent every time.

Legend:

*** time interval

* fitted in dreams

### shift between character viewpoint


Prologue – Discovery


A/N: Hey there, I am back with a new fic of mine. I came to this one with just a scene in my head and no plot . . . like always. ^.^ And with time I found a lot of really great pictures in the net and I think every pictures just deserved to be part in a story. But after a while, I thought every pictures deserved its own story because I had no clue how to pack all that drawings in just one story. O_o‘
Does anyone remember Winky? Good news! She’s back. ^_^
Well . . . Have fun! ^_^


Draco Malfoy sat on his bed with troubled thoughts and tried really hard to take them in order. He had found out quite some startling news and he was not sure what to do now. This is bad, very bad . . . what to do? He thought to himself and shook his head in distress. His father would not be pleased with this kind of development in his life, he was sure of it. Last year in Hogwarts, he discovered that he was in love, his whole life long it seemed and he had no clue how that could have happened.

During that, bloody Tri-Wizarding-Tournament his heart had been twisted, stopped and finally broken so he stood in front of its pieces and tried to collect them all. This was so bad and he had the constant strange urge to cry and tear things apart. He was nervous and frustrated and hyper and . . .

His bloody world had turned up side down and he was left to deal with it. How should he react now that he knew he was in love? What was he to do so that his love would be returned? What was he to do so he could build his own little family and live in peace and quiet? His head fall back against the wall and he jerked slightly.

‘I need to calm down!’ he thought distressed. Yes, he needed to calm so he could think clearly and find a solution to his problems. However, where could he calm his restless mind and nervous body?
The library! It was quite disturbing that he had not thought of this one before but he was until in shock he said to himself and soothed his ego, a little.

In a fast march, he strode directly into the library of Malfoy Manor and called his house elf.

“What is Winky can do for Master?” she peeped and bowed shortly.

Draco sighed and looked at the little creature to his feet. “How many times have I said that you don’t have to bow in front of me?” he asked gently and she looked up.

The little elf shook her head frankly and said. “No, Winky is a good house elf! Winky has to bow for master to show her respect.”

He was silent and rubbed his temples to smooth the arching in his head. He sighed again and looked her in the eyes. “Can you help me find a few books in here? I think together we will be able to find them in this large centre of knowledge. What do you say?”

She smiled brightly at him and asked for information. She was so happy that her new master wanted her help that she jumped up and down as if she was hyped up on drugs. Draco smiled in amusement and thought about those books. He was not even sure of what he was searching for.

“Well . . . How we start on family chronics or heritages or . . .” He did not know what else. Of course he did not need her help to find the family chronics but the other stuff was not such an easy task. When he was younger, he was not allowed to read the books of heritage lines and his father had used his time to hide them. He was not sure why but was determined to find out. With a smirk, he moved to different shelves and looked for his target.

His days followed a rhythm now and he was grateful for that. First, he took breakfast with his parents and then researched in the library with the help of a house elf. Then lunch with his parents and again research in the library of the Manor. After dinner he was too tired to do another round of research so he took his bath and got to bed early after all he needed his energy the next day.

He found some news he had not known and which would help him quite a lot when he had had the time to think about them but to be sure he would have to talk with quite a lot pictures in their ancestry gallery. After that, he would need to think over every thing again and try to find ways out of his crises. He hoped that he would find answers.

His search for confirm was exhausting! The portraits did not know anything about the things he had found out but they were not letting him off easily. They talked until his ears were ringing. Finally, the oldest ones were not so talkative but knew about his research and the things he needed to know. They were cold when they answered and wanted to know why he was trying to find out things that had long since been forgotten. He could not answer them and just said that he stumbled over them in the library and was just curious. Well partly, he had not lied; after all, he had really stumbled over them in the library.

This evening at dinner, he was quiet and thoughtful. His parents had noticed it and looked worriedly at each other, then at him again. They would let him take his time but he was certain that he needed to talk to them or at last with his father.

Now that he had all information, he was doing what he could do as well as Potions. Planning! He was plotting his next steps and thinking over everything twice just to be sure he had not made a mistake.

Everything would work out as he had planned and his world would be great again. He would have his love, his family, his friends and his own house, he hoped, but it would take quite some time to get there.

Slowly he walked towards his fathers study and went over every word to put his thoughts right and avoid any misunderstandings. Carefully he knocked and opened the door when the replied “Enter” came.

His father looked at him and smiled gently. Draco could see that his father was pleased that his son had figured out what was on his mind and that he was now willing to speak about his problems.

“Father, I need to talk with you.”

A/N: Until next time.

Sorry but it will take quite some time because I can only write during weekends and I am still in the very beginning of chapter one. It is a really long one . . . at last for me! ^.^ Hope you had fun and keep reading that stuff I publish here.